007. Opportunity (8)
‘Haa... damn...’
Shin Na-young’s heart felt like it was about to burst with anticipation. Im Seong-u towered over her, his height far surpassing hers. If they were boxers, she’d be featherweight and he’d be heavyweight. She’d always known there was a size difference, but she hadn’t realized it was this stark.
Unbeknownst to herself, she kept teasing him, stoking his fire bit by bit.
‘I... I said it all.’
And just as she’d hoped, his cock down below was raging hard, throbbing fiercely. Shin Na-young wasn’t the type to feel much shame. Instead of embarrassment, she was used to bluntly spilling her desires to her partner. So she’d laid it all bare.
—I... thought of you while—
—...—
—Haa... masturbating... a lot...
Looking back, that was one of the most humiliating things a woman could say.
‘Was I... too honest?’
The fact that she’d masturbated until dawn fantasizing about him. The moment she confessed it, Na-young’s heart pounded wildly. Her mind filled with scorching excitement, on the verge of exploding. Then it hit her.
‘Haa... I’m such a pervert...’
Na-young felt a twinge of regret. Confessing something like that might make Im Seong-u see her as a cheap, twisted slut. But fortunately, he wasn’t the gentle type.
‘Thank goodness.’
She wouldn’t need to spell it all out for him. He wouldn’t stop even if she begged him to, no matter how much she pleaded. That terrified her—but it thrilled her too. Her heart raced with fear, mingled with a strange anticipation.
Shin Na-young looked up at Im Seong-u. She hit the gym every evening, but tonight’s “workout” was going to be intense. She’d sweat buckets, claw at the bedsheets, scream until her voice gave out—and it still wouldn’t end.
‘They say the first time hurts...’
But for some reason, she didn’t want to run. Was it because she was used to pain from all her training? Or had she always craved a moment like this?
His muscular frame looked at least 30kg heavier than hers. Her childhood friend—the one she loved—had transformed into this beast, and she was moments away from being pounded mercilessly beneath him. The thought alone made it hard to stay sane.
‘I’m... doing this...’
His cock—at least 17cm long—was rock-hard, veins bulging, glistening with arousal. Shin Na-young swallowed hard as she stared at it.
Im Seong-u spoke to her. “Hey.”
“...Ngh... yeah.”
She barely held back the urge to use formal speech. His low, commanding tone sent shivers through her.
“What’d you say earlier?”
He slid his fingers to her pussy, rubbing her messily, sending a pleasure she’d never felt from masturbation racing up her spine.
“Haa... ngh!”
It pierced her like an awl. Her lower body twitched as she looked up at his face.
“...Choke me while you fuck me? Make it so I can’t resist?”
“...Yes.”
She blurted it out in the end. The fear from his massive build hit its peak—and he was the man she loved. The contrast drove her wild.
“...Then beg for it.”
Her dark desires surged. Her face burned like fire. Her pussy was already soaked, aching to be filled.
Shin Na-young parted her wet lips, gazing at him with hazy eyes.
...
There were two situations no man could endure. First: betting a million won on a midfield shot with friends. Second: your pretty childhood friend straddling your thighs naked, grinding her hips, then confessing, “I’ve fantasized about you forcing yourself on me.”
A strange fire ignited in his chest. The woman before him was beautiful. His childhood friend. Ten years of knowing her. Shin Na-young.
She lay on the white bed now, her neat bob disheveled, eyes half-lidded as she stared at him.
“Agh...!”
He pinned her down and grabbed her breasts, kneading them with an intensity she couldn’t withstand.
“Kyaaah...!”
A woman’s breasts were sensitive organs for nursing. Roughly twisting them distorted her expression. Did she have a higher pain threshold than Han Yu-ra? Shin Na-young bit her lip, stifling small moans, enduring it well.
“...”
No—she seemed to love it. Her eyes glazed over completely, drool leaking from her parted lips.
He slowly covered her body with his. Her pretty abs formed a perfect ten-pack. Below, her plump, swollen pussy had already soaked the sheets. He pressed the tip of his rigid cock against her precious entrance.
“Hey.”
“... Ngh... yeah.”
“What’d you say earlier?”
Her tiny, twitching hole leaked juices greedily, as if begging to get pregnant. He wanted to thrust in right away but held back, teasing her soft, pink entrance with just the tip of his glans.
“Haa... hnnngh...”
Shin Na-young trembled all over, loving it honestly.
You’re a total perv too.
But since she’d always claimed no dating experience, he decided to be a bit considerate.
“...Choke me while you fuck me? Make it so I can’t resist?”
“...Yes.”
She murmured it while staring hungrily at his cock. Her cheeks flushed red, lashes quivering. Her face was soaked in deep fear and lewd anticipation.
“...Then beg for it.”
She gripped the bedsheets with both hands, slowly parting her pink lips.
“Haa... Oppa...”
“...”
That word alone was enough. Her shapely breasts—flushed pink from his rough handling—jiggled. The pink nipples stood erect.
“It’s my first time, but... still...”
“...”
“Make it hurt... don’t hold back...”
She bit the edge of her lip with her molars. Did she doubt she could handle her own words? Her eyes trembled with fear, contradicting her plea. But her pussy drooled shamelessly, begging for it—no mercy seemed right.
“Even if I say no... don’t stop...”
He couldn’t hold back anymore. Spreading her thighs wide, he thrust his cock in to the hilt in one go.
“Heek...”
Shin Na-young’s hips bucked and shuddered. Instinctive resistance, pushing him away. Something blocked the tip of his glans, but the resistance vanished quickly. He moved slowly, adjusting to the sensation.
Where Han Yu-ra’s insides were soft and enveloping, hers were tight and gripping. He felt every wrinkle of her soaked pussy twitching around him.
“Res... ha, haa... hngh...”
“You said it yourself. Don’t stop, no matter what.”
“W-wait, Seong-u, I—hyaaah!”
It was her first time, sure—but she’d begged him not to stop. A little terror seemed fitting. He started moving, whispering in her ear.
“You didn’t say to go easy. Right?”
“Ha, ah, haa... hngh...!”
A tear rolled from the corner of Shin Na-young’s eye. He gripped her twitching lower belly, pulling his cock out fully before sliding it back in agonizingly slow.
“Nnngh... ♥”
Her eyes unfocused, she gasped roughly. Just the insertion had her drenched in sweat, her body desperately enduring the overwhelming sensations.
“Shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Sorry... hngh, Oppa... it’s too big... hngh...”
Too much sensation? She trembled uncontrollably from penetration alone. Her thighs slick with her own juices, he pinned her down with his weight, thrusting as deep as possible.
“Ngh... hnnngk...”
*Squelch, squish...*
Her sticky fluids flowed out, soaking her ass.
“Haa, haa... haa...”
Even fully in, length remained. He pressed gently on her throat, pushing deeper.
“Nnngh...”
Even choked, she didn’t grab his arm—just tore at the sheets, enduring.
*Squeeze.* His iron-hard cocktip pressed firmly against her cervix. Shin Na-young grimaced like she was dying.
“Haa... haa... Oppa... I think... you can move now...”
Did she sense his mercy? As he eased the choke, she gazed at him lovingly. Smudged cheap mascara streaked her teary eyes, and oddly, her lips curved in a slight smile.
No more mercy, then.
“Agh, ngh...”
Using his weight, he forced into her tight, narrow pussy. He yanked her pelvis up forcibly. Piledriver. Mating press. The position to thrust from above and flood her womb with cum.
Gripping her ass upward like a sex toy, he slammed down.
“Agh, hngh... hnnngh, I’m dying, gonna die...”
*Thud, thud, thud.* Her plump, pink pussy spread sideways with each stab, squirting lewd fluids. Back to the bed, ass up—her expression was fully exposed. Shin Na-young cried but enjoyed it.
“Hngh, haa, aaaaah, hnnk, good, so good... ♥ Haa, yes...”
“Haa... fuck. Feels so damn good.”
“Thank... haa... thank you... ngh... Master...”
He’d never permitted “Master,” yet she went formal. She was so lovable—he showed his affection.
“Shut up.”
“Nngh, sor, sorry... mmph...”
Both hands on her throat. He squeezed with his weight. Instinctively, she gulped air and held her breath adeptly.
5 seconds...
Even suddenly choked, she could handle five. Beyond ten risked blackout, so he was careful. Squeezing softly beside her windpipe, he blocked her air and pounded her pussy mercilessly.
*Thud, thud! Thud!* Squelching sounds filled the air. Each choke made her pussy clench tighter.
3...
Her face flushed crimson. Lips parted lewdly—ahh—drool spilling, perfect pink breasts bouncing endlessly. Her thighs and pussy twitched.
“... Ngh...”
Unable to breathe. He released her throat, gripping her pelvis like a toy.
“Haa... haa... haat... haa...”
Gasping as air returned, she murmured, “...Good... ♡”
No complaints.
“Pathetic.”
“Ahn... Yes, Master... good, hngh, I love it, love it...”
Half-delirious, drooling. He had no plans to let her sleep tonight. Her twitching pussy milked him as he continued the mating-press normal position. She parted her small lips, mumbling.
“Gonna... cum...”
“I’m about to blow. Take it well?”
“Cum... inside, Master... haa... in my baby room...”
“Baby room” from her lips—he lost it. Forgetting her virginity moments ago, he shook his hips at max speed, stabbing her cervix like a beast.
Her flushed pink pussy leaked white precum lewdly. Choked, she kissed him deeply. Electric pleasure shot up his spine.
Seeing his childhood friend ruined beneath him was too much.
Childhood friend’s pussy...
One final thrust into her clutching hole. Overwhelming ecstasy surged as he emptied everything inside.
‘Haa...’
He came.
Shin Na-young panted roughly, gazing at him with hazy eyes. He pulled out with a pop—her pussy clenched and unclenched its tiny hole, spitting white cum.
The sight drove him mad. Below her pink, abused pussy, filthy fluids leaked: his white seed, her juices, virgin blood mixed.
Shin Na-young stared in disbelief, breathing raggedly.
It stirred excitement bordering on tension—round two beckoned. He asked carefully.
“Spread. We’re not done.”
“Yesss... ♥”
Tearful but seductive. Whimpering, Shin Na-young spread her legs.