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Aeri has a dumb nickname in Telegram. She has a dumb photo on her avatar, on which her face is photoshopped to the sexiest idol of the century — by her, and Aeri hopes that when (not if, of course, but when) she and Park Jihyo get married, the idol won't curse Aeri for miscommunication with Photoshop. Aeri is a slow-learner, learns from the distance of the giraffe's neck for sure. Aeri herself is dumb — as if photoshopped into life. The journalism faculty, the first state university in the ranking, and weekly transfers for food from a compassionate mother (though her father restricted to "feed a freeloader", who is already been payed for expensive foreign studies).
In general, it's sad and tasteless… Overcooked pasta sticks to the fork on both sides, and it looks absolutely disgusting, so she doesn't really want to check twice.
Aeri generally tries not to waste money. Candies left by the previous tenants of the rented studio, and therefore stiff, are not bad with tea; a second... third? hand laptop is fine, eating pasta for the second week in a row — yes, please, hit me, baby, one more time. Aeri shoves a fork into her mouth, trying to think it's just porridge. Overcooked... pastish... porridge. Mmm, the taste of milk soup from childhood (which, however, she couldn't stand back then), the only thing left is to beat nettles with a stick from time to time. It must be a good stress reliever, though...
jojosupremasy
> date at a paris hotel with a view of the seine
> what do you think?
gisellethebelle
Sounds good <
Except the Seine <
jojosupremasy
> ??
gisellethebelle
It absolutely stinks of ooze <
Aeri giggles to herself. This Beijing girl is as funny as possible, to be honest. Not as funny as pe-tsai, but at least she looks like a huge strawberry when she brags that she bought a new light green nail polish, against the background of her already pale red hair. Aeri thinks pink fits Ningning more than red. Although red also looks sexy...
jojosupremasy
> there would be candles
> vanilla scent
> and wine
> expensive one
gisellethebelle
You just got the salary, didn't you? <
jojosupremasy
> well , yes-
Ningning signed up for Aeri back in the summer, and after comments under the Detroit streams on Twitch, they crawled over to Telegram. And, to be honest, Aeri doesn't regret her being dumb. Because Ningning is doubly dumb. And what is happening between them is the height of dumbness, because long-distance relationships (if they can already be called that, can they?) — is a really stupid idea. Beijing — Seoul, somehow. It makes her a little sad.
Aeri knows about Ningning less than she'd like to know: that she has a One Punch-Man on her avatar (which appeared after watching it together on Discord, before that there was an RK900), that she can't stand the taste of cheese, that she loves American movies, but not Marvel, that she is Libra according to the zodiac sign. And also the fact that she has a beautiful chin, and when she bites her lip, it looks good. It looks really good...
jojosupremasy
> i wanna go on a date
> not in paris perhaps
> you don't fuckin know when i imagine that
> on the balcony
> open balcony
> in paris
jojosupremasy is typing...
gisellethebelle
Date. <
Aeri writes, putting a plate of pasta in the sink. That would be great. A date with Ningning in general sounds like the limit of dreams, to be honest. She looks at the plate in the sink and at "jojosupremasy is typing..." on top of the chat. After all, she hates washing the dishes. Who even came up with washing the dishes as a concept? Her hands are still wet and give off the smell of a chemical-apple scented from the detergent when a new message from Ningning comes up with notification.
jojosupremasy
> wanna smoke
"After cumming, I always want to" — Aeri catches deja vu, quite a bit. Was it just her imagination? She surfes into the chat search, by keywords, with her pinky finger, because it's the least wet of all ten fingers available (which is doubtful after all the cuts on paper).
"after I cum, I always want to smoke, you know"
Aeri doesn't smoke. It's strange to smoke at all, she tried. After that, she just wanted to cough and never take a cigarette in her mouth again. Ningning likes that though. Aeri likes pictures of Ningning smoking. This happens rarely, but photos of the hand with the background of a high-rise building look just so, so cool. Photos of Ningning exhaling smoke look even better. Better than the way Ningning smokes, may be only the way she pulls back the collar of her T-shirt when she plays her dumb Detroit, third time or over.
jojosupremasy
> how do you feel about kissing on the first date irl?
Oh, she feels just great about them. Aeri is fine about kisses in general, if they include Ningning (excluding the fact that she has kissed only once before). In response, she sends an embarrassed smile.
Kissing on the first date in real life
With Ninning
Aeri thinks it sounds like a dream. Ningning is probably sitting in her Beijing right now and grinning at the phone screen with her wonderful, beautiful, so fucking beautiful face or flipping through the history of photos.
(Aeri hopes quite a bit that she smokes by looking at her photos, at least sometimes)
Aeri can't find a place for herself in still-not-hers Seoul (a place for her thoughts and hands maybe).
gisellethebelle
Send pic? <
Miss you. <
Aeri waits a little longer until the "online" appears next to Ningning's nickname again, and when it appears, she bites her lip in anticipation. Ningning's photos are always beautiful, usually come in black and white and most often explicit (a little). And she is also very brave (and dumb), because she sends them without a limit on views. Ningning loves photography, she is good at it. Really good.
With nothing esle to do, Aeri flips through the news of some telegram channel, one of the wild amount to which she subscribed, out of nothing to do as well. A meme with a cat with a hating studies text. Same lol, what else to say, Aeri thinks (she gives the post a like). "jojosupremasy is typing..." heightens the anticipatory mood, because Ningning has — Aeri has already managed to understand by all the previous photos of her beloved — quite a lot of them, for her lover's every secret wish. And if Aeri wants to get some photos of her, then why not. Moreover, after such requests from Ningning's side, Aeri's fantasy breaks the ceiling up to the roof.
Aeri swipes the notification curtain down before going into the chat.
jojosupremasy
> [image.png]
Click. A photo pops up on the full screen. Ningning with her pink hair and new green nail polish. In the bathroom. Green nail polish sets off the lips favorably. Damn Ningning to take such photos, even though Aeri asked her to (she did expect something like that but not something quite like that; she won't fall asleep tonight probably).
gisellethebelle
Beautiful. <
In response, Ningning sends a smiley face wearing sunglasses. Aeri grins — Ningning is confident as always, and it's so fucking cool (it's fucking cool and very, very attractive). Aeri hopes that Ningning is pleased that she — Aeri — thinks that Ningning is beautiful. Goddess-like beautiful, no less. Aeri is pleased to think that Ningning also — maybe? — thinks she is beautiful. Beautiful enough for looking at her old photo — situated in a hidden gallery album for pretty long by now — when it's late and she's exshausted, but not exshausted enough to just fall asleep, and wanting to smoke badly (and wanting Aeri, and preferably wanting to come to Seoul for some time).
At least for Aeri, this is partly routine: she used to enjoy reading manga, but it's not very good to masturbate looking at drawn characters, even if they are well drawn; but it's not a sin to do it while looking at Ningning's pictures. Or rather, a sin, but not quite a sin. Especially after "thinking about you", "miss you </3" and very especially "i imagine it's you" in chat, and photos-photos-photos in addition. Mostly without her face on them, and if with it, then half-cut.
Ningning in a long floor-length skirt with nothing but it, Ningning in the light of a blue lights with the caption "happy New year, baby~" in the American manner (Aeri presumes). Ningning licking her fingers in b/w. Ningning in short shorts in the mirror of her own bathroom. Ningning, who eats ice cream — it looks like creme brulee judging by color — and still... looks... hot.
jojosupremasy
> and that's it?
> come on tell me i'm sexy and i'll forgive you everything
gisellethebelle
Seriously... <
jojosupremasy
> absolutely
gisellethebelle
Very, very sexy <
jojosupremasy
> how do you feel about call?
Ningning doesn't wait for an answer. The answer is clear actually. Aeri likes talking to Ningning on the phone, this way she's almost there and is almost like a real one. The real Ningning is cooler by a hundred times, for sure...
Incoming call from jojosupremasy
answer/decline
Aeri taps the green button without thinking. The full-screen image of Ningning appears after a few seconds. After all, video communication is the most useful invention of mankind (with the exception of the Womanizer, but she has no money to buy it anyways, so so far video calls — from Ningning — are in the first place).
Ningning checks to see if she is visible as she approaches the camera. The color of the picture changes due to uneven light. Now Ningning is all pink, not just her hair. A mesmerizing picture of mockingly poor quality.
Aeri stumbles into every corner of every shelving dividing the studio space while walking to bed, staring at the phone. Ningning is still in the bathroom, and the suds so aptly (unaptly) covers her breasts that it almost literally hurts.
"Like what you see?" Ningning asks. This is a rhetorical question. Aeri likes it. In general, it is usually noticeable, very noticeable. Everything is always written on her face and in her voice. Aeri makes herself comfortable on the bed, putting all the pillows found at hand under her head.
Ningning rises a little higher on the screen, the camera goes down. A little more, and there will be nothing to hide. She puts the phone on a tile ledge so that it leans on a jar of body scrub. Not a very stable design, of course, but what else is an option.
"I'm so dead today, awfully."
"Why?" — Aeri's voice is strangled, and half of the "why" is eaten up half by interference from the connection, half by something coming up to her throat.
"Ain't you gonna turn on the cam?" Ningning ignores the question. Dumb question, really. Why can a person working in two shifts in a row — in the afternoon and in the evening — be dead, huh.
Aeri thinks about it for a few seconds. The conversation duration counter says, about four. Aeri thinks that if she turns on the camera, Ningning will see too much on her face — makeup that has not been washed off due to laziness, blush that has come out of nowhere, a little embarrassment and even a little arousal. She shakes her head — out of habit, only after that realizing that it can't be seen without a camera on — before voicing a "hmm, nope". Ningning shrugs her shoulders. The water around them rises in small waves.
"I'm going to wash up," she informs.
"You're already doing it."
"Wash my hair, you dummy," Ningning grins and reaches for the shampoo to the metal rack, bolted to the green tile flimsily (especially considering the amount of funds for everything the heart can ever desire, which are put into it). The tile is not as light green as her nails, but Ningning's skin is also shaded well because of it, and Ningning looks good, exposing her collarbones and neck, which tense due to hand movements.
"What are you doing now?" she asks casually, spreading shampoo over her hair.
"I'm lying on my bed," Aeri mutters as Ningning smooths her hair back. It's cooler than Dior ads and hotter than Park Jihyo (sorry, love, it's not cheating, I'll explain everything to you, really).
"Wrong, you're staring at me."
"Well, maybe... a little."
"It's a shame," Ningning says. Water flows down the hair, leaving it smooth and glossy, "that just a little."
Aeri stares a lot. Ningning pulls out the plug, and the water level begins to drop rapidly, revealing a view of her chest, then lower, along the ribs, then just a little above the navel… Ningning washes off the remaining suds from the body with a shower. She does it on purpose — it seems to Aeri that on purpose (definitely on purpose and definitely not in vain).
Aeri bites her lip. It's okay to want your not-yet-girlfriend (at least they haven't discussed this point yet). It's normal that her hand, free from the phone, is blindly groping for her breasts, tickling her ribs and tattoo on her stomach. It is ok.
Aeri rolls onto her stomach, throwing pillows on the other side of bed, puts the phone on the last remaining pillow and rests her chin onto it, too, putting her hand between herself and the mattress.
The camera moves higher — to the washing machine, when Ningning decides to get out of the bathroom. She dries her hair with one small towel and then pulls off of the crossbar, where the curtain rings are attached, the bigger one for her body. The curtain is also green.
Ningning's towel is green.
Ningning starts with her feet.
Aeri licks her lower lip, running her hand along the inside of her thigh. Squeezes, scratches with nails on the skin.
Then the hips.
Higher, butt, waist. Ningning has her back to the camera. And when she moves, the back muscles noticeably tighten. And it looks good. Really good.
Aeri presses her fingers through the fabric of her underpants. The toes shrink wilfully. Once again, with the base of the palm on the pubis and the pads of the fingers pushing over the vulva. Once again, picking up the fabric of the underpants from the side. That's so fucked up. At least because it's enough for her to look at how Ningning wipes her neck with a towel to get so wet.
"Oh, fuck."
"Did you say something?" Ningning asks so innocently, as if she had never sent nudes in private messages and had never written nasty things like "i want you", knowing that Aeri is already trying too hard to focus on her economics class.
"N-no," Aeri breathes out. It turns out noisy. It turns out blurry and absolutely obviously turned on.
"N-no?" Ningning teases. She laughs, starting to wipe her stomach, finally turning to face the camera. She does it slowly. On purpose.
Aeri closes her eyes, holding her fingers at one point. They slide down, penetrating inside just a little. Then come back. She holds her breath so that god forbid-
"I want to see your face when you come," Ningning says on the other side of the screen, the world, the universe, from her so fucking faraway Beijing in her fuckable whisper, "right now."
Aeri whimpers, quietly. Her face is too close to the speaker for Ningning not to hear. And it's embarrassing, it's embarrassing, it's embarrassing. It's a good thing she doesn't see Ningning grinning contentedly, while peering at the black screen, either trying to see Aeri through thousands of kilometers and a disconnected camera, or to hear something remotely resembling her own name.
Aeri manages to poke her nose into the screen blindly to turn off the microphone so that Ningning could not hear these stupid noisy attempts to catch her breath.
She pulls her hand out of her homely gym sweatpants. The elastic band gently slaps on the stomach. A sticky strip stretches from the fingers along it. Aeri rubs it on the skin with her wrist.
"I'm glad you liked it," Ningning says.
Aeri rolls over on her back, leaving the phone in the same place. She bends her knees and puts her hands on her stomach, lifting the T-shirt up. Hot. Bothered. Underpants stick unpleasantly to the crotch. She feels like crying. She closes her eyes.
It's already late, tomorrow is a work day and she wants to sleep unbearably. She falls asleep somehow, unnoticed. Tired, but satisfied.
"I do like you. Very much," Ningning carefully whispers to the silent black screen. "Have good dreams, love."
Aeri doesn't turn the mic back on. Aeri doesn't turn on the camera to say goodnight. Ningning wraps the towel around herself before pressing the red button.
Incoming call
23:24, 1 hour 17 minutes