episode_0027

27

For a brief moment, I glared at Seo Woojin, who was grinning slyly.

Letting out a tense sigh, I pulled out a condom from the fleece pouch that had been quietly cooling on the bed.

“Haa…”

What brand was it? What did it smell like? What was the material? What size was it?

I didn’t know any of that.

I had just grabbed two random condoms from the convenience store—placed conspicuously at the counter, probably to boost sales—and paid for them without a second thought.

…Ugh…

What if buying whatever condom I grabbed caused problems…?

At least it looked like it was made in Japan, but—what if it tore?

What if the size didn’t fit and we had to go raw?

…No way.

That wouldn’t happen, right?

It’s stretchy rubber, so it’ll fit no matter what, won’t it?

Rubber. Right? Or… not?

A-Anyway.

It’s fine. Stay calm.

Just do it like yesterday.

Tear open the wrapper, take out the condom, unroll it, and slide it onto that hideous rod. That’s it.

And then all I have to do is rock my hips a little on top, right?

Yesterday, I left everything to Woojin, so I couldn’t find my own rhythm, but…

Today’s different.

They say online that men reach their peak way faster than women.

If I’m the one moving instead of Woojin pounding into me like a beast, I can control the pleasure…

I won’t end up like yesterday—losing all sense of myself, completely at his mercy, coming over and over.

You’re dead.

“Did you buy that condom today?”

“……”

That shameless mouth of his, asking like he already knew everything, pissed me off, but I pressed my lips together and avoided answering.

Instead, I pulled out the slippery pink condom from its vitamin-like wrapper and lined it up with the tip of his cock.

After glancing at Woojin’s face to make sure I hadn’t put it on backward—

Just like yesterday, I pinched the tip of the condom and unrolled it down his length with some effort.

…I did fine yesterday, though.

Am I nervous? It’s not working as well today.

“…Seems a little small.”

“……”

When my fumbling fingers passed over the head—

Just as Woojin’s voice drilled into my ears, I could tell this condom was way tighter than yesterday’s.

So… do condoms have sizes? A question I’d never been taught in sex ed popped into my head, but—

Afraid of looking stupid, I pressed my lips together and avoided answering.

I-I just have to get it on somehow, right…?!

Besides, isn’t tighter actually safer?

If it slips off during sex and he cums inside, that’d be a disaster…

Yeah. This is better.

“See? It’s small. Noona.”

“……”

Woojin, lying comfortably on the bed, propped himself up slightly and spoke with a laugh in his voice.

Kneeling between his legs, I kept my gaze fixed downward and didn’t answer.

No—

I couldn’t.

Because, well…

The condom we used yesterday—

And all the condoms I’d seen in videos—definitely covered the entire shaft down to the base.

But this one was about 5 cm short.

So I couldn’t help but wonder… was this really okay?

“……”

Kneeling there, unable to answer, wasting time—

“…It’s fine.”

I muttered quietly and crawled on top of Woojin.

Condoms are just there to keep semen from going where it shouldn’t.

And semen… comes from the tip, right?

So it doesn’t have to cover everything.

It’s okay if it’s a little small.

Pornhub never said otherwise.

Sex ed never said otherwise.

The internet never said otherwise.

It’s fine.

Probably.

“Yeah?”

“……”

Woojin asked again, but I just nodded a couple of times and gripped the slippery cock in my hand.

Maybe because I shook my head too hard, the hair I’d tied up came loose and draped over the back of my neck.

On the quiet bed—

I felt like my nerves were choking me, but I couldn’t let it show.

Act calm, like a noona should.

Don’t fall apart like yesterday. Play the part well.

For the sake of my future happiness as a noona…!

Maybe thanks to the lubricant on the condom—

I squeezed the disgustingly thick, slippery cock in my tiny hand and pulled it toward me.

Then, for some reason—some completely inexplicable reason—I shoved my soaked panties aside with all my strength,

used my still-on school skirt to block Woojin’s smug line of sight, and—

Squelch, squelch.

Somehow, I managed to press it against my entrance.

Moving my hips back and forth.

Fiddling with Woojin’s cock back and forth.

Finding the right angle, plop… plop… so we could have nice, pleasurable se—

“Ngh—?!

…x…?

“Ugh…? Ahh…”

The moment I lowered my hips, an unbearable pressure swallowed me whole.

Because that thick, sticky thing I’d felt in my hand was now slowly wrecking my insides.

For 21 years, the only thing that had ever touched this place was the tip of my own finger.

But now, that memory was being trampled underfoot as—

Push, shove.

How the hell does something like this fit in such a tight space…?

The thought kept stabbing at my brain, but—

It went in.

Slowly.

Into my precious place.

Scraping the walls raw with its thick head, carving its way inside.

…I’m being violated.

No—technically, I’m the one violating him.

I know that.

But for some reason, it feels like I’m the one being violated by Woojin lying beneath me.

Last night, pinned under Woojin, kissed and pounded into—

That memory kept resurfacing,

leaving my poor lower lip increasingly pale from how hard I was biting it.

“You okay?”

“……”

I nodded vigorously, my head still bowed.

Because Woojin’s voice, asking if I was okay, was full of laughter.

“Mmm. You look like you’re struggling.”

“……”

I shook my head vigorously, my head still bowed.

Because Woojin’s voice, offering to help, was full of laughter.

You… you’re not seeing me as a noona again…

Like some bratty little sister talking back to her oppa…

Calling you oppa when we first met was just a joke, okay?

Idiot…?

“If it’s too much, just say so. I’ll move instead.”

“I’m… fine……”

If you move, my whole plan falls apart.

Swallowing the urge to snap at him, I moved my hips.

…Beside Woojin.

As my kneeling thighs gradually sank lower,

my soaked insides—

were stuffed full.

The condom I’d bought under the convenience store clerk’s gaze for the first time in my life.

The crown prince’s cock, trapped inside, squirming uncomfortably.

Filling me.

And—

“Hahh…. Hahh……”

…the fantasy I’d nurtured since middle school—

was also fulfilled.

“…Noona.”

“…Wh… what…”

“We don’t have that much time.”

“…I… I know……”

From eavesdropping on my friends in relationships, I’d heard that the thing dangling between a guy’s legs was about the length of a cell phone at most.

But if you had sex with a guy packing something as huge as the ones in the porn I used to watch—

How would it feel?

That was my fantasy.

……But, well…

The bigger the dick, the more… the girl ended up looking like a slave in those videos.

But that part—

I wasn’t…

particularly interested in…

……

…that.

Yeah.

When Ji-yoon found my un-deleted browser history once, she asked, “Noona, you’re into that?” and I spent a whole week desperately explaining myself.

Until she finally said, “Well, you do seem like the type who’d prefer being the one getting eaten.”

And then asked, “It was just a joke, why’d you explain so seriously?”

“Hah…. Hah……. Ahh…”

At this point, it’s almost all in, right?

I think I felt like this last night when we had sex.

Still gripping the base of Woojin’s cock, I thought that.

It took a few more seconds to realize how stupid that assumption was.

Sss…

If I take the rest of it, it’ll really reach past my navel…

Last night, when Woojin fucked me like an animal, it felt so good my mind went blank—but today, it just hurts…

Gulp, hahh— Dribbling saliva I hadn’t swallowed, I lowered my hips a little more.

Deeper inside.

To truly accept a male.

“Ngh—? Ah……?”

…The moment it felt like my precious place was being crushed by his cock—

Only then did the hand gripping his cock finally touch my pussy.

My soaked, dripping pussy—even though I hadn’t touched it.

If it only just reached me now—

That means I still have to take another hand’s length…

As much as Woojin thrust into me last night…

But if I try to take that much myself—

I might actually die…

“J-Just a sec…”

“Should we stop?”

“No, just… wait……”

If I can just get used to it, I’ll manage somehow.

Shuddering at the foreign sensation deep inside me—

Feeling like I couldn’t take any more, I pulled out slightly with a shaky motion—

And let my drool drip shamelessly onto Woojin’s body beneath my lowered head.

Pathetically.

Un-noona-like.

Running away.

“Hahh, hah…. Ngh—”

“……”

Even though I’d pulled out almost all of the 80% I’d taken, Woojin just stared silently at my pathetic state.

Bastard.

He’s probably enjoying the sight of me struggling like this.

I wanted to look much more composed while having sex.

Smirking confidently, moving my hips, milking him dry—

That kind of image.

Like this, forget taking control—I’ll just get treated even more like a pet than yesterday.

Maybe… maybe…

Like those noona’s in porn, completely conquered by men—

My hair yanked like a leash—

Pounded from behind, thud, slam—

Until I can’t breathe—

…No.

I’m the older one here.

Getting dominated by someone younger, not even my own age—

That’s just… perverted…

It’s all just sex anyway.

You just… stick it in, thrust a few times, and feel good, right?

Last night, pinned under Woojin, fucked like an animal—

Right now, riding him, trembling as I move my hips—

The only difference is the speed.

So if I just move a little faster…

“Ngh—! Hahh……. Ah…”

But lifting my hips to escape the pleasure only lasted a moment.

Biting my lower lip, I started moving my hips anyway.

Squelch, squelch— The lewd sounds overflowed as I squirmed in the slick, soaked heat.

Even my spread thighs were dripping with sticky arousal, so the state of Woojin’s lower stomach and cock was obvious without looking.

A complete mess.

Imagining the scene hidden under my school skirt, I pressed my hips down harder.

…Before moving faster, I had to get used to this foreign feeling.

“Ngh…! Hah……. …Ah…”

But it wasn’t working.

What I wanted was to look like a proper noona—kissing him while riding him, rocking my hips with confidence.

Instead, I couldn’t even take him fully, trembling as I smeared my wetness all over Woojin’s body.

No matter how many times I tried, the result was the same.

Pulling out with shaky moans, dripping arousal everywhere—

Shuddering before I could even take him to the base—

Waving the white flag in surrender and running away.

……Me, who wants to be treated like a noona by Woojin—can I really be like this?

At this rate, I’ll just spend the whole hour trembling pathetically on top of him.

So what… what should I do…?

“Noona.”

“…Yeah?”

“I told you. We don’t have time.”

“…Wh-why’s that…”

Woojin sat up slightly as he spoke.

I shoved at his chest, begging him to stay lying down, but when he mentioned time, I glanced at the clock in the corner of the infirmary.

…30 minutes had passed.

All we’d done was some foreplay, put on a condom, and barely inserted it.

“Wh-when did that much time…”

This ruins my plan.

I’d wanted to wash up at least a little before practice so I wouldn’t smell too obvious—

“So.”

“Eek…?”

……But.

When I came to, my body was tilting sideways.

As if my shoving at Woojin’s chest meant nothing. Tipping—

Sideways.

Unable to put up even a feeble resistance, I toppled over—

“…Let’s finish quickly. For now.”

“……”

Thud.

Laid flat on the bed.

In an un-noona-like position.

One that made it easy to be devoured.

A shameful pose.