episode_0046
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#46
*Click. Beep.*
The door locked automatically as soon as I closed it.
When I inserted the keycard, the hallway lights flickered on.
It wasn’t very bright. The lighting was old, worn-out.
The facilities weren’t great either. The place felt outdated.
The room I stepped into was far from luxurious.
A large bed. An old TV. Two chairs and a small round table. Dim lighting.
Compared to our earlier dates, this place was a letdown, but I didn’t have a choice.
We’d already splurged. How did this dump cost 200,000 won for a single night?
“You drank too much, didn’t you? Sit down for a bit. I’ll get you some water.”
I followed Papa’s words and sat on the bed.
Then immediately flopped onto my back.
“…Hah…”
“I told you to pace yourself, Sarang.”
“Ugh… Sorry. I didn’t know my limit.”
Today was the first time I realized I couldn’t handle more than one bottle of soju.
And today… we drank four bottles between the two of us.
My head was spinning.
My whole body felt feverish.
“Here.”
Papa brought water from the fridge.
Thoughtfully, he even opened the cap for me.
“Thanks… Papa.”
I gulped it down.
I immediately felt a tiny bit better.
“……”
“……”
After that, neither of us spoke.
It was quiet.
No sounds from outside, either.
Except for… faint moans coming from the next room.
“…Sh-should we turn on the TV, Sarang?”
“…No.”
Papa fidgeted awkwardly, but for some reason, hearing those noises made my mind clearer.
It finally sank in—where I was right now.
Ah… so we really ended up here.
My first time going to a motel with a man.
And with… someone like *this*.
Papa removed his suit jacket and hung it on a hanger.
His sturdy frame became slightly more visible through his dress shirt.
Uselessly muscular…
The faint moans from next door.
And a man undressing right in front of me.
It was impossible not to feel it.
I’m gonna do it today. ……Sex.
The thought sobered me up a little.
“Uh… Sarang?”
“What, Papa?”
“Have you… ever been to a place like this before?”
I didn’t know if he was asking out of fan concern or something else, but at this point, I might as well be honest.
“…No. My first time.”
“R-really?”
“Never done it before, either.”
“O-oh… I see… Whew.”
Was he… relieved? That’s funny.
Considering what he’s about to do to me.
This ahjussi is taking my first time.
Not Oppa.
The thought made me tear up again.
I really wanted it to be Oppa.
I loved joking around with him.
Teasing him. Sneaking hugs when the other unnies weren’t looking.
I wanted to confess first. To make him mine.
But… I didn’t have the courage.
I already knew Oppa only had eyes for Harin unnie.
And Harin unnie, too…
I shouldn’t be like this.
I know I shouldn’t resent Harin unnie, who’s always been so kind to me.
But right now, I *hate* her so, so much.
No—above all—
I hate *myself* even more for resenting her when I didn’t even try to do anything.
Why am I like this?
Annoying…
So damn annoying.
“Sniff… *hic*…!”
“S-Sarang?!”
“It’s nothing… I’m fine…”
Papa looked at me with worried eyes.
My vision was too blurry to see clearly.
“Sarang… You don’t have to force yourself.”
“*Sniff*… That’s… not it…”
“I… I never wanted this. Okay? I just wanted to spend a nice time with you—we don’t have to go this far. It’s your first time.”
“That’s… *hic*… not why…!”
“Sarang…”
I didn’t even know why I was crying.
Was it the alcohol? The resentment? The nervous excitement?
My mind was a mess.
“…Sarang.”
Papa’s rough hand touched my forehead.
Slightly cool.
“You drank way too much… Rest here tonight. I’ll… get the room next door.”
…Stop acting noble.
Aren’t you my fan?
You’re just holding yourself back.
I grabbed the hem of his sleeve as he tried to pull away.
Tugged lightly on his dress shirt.
He still… smelled nice.
“…Papa.”
“Sarang.”
Our eyes met.
I closed mine slightly.
*Shhh.*
*Creak.*
The bed dipped under shifting weight.
His face drew nearer… I caught a faint whiff of alcohol.
But I didn’t turn away.
“…Sarang. I-I…”
“……Do you want to?”
“……”
Papa didn’t answer.
Of course he wants to.
He likes me.
And *I* wanted to do it with someone I liked too—so how much more must this ahjussi want it?
He’s been my fan for *three years*.
Three years.
I’ve liked someone for longer than that, too.
But doing nothing only left regrets.
Today… he treated me better than I expected.
He comforted me. Made me feel healed.
Made me forget my troubles.
It’s not supposed to happen. It *really* shouldn’t.
But because he’s a fan…
Just this once…
It’s my first time, but…
If this is fan service, at least he’ll remember it forever, right?
He’ll keep supporting me forever, won’t he?
“…Do you want to? …With me.”
“……”
I peeked my eyes open—Papa gave a slight nod.
Okay. Then…
“…*Chu.* Do it.”
The scent of alcohol grew stronger.
“Mmm…”
*Smack.*
A brief warmth pressed against my lips, then disappeared.
…Huh. That was nothing.
Nothing, yet… it made something inside me relax.
“Again.”
*Smooch.*
“More.”
*Smack. Smack.*
“Keep going.”
*Smooch. Smooch. Smoooooch…*
This is kinda fun.
Seeing this ahjussi—old enough to be my dad—pecking me on command.
Still… hardly anything.
I wanted more…
“…Papa.”
“Yeah?”
“That’s… the kind of kiss you’d give a little daughter.”
“…Suppose so.”
Just lips touching.
Casual, everyday affection between father and child.
“…But I’m grown up. I’m an adult.”
“……”
“Then… shouldn’t you kiss me how you’d kiss a grown-up daughter?”
Ah.
Even *I* think that sounds cheesy.
…But it worked.
“*Hwahh…!*”
*Smooch. Smack. Sluurp…*
Papa’s tongue slid between my lips.
Instinctively parting them, I let him push deeper inside.
Our tongues tangled.
The force behind his movements left no doubt—he *wants* me.
I realized it whether I wanted to or not.
So *this* is what it feels like to be desired.
How amazing would it have been if Oppa made me feel like this?
*Sluurp…*
By the time we pulled apart, strands of saliva connected our lips, sticky like spider silk.
This is… kinda lewd.
“…Sarang.”
I looked into Papa’s face.
Sharp angles that suited his dandy aura. Fine wrinkles. He looked his age, but he was still handsome…
And his eyes never left mine for a moment.
“For three years… From the moment I first saw you… I…”
Wow. Saying all that in this position?
“I’ve only ever looked at you, Sarang.”
“……”
Ugh…
Even *I* feel embarrassed.
Still… It’s not a bad feeling.
Even though my love failed… knowing someone still wants me brings an odd relief.
And seeing this worldly, 50-something ahjussi lose himself over *me*, blushing like this—it feels good.
“Papa.”
“…Yeah, Sarang?”
“Three years ago, I was still in high school.”
“…Ah.”
“Papa, you’re a pervert.”
“……”
Speechless, huh?
Not that I mean it as a scolding.
I gently patted his head.
“Still. Better late than never—now I’m an adult, anyway.”
“…?”
“So… shouldn’t we do what adults do?”
Ah, seriously.
That’s the exact line I’d always planned to say to Oppa.
And now I wasted it here.
This damned alcohol…
“*Hwahh…?!*”
Our lips locked again.
*Sluurp… Smack…*
His tongue invaded deeper, exploring every corner of my mouth.
I pushed back slightly, tangling with his in a duel.
Fun.
And… feels good.
“Pwah… Hah… Hah…!”
When we broke apart, we both gasped for air.
Ugh… Facing each other like this, breathing hard, made it feel even more intimate.
“Should we… take off our clothes?”
Papa asked cautiously.
Well… we can’t exactly turn back now.
“Mm.”
I nodded and sat up momentarily.
*Rustle rustle.*
We wordlessly undressed.
I hadn’t worn much to begin with, so I was down to my underwear instantly.
But taking *this* off too… No way. Being naked in front of a man for the first time is already embarrassing enough.
Let’s stop here.
I glanced at Papa.
“…Ah.”
His tie lay discarded on the floor. He was unbuttoning his dress shirt before peeling it off.
Since he was turned away, his back was fully visible.
…So broad.
“…Whoa…”
Oops.
Did I just vocalize that?
Damn, but… I’d never seen such defined muscles up close.
Is he really in his 50s? No way. That can’t be real. How does a body like this even exist?
He set his dress shirt down and unbuckled his belt.
Ugh… First time seeing a man undo his belt right in front of me…
His pants slid down.
Even his legs were firm. His thighs were as thick as my waist.
Was he an athlete or something? What kind of body *is* this?
When he was suited up, I never would’ve guessed it was like *this* beneath…
So different from Oppa—lean, elegant, more of a pretty boy.
That guy never had this kind of muscle…
*Swish.*
Huh…?
Wait. Did he just—
Is he naked *naked*?!
I’ve never seen a guy’s bare ass before!
A-And now if he turns around, I’ll see—
Papa, now fully nude, walked to the vanity and set something down.
Then turned toward me.
“Whoa…….”
I wanted to cover my face, but my body froze solid.
My gaze drifted downward of its own accord.
“Sarang. Come here.”
His low voice beckoned.
Still in underwear, I cautiously stepped closer.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
That’s… a man’s…
Bulging abs, and between them—something *huge* jutting upward.
That’s what’s going inside me… today.
Before I realized it, I was standing right in front of it.
Close enough to touch if I reached out.
“Sarang.”
“U-Uh! Y-Yes!”
Honorifics slipped out instinctively.
What am I doing…
“Let me… take this off for you.”
“……Okay.”
Ahh… His large arms encircled me.
His hands slid behind my back, and with one flick of his fingers, my bra unhooked.
No way this is his first time. *No way.*
*Slip.*
My bra fell to the floor, baring my chest.
Ugh… I never worried about this before, but are my breasts… okay? Not as big as Harin unnie’s or Eun-chae unnie’s, but still…
“Now the bottom.”
“……”
His rough hands traced downward, *sliding* my panties off.
Ahhh… This is so embarrassing. Can’t even lift my head.
Skillfully, he lifted a leg and slipped them free.
My panties—now clutched in Papa’s hand—dropped onto the pile of his abandoned suit.
A woman’s underwear resting atop a man’s discarded dress shirt.
Symbolizing what’s about to happen. *We’re having sex now.♡*
Just the thought made me tremble…
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