a night with hye-kyung in tokyo

Summer of 2000.

I had to go on a business trip to Japan. My job was to meet with a Japanese IT company representative and close a contract. I was half excited, half nervous about going to Japan for the first time. Back then, I actually thought Japanese people would ostracize Koreans, wouldn’t serve us food, things like that...lol.

Last year, Hye-kyung had sold her café and left for Japan to study abroad. How did I know? She called me to say goodbye, so before she left, I gave her a proper send-off...lol.

Anyway, thinking of Hye-kyung, I sent her an email before my trip.

"Hey Hye-kyung, how are you? I'm coming to Japan... Tokyo."

Something like that.

I didn’t get a reply the day before departure, so I gave up on meeting her and boarded the flight. The flight to Tokyo takes about three hours. I ate the boxed meal they served, and to pass the time, I was secretly rating the flight attendants. My seat was right in front of the emergency exit, directly facing the flight attendant’s area. One of them caught my eye—she was really pretty. Her name tag said Eun-jung Lee (pseudonym).

On the return flight, I was on the same plane with her again, and I flirted a bit. We even met up separately in Korea later. lol. I'll tell that story another time... back to this one.

When I arrived at Narita Airport, it wasn’t much different from Korean airports. Right after landing, I left my mark in the airport restroom, then took the subway to central Tokyo with the local branch staff who came to pick me up. The only thing I thought while riding the Tokyo subway was, 'Japanese women are really plain-looking.' The men seemed okay, but the women were nothing like the so-called 'cute girls' I’d seen in Japanese media before. Ugly faces, buck teeth... it was almost making me curse. But somehow, these girls were all dating good-looking guys.

I don’t remember the exact name, but we checked into some hotel—Keio Plaza or something—in central Tokyo. On the first day, we just sightseeing. First, we went to Akihabara (I can’t describe the area precisely, but please understand). I looked around at Japanese electronics. In Korea, places like Yongsan have concentrated electronics markets, but the scale here was massive, shocking. I looked at camcorders, CD players, laptops—lots of stuff—but didn’t buy anything. Why? Not because I was broke. Japanese electronics are mostly 100V only, and warranty service in Korea wouldn’t cover them. I know some of you might argue—modern devices often support 100V–220V, and most repairs can be handled in Yongsan now—but I just felt uneasy, so I didn’t buy anything.

After Akihabara, we went to Shinjuku. I don’t remember exactly, but it was near the hotel, and it felt like a major downtown area. We had a simple dinner at a Japanese restaurant, and when we came out, night had already fallen. One thing I noticed—Japan is way more open about sex than Korea. Walking around, there were tons of posters for places like what we’d call massage parlors or erotic shows, with very explicit photos. I walked into a convenience store and absentmindedly picked up a magazine—only to realize it was full-on porn. In Korea, you’d get arrested for selling this stuff openly. Anyway, that’s how I spent my first night in Japan, then returned to the hotel. I checked my email at the hotel business center and found a reply from Hye-kyung. Her phone number was attached, so I called right away.

"Hello?"

"Hye-kyung? It’s me... your oppa."

"Oppa... talking to you like this in Japan feels so new... haha."

"Yeah... you’ve been doing okay? Where are you now?"

"Mm... I’m in Tokyo too. I’m working part-time right now..."

"I came all the way here—you should at least show your face, right?"

"Of course... when are you going back to Korea, oppa?"

"I’m here for three nights, four days."

"Okay... let’s meet tomorrow night then?"

"Got it. Call me when you’re off work. Be ready. I’m in Shinjuku, so be around here by around 8, okay?"

"Okay... I’ll be there, oppa."

We hung up after that kind of conversation, and I drank a pack of soju alone in the hotel room... ugh. I’d heard soju is expensive in Japan, so I brought a few packs with me. Poor bastard.

The next day, after finishing my meeting with the Japanese IT staff and a light dinner, I returned to the hotel around 7:30. I called Hye-kyung—she said she was almost here.

We met in the hotel lobby. I wanted to go straight to the room, but I’m not completely rude, so I agreed to walk around the city, grab a late-night snack, and then head up. We went out. Hye-kyung said there was a place nearby run by a Korean senior of hers, and suggested we have a quick drink there, so we went.

It was a small, cozy izakaya-style place, and it was nice to eat Korean food in Japan. Another thing I noticed in Japan—Jinro soju bottles look way more upscale here. The bottle looked like a J&B Jet, filled with soju. It felt weird, hard to get used to. The display shelf had tons of soju bottles lined up. We had a quick drink there, then headed back to the hotel together.

"Oppa... are we showering together tonight too? haha"

"Of course... lol. You’ve gotten addicted, huh?"

"I thought about you a lot while I was here in Japan."

"Why? Because you wanted to do this?"

"Yeah... hahaha"

"You didn’t do it with any other guys, right?"

"I don’t know... hurry up, take your clothes off and come in"

She went into the bathroom first.

lol... judging by how she acted, I think she’s been with plenty of Japanese guys.

I went into the bathroom and saw Hye-kyung—her body looked even more sensual than before. I stepped behind her, caressed her breasts, and kissed her earlobe. She didn’t resist, turning her head to kiss me back. While showering, we touched each other’s bodies. After washing up a bit, Hye-kyung naturally grabbed my cock and put it in her mouth.

"Ssbb... ssbb..."

"Hey... gently... take it easy..."

"Oppa... you’ve gotten weak... lol"

"It’s not that I’ve gotten weak—it’s you. You’ve been with Japanese guys, so you’ve gotten rougher, haven’t you?"

"Ugh... who said I was with Japanese guys? I’ll bite you."

"Sorry, sorry... lol"

Hye-kyung sucked my cock even more carefully. I was getting close to exploding, so I picked her up and carried her to the bed. Having sex in Japan—she’s not a whore, but sex here somehow excites me more... just the mood, I guess.

I roughly pushed Hye-kyung onto the bed and kissed her fiercely. My hands naturally groped her breasts, then slowly moved down, stroking her pussy.

"Ahh~~"

Her pussy was already wet.

I slid one finger inside and started a piston motion.

"Ah~~ oppa, it hurts! Stop! It hurts when you do it with your finger..."

"Hey... my finger’s way smaller than my cock—what’s so painful?"

"I don’t know... it just hurts..."

"Fine"

I kept caressing her breasts and pussy, but I couldn’t hold back anymore, so I lined up my cock with her pussy hole.

"Hye-kyung... I’m in a hurry... I’m going in"

"Yes, oppa... do it fast..."

"Ssllurp..."

"Ahh~~~oo~~~ppa~~~~"

I felt her warm pussy flesh gripping my cock as I gradually increased speed.

Hye-kyung twisted her body, screaming like crazy.

"Oppa... ahh~~~ good... oppa... I missed you so much..."

"Me too... I missed you, Hye-kyung..." <= full frontal...

After doing missionary for a while, I felt like I’d cum too fast, like a rabbit, so I switched to side-fuck position. Hye-kyung’s pussy was still a masterpiece. In this position, it squeezed my cock even tighter... ahh~~~ this insane feeling...

"Hye-kyung. You get on top. Ride me."

"Oppa... just do it yourself..."

"Hey... then I’ll cum like a rabbit. You get on top and do it."

I usually get less excited in woman-on-top position. Not sure why, but I’ve never actually cum during it.

Hye-kyung climbed on top of me and started seriously grinding. She squatted like she was peeing and pounded up and down hard.

"Oppa... I’m going crazy... ah... oppa..."

She grabbed my hand and put it on her breasts. I squeezed them hard, almost painfully.

"Oppa... ah... harder... harder..."

She was completely lost in pleasure, going wild, begging me to squeeze harder, so I gripped them tightly and mashed them.

Hye-kyung seemed to hit her orgasm first, her body arching backward like she’d collapse.

I laid her back on the bed—now it was my turn to really enjoy. I spread her legs wide, took a good look at her pussy, aimed, and thrust deep inside.

"Oppa... gently... gently..."

"Hey... just because you came doesn’t mean we’re done. I need to go all out too."

"Still... be a little gentler"

"lol... okay..."

I worked my hips hard over Hye-kyung’s body. Her pussy was so tight and gripping—anytime I wanted, I could’ve cum right then.

"Huff... Hye-kyung... I’m cumming... can I shoot inside?"

"Yes... oppa..."

"Dzzzz... dzzz... dzzz..."

I shivered from head to toe as I shot my cum deep into Hye-kyung’s pussy.

"Hye-kyung... I always think this—yours is fucking amazing."

"You’re amazing too, oppa... just be a little gentler next time."

"Got it, I’ll be gentler next time... lol"

I met Hye-kyung again the next day in Tokyo, but nothing interesting happened, so I’ll just end it here.