episode_0058

…It’s just sex practice.

“You still okay?” “…Uh, well…”

My sister’s boyfriend’s cock, slick with a condom, pushes insistently into me.

It’s just sex practice.

“If it hurts too much, tell me. I’ll pull out.” “…Okay.” “Though judging by how wet you are…” “…Shut, up…” “…Right.” “……”

From behind me, sprawled face-down on the bed, my sister’s boyfriend chuckles like he finds me cute, kneading my ass before pressing the head of his cock against my hymen.

It’s just sex practice.

“W-Woojin… Wait, there…” “Why? The head’s not even all the way in yet, Jiyoon.” “You said to tell you if it hurts…! Fuck…” “…It already hurts?” “That’s why, just wait a second…”

The thought—Should we really be doing this behind my sister’s back?—makes me whimper for him to stop, even though it doesn’t hurt at all. …But since it’s just “condom sex,” I—

“…Hey.” “Yeah.” “This… is just practice, right? You know that?” “……” “…Answer me. Quick.” “…Yeah. Practice. I know.” “Then… just… put it in. That thing.”

Burying my face in the pillow, shamelessly arching my hips high, as Seo Woojin’s large hands stroke my waist, …completely uncensored… his enormous cock begins sliding smoothly inside me.

It’s just sex practice.

“Ah… Ngh… Hey, wait, wait…” “…What now?” “It hurts, you bastard…! If you were gonna be like this, you shouldn’t have told me to speak up when it hurts…!” “That bad?” “Of course it hur—…”

Truthfully, it didn’t hurt that much. Truthfully, the sheer size of him overshadowed the pain. But that’s exactly why I lied and said it hurt, though a belated worry flickers—Can he tell I’m faking?

“…It does hurt… but I’ll try to bear with it…” “……” “…Unnie likes rape play, after all.” “……”

Mumbling nonsense, I clutch the pillow reeking of my sister’s shampoo— no, my shampoo.

“Ngh… Hic…”

And just like that, his cock sinks deep, so deep that the thought—Is he touching my cervix?—flashes through my mind at least five times.

By the time our thighs press together, a pleasure unlike anything I’ve felt from masturbating floods my blank mind with question marks.

Sex practice…

“…Is it okay if I go this deep, Jiyoon?” “…Huh…? Hah…?”

…This is sex. This…

58

With my throbbing cock sheathed in a condom, I slowly stain Lee Jiyoon’s first time entirely with me.

I was the first male friend to play games with her. The first male friend she brought home. The first man to give her a smart massage. The first man to give her a blowjob. The first man to defile her stomach with cum.

And now, the first man to bury his cock to the hilt inside Lee Jiyoon’s pussy.

Years from now, your perverted fans will never know— the guy who popped your cherry. Me.

The obsessive freaks who stalk your past might entertain delusions like: Since Jiyoon barely had friends in middle school, maybe she’s a virgin, unlike those other slutty heroes…

…What do I do? This girl, behind her sister’s back, under the pretense of “sex practice,” is having condom sex with her sister’s boyfriend.

…Idiots.

The rush of conquest is dizzying. Breathing out a satisfied sigh, I feign concern.

“…You okay, Jiyoon?” “…Huh…? Hah…?”

She’ll be fine. No need to worry. Jiyoon’s erogenous zones are identical to her sister’s.

Girls who shouldn’t be fucked like this wouldn’t be lying here, dripping slick, mouth shut. They’d be whining about the pain, begging me to pull out.

But the Jiyoon before me, not even a minute after losing her virginity, lets the head of my cock grind against her cervix without resistance, just leaking arousal in bliss.

…I really want to torment her.

“Too hurt to even answer?” “…N-No, it’s not that…” “Guess so. You kept saying it hurt earlier.” “Th-That’s…”

Ignoring her gasps, I slowly pull out, dragging my cock along her tight walls until—

Pop.

“Haah…” “……! …!”

Once the head slips free, her gaping pussy, stretched to my girth, clenches desperately on nothing.

But having been a virgin mere minutes ago, it soon starts closing back to its original shape.

Watching this, I ask: “…This much is okay?” “Ngh… Hic…”

I press just the head back in, plus a fingernail’s width deeper, before repeating: “Jiyoon. I asked if you’re okay.” “I-I’m… okay…” “Then I’ll only go this far.” “……”

I know exactly what she likes. So I tease her, until—

“…H-Hey. Seo Woojin.” “What?”

Jiyoon, who’d been muffling her moans into the pillow, turns her head slightly to speak.

“…If you want to put it in more… you can go a little deeper…”

Too embarrassed to say “Fuck me deeper,” she settles for this transparent “permission.”

But what now? I want to hear her beg for my cock to the hilt.

“Nah. You kept saying it hurt earlier.” “…I-I’m fine, you idiot…” “No need to force yourself if it hurts.” “……”

Like an idiot offered a feast but refusing to eat, I push in slowly, reading the plea hidden behind her words.

Once half my length is inside, her hips jerk in delight, so I pull back without hesitation.

When she glances back, pouting, I thrust in. When her gasps of pleasure reach me, I pull out.

…Like that.

I meant to torment her until she broke and confessed.

“……” “……”

But barely 30 seconds in, her face—usually so expressionless at the café it felt cold— twists into a teary, resentful glare, just because I didn’t fuck her all the way.

“Ngh…! …?! …!”

So I reward her, pounding deep three, four times, until Jiyoon, too overwhelmed to even moan properly, squirts onto the sheets with a squelch, squelch.

…Less “sex practice,” more “mating practice.”

Deep, rough, messy, until her body trembles.

Thrust. Slap.

Then, “…Is this okay?”

Like an idiot, mimicking her earlier words, I pull my slick cock out and ask.

“Doesn’t look like you’re okay, Jiyoon.” “I-I’m… fine…” “…… Let’s at least put a blanket under you. If you say you spilled something, Hayun won’t notice when we wash it.” “Nn… Okay…” “She’ll assume you messed up laundry anyway, since you never do housework.” “…Shut up…”

Even as I grind my cock against her clit, I keep talking, though my mind feels like it’s short-circuiting.

…I need to keep acting. Play the kind “sister’s boyfriend.” Can’t let Jiyoon go until she’s completely ruined.

But after seeing that resentful look, “kind boyfriend,” “honest answers,” none of it matters.

I just want to slam my hips against her ass until she’s dying of shame.

Exhaling a heated breath, I press the head back inside and say:

“…Jiyoon.” “Nn… I’m okay with practicing like before… Since I’m playing Unnie’s role, the rape pl—” “Jiyoon.” “…Huh…?” “You said it’s sex practice, right?” “…Yeah. Sex… practice.” “Then it’s fine, isn’t it?” “……?”

I take the phone she’d just held out to me and place it beside her head.

Had she disabled the auto-lock? The screen still displays her mundane chat with Hayun— and the typo-ridden “I’ll kill you if you take the condom off.”

All of it.

“Hayun’s probably at her convenience store shift now.” “……” “Want to practice while calling your sister?” “……”

Jiyoon stays silent, lips pressed tight. Then, carefully, she starts typing.

What she sends back: [Are you insane?]

A safe, explainable insult, nothing like the words she’d just deleted.

“Why? It’s just practice.” “…The noise, idiot…!”

…I’d hoped she’d crumble if I fucked her while calling Hayun. Guess she’s not that far gone yet.

Fine. Next time, then.

I turn off the screen and toss the phone aside. “I’ll keep quiet.” “Not that kind of noise…! I mean, the other…” “…This kind?” “……! Ngh…!”

Creak, creak, creak.

Abandoning restraint, I fuck her to the hilt, pounding hard until her shoulders jerk.

Her moans are nearly inaudible— the lewd slap of skin against skin drowns them out.

Her ass, beautifully contorting with each thrust, makes me want to film it.

Holding back the cum building at my base, I grip her ass and ask:

“Then, want to do it with him instead of your sister?” “…H-Him? Who…?” “That creep who kept flirting with you in-game. The one who looks like me.” “……” “It’s not anything weird. Just sex practice.” “……” “Or can’t you?” “……” “…If you make noise, I’ll hang up immediately.” “…Fine.”