Defective Banana - Chapter 18
The heat in the room was practically pulsing with Seohyuk’s raw desire, his toned upper body filling Ara’s field of vision. She placed both hands on his chest and pushed him firmly off the bed.
He hesitated briefly, then let himself be shoved down, stepping back from the mattress. Ara looked up at him boldly and spoke.
“You seem really desperate right now. Funny, though. There’s no sign of life down there.”
Seohyuk stared at her, frozen. His eyes were vacant, like someone who’d lost their way.
Biting his lower lip and furrowing his brow, he seemed to already know exactly what was going on with his own body. He dragged a hand down his face and finally asked:
“Can you hit me?”
His voice was hoarse, thick with emotion. That trembling baritone, the desperate tension in his brows—it was rough, and oddly sexy.
Ara watched him with a lazy smile tugging at her lips.
“Before that, I want to try a little test. Don’t move. Just stand there.”
She slowly slipped off her light pink cardigan, dropping it on the bed. Then her fingers went to the buttons of her white blouse.
Seohyuk watched every move intently, brows knit. When she undid the final button, exposing the creamy skin between her bra, his eyes widened in disbelief. His lips parted slightly.
Her flushed face, her rising chest—his body was clearly on edge, like he could pounce any second.
Gulp.
His Adam’s apple bobbed hard.
Ara, enjoying the look on his face, tilted her head and said casually.
“Seohyuk, take your pants off. Let’s see how your guy down there reacts.”
He had claimed to be impotent, but in the car earlier, he’d definitely seemed… firm. She had to test it. Maybe a woman’s bare body could stir something in him. Maybe he’d respond naturally.
“Come on, snap out of it. Pants. Off.”
“Huh? Oh, right. Pants.”
Eyes still locked on her cleavage, he fumbled with his belt, yanked off his trousers, and tossed them aside. Then he pulled his drawers down and stood fully exposed before her.
Now that they were in a well-lit hotel room, she could see it clearly. Even limp, he was thick and sizeable. His skin was light and smooth—it looked nice, actually. But still, it just… hung there, lifeless.
I mean, I’m standing here with my blouse open, and his d1ck still not reacting? Poor guy.
Ara stared at him openly, scrutinizing his d1ck without shame. But Seohyuk’s gaze didn’t move from her bare chest. His mouth watered as he swallowed again, that throat of his flexing visibly.
Still lying back, Ara studied the soft flesh and murmured to herself, half amused and half sympathetic.
“Guess it really is defective, huh?”
Having finally accepted that he was, in fact, impotent, Ara raised her head and looked at him with a mix of pity and curiosity.
“Want me to slap you?”
He held his breath, then said.
“As hard as you want. Go ahead. Really.”
His voice cracked with need.
Amused, Ara got up from the bed and faced him. They were roughly the same height now. She slapped him across the left cheek, hard. Then, crouching down again, she stared intently at his p3nis.
It twitched. Then twitched again—until it started to rise.
“Oh!”
Was there anything more satisfying? With a single slap, she had just revived a top star’s limp d1ck.
Ara smirked, delighted.
It lifted its heavy head like a club ready to strike—firm and upright, swelling with strength.
It was so big, even compared to what she’d seen in adult videos. She stared, unable to look away, excitement bubbling up inside her.
Pfft!
She finally let out a laugh, then gently wrapped her hand around it and gave it a light stroke.
“Hey there. Fancy seeing you again.”
“Ahh—Ara!”
Seohyuk tensed, thighs rigid, clearly at a loss for what to do. His c0ck, now fully alert, swelled with bl00d, veins pushing against the skin.
“Wow, it’s really hard. Is it gonna explode or something?”
Seohyuk gasped, panting like he was about to cry.
“Hah… Ara… You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this day.”
He clenched and unclenched his fists, helpless.
“Yeah, no kidding. You were basically a eunuch. But… I swear it’s even bigger than last time. Is that just me?”
She blinked in awe at the massive erection and then, with a sudden shift in tone, got serious.
“You know… I don’t think this thing is usable.”
Furrowing her brows, she looked genuinely concerned.
Panicked, Seohyuk rushed to explain.
“Ara, I know it seems like a lot, but if I go really slow, like really gentle and careful, I think we can make it work.”
He looked up at her like she was sacred, desperate to be believed.
But Ara didn’t budge.
“You’ve never done it, right? So how would you know? Don’t act like you’re some expert.”
“Well, no, but I’ve read stuff. Watched videos. I swear it’s possible.”
“Then explain. Go ahead. Convince me.”
Raising her brows skeptically, she crossed her arms.
Seohyuk took a deep breath, like he was about to deliver a thesis.
“Okay, so… from what I understand, as long as the girth stays under, like, 6 to 7 centimeters, it’s possible. With lots of prep, of course.”
He made a circle with his thumb and finger, glancing at his own d1ck as if to compare.
“For the first time, it’s supposed to be hard. So I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt—I’ll use my hands, my mouth… get you completely ready first. Then, little by little, I’ll ease in. Slowly. It’ll feel good. For both of us.”
Even he was breathless by the end of his pitch. But he gave her a proud, hopeful smile, like he’d just unlocked the secret to world peace.
Ara, impressed despite herself, blinked slowly. She glanced at his massive erection again and bit her lower lip.
She had seen plenty of porn. She knew what he was talking about—and had seen women take even bigger toys. So it wasn’t impossible. Just… intimidating.
Her heart was racing, and her thighs were already twitching.
Should’ve bought a dildo to practice with.
As she stared seriously at his erection, Seohyuk took a deep breath and asked quietly.
“Ara… would you mind slapping me again?”
“Huh? Why? He looks fine now.”
“No, it’s just… I never imagined I’d be this kind of guy, but now I know. When you hit me, it lights something up inside me. It’s… it’s amazing. I think I need to be hit by you.”
Ara stared at him for a long moment. Then, without a word, she began buttoning her blouse.
Seohyuk’s eyes widened in alarm. He reached for her hand.
“Wait, why are you getting dressed?”
“We need to draw up a contract. This thing between us—it has to stay a secret.”
She didn’t want to lose her dear friend, Donghee.
“If that’s what you want, of course. But… do you have to get dressed for that?”
“And if my personal info gets leaked, we’re done. Got it?”
At the word done, Seohyuk’s eyes wavered, visibly shaken.
“Well, it’s just… I’m an actor, you know? Things happen. What if it leaks by accident…?”
“Do you not want to be with me? Should we pretend none of this happened?”
That was worse than rejection. That would sting.
“No! No, of course not! I promise. I’ll be extremely careful.”
“Extremely. I like that.”
Ara got off the bed, grabbed her bag, and pulled out a small tablet. She tapped a few times, then handed it and a stylus to Seohyuk.
“Write exactly what I say here.”
He took the pen and sat beside her, listening intently.
“Yes. I’m ready.”