New Normal - Chapter 23

With his thigh pressing her in place, Juwon pulled his pants and underwear halfway down. His erection sprang free, stiff and standing up toward his navel. Jisoo’s eyes, already wide, grew even rounder.

She glanced back and forth between his face and his length, then swallowed hard. A bead of precum welled up at the tip, making it glisten even wetter.

“Like what you see?”

“…It’s… really big.”

She looked like she might cry from sheer awe. Juwon had to fight down a laugh. Part of him wanted to shove it straight into her mouth or anywhere else he could fit it, but another part liked watching her sit there, blinking up at him like she couldn’t believe it.

“You’ve seen it before,” he teased. “Back at Gangcheon, remember?”

“That was… that was different from this…”

“So? You like it?”

She nodded slowly. Juwon gave a lazy smile.

“Then… do you know how to do a blowjob?”

At that, her eyes went wide again. Ah, maybe that wasn’t her thing. He was already regretting asking when she hesitantly straightened up. She tucked her hair behind her ear and reached out, leaning forward toward his c0ck. Juwon frowned slightly as she bent her head closer.

…She doesn’t really look into it.

Oral was just his preference — he never forced it on anyone.

“Who said you really had to do it?” he stopped her.

She looked up at him, puzzled — almost annoyed. You asked, didn’t you? That look on her face somehow amused him even more.

“I was just saying,” he added, catching her slender jaw in his hand and kissing her again. With her straddling him, he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. Drool slid down the corner of her lips, but he didn’t care.

Even as she kissed him back, Jisoo’s hand slid down and wrapped around him. Her thumb brushed over the tip.

“Slower… that’s it… yeah, just like that.”

He murmured into her mouth, and her touch softened, more careful this time. Better than before. A shiver rolled through his chest, and he exhaled hard. God, he was going crazy.

His hands roamed down her waist and slipped inside her shorts. He squeezed her soft, full hips, then flipped up the hem of her shorts, revealing plain white cotton panties.

Showing up to meet a guy wearing these, huh.

“Pretty conservative choice for someone coming to see a man,” he teased.

“…Does that matter?” she shot back, ears turning red.

“Nope.”

Juwon let out a soft laugh. But then Jisoo stuck out her tongue and ran it along his lower lip, her fingertip scraping lightly over his tip again. At the renewed touch, Juwon let his head drop back with a grunt.

“God… your hands are trouble, you know that, Jisoo?”

“You don’t like it?”

“I love it. I’m losing my mind.”

A low curse slipped out before he could stop it. Jisoo just gave a tiny laugh. He stroked her thigh as she worked him with her hand — headlights from another car spilled through the window, scattering across her skin.

…This probably wasn’t the best place for this. He glanced around.

“You really want to keep going here?”

After a beat of hesitation, she nodded, and his c0ck throbbed even harder.

So she does have a bold side.

He had to fight to keep his grin from splitting his face. With a small shrug, as if giving in, he laid her back against the seat and positioned himself between her legs.

“Hey, Jisoo.”

He ran his hand down his shaft, eyes fixed on her.

“Am I really your type?”

She bit her lip, then slowly nodded. Something warm tugged at his chest.

“Then did you ever imagine doing this with me?”

He whispered low, watching her throat bob as she swallowed. He hadn’t even really needed an answer — her tight-shut eyes said enough. Juwon let out a breathy laugh.

Moving quickly despite his calm expression, he tugged her shorts halfway down her thighs. Beneath them, plain white panties peeked out — the faint shadow of hair visible through the thin cotton. He swallowed.

So plain they were almost boring — but for some reason, that made the heat in his gut coil tighter.

Like saving the best bite for last, he slowly slid them down. When it reached her calves, her folds came into view, shyly pressed together.

She wasn’t very hairy — her pvssy was clean-shaven, like it had been carefully brushed down. He felt a sudden urge to bury his face there and breathe her in.

But she didn’t really seem the type who liked oral… He should probably check how wet she was first. Whether he tasted her or not, he needed her ready to take him.

He licked his lips as he lowered his hand toward her heat—

“Wait—!”

Jisoo’s hand flew to grab his wrist. Startled, he raised his brows.

“…I don’t think I can.”

She shook her head frantically, eyes wide. Juwon frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

“…I, um…”

“Why, is it because of protection? I’ve got condoms.”

“It’s not that…”

She was really trying to back out now? He shot her a look — she seemed about to say something but hesitated. Juwon, half-amused, explained in all seriousness:

“I don’t have any STDs.”

“No, that’s not it.”

Seeing her about to cry, he sensed something was off and reached for her again.

“…It’s just—!”

“You’re wet.”

He gave her a puzzled look. But Jisoo’s face had gone completely pale, like someone had dumped cold water over her — no trace of her drunken flush remained.

Between her thighs, though, she was damp. Or more than damp — wet. Not soaking to the point of dripping, but enough that it surprised him.

Does she just not get that wet? Or… what?

He brushed her slit gently again, and she gasped, clutching his shoulders like a lifeline.

“Ah… it’s not that—”

“You don’t want to?”

Jisoo looked up at him, biting her lip hard, brows pinched together. She said nothing, just kept gnawing at her lips.

“Really?”

He squinted at her. He was just about to part her folds and slip a finger in when she jolted back, shoving at his chest in a panic.

“It’s not that! W-wait. Actually, I really need to use the bathroom. I’ve been holding it in…”

She let out an awkward laugh — her face was completely drained of color. Was she sick? Juwon, still hard and burning, nearly told her Then just do it on me. The words nearly made it to his tongue.

But he swallowed them. She was already so out of the mood that it didn’t matter anymore.

“Bathroom?”

He repeated, blinking. She bobbed her head urgently. He leaned back with a look of disbelief, and she scrambled upright, fixing her clothes in a rush.

This was going so well…

In all his life, this was the first time a woman had backed out on him like this. He honestly didn’t know what to do.

But the mood was shot anyway, and it just wasn’t the night for it. He felt like lighting a cigarette right then — instead, he glanced at her fussing with her clothes next to him.

“You suddenly have to go? Where are you gonna do that?”

“There’s a public bathroom by the station. I’ll just go there.”

“What…?”

He stopped mid-sentence, then changed his mind.

“I’ll drive you home.”

“What?”

“If it’s not that urgent, just hold it a bit longer. I’ll take you home. You can use your own bathroom.”

“No, it really is urgent. I’ll be quick.”

“Then I’ll walk you to the station bathroom. You can’t just run off like this — it’s late. It’s not safe.”

His firm tone made her look cornered. It was late, but there were still plenty of people out. Even so, she looked so disheveled, he couldn’t just let her go wandering alone.

“…It’s really fine, I promise. I’m dying here. I’ll be right back.”

She pressed her lips together and frowned like she was about to cry, then held up two fingers, signaling number two.

Seriously?

All this foreplay and she suddenly had to take a dump? He could practically feel his libido shrivel up and die on the spot.

Stifling a sigh, he finally jerked his chin in agreement. She bowed politely, mumbling thanks, then slipped out of the car in a hurry.

At least she’s polite.

“Hey — Jisoo—”

He moved to get out too, planning to at least walk her to the station, but she bolted, practically sprinting away like she didn’t want him to follow.

“…She really is that desperate?”

Standing by the open door, he just stared at her disappearing back, feeling oddly unsettled. He got back in the car, popped open the glove box for a cigarette — his eyes fell on the condoms. He grabbed one and stuffed it in his back pocket, annoyed.

Might as well smoke something.

He wanted a real cigarette, but it felt wrong here — so he grabbed his vape instead. The sweet, fruity smell clashed horribly with the half-soft, half-throbbing weight in his lap.

He sat there for a while, waiting — but she didn’t come back. His erection finally settled down, leaving him with a weird feeling in his gut.

He got out and headed toward the station — it was crowded with people. He made his way to the public bathroom, but something felt off the closer he got.

A creeping sense of dread crawled up his spine. He asked a station attendant to check inside — said his companion was drunk and might need help.

A few minutes later, the attendant came out looking awkward.

“There’s no one inside.”

It felt like someone had clocked him right in the back of the head.