episode_0017

17

“Hng… Ngh…? Mmm……??”

My fingers slowly glide down, tracing the area around the clitoris hidden snugly inside her panties.

Teasingly close to Lee Hayoon’s clit, yet carefully avoiding direct contact.

After sliding down along the plush, soft curve, I spread the already slick mound with two fingers—drenched from just kisses alone.

Immediately, Hayoon’s hips tremble slightly before going slack, as if she’s settled into it.

It’s like she’s unsure about the unfamiliar touch of another person.

Or maybe she’s enjoying it.

Or maybe she’s even a little scared.

…Honestly, it’s a perfectly natural reaction.

But for someone as bubbly and talkative as her—who wouldn’t stop chattering even though we’d only just met—this reaction is surprisingly innocent.

“Hah…, hah…, ah…….”

Unlike her real erogenous zones, the parts she’d overstimulated herself were all concentrated at the front.

Namely, around the hymen.

I don’t know if she stopped there because she believed the hymen held some kind of value, or if she was just too scared to go further.

But it doesn’t matter.

Even if her hymen had already been torn, I wouldn’t have cared.

Villains who’d gone so crazy with masturbation that they tore their own hymens before ever having sex.

Villains who’d only ever stimulated themselves as deep as their own fingers could reach.

I’d seen plenty of those.

“Woojin, ah…. Can we, stop here…? Ngh………?!”

Hayoon presses herself against the wall as if trying to escape me.

I lightly bite her ear, pinning her down, and bring my fingers to her already soaked entrance.

…From the mound to the entrance.

And then, the clit.

All to thoroughly explore the tiny space—barely the length of a finger—exactly the way Hayoon likes it.

“Nn…. Hng…….”

Just the slightest pressure from my middle finger makes her hips jerk.

The tongue that had been kissing her moments ago now brushes against her earlobe, causing her petite shoulders to shiver.

Each of these small, involuntary reactions fuels my desire to conquer her, and my touch grows rougher.

She’s not a full-fledged hero yet.

No, she’s just a rookie—one whose name I’d never even heard before.

But the thrill of bringing a girl like that into my room and teaching her about men for the first time makes my heart race.

“…Turn your head. Hayoon.”

“Eh…, ngh, chuup…, tsch…….”

I release her ear, now obedient from the biting, and forcibly turn her head to kiss her as my fingers move.

I drop the polite speech I’d been using, calling her noona over and over.

Then, to keep Hayoon from thinking straight while being kissed, I press and flick my fingers against her entrance.

The shell-covered clit, already slick with arousal, brushes against my fingertips.

At the same time, Hayoon tenses, her tongue stiffening as she reaches a light climax.

Seizing the moment, I grip the back of her head near her ponytail and deepen the kiss.

Ignoring the thighs clamping around my wrist, I begin lightly pressing down on her clit with my middle and ring fingers.

…Then.

“…Hff… Woojin, ah….”

Hayoon twists her head away, breaking the kiss, and whispers urgently.

“What?”

“That… that spot….”

“That spot?”

“……I-It’s… embarrassing….”

What a weird thing to say.

You didn’t say a word when I pinned you to the bed last night and tangled tongues with you behind Lee Jiyoon’s back.

Or when I took off your bra after pushing you onto the mattress.

Or when I outright said I was going to fuck you and brought out a condom.

Or even when I slipped my hand into your pure white panties, already stained with your wetness.

You stayed silent the whole time.

So why now, of all times, are you telling me to stop because you’re embarrassed? Doesn’t that seem a little strange to you, Hayoon?

“How is it embarrassing?”

“……Ah… j-just, don’t touch it….”

I press and rub her already drenched clit as I ask.

Her stiffened nipples, now exposed after I’d just stripped her, are no different.

Still holding her in my arms, I squeeze the cherry-pink tips hard enough that it might even hurt.

Even though she’s too busy grabbing my wrist to stop me—having long since let go of my cock—

Squeeze. Press.

“Say it properly. You said it’s embarrassing. Where?”

“…You keep touching me there, how could I not be embarrassed, you idiot……!”

“Did I say something weird?”

“That’s not it…… You keep, touching…?!

“Where?”

“Ngh……, th-there…, hng…!!”

“Say it clearly. Where.”

“Where you’re, touching me r-right n—… ngh…! Hng…….”

The clit is convenient like this.

Even without delicate control, it can deliver pleasure.

Especially when she’s already this wet—peeling back the hood and rubbing it raw is enough to dominate her.

I mimic the way Hayoon would likely touch herself, and immediately, she gasps, hips lifting in surprise.

Covering her lips again, I relentlessly tease her clit.

Until the time she spends squirming in pleasure far outweighs the time she spends holding out.

Then, a small idea comes to mind.

A word Hayoon had been subtly fixated on this whole time.

Bringing it back to my lips, I rub her now fully stiffened clit with my fingertips.

“…Can’t say it because you’re my noona?”

“Hah…, hah…, haa…….”

“You’re supposed to lead. You want to lead. But instead, you’re being babied by me—that’s why you’re embarrassed, right?”

“Nn…, hng……. Hng….”

Whisper, whisper.

I press my voice into her burning red ears.

Making sure not to miss the obscenely wet sounds coming from inside her panties.

Making sure not to miss the blissful, lewd moans spilling from Hayoon’s lips.

Ignoring the thighs squeezing my wrist, begging me to stop,

I push my voice deeper.

And then—

“…Hayoon.”

“Hah…. Hah…?”

“Stick out your tongue.”

“……Ah…?”

I take another step forward.

To test just how far Hayoon will obey my commands.

But.

“…….”

“…….”

She doesn’t immediately surrender, wagging her tail and clinging to me.

Instead, she swallows once, then slowly—so slowly it’s barely noticeable—shakes her head in refusal.

…And that, too, feels good.

“You don’t want to?”

“…I-It’s not that I don’t… It’s just… perverted. Asking your junior to stick out her tongue so you can feed her your spit….”

Calling herself noona.

Calling herself my senior.

Just because she’s one year older.

She clings to her petty pride,

but that’s exactly what’s so fun.

There’s no satisfaction in training an obedient dog that follows every command.

Honestly, based on the Hayoon I’d seen until now, I thought she’d immediately start wagging her tail…

But the unexpected resistance she’s showing now brings a pleased smile to my lips.

Noona.

Senior.

Stimulating her with these words makes her resist, even if just a little, because of her pride.

Not that I know when that pride will come crumbling down.

“…Noona. Hayoon, my senior.”

“…You suddenly started dropping honorifics earlier, and now this. You’re the worst….”

“Do you know how to put this on?”

“Put it…? What…….”

Calling her noona again, I place the box of condoms I’d just brought on Hayoon’s lower stomach.

The large number 0.01 and the letters XXL printed beside it stand out prominently.

“…….”

Hayoon, who had been responding diligently just moments ago, suddenly falls silent, lips pressed together.

Pulling my hand out from her now thoroughly slick panties, I take her limp hand and firmly place the condom box in it.

She’d been lost in pleasure until now, but with the main event approaching, her mind seems to have gone blank.

People are so predictable.

“Open it. Noona.”

“…Open…? Ah, the packaging….”

I don’t plan to break her from the start.

Since I’ll save pounding her senseless for later, this much foreplay should be enough.

Hayoon, busy inspecting the condom like a child who’s found a beetle.

Pulling away from her, I grip her thighs and spread them wide.

At first, she resists slightly, as if embarrassed, but that doesn’t last long.

She must’ve realized there’s no point in blocking me when she’s the one who’ll miss out.

After all, Hayoon was the one who willingly entered my apartment—she must’ve been expecting something.

And that something couldn’t have been just kissing and foreplay.

“Should I take them off completely? Or just pull them to the side?”

“…M-My panties?”

“Yeah.”

“……Won’t it be uncomfortable if you just move them aside…? Then, just take them off….”

“Then lift your hips for me. Let me take them off.”

“Nn….”

Because she’s my noona.

I give her the right to choose.

Not that it matters what she picks—it’s a meaningless choice anyway.

But being treated like a noona would make her happy, right?

Gathering her stretched legs together, I hook my fingers under the panties hugging her hips and peel them off.

The sticky, wet panties stretch as I toss them carelessly onto the floor.

“…Noona. You still haven’t opened it?”

“Ah, ah…! Just a sec…. I was, looking at it…….”

“Looking? At what? Me taking off your panties?”

“…….”

Her eyelids flutter before she hesitantly nods.

For someone who wants to be treated like a noona, her reactions are pretty cute.

Fumbling with the condom box, too flustered to even open it properly, while blushing and admitting she was too busy watching me strip her.

…Maybe that’s why. My cock keeps getting impossibly hard.

But despite her earlier clumsiness, Hayoon quickly pulls out a condom.

The wrapper tears, and the smooth, apricot-colored condom slips into her hand.

“Th-This goes on your… dick, right…?”

“Yeah.”

“You hold the tip and unroll it….”

Judging by her muttering, she must’ve looked it up on her phone last night.

Well, whatever.

Her awkward attempts to act experienced are hot too.

I switch positions, moving closer to Hayoon’s face.

She flinches slightly at the sight of my fully erect cock but then carefully starts rolling the condom on.

“…….”

“…….”

Her focused expression is so cute that I unconsciously stroke her head.

It’s far from treating her like a noona, but Hayoon just glances up at me briefly before returning to her task.

Seems she doesn’t exactly hate it.

“…Now spread your thighs properly. Stop trying to cover yourself.”

“…….”

“Tell me if it hurts. I’ll go slow.”

“…….”

No verbal response.

Instead, Hayoon’s head bobs in a small nod.

…Based on her actions, she seems desperate to be treated like a noona.

But in reality, at best, she acts like we’re the same age.

Honestly, Lee Jiyoon—who always gave me cold, composed reactions—felt more like a noona than Hayoon does.

If I told Hayoon that, she’d probably be hurt.

Swallowing a dry laugh, I adjust the condom she’d clumsily put on before pressing the head against her tight entrance.

“…Ngh….”

“Does it hurt? Already?”

“N-No… not that… I’m just… nervous…….”

Only the tip has entered.

At this stage, I haven’t even torn her hymen yet.

It’s barely more than pressing the head against the entrance.

As much as I’d love to slam my cock deep into Hayoon’s sweet spot…

This is her first time.

No matter how sensitive she is, it’s bound to hurt right now.

As if bracing for the coming pain, Hayoon clutches a pillow tightly to her chest. I look down at her and ask—

“…Can you handle this?”

“Hah…. Hah… It hurts, but… I can manage….”

Hayoon, the hero who was always getting hurt, gives her permission.

“Ngh…! Hng…. Woojin, Woojin-ah… just, go shallow…….”

“…Like this?”

“Nn… right there, that’s… okay….”

Slowly.

As slowly as possible, I rock my hips,

easing open the walls of her pussy.

So Hayoon can enjoy this.

So she can take me deeper—past the entrance, all the way to the end.

So that by the time my cock is fully sheathed inside her,

after I’ve ruthlessly exploited every weakness she never knew she had,

she won’t even glance at another man.