episode_0018

18

“…Nngh. Ah… Mm… Nngh…”

Not even to the root, not even halfway— just barely past the tip, about two knuckles deep, I slowly rocked my hips.

Gently. Carefully.

So that Lee Hayoon, who was experiencing a man for the first time, could gradually get used to it.

Gently.

But even so, every now and then…

“Haa… Ah—?!”

—I went a little deeper.

I couldn’t just keep playing around forever, so I pushed in further, just enough that Hayoon’s expression didn’t twist in pain.

My cock, sheathed in a condom to reassure her.

With it, I pressed firmly into Hayoon’s tense inner walls, then slowly pulled back out.

…If she had shown any sign of pain, I would’ve taken it even slower.

But as I watched her cling to the pillow without resistance each time I pushed in, my head grew hot.

At this rate, wouldn’t she start enjoying it if I just slammed all the way in?

Her sensitive spots were all concentrated there anyway. Did I really need to be this gentle?

Swallowing down the desire clawing at my brain in the heat of the moment, I leisurely pulled my cock out.

The traces of her virgin blood from earlier had already faded, leaving only a thick, sticky coat of her arousal smeared over the condom.

So much that it stretched in viscous strings as I withdrew.

“Hayoon.”

“…Mm.”

“Stop hugging the pillow so tight. I can’t see your face.”

“My… face? Why do you need to see it, you pervert…”

“…Because I’m a pervert.”

“……”

Countless retorts flashed through my mind, but Hayoon wasn’t wrong.

Because I was a pervert.

Ever since I was young, I’d wanted—

—to secretly bring home a hero like Hayoon, the kind people admired, fuck her senseless,

then set her back in front of her oblivious fans like nothing had happened.

…Like some kind of secret idol romance.

“…I-Is this enough…?”

After hesitating for a moment, Hayoon loosened her grip on the pillow just enough to peek out.

Her eyes—the same deep jade green as Lee Jiyoon’s—met mine.

“Much better. Before, it felt more like you were masturbating than having sex.”

“W-Why do you have to say it like that…?!”

“Because you keep dodging the conversation.”

“I wasn’t dod— Nngh…?!”

She wasn’t as relaxed as when I’d kissed her earlier.

But even as I pushed in and out, just two knuckles deep, she only winced slightly, gazing up at me with damp eyes.

Seemed like she wasn’t entirely uncomfortable.

It feels better than I expected.

But deeper still scares me.

That’s the gist of it.

When I dragged my cock along the same spot I’d pressed into earlier, Hayoon stared blankly for about three seconds before squeezing her eyes shut.

As I wiped away the sweat dripping down, I pushed in deeper than before, and she immediately hugged the pillow tight, turning her head away.

“……, …! T-There… feels weird…”

“You’re dodging again. The moment you started strangling my pillow.”

“N-No, it’s just… strange…”

Ignoring Hayoon’s squirming hips, I gripped her waist and rubbed the tip of my cock against her inner walls, each fold clinging tightly.

About halfway in.

Any other man could’ve reached this far easily,

but since she had to have some sensitivity there…

…Well, it was all for the sake of comparison.

To show her there was a place she’d like far more than this shallow spot,

I deliberately pushed her to the edge—

—then pulled out all at once.

So suddenly that Hayoon, who’d just been squeezing her eyes shut and whimpering, jolted and arched her back for the first time.

All at once.

“Hahk…! Hahk…? W-Wha… Why…”

“Thought I was gonna cum.”

“C-Cum…? Oh, you mean… Mm…”

Cum? If anything, I was dying from frustration—but I lied and rubbed the tip against her soaked entrance again.

Her hole, twitching so much it was hard to believe she’d been a virgin just moments ago, was forced open as I quickly pushed back in, this time up to where the condom was frosted with her slick.

Unlike before, where I’d been considerate of her adjusting to the foreign sensation, now it at least looked like proper sex.

Schlick. Schlick.

Hayoon, who’d been panting with her lips slightly parted, finally managed a whisper.

“…Sex… feels good…”

“…Yeah?”

“I-It was scary at first… but it’s better than I thought…”

“Glad to hear it.”

“My friends always said… it wasn’t as good as they expected…”

“They talk about that?”

“The ones with boyfriends… When we chat…?!?”

Humoring her with half-hearted responses, I pushed in a little deeper each time.

Forcing open her inexperienced walls, waiting until her trembling subsided before pulling out.

When Hayoon’s heavy breathing made the pillow pressed to her chest rise and fall, I shoved back in, just a bit deeper than before.

…Watching as a fresh layer of slick coated the already wet condom.

Deeper.

“Haa… Hahk… Nngh…”

Little by little, Hayoon turned her head to the side, breathing heavily as she grew accustomed to my cock.

Suppressing the urge to pin her thighs down and fuck her senseless, I kept up the conversation.

“Now you can talk instead of just listening, right? Hayoon.”

“…W-Well, actually… I lied about having experience…”

“……?”

“E-Everyone thought I had a boyfriend… so I said I lost my virginity in my first year of high school… Gave relationship advice… Agreed when they said sex wasn’t that great… Stuff like that…”

“……”

“But now… I’ll have to say… it was good… Especially when you… go all the way in…”

Mumbling shyly, Hayoon pulled the pillow back over her face.

Though in reality, a few knuckles’ length still remained before I was fully sheathed.

But for someone who’d just lost her virginity, it was deep enough to mistake.

Plus, our thighs were still touching, and the pillow blocked her view anyway.

There were villains like that sometimes.

Women who’d barely taken half and swore the cervix stimulation felt amazing—only to realize within ten minutes what that crushing sensation really was…

“……”

But somehow,

the way she—

—who’d only ever known fingers until now,

was spouting vulgar words and deluding herself,

…was disgustingly hot.

While Hayoon hid her flushed face, I adjusted our position.

“Nngh… Ugh…”

Lifting her hips from where she’d been lying flat,

I gripped her waist tightly with the hand that had been bracing against the bed.

The change in angle made her clench around me as she teetered on the edge.

Seizing the moment—

“Hih…?!”

—I gave her what she wanted.

All the way to the root.

To the part of my cock still untouched by her slick.

Dragging through her tight, unyielding walls with rough thrusts.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Right against the cluster of her sensitive spots.

“Ugh…? Nngh…?! Nn…!”

I pulled out just as fast, watching her hips tremble.

Letting her arousal drip onto her lower stomach.

Letting her lewd moans seep from behind the pillow.

Letting my cock harden even more.

Satisfied.

“Hayoon.”

“Haa… Ha…?”

“Answer me.”

“…M-Mm…”

“Changed your mind yet?”

“About… what…?”

“Does it feel good when I go all the way in?”

“……”

The pillow Hayoon had been clutching since earlier.

The edge of her ear, still flushed red, barely visible beside it.

No answer came.

So—

I fucked into her again.

Harder this time.

As if unleashing even a fraction of what I’d held back.

Gripping her hips like handles as they clenched around me.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sound of her cervix being pounded loud enough to hear through the walls.

Schlick. Schlick.

The sound of her lower stomach and ass pulling away, trailing sticky strings.

The sound of her moans tearing from behind the pillow.

I buried myself to the hilt.

“Hahk…! Hah…! Haaah…!”

Whether panic had given way to pleasure, Hayoon’s climaxes came faster with each thrust.

Yet still, she refused to answer.

“Hayoon.”

“W-Why… Nngh… Haaa…”

“Why won’t you answer properly?”

“I did… Y-You’re the one who… Nngh…”

“I asked if it feels good when I go all the way in.”

Most women’s sensitive spots are concentrated near the entrance.

Not that some don’t have them deeper, but even they usually prefer stimulation at the front.

But Hayoon—

—strangely, hers were clustered near her cervix and clit.

If she’d lost her virginity to some random guy instead of me,

she might’ve ended up thinking the same as her friends.

…Come to think of it,

were those “boyfriend-having” friends the type who couldn’t feel much from shallow thrusts either?

Shoving the thought aside, I gripped her hips and fucked into her relentlessly.

“Lee Hayoon.”

“Nngh…! Hih…! Ah—?! Ah…?!”

“Not gonna answer?”

“Hahk…”

By now, the sun had fully set, leaving the room dark.

But the obscene sounds of our bodies slapping together,

the lewd voice spilling from behind the pillow,

the sticky slick splattered across us from Hayoon’s occasional squirts—

I could feel it all, even without light.

“I did… answer…”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I did…!”

Any pretense of “be gentle, it’s Hayoon’s first time” had long since shattered.

Letting go of her hips, I pinned her thighs down instead and drove into her from above.

The creaking of the bed grew louder.

The wet, slapping sounds. Hayoon’s voice, hoarse from screaming. All louder.

At this point, the neighbors could probably hear everything if they pressed their ears to the wall.

That thought in mind, I buried myself deep inside her.

“…Then answer me now.”

“Hahk… Hah… I am… answering…”

So I can fill you up whenever I want.

“Can’t hear you. Again.”

“Not with… my voice… Nngh… My body’s… answering…”

So you’ll never even glance at another man.

“If it felt… bad… Nngh… I wouldn’t… have let you fuck me… Dumbass…”

Tossing aside the sweat-soaked pillow hiding her face,

I forced my saliva into her mouth like I’d done with Lee Jiyoon, kissing her deeply—

“……, …?! ……♡…. ……! ….”

—then unleashed everything I’d held back.

Squelch. Splurt. Gush.

A reckless amount, enough to worry the condom might break.

All the way inside her.

“…Hah…! Hahk…! Hah…!”

“Hah…”

When I pulled away, Hayoon collapsed, gasping for air.

As I withdrew, the condom—now filled with white—slid out carefully.

That’s one.

Seven left.

And dozens more where those came from.

Considering it was Hayoon’s first time, two or three rounds might be her limit.

Tying off the condom and tossing it onto her thigh made her twitch.

After stepping away to chug some water, I tore open another wrapper.

Hearing the sound, Hayoon—still catching her breath—lifted her head slightly to look at me.

“……”

Then,

silently,

ever so silently,

she lay back down, turned her head to the side, and spread her thighs.

…Holding her glistening entrance open with two fingers.

Letting her slick soak into the sheets.

Quietly.