Pleasure Therapist || Ryeji ff

- Chapter 1 -

Roused from the couch by an insistent knock on her apartment door, Shin Ryujin prepared to dismiss whichever friend or former lover had decided to drop by unannounced. Instead, she fell into stunned silence at the sight of her next-door neighbor Yeji - the beautiful, relatively older woman for whom she'd been carrying a particularly lusty torch for the past thirteen months - anxiously shuffling her feet on the welcome mat, elegantly dressed and openly distraught. Her vivid brown eyes lit up at the sight of Ryujin, which made Ryujin's heart sing. She opened her mouth to offer Yeji an effusively friendly hello, barely thinking to wonder why someone she'd rarely spoken with except to trade casual pleasantries in the laundry room or at the mailbox would knock on her door this late on Saturday afternoon.

Before Ryujin could attempt a charming greeting, Yeji broke the ice with an awkward wave.

"Hi." She cleared her throat, so overtly nervous that Ryujin's stomach churned in empathy. "I'm not sure if you remember me, but-"

"Yeji. Of course, I remember you." Opening the door wider, Ryujin leaned against its blessedly sturdy frame and attempted a carefree smile.
"How's it going?"

"Hi," Yeji repeated, somewhat unnecessarily.
"And, well, it's..." She took a deep breath and dodged the subject. "You're Ryujin, right?"
"That's me." Ryujin folded her arms across her breasts, wishing she'd worn a bra to the door. If she'd known who was on the other side, she would've stopped to throw one on. "What can I do for you?"

"Well..." Yeji grew redder with every second of uneasy silence she allowed to stretch out between them. After an unbearably long hesitation, she muttered, cheeks aflame, "You know what? This suddenly feels like a really terrible idea. I think I should..." She moved a half pace to the right, clearly flirting with the urge to flee toward the safety of her own apartment. "Sorry to bother you."

"Yeji." Ryujin stepped into the hallway to catch her neighbor by the wrist. "What's going on?
Did you need something?"

Yeji jolted at the contact, so Ryujin let her go and allowed her gaze to drift to Yeji's luxuriously thick and shiny hair, which fell just above her narrow shoulders and boasted a smattering of gloriously silver strands woven throughout the natural dark brunette. Flustered by the thought of how often she'd masturbated herself to sleep with Yeji in the starring role of one of her go-to mature, older-lover fantasies, Ryujin struggled not to reveal how attracted she was. It had always seemed painfully obvious that Yeji considered her a bit of a kid. Probably even a wild child, given that they shared the wall of Ryujin's busy bedroom and its revolving door of sexually liberated - and frequently vocal - women of every age, shape, and color.

Of course, Yeji looked at her and saw her as a child. How could she know what Ryujin really wanted? Who she really was? Ryujin didn't share those hopes and dreams with just anyone. Not even the women who graced her bed.

Yeji managed a tense smile. "To be perfectly frank, I came over to ask you for a completely batshit, wholly inappropriate favor...a request that would have almost certainly resulted in you slamming the door in my face. Which I would've totally understood, actually. I'm not sure why I ever thought...But I wasn't sure what else to do, so-"

"So ask me the favor." More intrigued than intimidated after that rambling disclaimer, Ryujin beckoned for Yeji to follow her into the apartment. "How about you come inside and sit down first? Maybe it'll be easier that way."

Yeji scoffed and shook her head, yet drifted closer. "I'm not so sure about that."

"Believe it or not, I am a pretty friendly person.
Once you get to know me." Ryujin held open the door, grinning as Yeji tentatively walked past. "I promise not to be offended, regardless of how inappropriate this favor turns out to be."