My Girlfriend Is Very Good to Me

86 - That Day (2)

86 - That Day (2)

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Holding Heena's hand, we didn't say a single word to each other until we arrived at her officetel. We just held each other's hands tightly and walked home in silence.

It seemed something was being moved, for we passed through the open entrance and took the elevator to her door. It was only then, in front of the closed door, that I spoke first to open it.

"Heena, the password?"

"Could you press it? It's your birthday."

"Ah."

I quickly typed in the four digits and entered. She must have told me so I could come anytime. I figured I wouldn't forget since it was my birthday.

As soon as we entered the house, the living room was so clean it seemed like not a speck of dust was present, presumably due to diligent cleaning.

However, since we had no business in the living room at the moment, Heena and I went into the inner room. Her room looked much the same as before. A neatly arranged bed with two pillows beside the desk, and something like a mood lamp placed next to the bed caught my eye.

After scanning the room, we silently took off our coats and hung them on one side. Then, for a moment, both of us hesitated to speak.

Starting immediately wasn’t possible, and since we needed to wash up but it was Heena's room, it felt awkward to bring it up first.

After a brief moment of awkwardness standing in front of the bed, Heena went to the window and began to draw all the curtains, blocking the outside sunlight.

Not stopping there, she then turned off the room's lights and switched on the lamp beside the bed. This created an atmosphere in the room as if only a small light was left on during the night.

Heena had also prepared various things for this moment in her own way.

Once everything was ready, Heena spoke up in an unusually tense voice, quite unlike her usual self.

"Uh, Ye, Yeonho!"

"Yeah!"

"I'll go wash up first! Just wait a bit!"

With that, she hurried out of the room. As she left and closed the door behind her, I finally let out a sigh and sat down on the bed.

Like Heena, I was too tense to figure out how to start the conversation. It wasn’t about who should lead.

Since it was Heena’s place, saying 'Should I go wash up first?' felt somewhat difficult. Normally, it might have been easy, but now, with something special ahead, it wasn’t.

After scratching my head for a moment, feeling awkward just sitting in silence, I quietly took out the essentials from my bag and placed them next to the mood lamp.

Yes, it was the first time for both Heena and me. It was inevitable to feel nervous in such a situation, but I had to muster as much courage as possible to make the first move.

I steeled my mind. I was going to shower soon anyway, and the house was getting warmer since Heena had turned up the heater. So, I took off the knit I was wearing, given that I had a black inner shirt on underneath.

In that state, I fiddled with my phone while waiting for Heena to return. However, I was just idly touching it, not really in the mood to message anyone or browse the web given the current circumstances.

About 15 minutes passed while I was sitting like that.

The door clicked open, and Heena entered, dressed exactly as she had been when she left the room. Whether it was because of the upcoming event or because she had taken a shower, her face was flushed as she spoke softly.

"Sorry, did I take too long...?"

"No. Should I go now?"

"Yes. If you brought clothes, take them with you. I forgot to... Everything we bought last time, like toothbrushes, is in there. Towels are in the drawer inside."

She spoke softly, her face still red. It turned out she hadn’t changed her clothes because she had left in a hurry earlier.

Hearing her, I grabbed my messenger bag and headed to the bathroom. The bathroom, like the rest of the spacious studio apartment, was quite large.

It even had a small bathtub suitable for a half bath.

Would it be a bit tight for two? That thought crossed my mind. Surely Heena must have considered it.

I stripped down in front of the bathroom, entered, and washed myself. Worried about any possible sweat smell, I quickly scrubbed every nook and cranny. I noticed the shower puff we had bought last time hanging there, but it seemed impossible to use it right now. It was wet, probably from Heena using it a little while ago.

Using it felt too stimulating, especially since the issues with my lower half were at an all-time high. Anyway, while it’s good to be clean, imagining Heena washing herself with that shower puff made me increasingly anxious.

I quickly finished the shower, dried off, and took out underwear and an inner shirt from my bag to put on. Then, after putting back on the slacks I wore today, I grabbed a towel and my bag and returned to the room.

As I opened the door, I saw Heena on the bed, covered with a blanket, examining the essentials I had laid out. She was startled when I entered, dropping them onto the bed.

"You're back quickly!"

"Yeah."

Heena still seemed very nervous, her words trembling slightly. The calmness she had during our date earlier in the day felt a million light-years away, and this gap was somewhat cute.

I put my bag down in a corner of the room and slowly approached Heena. Climbing onto the bed, I gently tried to pull away the blanket she was covered with.

"Uh..."

Heena, with her face turned bright red, was clutching the blanket. I wondered if she was already in her underwear, but then she relaxed her grip, and the blanket slid down smoothly.

What appeared before my eyes was Heena in a white camisole dress, slightly revealing the undergarments inside.

I was at a loss for words.

In terms of exposure, what we had worn at the beach was more revealing. However, Heena right now, in this dim room with only the mood lamp's light illuminating her, exuded an indescribable sensuality. Despite her face being flushed and her body trembling.

Seeing her stretch out a hand to me with effort, I snapped back to reality. Considering Heena was in this state, I had to act properly.

I moved closer to Heena, grabbed her arm, and then sat down next to her, causing her to flinch.

"Heena."

"Uh, Yes?!"

"Let's talk a bit first."

"Talk...?"

"Yes."

At my gentle voice, Heena slightly turned her head to look at me. Her hair, always so silky and soft, flowed beautifully.

"Come here."

After brushing her flowing hair aside, I extended my right arm and called her over. She quickly leaned into my embrace as if throwing herself into it.

Wrapping my arms around Heena, who cuddled into me like a puppy, I gently embraced her and slowly began to speak.

"We have plenty of time, so let's relax by talking a bit. Honestly, I'm a bit embarrassed and nervous too... But this is something we've both been looking forward to."

"Yeah... that's true..."

"Is that mood lamp new? I don't remember seeing it last time."

"I bought it the day before yesterday while shopping with my mom. It caught my eye because of its pretty color."

"It is pretty. The light is just right."

"Right? There was also a cat-shaped one, but its light was too weak."

"A cat mood lamp? That sounds kinda cute."

"That's why I hesitated a lot. It was really cute."

Heena, normally not one to get too nervous, started chatting more happily once the conversation began, despite a bit of initial trembling.

"How's living alone? How's it been sleeping by yourself these past few days?"

"It's good. It feels lonely sometimes, but, I don't know, it's interesting."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. It's like... when I used to make secret bases as a kid, it feels like I've got my own castle now?"

"Oh~ I kind of get what you mean."

"Hehe, but I still find it hard to cook... Why can't I get better at it..."

Heena laid one hand on my chest, leaning her entire body against me. I felt the soft touch against my side and played along with her conversation, while gently stroking her hair with the hand that was holding her shoulder.

Enjoying my touch on her hair, Heena slightly tilted her head, rubbing her face against my chest.

"I was being so silly just a while ago, wasn't I?"

"No? You were cute."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You're always so mature, so seeing you nervous like that was incredibly adorable."

"I'm embarrassed..."

"Why be embarrassed about being cute? Now, lips."

With that as a start, we began slowly, one step at a time. She lifted her face to mine, gently pressing her lips to mine. Without any more words needed, we exchanged a lovers' dialogue, initially light kisses, then repeatedly touching lips. We also exchanged glances in between and kissed not just on the lips but around the cheeks and mouth.

Her soft lips tickled my face.

And then the kisses became deeper and longer.

"Hmm..."

Biting and licking each other's lips, we explored the insides of our mouths. When our tongues touched, they entwined.

"Hmm...slurp"

Like eating candy, my tongue swirled inside her mouth, gently sucking on her lips. When Heena pushed her tongue forward, I lightly scraped it with my teeth.

"Slurp?"

Then, grabbing her head with one hand, I pressed our lips together firmly, completely overlapping our mouths. We felt each other's breath tickling our faces as we moved only our tongues, exchanging saliva. Sometimes touching the tender roof of her mouth, and lightly tapping her white teeth.

"Mm...hmm.."

Heena's moans continuously came through the gaps. The tension from before seemed to have vanished, as she now wrapped her arms around my neck, more passionately engaging.

"Haah..."

Finally, after a long kiss, when our lips parted, a thin string connected our lips.

In her eyes, seen from up close, I could feel a burning desire. And probably, my eyes reflected the same.

Leaving Heena, I stepped out of the bed for a moment to lower my pants. The embarrassment of showing my underwear was completely non-existent. After throwing off my upper innerwear and turning back, Heena had already slid down the straps of her camisole, pulling it down to her legs and throwing it beside the bed, with the same soft smile she always had, reaching out her arms to me.

Wearing the black lace underwear we had chosen together.

"Yeonho, come here."

From that point on, no more words were needed.

Slowly, I approached Heena, our bodies overlapping.

Author's Note:

I've decided to end it here before the 'explicit content' chapter to ensure that skipping it won't affect the understanding of the story. My apologies to underage readers, but please think of tomorrow as a break day.... I'll make sure you can skip without missing anything important.