Eun Bin
Copyright© 2025 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 8: The Truth
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 8: The Truth - Sometimes, for unexplainable reasons, two misfit girls: one intersex the other permenantly denied puberty. are brought together and find happiness together that defies logic. This is a story about two such people.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including ft/ft Romantic Lesbian School White Female Oriental Female First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Small Breasts
It was a Wednesday evening, three weeks after their first time together. Eun Bin and Simone were in their room—Simone sprawled on the bed doing math homework, Eun Bin at her desk working on a history essay.
The comfortable silence between them was one of Eun Bin’s favorite things. They didn’t always need to talk. Just being in the same space, knowing the other was there, was enough.
But tonight, something was weighing on Eun Bin. It had been building for days, a restless feeling in her chest that wouldn’t go away.
She closed her laptop and turned in her chair to face Simone. “Can I talk to you about something?”
Simone looked up immediately, setting her pencil aside. “Of course. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. It’s just...” Eun Bin took a breath. “I can’t keep hiding this from my parents.”
Simone sat up fully. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, we talk once a week—usually Sundays. And every time, I’m lying by omission. They ask how school is, and I tell them about classes and homework. But I never mention you. I never mention the most important thing in my life.” Eun Bin’s voice shook slightly. “And I hate it. I hate hiding you. I hate pretending you don’t exist.”
“Eun Bin—”
“I love you,” Eun Bin interrupted. “I love you so much that it physically hurts to not tell people. And my parents ... they should know. They should know that their daughter is happy for the first time in years. That I’m thriving. That I’m in love.”
Simone crossed the room and knelt beside Eun Bin’s chair, taking her hands. “I love you too. And I want nothing more than for you to be able to be open about us. But your parents ... they might not react well. You know that, right?”
“I know.” Eun Bin squeezed her hands. “But I can’t keep living like this. Love can’t contain itself, Simone. It has to be expressed. It has to be declared. And if I keep hiding it, hiding you, then what does that say about how I really feel?”
“It says you’re being smart. Protecting yourself.”
“No. It says I’m still that scared little girl who lets other people dictate her life.” Eun Bin’s voice grew stronger. “I’m not that girl anymore. You helped me become someone brave. Someone who stands up for herself. And I need to stand up now. For us. For what we have.”
Simone studied her face for a long moment. “You’re sure about this? Because once you tell them, you can’t take it back.”
“I’m sure. I’m completely sure.” Eun Bin pulled out her phone and checked the time. “It’s 7 PM here, which means it’s 2 AM in Korea. I’ll call them tomorrow evening. Thursday evening here, Friday morning there.” She looked up at Simone. “Will you be here with me? When I do it?”
“Of course. I’ll be right beside you the whole time.”
“Thank you.” Eun Bin leaned forward and kissed her. “I’m terrified. But I know this is right.”
Thursday evening arrived too quickly.
Eun Bin spent the entire day anxious, barely able to focus in classes. Simone stayed close, holding her hand between buildings, sitting extra close at meals, providing silent support.
By 7 PM, they were back in their room. Eun Bin had changed into comfortable clothes—leggings and one of Simone’s oversized hoodies that she’d claimed as her own. Simone sat beside her on the bed, their shoulders touching.
“I’m going to video call them,” Eun Bin said, her phone in her trembling hands. “I want them to see my face. To see that I’m serious.”
“Okay. Do you want me visible in the frame, or just nearby?”
“Nearby. I want to do this by myself first. But I want you where I can see you.”
“I’m right here.” Simone squeezed her knee. “You’ve got this. You’re so brave.”
Eun Bin took several deep breaths, then opened the video call app and selected her parents’ contact. Her finger hovered over the call button.
“I love you,” she whispered to Simone.
“I love you too. No matter what happens.”
Eun Bin pressed the button.
The ringing seemed to last forever. Then the screen filled with her mother’s face—perfectly made up even at 8 AM Korean time, sitting in what looked like the breakfast room of their Seoul penthouse.
“Eun Bin! This is a surprise. We weren’t expecting to talk until Sunday.” Her mother smiled, but it looked strained. “Is everything alright? Are you sick?”
“I’m fine, Mom. Is Dad there?”
“Yes, he’s here. Just a moment.” The camera shifted as her mother moved to where her father sat reading something on his tablet, still in his suit despite the early hour. He looked up with mild annoyance at being interrupted.
“Eun Bin. What is it? I have a meeting in thirty minutes.”
Her mother positioned the tablet so both their faces were visible. They sat side by side in expensive chairs, in their expensive home, looking like the perfect wealthy couple. Looking like strangers.
Eun Bin felt her courage waver for a moment. Then she felt Simone’s hand on her back, steady and warm, and she found her strength.
“I need to tell you something,” Eun Bin said, her voice quieter than she’d intended. “Something important.”
“Are your grades slipping?” her father asked immediately. “The school hasn’t contacted us about any problems.”
“No. My grades are excellent. Better than they ever were in Korea.” She took a breath. “This isn’t about school. It’s about me. About my life.”
Her mother’s expression shifted slightly—concern, maybe, or the first hint of worry. “What is it, dear?”
“I’m in a relationship.”
Silence. Her parents exchanged a glance.
“That’s ... that’s wonderful,” her mother said carefully. “Is he a nice boy? From a good family?”
“Not a boy.” Eun Bin’s heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. “A girl. Her name is Simone. And I love her.”
The silence this time was different. Heavy. Oppressive.
Her father spoke first, his voice cold. “This isn’t funny, Eun Bin.”
“I’m not joking. I’m in love with a girl. We’ve been together for two months. She’s my girlfriend.”
“Absolutely not.” Her father’s face had gone hard. “This is unacceptable. You’re confused. This boarding school was clearly a mistake—”
“I’m not confused.” Eun Bin felt anger rising, burning away her fear. “I’m clearer than I’ve ever been in my life.”
“Eun Bin,” her mother said, her voice strained, “you’re fourteen years old. You can’t possibly know what you want. This is just ... experimentation. A phase. When you come home—”
“I’m not coming home. Not until you accept me as I am.”
“You will do as you’re told,” her father snapped. “This relationship ends now. Immediately. We’ll contact the school and have you moved to a different room, away from this girl—”
“Her name is Simone,” Eun Bin interrupted, her voice rising. “And you can’t make me end this. You can’t control me from 5,000 miles away.”
“We are your parents,” her mother said. “We know what’s best for you—”
“No.” The word came out sharp and hard. “You don’t. You have never known what’s best for me.”
“How dare you—” her father started.
“How dare I?” Eun Bin felt something breaking open inside her—years of pain, years of silence, all pouring out. “How dare YOU. Do you want to know what I remember from my childhood? Do you want to know what ‘good parenting’ looks like from where I’m sitting?”
“Eun Bin, lower your voice—”
“I remember being beaten by boys at school. Having my clothes torn off. Being locked in storage closets. Being called a freak, a midget, a defective little monster.” Her voice cracked but she pushed through. “And do you know what you did? Nothing. You did absolutely nothing.”
“We removed you from that situation—” her mother tried.
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