episode_0016

16

Ah. I want to fuck a hero.

Just because I hadn’t fulfilled this long-held fantasy didn’t mean I had no experience at all.

In fact, I might’ve had quite a bit.

I’d never seriously dated a villain, but this world was practically the animal kingdom, after all.

Pretty girls with nice bodies rolled around in bed just as much.

Handsome guys had just as many women under them.

Survival of the fittest—somewhere, the one doing the fucking could just as easily become the one getting fucked.

But in the middle of this animal kingdom, there was another way to drift along carefree.

That bastard.

In other words, the rumor that every woman who slept with me came back acting weird.

That was enough.

Even when I didn’t do anything, girls with tingling lower stomachs would come crawling to me on their own.

Of course, most of them were just experiments—after breaking them, I usually cut contact.

Anyway.

Back then, there was one girl who did something similar to Lee Hayoon.

Unlike Lee Hayoon, who was now kneeling nervously, this girl—true to her animal kingdom roots—smiled leisurely and tried to push me onto the bed.

Her chest was much bigger, too. I bet plenty of idiots would’ve fallen for that act.

But Lee Hayoon is different.

Unlike that girl, who realized her preferences after rolling around like a slut, Lee Hayoon is pure.

She probably doesn’t even know what she likes yet.

Doesn’t know where her erogenous zones are.

Isn’t she just like this because she got hooked on the word “noona”?

Because being led by a noona sounds more plausible.

Because a noona who acts composed is better than one who flusters inexperience.

Because being pinned under a younger guy, feeling his kisses, is embarrassing.

So she’s trying to take the lead.

The way her sweet, melting smile from earlier now looks dazed, like she just snapped out of it—yeah, that’s definitely it.

…She’s cute in so many ways.

Almost too cute to be called “noona.”

“You want me to lie down? There?”

“Mmm…”

When I pointed at her thigh with my gaze and asked, Lee Hayoon hesitated before nodding.

I could roughly guess what she wanted.

She wanted to act like a noona—let me rest my head on her lap,

pretend to be skilled while gripping my stiff, blood-filled cock,

work it clumsily with her fingertips until it throbbed,

then pat my head and watch me messily cum like an idiot.

Because that’s what a noona would do.

Right.

Lee Hayoon, forcing herself to act like a noona—it’s cute, but—

“……”

It’s cute, but—

I didn’t particularly like it.

If she’d looked overflowing with maternal instinct, maybe.

But Lee Hayoon just had a bright, puppy-like face, a small head that suited a ponytail perfectly, a surprisingly voluptuous body, and a personality that seemed like she’d get along with anyone—always laughing, haha-hoho—except for the fact that her erogenous zones were all in obscenely sensitive places.

She’s a second-year academy student, a hero-in-training.

I could break her bit by bit and mold her to my tastes, but I didn’t want to be the one tamed.

I’m not the one who wears the collar.

Lee Hayoon, kneeling to offer me her lap as a pillow.

I wanted to fasten a collar around her neck—one with [Lee Hayoon] written on it—and yank it hard.

Even if I treated her roughly, she’d wag her tail and let me flip her onto her back.

I wanted to train her.

“Noona.”

“…Huh?”

“Should I turn off the lights?”

“Wh-what?”

“The lights. The lamp.”

“Ah, um. Yeah, turning them off is probably…”

When I briefly changed the subject, Lee Hayoon glanced at me before answering.

Feeling her gaze, I took off my shirt and approached her again in the dark.

From the drawer under the desk where my computer was, I grabbed two boxes of condoms.

There was no mood lighting, but since it was still evening, turning off the lights didn’t mean we couldn’t see anything.

Lee Hayoon’s chest, exposed after I’d stripped her earlier, was clearly visible.

After tossing aside her T-shirt, Lee Hayoon was too busy staring at my body.

The small packet whose contents were obvious made her tense up the moment she saw it.

Maybe because of that.

Part of me wanted to fuck her until she passed out, resisting and telling me to stop—

But I buried that desire deep inside.

I only have one life, after all.

Just then, Lee Hayoon patted her soft thighs and spoke.

“L-lie down here. Woojin. On my lap.”

“…And after I lie down, what are you planning to do?”

“Um… something nice…?”

“Something nice.”

Though Lee Hayoon scratched her cheek shyly as she answered, I already knew what she meant.

The only thing you could do with a lap pillow was, at best, a nursing handjob.

Honestly, wasn’t that a little off for a noona?

But I let it slide, assuming Lee Hayoon’s sexual knowledge was roughly at that level.

Taming a girl who didn’t know much was more exciting anyway.

Slowly, I stepped closer until I was right in front of her and asked:

“What exactly are you planning to do for me?”

“S-something nice. I’ll make you feel good…”

“Stop repeating yourself. …Were you going to give me a blowjob?”

“A bl…?!”

When I deliberately threw out a slightly wrong answer, Lee Hayoon’s shoulders jerked—she’d been fidgeting shyly just moments ago.

At least she seemed to know the word “blowjob.”

Elementary school level cleared.

“I-I’m not doing that…! At the very least, I’d have to shower first…”

“So you were planning to use your hands, then?”

“Th-that’s, um… ……Yeah. My hands…”

Her voice grew smaller and smaller until she finally answered at a volume barely audible.

Well, compared to her mouth—where she’d directly taste my cock—or her front hole—where she’d lose the purity she’d guarded all this time in an instant—her hands were probably the most comfortable option.

Even if she’d spent her whole life rubbing her clit, she’d never held and stroked something before.

Anyway.

Whether I liked it or not, the fact that Lee Hayoon wanted to do something for me was good news.

Even if it was a handjob—something I’d never particularly wanted.

Pretending to like it.

Pretending I’d wanted it.

By accepting Lee Hayoon’s offer,

I could toss out one thing I actually wanted.

“I appreciate the thought, but it’s unfair if I’m the only one receiving something from noona.”

“Huh…?”

“So.”

“…Eh……”

I pulled Lee Hayoon’s hand toward me until it touched my pants.

Then, carefully, I let my hand rest on her smooth thighs and said:

“…Should we do it for each other? You and me.”

“…….”

As if this were a fair trade.

Without mentioning who had the advantage.

While my fingers dug into the inner thighs Lee Hayoon had touched so much last night as she pleasured herself.

In a whisper.

Tick, tick. A light metallic sound, followed shortly after by

the pleasant noise of leather and fabric rubbing together reached my ears.

Clatter, clatter. The belt thrown to the floor echoed through the studio.

The sound of discarded pants settling.

The sound of underwear, struggling to contain my cock, dropping onto the pants with a thud.

The sound of me sitting comfortably beside Lee Hayoon.

The sound of Lee Hayoon—who’d been staring blankly at me—finally snapping out of it and blinking.

The hesitant sound of her uniform skirt being removed and folded at the head of the bed.

The wet, sticky sound of our tongues tangling as I grabbed Lee Hayoon’s chin and pulled her close—no resistance.

Quietly drumming against my eardrums.

“…What are you doing, noona.”

“Nngh… Phah… Huh? What do you mean, why…?”

“We agreed to do it for each other.”

“……Yeah.”

“Then why have you just been sitting there?”

“…Well, um…”

“…Is this your first time seeing a dick? You’ve probably seen a few with mosaics.”

“I-I’ve seen some, but…”

I kept pulling her hand back from her lower stomach, guiding it toward my stiff, blood-filled cock.

But after poking it tentatively with her fingertips, Lee Hayoon hesitated before letting her hand drop again.

As she licked my saliva from her lips, she asked:

“Is it… always like this…?”

“It’s usually a little smaller. Can’t exactly walk around like this all the time.”

“N-no, I mean… Do all guys… have this… size……?”

Glance. Her emerald-green eyes, reflecting the evening sunset, fixed intently on my cock.

With her small hands, she’d need both to even halfway grip it.

Even if she made a ring with her thumb and index finger, she’d never fully wrap around it.

…It’d be great for a sex partner,

but for a lover to pound into recklessly—it was downright monstrous.

Lee Hayoon’s conflicted gaze kept returning to it.

“You said you’ve seen some with mosaics, noona.”

“……Yeah.”

“How does it compare?”

“…….”

When I whispered the teasing question, Lee Hayoon’s throat bobbed.

If she’d hated the sight, she wouldn’t have looked at all.

If she’d been embarrassed, she would’ve covered her eyes, told me to put my clothes back on,

or whined that she couldn’t do it today.

But the fact that she kept staring like that, dazed before snapping back and turning away—

the hidden meaning was simpler than she thought.

“It’s… really big…”

It meant she was a little interested.

In the massive cock she’d probably never seen properly even through a screen.

In the chance to grip it with her own hands.

“W-won’t it hurt if I touch it…?”

“Why would it hurt?”

“…Huh? It doesn’t?”

“Then does it hurt when girls masturbate?”

“Not like that, but… this is full of blood, so…”

“…….”

“If it doesn’t hurt… I’ll… try…”

Lee Hayoon’s hand slowly reached toward me as she muttered.

Even though she’d been fleeing every time I pulled her earlier, now she seemed eager—like all that hesitation had been an act.

The soft fingertips brushing against my cock sent a thrill through me, but only for a moment.

Just like earlier, I wrapped my arm around Lee Hayoon’s waist.

Back then, her thick, baggy hoodie had dulled the sensation, but now—since I’d pushed her shirt up myself—my forearm only met the smooth skin of her bare stomach.

No words were spoken.

Instead, we started communicating with our bodies.

Lee Hayoon’s hand carefully gripped the base of my cock.

Then, as if realizing this wasn’t quite right, she switched from her whole hand to just two fingers, forming a ring to squeeze it tight.

Her small hands made it a little stifling, but I could handle this much.

It was better than it feeling too good right away.

In return, I slipped my hand into Lee Hayoon’s panties.

…Most villains I’d dealt with had some hair down there, so I hadn’t thought much of it.

But when my fingertips met smooth, bare skin, I swallowed hard.

Was she just not a very hairy person?

Or had she shaved?

If she’d used a razor, there’d be some stubble.

If she’d waxed, unless it was recent, there’d be some regrowth.

I wondered if Lee Jiyoon was like this too.

For a moment, I imagined her cold expression paired with a completely bare, snow-white sight—

Just then, Lee Hayoon started moving her fingers up and down.

From the swollen tip that caught on her fingers,

down the shaft lined with throbbing veins,

to the base where cum simmered.

Squelch, squelch.

“…D-does it feel good…?”

After just a few strokes, she asked with virgin-like curiosity.

So.

In return.

“Nngh…?”

“…….”

“W-wait. Woojin…?!?”

Ignoring Lee Hayoon’s frantic voice—

I slowly started moving the fingers I’d been exploring her panties with.

The way you touch yourself.

Where you like to be rubbed.

Where you like to be pressed.

The weaknesses you don’t even know yet.

I knew them all.

…While lightly biting Lee Hayoon’s overly sensitive ear.

“Ah—! Nngh…??”

Squelch, squelch.

Until the hand diligently stroking my cock froze in place.

“W-wait, Woojin, Woojin— Hahhk…?”

Until drool began dripping from Lee Hayoon’s bowed head.

“Ngh…? Nngh……?? Ah…?”

Until her thighs jerked, as if begging me to stop, as if this was too much, her hand gripping my wrist.

“I-I’m close, I’m close, Woojin……”

Until the sound of sticky fluids soaking the bed drowned out Lee Hayoon’s panicked moans.

I kept moving my fingers.

“……, ……?…?? ……♡…?”

Because the pleasure of having someone else do what you’d only done to yourself—

wasn’t something mere masturbation could compare to.