When is the perfect time to say goodbye?
If someone asked Shin Yerim this question,
she would reply, “Right before a flight.”
For a morning flight, the previous night is ideal.
That’s the best time for farewells.
It was early November.
The autumn season was drawing to a close,
and winter was beginning to take its place.
The chilly wind had started to bite,
and the moon shone through the window on a deep night.
Bathed in the moonlight filtering through the curtains,
Shin Yerim slowly began to undress.
Ssssrrrk.
Would this be the sound a fairy’s garments made when she undressed for a bath?
Her clothes slid down like silk, brushing against her skin before pooling softly on the floor.
The reason Shin Yerim could debut as a model and find success so quickly
lay in her figure—a body so perfect it could be considered flawless even by global standards.
From her toes to her calves, up her thighs, over her hips and navel,
then past her chest, shoulders, and neck—
every part was perfectly proportioned,
seamlessly balanced.
She had a devilish talent for turning any outfit into her own.
And tonight, that talent unveiled itself for the very first time,
for one person alone.
“You said you’d look when the time came, remember?”
It was natural to dream of sharing a first moment with the one you love.
Even more so if that person was overwhelmingly attractive.
“No, I don’t remember! No, really... And besides, we haven’t even had, uh, that kind of moment yet.”
“You’re being oddly specific for someone who ‘doesn’t remember.’”
“Ah.”
A fleeting expression of panic crossed Donghu’s face,
reflected in Yerim’s gaze.
‘Does he dislike it?’
Perhaps it was too sudden—
undressing out of nowhere might have startled him or made him uncomfortable.
But putting her clothes back on now would only make things more awkward.
What should I do?
Was I too impulsive?
But I’m being sincere...
Just as these thoughts flooded Yerim’s mind—
“You caught me. Looks like I have no choice but to look.”
Donghu’s intense gaze locked onto her, accompanied by a playful yet genuine smile.
The warmth in his voice, an attempt to lighten the mood, felt sincere.
His reaction mirrored her sincerity,
and the tension began to dissipate.
“Hold on a second.”
Donghu grabbed two chairs and set them facing each other.
“This is your first performance as a company model. Let’s do it properly.”
As soon as he spoke, his predatory eyes fixed on her once again.
He gestured for her to proceed, fanning the flames of her body’s heat.
“...”
Yerim felt her skin flush,
a peculiar tingling warmth spreading between her legs.
“Should I start with walking practice? Or... show everything right away?”
“Take your time and do it how you’ve practiced.”
Though she had practiced fully clothed before,
moving without anything on was an entirely new sensation.
Feeling his gaze linger over every inch of her exposed body,
her own body stiffened involuntarily.
Her legs fidgeted and tightened on their own,
her toes curling and uncurling aimlessly.
Her hands instinctively covered her lower abdomen.
Yet, as her hands moved,
certain parts left uncovered seemed to react even more prominently.
They had first met as classmates.
Over time, they became athlete and manager.
And later, they evolved into boss and model.
Yerim’s heart raced.
Even though she had taken the initiative,
even though she had carefully set the stage to ensure this moment wouldn’t slip away,
her body trembled under Donghu’s commanding presence.
“Yerim.”
“Y-yes?!”
“If you’re this nervous, how am I supposed to stay calm?”
He was lying.
Yerim looked at Donghu, who gazed up at her with an easy, relaxed smile.
She, the model, stood completely bare, while her boss remained fully clothed.
And in this moment, the first thing a model ought to do was—
“...Haah.”
Yerim sat down slowly.
The cold surface of the chair startled her, eliciting a soft gasp.
And then—
“You said you’d look at everything.”
She spread her legs.
***
When someone approaches with sincerity, you must respond in kind.
It takes great courage to show such sincerity,
and that courage must never be disregarded.
‘I need to approach this situation with equal sincerity to maintain control.’
It was this thought that kept Donghu calm.
But as Yerim’s legs spread with an audible sound,
his eyes involuntarily fixated.
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“...”
“Boss, you have to tell me what you think.”
Leaning back in the chair, she let her body stretch and relax,
her legs opened wide.
It was a pose often seen in modeling—but with one key difference:
‘Yerim isn’t wearing anything.’
Her flawless, alabaster skin radiated under the dim light.
Only three small areas stood out,
their blush-like hue stark against her pure complexion.
Was it simply a difference in color,
or was it the meaning they carried?
“Why are you standing, Boss?”
Yerim’s teasing smile accompanied her question as she glanced up at him.
Her sparkling eyes seemed innocent on the surface,
but her tone betrayed a deeper awareness of where this moment was heading.
She stood slowly and walked toward him.
“Is there something you’d like me to do?”
“Something I’d like you to do?”
Donghu’s eyes trailed her form once again.
This kind of moment—
one where nothing happened despite the obvious tension—
seemed like something out of a romantic comedy.
‘How is that even possible?’
How could anyone resist in a situation like this?
It had to be a ploy to stretch out the runtime.
Why?
Because—
‘I can’t resist.’
His body had already begun to react.
Thud.
The evidence of his arousal pressed unmistakably against the fabric of his pants,
and it brushed against Yerim’s lower abdomen as she approached.
“Oh, oh? W-wait a second.”
Yerim’s flustered voice broke the silence.
“W-what is this?!”
“Hm?”
“I-it’s just... This is way more than what I heard about from the others...”
Her gaze fixated downward, refusing to waver.
Just moments ago, she had been poised and confident, teasing him with ease.
But now, her demeanor crumbled in the face of the palpable tension.
"This is getting a bit hard to resist, isn’t it?"
The game of pretending to be a boss and a model ends here.
I grabbed Yerim’s wrist and planted a kiss near her chest.
Smack.
The sound echoed immediately.
“Hnn... Ah...”
I could feel Yerim’s body flinch. Her skin trembled, her legs quivered, and the tense stiffness in her wrist translated directly into my palm.
“It’s okay.”
As I said that, I kissed the nape of her neck. From her chest, to her neck, to her jaw, and finally to her lips.
We intertwined our tongues.
Simultaneously, I slowly began undressing. I couldn’t be bothered to unbutton the dress shirt, so I simply ripped it open.
Urgently, yet not hastily.
Suppressing the boiling desire as much as possible, I gently pulled Yerim’s body into my embrace.
“...I thought so back then, too. Your embrace feels so warm.”
“You say the strangest things.”
“Well, this is the moment to say them.”
I lifted Yerim’s body in my arms and laid her down on the bed.
“....”
The moonlight reflected in the window once again illuminated Yerim’s body.
“I feel shy.”
Yerim spoke as she watched me slowly undress. With her two slender arms barely covering her upper and lower body, she seemed vulnerable. Yet, even then, the area around her chest wasn’t fully concealed, leaving certain parts exposed.
“If I leave, we might not see each other for a long time.”
“Come to Korea once every few years, then.”
“It’ll take at least three years... That’s why... I did this.”
Yerim belatedly confessed her reason for taking this leap of courage. I had known all along.
Even so, I hadn’t accepted it initially.
It was likely because of my foolish lack of confidence.
Squelch.
As my fingers slid between her legs, a sticky, thin liquid clung to them.
“Hnnngh...!”
Yerim’s hips arched upward.
“Ahhh... Ahhh... It hurts...”
“If you want me to stop, just say the word. I’m fine with that.”
As soon as I said that, Yerim’s arm overlapped with my wrist. Even through the pain, she signaled not to stop.
I understood that feeling better than anyone else.
So, I slowly, deliberately, inserted my fingers one by one.
Until she was fully ready.
Since it was her first time, the preparation had to be extensive.
“Ungh... Ahhh...”
As the process continued, the bed sheet gripped in Yerim’s other hand grew increasingly disheveled.
“...Can we do what we were doing earlier again? I think I can endure it if we do.”
“Shall we?”
Once again, we intertwined our tongues as our bodies came together.
With nothing covering us, we explored each other’s bodies.
Kissing deeply, listening to occasional groans of pain, laughing when our teeth accidentally clashed.
“Ah.”
Our bodies aligned completely, leaving no gaps.
“Ah... Ugh...”
But I didn’t move immediately.
I gave Yerim enough time to adjust.
“...You know, I think this will leave a hole in me if you keep going... Ngh! W-Wait... Don’t push in all at once... Ah...!”
“It’s because you suddenly said something like that...”
“You’re such a secret pervert.”
Yerim muttered while lowering her hand to check how far things had gone.
“Is it... halfway now?”
At her words, I gently caressed her waist.
“W-Wait... Don’t touch me like tha-aahh...!”
As the tension in her waist loosened, our bodies aligned completely, tightly, with no room to spare.
“Ah... Ahhh...!”
Yerim let out a long groan, a mix of pain and pleasure. At the same time, her nails scratched down my back.
And simultaneously...
“....”
I could feel the desire I had been holding back surging uncontrollably.
It whispered that this was the limit. That I couldn’t suppress it any longer.
Surrendering to instinct, my body moved.
‘This...’
My body tensed up, and strength surged from an unknown source.
“Wait, wait, Donghu... Ngh... Ugh... Ahhh...”
The thought of leaving a strong trace of myself in her before she went far away dominated me. I wanted to pour all the time we had spent together into her, leaving nothing behind.
“I-I need some sleep if I’m going to catch my flight...”
I couldn’t make out her words clearly. The only thought in my mind was to hold her close and never let go.
Her pale skin turned red, marked by the traces I left behind. Swollen and flushed, the marks seemed to say that this moment would remain unforgettable.
“Hah... Haa... Hah...”
Yerim’s tongue lolled out as she lay exhausted. Despite the strain, her eyes still gazed at me.
Her extended tongue licked my lips before kissing my neck.
“I really have to wake up early to catch my flight.”
I nodded, reassuring her.
“You weren’t going to sleep anyway.”
“W-What? W-Wait! Donghu, Donghu... Ahn.”
In the end, Yerim missed her flight.