Chapter 1 — The Girl I Met at the Summer Valley – Kyung-ah

It had become a habit by now—spending summer vacation alone. So this year, just like every other, I found myself on the east coast, enjoying my solitary getaway.

At 31, I'd never had a proper girlfriend. All I'd wanted was to save enough money to get married someday, but inheriting nothing and bouncing from one labor job to another left me stuck in life's messy middle ground. That was Daniel Park's story in short.

The place I first arrived at was Bangpyeong Beach, a small stretch just past Uljin. I'd chosen it hoping to avoid crowded roads, but upon arrival, disappointment hit hard.

The only women in swimsuits were children. Whenever I spotted a decent-looking girl dressed for swimming, she was either with a guy or surrounded by men vying for her attention.

Denied even a simple visual pleasure, I packed up around six and decided to move inland toward Bullyeong Valley, hoping at least to soak my feet in clean water.

I set up my tent in a quiet spot, boiled a pack of ramen, and sat by the stream cooling my legs when—

"Um… excuse me? Could you help us put up our tent?"

I turned at the soft voice to see two girls—one with long straight hair, the other slightly plump with permed curls—standing there, smiling nervously.

"Oh! You need help with your tent? Of course, sure thing!"

That voice—the one I'd been waiting for—sent me jumping up barefoot, rushing over.

"We just bought our first tent today and we've never set it up before… Oh, thank you so much!"

I walked over, unzipped the bag, and pulled out the dome-shaped tent. It was the kind anyone could assemble with minimal effort, but I played the expert.

"Hold this side… pull it tight… now anchor here!"

Within minutes, even I had to admit—it looked damn good.

"Oh wow, look at all this sweat… You worked so hard. How can I ever thank you?"

The straight-haired girl stepped forward, laughing sweetly.

"Eh, it's nothing… ha ha! Now I've got neighbors—I'm thrilled. So, just the two of you came?"

She nodded, still giggling.

"Yeah~ Hehe~ We're just unlucky, I guess. No boyfriends yet… hehe."

We exchanged names easily, laughing at nothing, turning trivial things into shared jokes. Her name was Claire; the curly-haired one was Sarah. Both 21.

Darkness fell fast, blanketing the valley. I lit a small fire with dry branches I'd gathered earlier when Sarah emerged from the tent holding two bottles of soju.

"We got your help, and meeting you feels like fate. How about a drink? And since you're clearly older, let's drop the formalities. We'll call you Daniel, okay?"

Perfect—no awkwardness, no pressure. Just easy summer vibes.

"Ah, sounds great! Man, I must be lucky—meeting pretty girls like you out here, sharing drinks… ha ha!

Oops! You said drop the honorifics… Alright then, since you're like little sisters, I'll play along..."

Paper cups passed around, and one bottle vanished quickly. Sarah slapped her arm suddenly.

"Ow! It stings! Why are there so many mosquitoes? Ugh!!"

The fire was drawing them in swarms.

"Ugh, no way—we can't stay out here. They'll suck us dry. Let's take this inside the tent."

They agreed, and soon all three of us were crammed into my small dome.

Two bottles disappeared fast. Then I brought out another from my stash. By the time we'd drained our sixth bottle, Sarah suddenly clutched her head.

"Ugh… I can't drink anymore… I'll go lie down in our tent for a bit… zzz…"

But Claire, seemingly more tolerant, pouted.

"Aww, you're killing the mood! Come back soon, okay? Geez…"

After Sarah left, we cracked open another bottle.

"Ah… I'm getting drunk… Daniel, let's slow down a sec… uuuhhh…"

I was already tipsy. Watching Claire slump sideways, I nodded.

Then she collapsed backward like a falling tree.

"Daniel~~ But why did you come alone? Isn't it boring?"

Her tongue was thick, her voice weak.

"Ahhh… maybe… mm… I came here to meet you guys… hehehe…"

But her next words sobered me instantly.

"I don't know if it's the alcohol, but I keep thinking I like you more and more… uuuu… Come here, lie down with me."

I moved the empty bottle aside and lay beside her.

"But Claire… why don't you have a boyfriend? Are other guys blind?"

Under the dim lantern light, she looked at me with hazy eyes.

"There was one… mmm… but we broke up… hahaha… Now I've got nobody. Will you be mine? Hehe…"

She slurred, but beneath it—something serious flickered.

"I'd love to… but we're so different in age…"

She snorted, dismissing me.

"That doesn't matter at all… just numbers… mmm…

So? Can you be mine? If you can… kiss me."

I told myself it was just drunken talk—but hope stirred anyway.

"If I kiss you… are you sure you won't regret it later?"

"Mmm-hmm… Do it quick, before I change my mind…"

I leaned in. Her lips, reeking of alcohol, met mine in a soft brush.

But instantly, her arms wrapped around me, pulling my mouth tighter against hers.

Before I knew it, my tongue slipped into her mouth—and the heat exploded between us.

The kiss lasted forever. When it ended, I trailed my lips up her sleeveless tee, pressing them onto her chest.

"Mmm… Claire… I love you…"

She squirmed, giggling.

"Daniel~~ Then… will you take me tonight?"

"Wha—Claire!!"

She didn't wait for me to finish. Lying down, she pulled off her tank top and pulled me close. I lifted her bra slightly and took her nipple into my mouth.

"Ahh~ Mmm… Daniel… so ticklish… uuuuhhh…"

Despite her words, my tongue danced around her stiffening peak, circling gently. One hand slid over her white shorts, pressing into the thick mound beneath.

"Mmm… pants… Daniel, take them off for me… uuuuhhh…"

I stopped sucking and fumbled with the button, then lowered the zipper.

Even through her clinging panties, her plump pussy was visible—already swollen.

I rolled her gently to the side and pulled the shorts down. She helped, lifting her hips.

She was already excited. Through the thin fabric, her slit glistened with wetness. Her breath came faster—I could feel it.

Leaving only her bra and panties, I stripped off my own clothes.

My cock was already fully erect, throbbing with anticipation. When Claire saw it—

"Mmm… Wow, Daniel… you're really big… uhhn~"

She gasped, eyes wide with awe.

No point delaying. I reached for her panties, tugged them down. Meanwhile, she struggled to remove her bra.

Drunk and shameless, she spread her legs wide, waiting.

I dove in—my lips brushing the coarse patch of pubic hair, then sliding down to her slit.

"Ahh~ Mmm… Daniel… uhhhh…"

A faint musky scent rose, but I didn't care. My tongue traced the cleft of her pussy, lapping downward.

Her body arched like a bow. Her hips lifted, pushing her core into my face.

Slurp. Slurp. Suck.

Her juices flowed steadily, dripping down her ass. I plunged my tongue deep into her hole.

"Ahh~ Uuuh… Daniel… I'm gonna… I can't… uhhhh…"

She trembled violently, lost in sensation.

Then—my tongue flicked lightly over her clit.

"Ah! Ahhh!! Uuuh… Daniel… I'm gonna lose it… Haaah! Something's coming… uhhhh… mmmmp!"

Her pussy convulsed. A surge of liquid burst out—hot, slick, flooding my chin.

It was messy. But drunk and overwhelmed, I swallowed it all in one gulp.

Claire, still shuddering, suddenly bolted upright—and without hesitation, took my cock into her mouth.

Electric shocks shot from my toes. My spine twisted. My toes curled uncontrollably.

Inside her warm, wet mouth, my shaft twitched as her tongue danced. Wave after wave of pleasure melted through me.

From my thighs down to my groin, a tingling numbness spread. I was seconds from exploding.

"Uuuhhh… Claire…! Nnngh! I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum… spit it out… hurry… uhhhh…!"

But she ignored me. Suck. Suck. Suck.

"Haah! Uuuhhh!! Ahhh… Claire… uuuuhhh…!"

With violent pulses, my cum erupted—filling her mouth.

She stayed locked on, milking every last drop until finally, slowly, she pulled off—my cock glistening, her lips parted.

"Uhh… gotta… spit it out… uhhhh…"

She turned her face outside the tent, hesitating. For a moment, she just hung there, motionless.

Then—gulp—she swallowed it all.

"Urk!! Uhh… guhh… kuhhh…"

She gagged several times, then laughed sheepishly as she crawled back.

"Ugh… Daniel… let's do it now… okay? I want you… I want to be with you…"

Honestly, I'd just cum—but seeing her like this, begging… I couldn't resist.

I pulled her close, laid her gently on her back, and climbed on top.

My cock—still half-hard—bobbed proudly. I guided it to her soaked entrance and thrust in deep.

"Haaah!! Uuuh… Ahhh… D-Daniel… uhhh…"

She tightened her legs around me but welcomed me fully. Slowly, I began to pump, sealing my mouth over hers in a deep kiss.

"Haa… uhh… Daniel… I… I love you… uhhhh…"

"Mmm… I… I love you too… Claire… so much… uhhhh…"

The dim lantern light watched over our tangled, heaving bodies.

Click. Click. Thud. Thud.

Slow, then faster—my rhythm built. Our breathing grew ragged.

Suddenly, Claire writhed beneath me, arms locking around my neck.

"Ahh… uhhhh!! D-Daniel… uhhhh! Ahhh… uuuuhhh!!"

Her legs clamped around mine, trembling. Her pussy clenched—tightening around my cock in pulsing waves.

"Ah… haaah!! Ugh!! Haah… haah…!"

Another flood of cum surged from my core—pouring deep into her womb.

"Uuuhhh… Daniel… ah… I really… truly love you…"

She said it—like she meant it with her whole heart.

Afterward, we didn't wipe off. Just collapsed, naked and sticky, and fell into a deep sleep without knowing when.

"Hey! Claire!! You—You!!"

A sharp cry jolted me awake.

Dawn had broken. Sarah stood outside, staring into the distance, clearly having seen something she shouldn't.

Well, of course—our bodies were still bare, exposed.

I grabbed a blanket and covered both of us.

Claire rubbed her eyes, groggy, then saw Sarah.

"Hmm… Sarah? Why are you up so early? Uhh…"

Sarah didn't even look inside. She stomped her feet.

"What the hell is this?!"

But Claire's calm reaction said it all—last night wasn't just a drunken mistake.

"Sorry… From today, I'm dating Daniel… hehehe…"

She said it so casually. Sarah stared, then burst out laughing.

"Damn… she beat me to it! I was gonna ask him out… hahaha…

Anyway, congrats. Now get dressed, you two. You look ridiculous."

We giggled, looking at each other—my cock and her pussy still glistening with dried fluids—as we pulled on our clothes.

For the next three days, we stayed together, deepening what had begun that night.

And two years later, when Claire graduated college, we kept our promise—tying the knot for real.