7. Virgins in Their 30s Really Exist: Yuarum (32 / Corporate Team Leader)
Gulp! Without a word in response, she just knocked back the soju. It was the kind of trash talk that was hard to stomach stone-cold sober—you'd want to pour it straight into his earhole if you could.
Thud! She slammed the glass down roughly. She'd been letting things slide depending on her mood, but now her vision was starting to blur.
"Had to go and say something like that!"
"Your voice is loud."
"...Kuh!"
He tried to play everything off with that shameless coolness. It pissed her off, but if she really lost it, it felt like he'd be the only one getting a thrill—so she tamped down the veins bulging on her forehead.
"It's just about taking a breather. Loosening up the tension and relaxing together."
"For you, it means casually piling on more women however you like!"
"Isn't that even better?"
"What the hell is!"
Here, he turned serious. "I'm not talking about some heavy commitment that'll mess with your routine or career, Yuarum. Doesn't this casual vibe suit you better?"
"......"
It sounded like utter bullshit... and yet, it rang true. This man had a weird way of twisting people's thoughts. That part grated on her most, but with the booze soaking her brain, she didn't have the wits to pick it apart.
'Telling me to take a break...?'
So she decided to zero in on one thing. Her own honest feelings.
For thirty-two years, she'd dodged men like the plague. Even formal dating proposals from her university days—she'd shot them down cold. Ten times, a hundred, didn't matter; she never spared them a glance. No regrets. Hell, she'd been proud of it right up until her thirties.
But the thirties hit different. People around her started vanishing bit by bit, and the weight of solitude in your thirties... it was a whole other beast.
"So that's how it is?"
"Huh?"
"At this age... does the virgin stigma really weigh on you like that? Makes you seem like some weirdo with a bad temper and hysterics?"
Lately, just like she'd mentioned before, her resolve was cracking more and more with age. Impatience building, hormones churning like crazy. Something inside her rattled, screaming not to regret it later—do it before it's too late.
And Yeongung was the one gently nudging her right there.
"Like I said, that's the exact point I like."
"Cut it out. You don't have to butter me up just to get me in bed."
"I'm dead serious. You know I cleared my whole schedule after we met?"
He leaned forward, eyes locking in with full sincerity. "The thirties are when women are truly at their most beautiful. A woman's absolute peak."
'...Is this guy for real?'
No matter how she sliced it, it sounded like nonsense—but those eyes were earnest. And just like that, she got swept up in the mood. His hand landed on the table: the first male touch she'd ever had at this age, aside from her dad. Softer than she'd imagined. Big, blunt fingertips with just a hint of callus, but nothing rough or bumpy.
'...Feels nice.'
What hit hardest was the warmth. The illusion that he was wrapping her up for real.
She'd promised herself to be honest. So here it was, her confession.
'Fuck. Now I want it...♥'
No way a knockout younger guy like him courting her sculpted perfection wouldn't stir her. Him constantly praising her, laying his dirty intentions bare—it thrilled her instead. Her pride skyrocketed, the bathroom memory flashed back, and her core heated up, slicking wet.
"Ah, looks like you're getting pretty wasted now."
Acting all gentlemanly on the surface, but that tongue housed a filthy sly fox. His tactics were cheap and crass. She hated the idea of her thirty-two years crumbling to some two-bit trick, but...
"Let's relocate. Feels like we need to sober up somewhere else."
"......♥"
In the end, she staggered to her feet, leaning into Seong Yeongung's support as she followed. She'd caved completely, hooked and reeled in by this man. A crescent-moon smirk hooked his lips—whether from stumbling into a lucky catch or finally seeing her fall, it was lecherous either way.
But he said nothing. Not a peep in the cab ride to the hotel.
Twitch, twitch...♥
It was her limit. She couldn't hold back anymore.
Once they hit the hotel, she fought to stay composed. Hotels were no big deal—she'd crashed in plenty for work, nothing special. She played it cool on purpose.
But then—
Suddenly!
"Huu."
"!!!"
Seong Yeongung. This guy just started stripping out of nowhere. Tossed his coat, yanked his shirt up over his head, popped his pants button and shoved them down. In seconds, he was down to just his underwear.
His body was a perfect match for that face: lean, sculpted muscles, impeccably toned.
'Th-that's... a guy's cock?'
And there, bulging in his drawers at the ten o'clock position—a massive, crooked silhouette. The menacing outline made her ass clench and squirm uncontrollably.
"W-wait a sec! What the hell are you—!"
"? We're here for your sex ed, right?"
Utterly shameless. Sure, she'd followed quietly to the hotel, but this? Too abrupt. No experience on her end, no buildup, just warp speed.
"Ahh~ Don't sweat it. Not diving straight into fucking once you're naked."
"F-fu... sex!"
He stated his goal outright, then raked his eyes over her body. She sat on the bed, thighs clamped tight, and his gaze licked her up and down like he was stirring ripples.
"More importantly, tough to teach you like that. Why not strip down?"
"Y-you want me stripping in front of you... like some stripper?"
"If you won't, I don't mind peeling 'em off myself."
Grit!
"N-no matter what you say, I'm not undressing myself. Don't treat me like some cheap hooker...!"
This was her last shred of pride. A virgin dragging herself to a hotel room after just a few days with this guy—if she stripped on her own, she'd be full-on prostitute tier. She held out stubbornly for her dignity, but...
"Yeah?"
"!"
Seong Yeongung slid right up beside her. Barely covered in just his briefs, he planted himself next to her on the bed. Instinct kicked in—her thighs clamped even tighter, body curling like a clam shell against invasion.
"Then I'll just start the lesson solo?"
"......"
His big, soft hand made contact without hesitation. She'd gone out casual in a shirt and jeans, but he rubbed her thighs like savoring a taste. Wrapped them like a snake's tongue. Then slid up slow, gripping her belly.
She swatted instinctively, but he groped on relentlessly.
"Gonna keep slapping?"
"Y-you're shoving your hand in all the wrong spots!"
"Or we can't kick off the lesson."
"Eut...!"
He finally seized it. Grabbed one breast and squeezed like it was his toy.
'T-touched...'
Hot breath escaped from the tension. A breast she'd never permitted to any man, claimed so effortlessly.
"Alright, off with it."
In the meantime, he'd snagged her bra hem and yanked it up. Before she could protest, it was up and over, exposing her.
"Ah! Cute lingerie today."
"......♥"
Black lace bra. Just in case—pure one-in-a-million shot—she'd picked the classiest one from her closet. Seong Yeongung eyed it and flashed a gleaming white grin of pure satisfaction.
"Bet you thought about this when we met up?"
"......"
"Kidding. Loosen up."
"Eut...♥"
Annoyingly dodged again, then shoved his face into her breasts. No way, she thought—but without unhooking, he mashed her right tit aside.
Slurrrp—
"Ah, aaaaaah♥"
And he sucked. Lips soft against the nipple she'd never allowed a man, suckling away like a baby, claiming her body on sight.
'S-sucked off...!'
A grown man latched on felt bizarre. First time, every nerve on edge—but the more he suckled, the more electric jolts shot through her whole body. Her nipple hardened at every tongue flick, weirdly good. She fought not to move, scared it'd look slutty, but the urge hit hard. Wanted to cradle his head. Rub it closer... make him eat better.
"Huu."
"Haa, haaa...♥"
Minutes of suckling later, he pulled back, looking pleased. Casually added, like he'd forgotten: "That was your breast, by the way. Goosebumps or pleasure? Nipples pop right up."
"......You mocking me right now?"
"Told you—sex ed before we start."
"Hey! Even a virgin knows the basics—"
"Then you know this too?"
His hand dove for her pants waist. Hated the possessive grabby vibe, swatted it—but his stubborn strength won out. Unbuttoned, unzipped. How many women had he stripped? Expert level. Gripped her hips and ass, yanked 'em down in one go—panties only now.
"Eut! Ah, bottom feels so exposed...!"
Forced bare, a chill raced up her spine. Floating on air, weird thrill next to a man.
"Y'know, women feel sexual excitement all over their body—unlike guys."
"W-wait, Yeongung...!"
"Meaning thighs rubbed, ass squeezed—all of it hits."
"Uhut?!"
Squeeze! He groped her bare thighs. Not the top—dangerous inner thighs, massaging inward.
Sudden acceleration. She pinched his hand to stop, but...
"Rubbing in here feels plenty good too♥"
"Uuuut?! Ah... aaaaa!"
Rub, rub, rub! Palm spread under her Y-zone core, grinding wild to brush indirectly. Teasing her pussy lips through the fabric.
Twitch, twiiitch—♥
"Unghat! Un, ung... no, can't, nooo...♥"
...It felt good. The grazing through panties was killer. Near-miss thrills on her slit had her gripping his shoulder, hips bucking up. She danced like his puppet, shaking her waist just like he said.
'Why... why the fuck does this feel so good...♥'
Broken down? Just thighs and her privates rubbed. Shit she'd never felt solo-masturbating—joy, sorrow, every emotion—hit her now, in front of this man.
Squelch...♥
Inevitably, she soaked. Not her first time getting wet from dirty fantasies, but this volume? Gushing against her will, sloppy mess.
"Ah, signal's already in."
"N-no... that's not...!"
"Not lugging spare panties—let's peel 'em off quick."
"W-wai, wait...!"
Too fast. A guy met a week ago sucking her tits, now staring at her pussy—ten minutes post-check-in!
"Ta-da."
"Eut!"
The shameless bastard yanked her panty strings. No strength to fight—pleasure sapped her arms. Slid down smooth, hooked at her left ankle.
"...So this is Yuarum's pussy."
"No! Don't look... please don't loooook...!"
He pinned her hiding hands, stared shameless. Mortification hit suicide levels—exposing her pussy like this.
Sniff, sniff, sniff.
But Yeongung's nostrils flared. Head dipping like scenting prey: "Mind if I?"
He knelt right in front. Experienced guy, her rigid as hell, face inches from her crotch: "W-wait!? N-not washed!"
"It's fine."
"Wai-wai-wai— Uuuut?!"
Kiss♥ ...It touched♥
His lips kissed her pussy loving. Something squirted out. Then slurrrrp—smooch, smooch, slurp♥
"Uheeet! O, ohooooo♥"
He sucked. Thighs pinned rough, lapping her pussy like a dog with that handsome face.
'Insane, fucking insaneee♥'
Head thrown back to the ceiling, arms bracing the bed to hold position. Pleasure her 32-year virgin life never knew. The moment her new self awakened.