Chapter 1 — Booking

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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The evening air carried the faint scent of spring, cool enough to brush against the skin as people passed by in lighter clothes—winter already a distant memory. Thick coats had long been packed away. Around them, men and women strolled in brighter, freer attire, the city pulsing with the energy of seasonal change.

What had started as a casual drink had already pushed past their usual limits. The alcohol crept into their veins, warming and loosening.

"Older brother," the younger man said, "it's such a nice night. Isn't there something... refreshing we could do?"

"Refreshing? You've been chasing that 'refreshing' thing for years now."

"Still... ah, whatever."

"Just have another drink and head home."

"Older brother. Let's get out of here. Not staying any longer."

"Where to?"

"Just... somewhere else."

We settled the bill and stepped onto the street. The breeze cooled the heat rising from the alcohol, clearing our heads just a little. After walking for a while, my junior colleague spoke up.

"Older brother, how about we hit a nightclub? Haven't done that in ages."

"What? Don't be ridiculous."

"Why not? Let's go. Clear our heads, have some fun."

"I don't even remember what a nightclub looks like anymore."

"Exactly. It's been, what, ten years?"

Come to think of it, it had been a long time since I'd been to one. Back in university, I was such a party animal people called me a "club rat." But work life had swallowed me whole—no time, no energy. I still went to hostess bars or private lounges now and then, using work as an excuse. But nightclubs? Not in years.

Nightclubs had their charm—direct booking, amateur girls, a raw kind of spontaneity. But lounges? That was a battlefield of professionals.

A sign reading Bobos caught my eye. A waiter greeted us at the entrance.

"Welcome, sirs! Do you have a regular waiter?"

"No."

"Understood. This way, please."

Inside, nothing had changed—then or now. Loud music. Thick, smoky air. Flashing lights.

One thing was different, though—the crowd. The average age had jumped, maybe by a decade. Mostly 30s and 40s. Occasionally, younger faces, but they stood out like anomalies.

This place was supposed to be one of the most famous in the district.

Boasting a 99% booking rate.

We sat at the assigned table.

"Sirs, tonight's going to be wild. I'll personally guarantee your booking. Until you say OK."

"Really?"

"Of course. You two look like quality guests. What'll you have to drink?"

"Just bring a bottle of 17-year-old."

"Yes, sir!"

The waiter practically bounced off—he must've known 17-year-old meant serious spending. Good. I still remembered how to play the game.

I glanced around. The vibe felt off. Nothing like the golden days of clubbing over a decade ago. A few young girls here and there, but the energy was stale.

"Here you go."

The waiter returned quickly, bottle in hand, plus an extra complimentary snack.

"Sirs, your table's already hot tonight. People are talking. It's lit."

"Cut the crap."

"I'm serious! You two better be ready."

"But the girls here... they're not great. Not feeling it."

"Don't worry, sir. It's still early. Give it time. The real ones come in later. I'll screen them personally. Only the best for you."

"Alright. I'll trust you."

It had been ages since I'd been somewhere like this. I wasn't even sure how to act anymore.

So I just drank, watched the dancers on the floor, scanned nearby tables for someone interesting. Time passed, slow and aimless.

"Sirs, I've picked one for you. A good one."

"Oh? Where?"

"Over there, to the right. Face, body—perfect. And she's not a pro. She'll suit you perfectly."

"Alright... let's see."

"Yes, I'll escort you to the room."

"Wait—room?"

"Yes, sir. You don't come here often, do you? We have private rooms. This way."

We followed him to a side corridor lined with doors, slightly more upscale, more discreet. Most were already occupied. One door stood open—ours.

Inside, a monitor showed the main floor. The decor was like a mid-tier hostess bar—sofa, table, dim lighting.

"Just wait a moment. I'll bring your drinks and call her in."

He returned shortly with fresh drinks, then ushered in two women.

One was slim, almost wiry. The other slightly plump, soft around the edges.

My eyes landed on the latter—Joo-yeon, as she'd soon introduce herself. She looked early 30s. Her makeup and clothes weren't flashy. Something about her felt... genuine. Not like a seasoned pro.

"Hello, I'm Doo-jin. This is my senior, Mi-jin."

"Hi, I'm Mi-jin. And this is Joo-yeon."

"Ah, nice names. Both of you."

I was awkward, out of my depth. This kind of scene wasn't my usual.

We exchanged a few drinks. The buzz loosened our tongues. Soon, we were speaking more directly, cutting through the small talk.

"Why aren't you saying much? Not interested?"

"No, it's just... I've never done this before."

"Really? Come on. You look like a total innocent."

"No, really. I'm not—"

"She's telling the truth. My senior's never been here. She doesn't need to come."

"Really? I like that. I like you, Daniel."

The slim one leaned in, flirting with me. But my eyes kept drifting to Joo-yeon—the plumper one. My junior colleague noticed. Of course he did.

She kept glancing at me, too. Testing the waters. Not bold, not pushy. Just watching. That quiet hesitation tugged at me more than any practiced move.

"Hey, Mi-jin, you stay with me. Joo-yeon, you go with Daniel. Perfect match."

My junior colleague split us up, pairing off like he'd won a prize. Good boy. You've got taste.

The girl with him lit up, clearly pleased.

She quickly leaned in, offering me a drink.

"Here, have one."

"Yeah, sure."

Pairs formed. More bottles arrived. We danced to the blues, swaying close.

Joo-yeon held herself stiffly at first, but gradually melted into me. Her body felt soft, warm. She was clinging to me in a way that seemed too innocent for this place—endearing, almost sweet.

I was drunk, yes, but also drunk on her—her perfume, her warmth. I pulled her closer, until our bodies pressed tight.

At first, she flinched, tried to pull back. Then she gave in, leaning into me.

Our lower bodies pressed together. Her breasts flattened against my chest. She rested her head on my shoulder, breathing fast, trying to steady the frantic beat of her heart.

My junior colleague was already groping everywhere, his hand sliding between her thighs, rubbing hard. Soon, they were deep in a passionate kiss, his fingers kneading her breasts.

After a while, he broke away.

"Alright. Let's go."

"Have fun tonight, seniors. I'm out."

"Hey, my friend's new here. Take care of him. See you, Joo-yeon."

"Yeah... see you."

They left. Just the two of us remained, suspended in awkward silence.

I wanted to leave. I opened my mouth.

"Should we go? What time do you have to be back?"

"Y-yes?"

Why the hell did I ask that? Like an idiot. Still, we managed to leave. Outside, the waiter gave us a knowing smile.

"Have a great time, sir. Come back soon."

Just beyond the club, a row of motels lined the street. Convenient. No need to wander far. We picked one that looked decent, walked in.

Got the key. Entered the room. She followed quietly.

Two strangers, stiff and silent. We'd drunk enough, but the tension kept us sober.

We sat on chairs, staring at each other. She looked just as awkward.

"So... you really haven't done this before?"

"I came because my friend dragged me. First time."

"Yeah, I used to go out a lot. Not lately. Do you need to get home?"

There I go again—asking stupid questions.

God, I'm hopeless.

But then she said it.

"You know... I really like you. You don't seem like a bad person."

Her words hit me. She liked that I felt like a beginner—just like her.

"I liked you from the start too."

"Really? I... I'll go wash up first."

She slipped into the bathroom, still fully dressed. Probably shy. After a long while, the sound of water stopped. She came out wrapped in a towel.

Her body was more sensual than I'd imagined. Smooth, pale skin. Full breasts. She looked like a woman in her late twenties, ripe and untouched.

She still wore her bra and panties. The covered parts somehow turned me on more.

"I'll go wash up too."

I stepped into the bathroom, imagining every curve of her body. Washed quickly, thoroughly.

My cock was fully erect. Seeing her had awakened something deep. Now, it wasn't my mind guiding me—my body.

She was lying on the bed, covered by the blanket, waiting. Silent. Still. Like she was surrendering herself.

I wondered—Is she really a virgin to this?

I turned on my side, facing her. Slowly, I reached for her breast.

Her eyes closed.

I fumbled with her bra, slipped my hand inside. She flinched, her body tensing.

My cock throbbed harder.

As I stroked her breast, her body slowly relaxed.

"Just... take it easy. I'm nervous too."

"Sorry... it's my first time."

I caressed her breast, then leaned in, pressing my lips to hers. My tongue slipped into her mouth, sucking gently on her tongue.

At first, she resisted. Then she gave in. Her breathing grew heavier.

Her heartbeat raced. She wrapped her arms weakly around my shoulders.

I cupped her face, deepening the kiss, my hand roaming her breast.

Her small nipple stood erect. I rolled it between my fingers. She gasped, writhing beneath me.

After long minutes of kissing and touching, I moved down, trailing my hand along her thigh.

As my hand descended, her body tensed again.

I brushed her knee, then slowly moved higher, toward the mound between her legs.

I stroked her mound through her panties. She twitched.

Her slit was damp. I pressed a finger against it—already wet.

I rubbed harder, bolder. The folds parted, revealing slick, glistening wetness. Her arousal pooled heavily.

I dipped my finger into her juices, then spread her folds slightly, teasing the entrance. A soft moan escaped her lips.

"Ah... mm..."

I kept teasing her entrance with my finger, then lowered my body. I brought my face to her crotch. She covered her face with her hands, embarrassed.

"No... I don't know..."

I gently pulled her hands away, spread her folds with my fingers, and looked.

Her pussy was beautiful. Not too dark, slightly pink, glistening with her juices.

I touched the wetness with my tongue. It stretched like malt syrup. Sweet, tangy.

I blew warm breath over her, then plunged my tongue inside, licking deep.

She shivered, legs trembling, hips lifting. Then slowly, she began to open her legs wider.

Her body was heating up, her mind surrendering.

"Huh... uh... jju... uh..."

"Ah... mm... ah... hmm..."

The louder I sucked, the more intense her moans became.

Her body relaxed. Her legs opened wider, welcoming my mouth.

I grabbed her thighs, lifted them, spread them wide, and buried my face between her legs, licking her pussy with full force.

"Ah... huh... hmm... uh... huk... ha... ahh!"

"Jju... uh... hoo... uh... jju... uh!"

She still covered her face, but her pussy was drenched. Each lick brought more white fluid seeping out. Her clit peeked out, swollen and sensitive.

She grew bolder, lost in pleasure.

She spread her legs higher, her hands now stroking my head.

"Ah... huh... huk... huh... un..."

"Jju... uh... jju..."

I paused, lifting my face.

"Better now?"

I pulled my tongue out, trailing it up her stomach.

Then I bit her nipple, reached down, and rubbed my cock against her soaked slit.

She twisted her hips, guiding my tip into her entrance.

"Ah... huk... un... just... just..."

"Just what?" I whispered.

She looked at me with desperate eyes, gripping my arms. She couldn't say it. But her body screamed it—Fill me. Now.

She writhed like a wild thing.

She grabbed my shoulders, shaking her lower body, sobbing.

Her pussy gushed. Saliva dripped from her lips.

Her entrance was tight.

It twitched, gripping my cock as I pushed in. Her eyes narrowed, staring at me—but unfocused, already lost.

We both moaned, lost in ecstasy.

Her pussy was slick now, wetter than before. My cock slid in and out more easily.

The heat of her walls, the sweet musk from her breath—my control was crumbling.

When my cock swelled, signaling climax, she tightened her pussy around me, holding me deep.

I tried to pull out, to cum outside.

But she clung tighter, pulling me in.

She must've been close too.

If you don't let go, I'll cum inside...

I barely managed to yank my cock out, spilling my load across her stomach.

"Glug... glug... glug..."

"Ha... ugh... I don't know... hah..."

Her pussy, emptied, leaked thick arousal. Her lower belly twitched with each pulse.

She was lost in the throes of orgasm, trembling, euphoric.

"Ah... too... good... yes..."

"Me too..."

"Really?"

"Yeah... it's been so long... I think I really enjoyed it."

"I've never felt anything like this before."

"Really? Even though you're married?"

"We live apart. Divorcing. Haven't been together in two years."

"I see... how was I?"

"You seem like a good person."

"Then... can we meet again? What do you think?"

"Yes."

We left the motel. I drove her home, waited until she entered her building.

I took out my phone, dialed her number.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, it's me. Just checking if you got home safe."

"Yeah, thanks for bringing me."

"It's nothing... I'll go now."

"Wait... you have to call me again. Promise."

"I will."

I hung up, staring at the building.

A married woman. No—divorcing. A woman still pure in spirit, untouched by cynicism.

Someone I genuinely liked.

Not just her body.

Everything about her.