Chapter 5 — I Know Nothing — Part 1 (5)

It's late. I've stayed out way too long.

I was afraid—afraid that if I let the excitement take over, my desire for Miss Kim would grow too strong to control.

"Oh, come on. I've just started getting the hang of the blues—already leaving?"

"Let's finish dancing another time. The last train's about to stop running."

"Just one more dance."

Miss Kim, displeased by my insistence, vanished into the crowd the moment the final call began.

Back at the table, I checked my watch, calculating the last subway time. I gathered the leftover dregs from the beers I'd saved, barely enough for one drink. I gulped it down, wishing time would just pass.

How long will all these people keep reveling in this wild night? When dawn comes, they'll cut ties with everything that happened here and return to their ordinary lives.

What is it that drives them to shake their bodies freely in a noise hundreds of times louder than the chaos of daily life?

The jukebox slowly started again. A heavy melody flowed through the room, and the countless dancers began shifting positions as the music changed.

Miss Kim approached. She grabbed my hand and pulled me back onto the dance floor.

After this one song, I'll be free to go home.

The last train has probably already stopped running anyway. It's a shame, but I can always catch a taxi and return to the quiet sanctuary where my wife and daughter sleep.

Miss Kim pressed her chest tightly against me and wrapped her arms around my neck.

I opened my arms wide, pulling her close, pressing her waist firmly against my chest as I held her tight.

We didn't step. We just stood, forgetting movement, clinging tightly to each other regardless of the rhythm.

Others danced the same way. No one tried to follow the beat anymore. Even through thick winter clothes, everyone pressed closer, as if trying to feel each other's warmth.

Miss Kim lifted her head and began whispering into my earlobe. I couldn't make out the words, but I felt her hot breath.

A small but firm hand slipped around my waist, diving beneath my shirt onto bare skin.

It slowly moved upward, tracing my spine, caressing the back of my neck. I couldn't help but breathe hotter than before.

Her other hand grabbed mine and pushed it beneath her clothes.

My hand was inside her white blouse.

It stayed stiff at first where it first touched, but I couldn't ignore the warm, living sensation of her skin.

My hand began to move too, sliding down her back, slowly approaching the strap of her bra.

One small turn forward and I'd be touching her full, soft breasts. How far was I allowed to go?

Now the two of us stood pressed together so tightly we didn't even need to hold each other.

One of Miss Kim's free hands slipped down between my pant legs.

It found my cock, already hard, trapped against her skirt's hem. Her hand covered it completely.

I wanted to pull away, but the hand tracing my spine up to my neck held me in place.

I had no choice but to surrender my true self to Miss Kim's touch.

"Let's go. Section Chief."

She gasped roughly into my ear.

"Where to?"

I pretended not to know, going through the motions of asking.

"I want to throw away my virginity."

I couldn't understand her, so excited she sounded.

"Then I'm just your trash can?"

Seriously, was I just a disposable virginity bin?

"Set me free. I'm suffocating—trying so hard to protect this stupid virginity might ruin my life."

"Alright. Let's get out of here first."

I pulled her waist tighter with both arms, wanting to confirm if she truly meant it.

Her wet tongue slid deep into my mouth, swirling around. Her chest rubbed wildly against mine. It was clear—something was going to happen tonight.

A cold wind blew. The half-moon, once caught in the treetops, had passed mid-sky and now tilted toward the west.

Even the bright neon signs lining the streets began to flicker out, unable to withstand the deepening night.

A biting wind swept through the streets, as if cleaning them. The few remaining pedestrians pulled their collars up and hurried on.

A passing taxi slowed, as if it already knew our next destination, and came to a stop.

We got in. I don't even remember saying where we were going, but the taxi shot off down the road.

Lilac scent rose from the head resting on my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around her neck, soothing her, hoping to make this a warm night.

Miss Kim's hand rested on my lower abdomen.

I could feel hesitation in her fingers—like she wanted to touch something but wasn't sure.

The driver glanced back, watching us through the rearview mirror.

Something about it felt unreal. Was this a deep dream? Or just a shallow, half-baked fantasy?

Miss Kim had always been stunning—confident, sometimes flirtatious. Many men had noticed, but none had dared approach. Her standards were clearly top-tier.

So why was she clinging to me tonight, begging to lose her virginity with no conditions?

Would she truly be free after tonight?

We arrived at an area packed with models. I decided I needed to think a little longer.

We opened the door to an unfamiliar bar that somehow looked cheap.

Beer began to appear on the hard table.

The snacks were awkward, unappetizing. We didn't touch them.

Without a word, we started drinking, passing beers back and forth in silence.

"Miss Kim. Do you want to go home?"

"No!"

"Will you regret this?"

"Such a petty question!"

After final confirmation, I paid the bill and walked straight toward a motel sign that caught my eye.

Miss Kim didn't hesitate. She half-ran, linked her arm through mine, and stepped in beside me.

The clerk handed us a key. I pressed the elevator button.

I couldn't help but worry—what if there were security cameras even in the room?

Walking down the long hallway, I realized every room was full.

This place, overflowing with affairs, had built a world far larger than the so-called normal one.

This wasn't a motel for weary travelers. It thrived from morning till night, encouraging infidelity. And now, late at night, it welcomed yet another secret tryst.

I opened the door. The key turned, and the lights came on automatically.

I turned on the TV. An awkward porn video was playing.

I quickly changed the channel, but every other channel showed something just as explicit.

Nowhere to rest my eyes. I took off my outer clothes and hung them on a chair. I hesitated, staring blankly for a long time, unable to bring myself to take off my shirt.

Miss Kim threw off her clothes.

I picked up the scattered garments from the floor, one by one, and hung them on the wall rack.

The shower door opened. The shower stall, made of glass, was transparent whether the door was open or closed.

Miss Kim stepped right in.

The shower turned on. The sound of pouring water felt refreshing.

I hoped, just for a moment, that the falling water would wash away my thoughts and give me a chance to clear my head.

Miss Kim's movements were visible through the glass.

The way she raised both arms to push her hair back was beautiful.

Watching her wash her face, then slowly move down her body, was like watching a scene from a movie.

Before I knew it, her hand had moved down, gently stroking her thigh. Miss Kim had made her decision—no more hesitation.

I quickly stripped off my underwear. Through the glass, I saw Miss Kim bending over, washing her shins. Her body curved beautifully.

I pulled the glass door of the shower. It wasn't locked. It opened easily, and I stepped in.

Miss Kim stopped showering and stared at me.

She turned the showerhead toward me and sprayed a jet of water. It soaked me from head to toe.

She threw the showerhead aside and came toward me.

She grabbed my hands and placed them over her breasts, covering her entire chest, including her nipples.

She wasn't afraid of my boldness—she welcomed me openly.

She took out soap. Lathered her hands, then rubbed the foam over my shaft.

My pubic hair and cock were covered in warm, white bubbles.

The shower stream poured down, washing it all away. She cleaned it carefully.

Then she took it into her mouth. Her hot tongue wrapped around it. She began moving up and down, sucking.

A hissing sound came from my mouth.

My hands, unsure where to go, gently stroked her hair.

Her long tongue slipped down from my cock to my lower abdomen.

Her hands moved to my shoulders and chest, then her hot tongue covered my neck.

I gently lifted Miss Kim up, holding her against me, letting the warm water wash over us both.

I dried the dripping water with a towel. All that was left was to guide Miss Kim to the warm bed.

"I've done a lot of solo pleasure."

Miss Kim murmured, almost like a confession.

"Deeply?"

"No, just on the surface."

"Are you going to give it all up tonight?"

"Love me. Make me a real woman."

"Were you jealous of Miss Park?"

"It depends on how you handle things."

"But I can't take responsibility."

"Then let this be something we don't know about."

I laid Miss Kim on the bed. I caught glimpses of her shy, virgin self. Her legs kept closing.

I buried my head, searching for her core, spreading her thighs.

I sucked fiercely on her breasts—never touched by anyone before.

At first she winced in pain, but the more I sucked, the more she pressed my head down, begging me to suck harder.

I pressed my lips to her neck.

Her head tilted back. I nibbled slowly along her earlobe. I could feel her breath quickening, gasping.

I heard the thudding of her heart on her chest. It was time to move onto her belly.

I placed my heavy body on top of her. I guided my cock into her slit.

She flinched, her hips jerking back.

I pretended not to notice and gently touched the opening again.

The heat from that first touch made her keep jerking her hips backward.

I adjusted my posture. I knelt between her spread legs, gently pressing my cock against her opening.

I pulled her waist close—no more room to escape.

Her head had already retreated to the top of the bed—nowhere left to run.

Water dripped steadily. Like salmon swimming upstream, I slowly pushed forward.

She tried to faint, to escape again.

But this was the final struggle—there was no more space to retreat.

Very slowly, I forced my way into her opening.

It hit a barrier. Something stubborn blocked the way, refusing to let me in.

"Miss Kim, it'll hurt just once. You have to bear it."

I spoke softly, giving her a moment to prepare.

Would she endure another pain, after flinching from every touch?

I straightened my hips, returning to an upright position. I spread her legs wide.

I slowly rubbed my cock against the torn edge, waiting for the chance to break through.

Another stream of liquid gushed out. The bedsheet grew damp.

If I missed this surge, it would be harder.

I thrust my cock into her opening with force.

"Aaah!"

A sharp cry echoed through the room.

Slowly, movement began in the newly opened space.

A single drop of red liquid fell onto the bedsheet.

"Section Chief… am I free now?"

"It's up to how you feel."