Chapter 182: Choi Arin is Min Hayoon’s girlfriend

It’s a given that a relationship won’t work if there’s no mutual affection.

The reason Hayoon could get away with her rather aggressive actions towards Choi Arin was precisely because Choi Arin, the one on the receiving end, had more than enough affection for Hayoon.

“Ahk… Hmph…”

“Why are you trembling so much? Huh? Your hips can’t stay still.”

Hayoon satisfied her sadistic urges by spanking Choi Arin’s bottom.

Of course, Choi Arin, hands clamped over her mouth, hips raised high, and body twitching, was fulfilling her own masochistic desires.

Though, she herself wasn’t even aware of why she was feeling good right now.

“I told you not to…”

“Hmph. Hmph!”

“Hoo-eung…”

Hayoon was just trying to lighten Choi Arin’s mood.

Every playful gesture, every little action, elicited an unusual sound from Choi Arin.

Satisfying sadistic urges was secondary; her initial plan was to just mess around a bit, then end it with a back hug and a laugh.

‘Why is it… wet…?’

Hayoon thought she saw a liquid, not sweat, trickling down Choi Arin’s thigh.

It was true that during the early hours, she had done all sorts of things to Choi Arin – fingers, breasts, sucking, biting – she had violated her.

Hayoon could coolly admit that.

But, right now…

‘I just spanked her butt…?’

Really, besides spanking her butt, she hadn’t done anything else.

In fact, she had been gradually easing up, planning to say, “Sorry for spanking you!” give her a big hug, and then head for a shower and rest, aiming for a lighthearted end.

“Don’t… I told you… seriously, Min Hayoon…”

Why did Choi Arin’s voice sound increasingly flirtatious?

Her hips lowered, and her bottom rose even higher.

Wasn’t Choi Arin actually wanting to be spanked more intensely, rather than wanting her to stop?

That thought even crossed Hayoon’s mind.

‘This is… awkward…’

She had sensed a masochistic streak in Choi Arin during their rough intimacy in the early hours, but she hadn’t expected her to beg for it so soon.

To avoid any further controversy, Hayoon slowly lessened the intensity and then stopped altogether.

This needed to be addressed.

Even though she had spanked gently, Choi Arin’s bottom was soft and reddened and swelled easily.

She decided to take a short break…

– Twitch.

– Twitch.

Choi Arin’s bottom swayed from side to side.

It was as if it was searching for something that was expected but hadn’t arrived.

‘Wow,… I can’t hold back…’

Hayoon, witnessing this from directly behind, was speechless.

Hayoon didn’t dislike Choi Arin.

On the contrary, she liked her.

Her drunken antics were a bit annoying, but not enough to completely shatter the bond they had built over the past few years.

Bad drinking habits could be corrected with a firm hand, after all.

‘So hot…’

In that situation, seeing Choi Arin seductively wiggle her bottom, it was hard for Hayoon to resist.

However.

She resisted.

‘Hoo…?’

She gently placed her hand on Choi Arin’s flushed bottom and waited for a moment…

Choi Arin glanced back, her eyes sending a clear message.

It was as if she was saying, “Why aren’t you doing it?” Hayoon shrugged.

Then, Choi Arin…

“Please… I won’t swear. I won’t hate you…”

Thinking Hayoon had become cautious because she had been complaining about being annoyed, she pleaded for her to continue, promising not to do it again.

It was the moment Choi Arin first became aware of her own sexual proclivities.

“Uh, um…”

Hayoon found this Choi Arin a little frightening.

Just that morning, Choi Arin had been constantly complaining about being annoyed, and now she was cooing and begging to be spanked.

Hayoon was experiencing firsthand how terrifying human sexual desire could be.

Just as Choi Arin was acting this way, Hayoon felt a strange desire budding within herself as well.

“Permission… granted, then?”

However, finding pleasure in hitting someone was truly problematic.

Even if it was consensual, pushing the accelerator too hard could lead to hurt feelings.

She addressed it one last time.

“It’s okay, Hayoon, why are you so scared? Coward. Hehe.”

“Hmm, okay. Alright. Count to three. Prepare yourself.”

“Okay. One…”

Smack!

“Kyaheung.”

“Three.”

The two of them didn’t get out of bed until checkout time was approaching.

There’s a famous saying in online communities: “Don’t fight, have s*x.”

Since the majority of users in general online communities are male, it’s a way of saying, “I don’t want to see you guys fight, so go away and have s*x. Can’t do it? Then shut up.”

It’s something people say when they want to dismiss the keyboard warriors common in online communities…

“Wow,… look how her hair is still wet. What do we do about our Hayoon?”

This actually works in real life too.

Telling people not to fight but to have s*x implies that s*x improves relationships, doesn’t it?

Choi Arin, who had been angry at Hayoon’s rather rough actions, was now gazing at Hayoon with eyes dripping with honey.

Worried that Hayoon’s hair was still wet from their rushed exit from the hotel, she unzipped Hayoon’s long padded coat and snuggled inside, hugging her tightly.

“Get… away? Your hair looks damp too, unnie?”

“No, it’s not. That can’t be right.”

“Uh, um, hmm…”

Due to their unavoidable height difference, Choi Arin’s still-damp hair touched Hayoon’s chin.

Hayoon didn’t show much displeasure and simply held Choi Arin, who had burrowed into her embrace.

Besides, this level of skinship between women was common, and it didn’t look particularly strange to onlookers.

And that very fact amplified the sense of illicit thrill they both felt.

This feeling of illicit thrill was quite important.

“Hayoon’s breasts are so soft.”

“What are you saying.”

Choi Arin buried her face in Hayoon’s chest, hidden from prying eyes, and giggled.

Hayoon watched her, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

Both Choi Arin and Hayoon.

They quite liked this current atmosphere, this relationship where they could engage in affectionate acts without caring about the stares of those around them.

If they had their way, they would have kissed ostentatiously, but that was something only openly declared couples did.

They decided to endure it, exchanging glances.

“Hayoon.”

While waiting for their flight to board, sitting side-by-side on a bench in a corner of the airport.

Choi Arin began.

“We’re… that, right?”

She smiled, holding onto Hayoon’s arm.

It was obvious she wanted confirmation.

“Day one?”

“Hehe.”

When Hayoon asked suggestively, she giggled again, delighted.

It was a short phrase, but it couldn’t have been more cringeworthy.

It was a relief that they were in Japan.

No one here would understand what they were saying.

They could be a little bolder.

“My butt hurts, Hayoon.”

“It probably does… When we were showering, I saw it was really red. Does it sting? Should I go buy some ointment? No, wait. We have that ointment we bought at the shopping center. The one the internet said you absolutely have to buy when you come to Japan.”

“No, it’s not that bad.”

They chatted casually about the aftereffects of last night’s activities, giggling with Hayoon.

It’s Japan, after all.

How many people would understand Korean, they thought.

“Uh…”

“Uh…”

A woman sitting on the bench in front of Hayoon and Choi Arin glanced back at the two of them, then scurried away with a disgusted expression.

“Ah.”

“Hehe.”

Then, the two of them silently lowered their heads and laughed.

They had heard that the number of Korean tourists in Japan had increased, but they hadn’t realized it was to this extent.

And what was even funnier was that, even though they had been caught, they didn’t feel embarrassed, just amused.

“Ah,
… what do we do…”

“We’re doomed. It’s because you were talking too loudly, unnie…”

“Ah, seriously, I think everyone’s staring. What do we do, Hayoon?”

“I don’t know, I’m moving.”

“Ah, let’s go together.”

The two of them giggled and playfully bickered.

They said they were embarrassed, but sharing the shame seemed to halve it, and their faces didn’t flush as much as they thought.

And so, even after moving to a new spot, the two continued to whisper lewd things, discussing their impressions of last night’s encounter.

Occasionally, people who understood Korean and had sharp ears would give them subtle looks.

Each time, they would move to a new spot and repeat their lewd conversation, passing the time.

Their dirty talk only came to an end when it was time to board the plane.

However…

Unnie, look at this.
< No, what the… Why is it shiny there? Are all white people like that?
It looks like it’s because there’s a lot of fluid, but if unnie does it right…
< This girl, she’s crazy…!

Even on the plane, their dirty talk didn’t stop.

They were clearly on a roll, even sending video links via DM and cackling.

At this rate, it was obvious that once they arrived in Korea, they would be tumbling into bed together multiple times a day.

Their homes were close, they worked at the same place, and they even shared an office.

And in that office.

There was also a bed.

“Hayoon.”

“Yeah?”

“How about we change the bed in the studio? Let’s get a good one.”

“Why?”

“No, well… just… you know…”

Choi Arin, who would be the one on the bottom, seemed to want a better bed.