Chapter 2 — Strange Fate - Part 1 (2)

After that...

I left for Busan to work, and we didn't speak again.

I mean, it was just a one-day fling, right? It felt awkward to call her again, and she never called me either.

Of course, I thought of her sometimes—but those thoughts were quickly buried.

But... as the title suggests, some invisible thread of fate tugged us back together.

Six months passed. Her face had grown hazy, almost forgotten, when the New Year arrived.

I sent out New Year greetings via text to everyone saved in my phonebook...

Including her, I suppose. Though I had no idea at the time.

Suddenly, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"oppa..."

Then silence.

I didn't know who it was—confused, a little flustered—and just stood there, dumbly holding the receiver.

"oppa, long time no see. You didn't forget me, did you?"

"Uh... yeah..."

"Hehe...'uh' what, you dork? How've you been lately?"

"Uh... working in Busan..."

"Huh? Busan? Are you living there alone, oppa?"

"Yeah..."

I still had no idea who this woman was...

"Hoho... You were in Seoul last year... Is the sea close to your place now?"

"Yeah, pretty close..."

Hearing the word last year jolted something in my memory. I started to remember her.

Her graceful curves. The way she'd clung to me with her whole body. The sensation of her skin...

"Be honest, oppa. You're living alone, no girlfriend, right? So you do think about me, don't you? Hehehe..."

Her image flooded back—clear now.

That soft, elegant body. The warmth of her embrace. The way she'd trembled against me.

"Hahaha... No... I mean, yeah. I actually think about you a lot. For some reason, you just feel... kind and warm in my heart."

"R-really...? Hmm..."

"............"

"Me too, oppa... I think about you sometimes."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"......"

Then silence again. We just stayed on the line, wordless. And strangely, the quiet between us grew thick, almost heavy.

It felt like we were old lovers reuniting after years apart. The silence stretched, tightening in my throat.

Our first meeting had been transactional—money exchanged for time. But now, something deeper pulled us back.

At the end of that tense silence, she finally spoke.

"oppa... What if I came to visit Busan?"

".......Huh?"

My mind spun.

I remembered her saying last time, "Next time, when I'm not drunk, let's do it properly."

And another thought crept in—If she comes, do I have to pay her again? ^_^

She'd probably skip work for three days. Should I give her something just for coming? Or would that make it weirder, turning a pure visit into something transactional?

Anyway, I answered.

"Yeah, come. I want to see you!"

"Really? You want to see me? Then I'm coming~~!"

"Yeah... Come whenever. I'll take care of you..."

"Anytime okay?"

"Yeah, sure... I'm alone anyway..."

"Hmm... Then... I'll finish work today and come first thing tomorrow morning."

"Wha—tomorrow? Right away?"

"Yeah. Why? Can't you?"

"No... No, come. I'll wait for you..."

"Okay then... I'll arrive in Busan around lunchtime tomorrow and call you. Call me after your work ends, okay?"

"Uh..."

I hung up, dazed, as if possessed. Tomorrow was Friday.

Suddenly, I couldn't stand not seeing her. I needed her.

The next day...

I submitted an early leave slip during lunch—feeling sick ^^;—and told them I'd be off tomorrow too. Laughing to myself, I left behind my coworkers' worried glances and called her.

"Grace Song, where are you?"

"Oh, oppa, I'm here in Busan already."

"Wow, you came so fast~~"

"Yeah. Are you still working? Call me when you're done."

"Nope. I'm done."

And so we met.

She'd driven a luxury sedan. When she saw me, she jumped out of the car and ran straight toward me.

I watched her carefully—running toward me under the sunlight, smiling brightly.

Light-washed jeans, hugging her curves so tightly they drove me wild.

A soft sweater draped over her frame.

We embraced tightly.

Her breath, quick and warm, brushed against my ear.

"You didn't sleep? Aren't you tired...?"

"A little ^^ It's okay. I didn't drink, and seeing you now—so clear-headed—feels so good."

"Let's go to my room first. Rest a bit, then we'll go out tonight."

"Okay..."

Opening the door to my room with her—this beautiful, lovely woman—was electrifying.

"oppa, I'll take a quick shower..."

I handed her my towel, a pair of shorts, and turned on the heater.

She gave me a coquettish smile, took only the towel, and disappeared.

Swoosh...

Sitting on the chair, listening to the sound of water, my cock stirred, stretching awake, desperate for air.

Soon, she emerged—wearing only white panties and a sleeveless cotton tee, drying her hair.

Fwahh... She was so beautiful.

The soft mound beneath her panties—the bikini line everyone talks about in these stories—shifted gently with her movements, clearly visible.

I stared, dazed.

She shot me a glance and pouted.

"oppa! What are you staring at~!"

"Uh... nothing. Your eyes look red. You're tired. Rest a bit."

"Maybe...? I'll sleep. Wake me up later...."

She crawled into my bed, pulled the blanket up to her forehead, and lay down.

My room, still bright with afternoon sunlight, filled with her scent. I sat at my desk, silently watching her golden hair.

Outside, only faint city noise broke the silence.

Strange... this quiet felt tense again.

Then, softly, she spoke.

"oppa... will you hold me while I sleep?"

Her voice was calm, tinged with something fragile.

Without a word, I lifted the blanket and lay beside her—her smooth legs, her intoxicating scent filling the space. I wrapped my arm around her.

She buried her face against my chest.

"oppa... take off your clothes. They're rough. I don't like it..."

I stripped off my shirt and pants, shoved my painfully hard cock back into my underwear, and pulled her close.

Maybe I was naive. Embarrassed by my erection, I pressed only my upper body against her, keeping my hips slightly back. Hahaha.

She didn't seem to notice—or maybe she did. She took off her top, pressed her bare, perfect breasts against me, buried her face in my armpit, and wrapped her long, soft arms around me, seeking sleep.

I was losing my mind.

How long we lay like that, I don't know.

She seemed asleep—or not. But every inch of her body pressed against mine drove my cock to the brink.

Suddenly, she tossed a leg over me, shifting her body.

Her smooth inner thigh pressed directly against the tip of my cock, already poking out of my underwear, slick with pre-cum.

I nearly came right then.

The sensation of her thigh pressing against my rigid cock...

She stayed still—maybe asleep.

Then, a soft chuckle. She smiled, pulled me tighter.

"oppa, it's hard, huh?"

Still with her eyes closed, as if half-asleep.

"Uh... yeah..."

"You want to do it...?"

"Just sleep. Get some rest..."

"A moment ago I wasn't sleepy, but now... lying like this... I do feel tired. But oppa... do you want to?"

"Just sleep... Don't worry about me."

"Okay... Thanks... I'm tired..."

Her voice grew softer, fading.

"I'm... tired... oppa's chest is warm... I like being held... Thank you... for not forcing yourself on me..."

Warm breath slipped from her lips, pressed against my chest.

Slowly, she sank into deep sleep.

The feeling I had then...

I loved her madly.

For nearly five hours after, neither of us moved.

She slept motionless. I stayed awake, my limbs stiff with cramps, but I didn't dare move—afraid of waking her. I just held her warm, soft body, still and silent.

Even my cock, still pressed against her thigh, twitched, desperate to free itself.

Poor thing—crushed for five hours...

Around 8 p.m., she opened her eyes.

She looked up at me quietly.

"oppa... you didn't sleep?"

"No."

"Gosh... isn't your arm sore?"

She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes.

The blanket slipped down, revealing my cock—still hard, slick with clear fluid, having leaked steadily onto her thigh for five hours—panting for breath.

By now, night had fallen. Only the dim glow of streetlights faintly lit the two of us.

She stared at me, then slowly brought her hand to her thigh.

"oppa... it's all wet... hahaha."

I felt a strange thrill—exposed like this in the dark, my entire body on display.

Embarrassed, I fumbled with both hands to cover my erect cock.

She sat beside me, took my hands, and gently looked down.

My cock was drenched—soaked in clear fluid, not just the tip but the shaft glistening, slick with moisture.

Suddenly... her face dipped toward me.

She pushed my hands aside and took my cock—coated in that slick fluid—deep into her mouth.

Electricity shot through my entire body.

Her tongue, her lips, even her teeth—sucked fiercely.

Her smooth tongue wrapped around my cock, swirling, licking, sucking with loud slurping sounds.

Stars burst behind my eyes.

I don't know how long she went on. It felt like ages. Then, a surge rose from deep in my abdomen—the signal of release.

My whole body felt like it was being sucked into her throat.

Gasping, I grabbed her face urgently.

"Grace Song~~! Hah... I... I'm... gonna...!"

I'd never come in a woman's mouth before—panicked, I blurted it out.

"It's okay... just come..."

She pushed my hands away, took my cock deeper, and sucked harder.

"Uh... Grace... ah... ya... Ah... Ah... AHHH~~~!"

Intense pleasure erupted from my lower abdomen, surged up my spine, flooded my body, then rushed back to my cock as something hot and urgent burst out.

Throb...

The first shot hit, and she tightened her soft lips, swirling her tongue inside her mouth, continuing to suck.

More cum poured into her mouth.

Throb... throb... throb... Th!~ rob...

It felt like more than usual.

She kept swirling her tongue, sucking my cock—now covered in cum—until the last wave of pleasure faded, gently licking and sucking my tip with her tongue.

Then, as my body went limp, she carefully pulled off and leaned close to my face.

In the dim light, I saw her lips glistening with cum.

Her mouth was slightly open.

Thick fluid began to ooze out, dripping onto my chest.

Mixed with her saliva...

A lot—now flowing from her whole mouth, down her chin, soaking my chest.

"O...ppa... mi... ah... n..."

Then, in one motion, she spat everything in her mouth onto my chest.

Her golden hair swayed, fragrant. Her delicate, pale body. Her small, plump lips.

From that mouth, my cum spilled out in waves.

The room filled with her shampoo scent, her skin, and the musky fragrance of night blossoms—my head spun.

She grabbed tissues and carefully wiped the mix of saliva and cum from my chest.

Then wiped her own mouth... and meticulously cleaned my cock.

"oppa... I'm sorry... I've never caught it in my mouth before... At first, I thought I'd swallow... I'm sorry... really..."

Then she buried her face in my chest again.

........................................................

After that, we kept seeing each other. We still meet occasionally.

Once a year?

We agreed—because we're too close, because it might hurt too much—we'd never say the word love.

Ah, one thing... That evening, when we went out in Busan, she slipped me 200,000 won.

I was shocked, told her I had money, but she just gently pulled me close, kissed my cheek, and whispered:

"Add it to yours. Use it. And if there's anything left... give it back to me later."

For three days, we spent our combined money—mine and hers—laughing, eating, wandering, and living like we belonged to each other.