episode_0045

First relationship.

A word that is a bit embarrassing to say in detail.

It can be seen as a deepening process that confirms the affection a man and a woman have for each other.

Of course, there are gifted students who go through the advanced process first and build affection for them.

It seems like there have been too many of them recently to be called gifted…

Anyway, we are more like inferior students who only joined after confirming our feelings for each other for about two months.

okay.

We are underclassmen who started dating for the first time when we were 24 and 25 years old, respectively.

The inferior students who are left behind finally have someone they can understand each other’s feelings and become affectionate towards.

Still, I can confidently say that my mind is not inferior to that of other gifted students.

And relationships.

Of course, I also know roughly what it is like by watching videos of people over 19.

And isn’t that desire close to human instinct?

I know what to do and how to proceed.

However, the problem was that the common sense in my head was a little different from this world.

I did the temptation, but it naturally fell to the editor to take the lead.

It was a little disappointing.

I can’t go into detail, but to put it simply, I was completely screwed.

Apparently, I couldn’t resist my desire, so I tempted her, but the editor turned like a wild beast, took off all my clothes, and started caressing me.

Even every corner of the body.

She was clearly a virgin, so I was wondering where she learned such skills.

Anyway, my first relationship was rough and rough.

I only moved a little, but my stamina was exhausted, and all I could do was lie down on the bed and catch my breath.

Is this sex?

Do people do this hard work every day?

“Oppa. Please drink some water here.”

Editor, who moves around freely despite his intense activity.

It was really naughty walking around here and there with nothing on, but it’s hard to even think about it now.

“Ugh…my body aches…”

“Still, you sweat, so you should drink water. If you don’t drink it, you’ll be in big trouble.”

“Ugh…”

I took the 500ml bottle of water she offered me.

The lid was already open and the water was sloshing around inside.

Should I say it feels like I have a cold or something?

That feeling of being thirsty but not wanting to drink.

“Do you not want to drink it?”

“Umm…I want to lie down now.”

“Then I will feed you.”

“Yes?”

Are you giving me water?

I don’t think that’s a problem now.

I don’t think my tired body can accept the water itself.

Nevertheless, the editor grabbed the plastic bottle.

Then suddenly he started gulping it down.

Does feeding him mean he is a black knight?

I never thought water would be a black knight.

However, my imagination went astray.

“Why…why are you doing that? Open…Edit…Wooow….!”

What she is trying to do is not something like a black knight, but an action that can be said to be a kind of refueling.

With a lot of water in his mouth, he kissed my mouth and pushed it in.

The cold, icy liquid gulps down through my mouth and down my throat.

I could have squirted if I wanted to, but I held back because I couldn’t handle cleaning up after myself.

A lot of the water the editor had in his mouth disappeared in an instant.

Afterwards, it was none other than the editor’s tongue that filled my empty mouth.

Even after coveting it so much, there is still something to covet.

The editor laid me down on the bed and climbed on top of me.

And just like I inserted my tongue, I pushed it back in there again.

At that moment, a moan came out along with a pleasure that could not be expressed in words.

I can’t go into detail, but the body that was originally divided into two has merged into one.

Even if it was my first time, I ejaculated 3 times in one day and the 4th time…

“Open…Editor! If I keep doing this any longer, I’ll die!”

“It’s okay. My brother won’t die from something like this.”

Of course, you might not die!

Still, my head might get a huge shock, as if an electronic circuit had burned out.

*

“Hehe. I’m sorry.”

“You know that I’m sorry, right?”

“Hehe.”

The editor just laughs.

What is the truth…

I finished everything and was completely stretched out.

Even so, I couldn’t sleep without washing up, so the editor picked me up when I was exhausted and brought me to the bathtub.

Still, I think I’ll be able to live a bit after soaking in the hot water.

And the fluids attached to the body are gradually falling out…

….The problem is that it doesn’t fall naturally.

The editor is stroking my body and I am falling.

“The man’s body is soft to the touch. Especially here…”

“That…it tickles there!”

From earlier, I continue stroking the area around the groin area.

Inevitably, the most sensitive areas are also touched, so they become stimulated and remain up like a dragon.

“But it’s still soft.”

“If you keep doing that, I will touch you too.”

“Can I touch it? Like this…”

Then she pulled my hand and held it near her crotch.

Is this normal for women in this world…?

“Oppa. Since I took it first, I will take responsibility for it for the rest of my life.”

“Really?”

“You don’t think I’ll run away, do you?”

“I don’t think so…”

But isn’t it a bit of an old value to take responsibility for life once you’re in a relationship?

I think I have values that are rare among people these days.

Aren’t these values older than those of our parents’ generation?

It’s not that I don’t hate it, but I’m glad that they take responsibility for it.

Still, it feels strange.

Wouldn’t you know it if I, a man, was responsible for the woman, and the editor, a woman, was responsible for me?

“And when the baby comes…”

“Editor. I need to use birth control now…”

“Hehe.”

“Could you please speak properly instead of just smiling?”

I’ll have to check later if I’m using proper contraception…

I’m sorry for making you take medicine, but I don’t think anything good will happen if you have a child now.

***

The next morning.

The editor led me, who couldn’t get up, to finish checking out.

Even though she couldn’t walk properly because her lower body was numb, she walked around like nothing was wrong, saying she wanted to show off her womanly spirit.

The sight of his body shaking at the same time was truly shocking.

The man may feel physical pain, but isn’t the pain visible on the outside?

However, in the case of women, it is natural that the muscle called the hymen is torn, so it is really painful.

“Editor… Shall we just take another day off today?”

“Is that so? If you want to do that…”

Good to ask.

Although I finished checking out, I went back to the counter and asked if there were any vacancies.

Fortunately, since it was off-peak season, there seemed to be plenty of room available.

I immediately took out my card, paid, took the elevator and returned to my new room.

Yesterday it was a bit of a small room.

The bathtub was a bit narrow and uncomfortable, so I rented a large room this time.

“Would you like me to buy you some painkillers?”

“Ugh… Will it work…”

“It’s better than nothing.”

Painkillers sold in pharmacies these days.

So, the painkillers you take for headaches, toothaches, and menstrual cramps are better than you might think.

I heard it’s surprisingly effective?

I ate it when I was sick before and was surprised.

“Then lie down for a moment.”

I said I was going to go, so I took my wallet out of my bag and walked outside.

However, before I could go far, I turned my head when she called.

“Oppa… Can’t you just pat me on the head from the side instead of leaving?”

“There’s nothing that can’t be done…”

“Rather than medicine, I just want to be with my brother…”

She said it wouldn’t hurt too much if she lay down anyway and asked me to stay next to her.

It’s so adorable I think I’m dying.

I can’t do it.

Today I have to lie down and be with you all day.

I ended up going home a day late, but it didn’t matter because I had a lot of supplies anyway.

“Hehe.”

“Do you like it that much? I just kept smiling since a while ago.”

“Of course. Because you are mine now.”

“Then the editor is mine.”

Write…

It feels a little strange to call me editor.

It would be okay if I called you by your name instead of editor.

“Now, instead of calling me editor, can you call me Dahye?”

“Wow….How did you know.”

“I predicted that you would be thinking that way now.”

Can you say that you can predict that?

It seems like he is penetrating my heart as expected.

“Dahye.”

“Hehe.”

And is it good?

Well, you probably like it when your boyfriend calls you by your name.

“But if you call her Da-hye, it becomes difficult to be respectful, right?”

“You have to think about that on your own.”

“Then, should I just speak informally when it’s personal…”

Anyway, I’m a year older.

We’ll continue to be together in the future, but wouldn’t it be uncomfortable to keep using formal language?

“Then, when it’s just the two of us, I’ll speak informally.”

“It’s a bit strange because my brother speaks informally.”

“But Dahye, don’t you speak informally?”

“Because oppa is oppa.”

“Umm…”

It kind of felt like an old married couple.

On TV, don’t the elderly people respect one side and oppose the other?

Edit… No, if Da-hye wants to do it, let’s do it.

Because the day may come when I can change it someday, not now.