The First Time (2)
Slap— slap— thwack—!
The entire time I rocked my hips frantically atop Choi Deok-hun, my vision kept flaring white and my breath came in short, desperate gasps.
Every so often his hips would buck hard upward, driving that heavy tip deep into the furthest reaches of me with a thick, grinding pressure.
“Haaahnn—!”
Pleasure so fierce it felt like my brain was about to burn out left my waist limp. My upper body collapsed forward, sprawling across the solid wall of his chest.
The moment I parted my lips, hoping for even a second to catch my breath, a hot, massive suction seized one of my breasts.
Sssuck—
“Nngh… hhnn…”
Choi Deok-hun filled his mouth with my breast and sucked hard. A jolt of pure electricity shot through my whole body; my toes curled tight.
Stimulation from above and below at the same time left me unable to think straight.
“Hah—. Already close? Want me to help?”
Thwack—!
With that short, mocking reprimand his hips slammed upward again. His lips kept tormenting my breast while that thick weight savagely carved me open from below.
The two streams of pleasure collided inside me and shoved me roughly toward the edge of climax.
“Aaaah—! Wait, wait a second! I—I feel weird…!”
Thwack— thwack—
Even when I tried to stop him his hips never slowed. Any last hesitation melted away. I focused only on the lewd slap of skin and the crushing pressure filling me, racing toward the peak.
Bzzzt— bzzzt—
A loud vibration from the nightstand shattered the silence. Choi Deok-hun’s phone.
Still trembling with him buried to the hilt inside me, I turned my eyes to the side table. A familiar number glowed clearly on the screen.
Lim Se-yeong’s number.
My heart dropped. The body that had been burning hottest only a second ago went rigid, as if ice water had been dumped over me.
But Choi Deok-hun did not stop. If anything he gripped my stiffened waist and began moving even harder.
Then, completely unfazed, he reached out and picked up the phone.
“Ah, Uncle! No, please….”
I tried in terror to cover his mouth, but he simply caught my wrist and flipped our positions. A cruel smile curled his lips as he pressed the answer button.
Click—
“Hello.”
His voice was sickeningly calm—impossible to believe this was the same man who had just been devouring my breast and ruthlessly plowing me open.
Se-yeong’s voice came through the speaker, bright and earnest as always.
— Uncle, are you busy?
“Just… working out a little.”
As he answered he thrust hard and deep.
Thwack—
“Hnnnph—!”
I bit down hard, smothering the moan that tried to burst free, praying it wouldn’t carry through the phone.
Choi Deok-hun pinned both my wrists above my head and drove his hips up even more mercilessly.
Thwack— slap— thwaack—!
“Hnnn— hnnngh…”
Every time my body bounced, muffled sounds leaked between my fingers. Through it all he kept chatting as if nothing were happening.
“Been a while since I exercised… it’s pretty rough.”
— Ah, I see. Um, do you happen to know where A-yeong is? I haven’t been able to reach her.
The instant Se-yeong’s innocent question arrived, Choi Deok-hun ground straight into my most sensitive spot.
Thwack—!
“Hnnnngh—!”
I crushed my lips together, swallowing the cry, but the strained sound still escaped through my nose. Shame set my face on fire. Enjoying my reaction, Choi Deok-hun smirked and spoke.
“A-yeong? She’s right here with me, actually. I asked her to teach me a few exercises.”
— What? A-yeong’s there?
The moment Se-yeong’s startled voice came through, Choi Deok-hun lifted my chin and casually pressed the phone to my ear. The cold plastic touched my skin and fear wrapped my entire body.
“Say hello. Se-yeong’s worried about you.”
“…Ah, Se-yeong. Hnnph…”
My voice trembled. He never stopped driving that heavy weight into me from below. Every pulse made my mind flash white.
— A-yeong, you were working out? With Uncle?
“Haa… well, Uncle said… we should start exercising, so…”
Thwack—!
“Hhk—!”
A sudden deep thrust forced a short cry out of me. Se-yeong sounded puzzled.
— Huh? A-yeong, why does your voice sound like that? Are you hurt?
“N-no…… Uncle’s just… helping me stretch right now… haaahn. He’s pulling too hard. Pressing so deep… so deep…”
My lips shook as I forced out the lie. Choi Deok-hun chuckled low against my ear and rolled his hips even more roughly, making sure I felt every inch.
A full-body shiver made my vision spark. I wanted to escape the shame, yet the overwhelming fullness packing me so tight was so sweet I thought I would lose my mind.
— Ah, stretching. It’s been a while for you too, so it must hurt. Tell him to go easy.
“Haa, Se-yeong… but this… it feels better than I expected… hnnn—”
— Huh? What feels good?
A voice mixed with real truth slipped out before I could stop it.
The fact that I was being ruined by Choi Deok-hun while listening to Se-yeong’s voice was a stimulation I could never have imagined, and it short-circuited my brain.
“My body is loosening up… it feels so good… hnnngh. Like I’m melting…. Haaahn! You should… you should come work out with us later too. It’s really, really amazing hnnn!…”
— A-yeong? Are you sure you’re okay? The way you’re talking is a little weird…
“Nngh… it’s just so good. So refreshing…. Haa, Uncle… stop… nnngh—!”
Whether Se-yeong on the other end was confused or not no longer mattered; I had already sunk completely into the swamp of pleasure Choi Deok-hun was giving me.
Every word that left my mouth was thick with heat, and the voice I was letting Se-yeong hear was filled with a rapture that could never exist between ordinary friends.
Choi Deok-hun wore a victor’s smile as he laid his hand over mine that still held the phone.
He savored every filthy word I was saying of my own free will, and drove into me even harder.
“Yeah… let’s talk later. Right now… I think I need to focus more. Hnnngh!”
The second the call ended Choi Deok-hun tossed the phone aside.
“Advertising how good it feels, huh? Se-yeong would’ve fainted if he saw this.”
Guilt stained one corner of my chest. This was an ugly side of myself I could never show Se-yeong—no, that I must never show him.
And yet… and yet it felt too good. In front of this sensation that was melting my brain, every noble resolution was nothing but trash to be thrown away.
“Haa, haa… Uncle, please… right there just now… do it harder…!!”
I had already forgotten how I would ever face Se-yeong again. I clung to his neck like an animal, panting.
The aftershock of that forbidden phone call shattered me more thoroughly than any foreplay ever could.
“That’s right!! I’m better than that guy right now, aren’t I!!”
He seized my waist hard enough to break it and began pounding at a speed far faster than before.
“Haa, haa……! Uncle, ah……!”
“Think about it. You really believe that skinny little bastard could satisfy you like this? With that scrawny body of his, you think he could pack you this full?!”
His crude comparison tore through my head. Se-yeong’s slender frame and the massive, solid bulk of Choi Deok-hun currently crushing me stood in stark contrast.
Shame should have flooded me, yet the forbidden fantasy only stoked the thirst inside me higher.
“No… he couldn’t. Se-yeong could never… hwaaaah!! Never like Uncle…!!!”
In the end a desperate confession tore from my lips. As if he had been waiting for exactly those words, Choi Deok-hun stabbed even deeper without mercy.
“That’s right. The only one who can satisfy this filthy body of yours is me!”
His movements turned beastly. The wet slap of flesh filled the room.
I locked my arms around his neck and surrendered everything to the overwhelming stimulation he gave me. Even the guilt I felt toward Se-yeong burned to ash in the fire of pleasure.
“Uncle…… Deok-hun Uncle! Deeper, deeper……! Nnghnn!”
My whole body screamed. Unbearable heat surged up from deep in my lower belly and thought itself began to fade.
Choi Deok-hun pinned my hips down hard and delivered one final, brutal thrust.
Thwack— slap— thwaack—
“Haa… I’m coming!”
“Aaaaahn—!!”
An explosive jolt shot up my spine. Hot seed flooded me to the brim; I couldn’t even scream, only pant as I went limp.
On the bed where our rough breathing mixed together, I felt myself sink into the deepest part of a swamp from which there was no escape.
When the storm passed, only a thick, lewd scent and a condom heavy with cum remained.
After washing every inch of myself I came out to find Choi Deok-hun sitting on the sofa. Completely naked, already standing huge again as if nothing had happened, he leaned back against the cushions.
The moment I saw him a strange emotion brushed my chest. That monstrous strength and those rough breaths that had treated me like an animal.
Paradoxically, the thing that had filled the emptiness inside me was his overwhelming presence—and that truth, though I hated to admit it, felt sweet.
A peculiar fondness, or an irresistible sense of corruption, tickled one corner of my heart.
While I stood there dazed, Choi Deok-hun looked me over and spoke.
“A-yeong, school starts next week, right?”
“Huh? I think so.”
“Then let’s go on a little trip.”
The sudden suggestion made my eyes widen. He continued casually.
“I was on the fence about going, but with you here I might as well take the chance. Thursday through Sunday.”
I hesitated for a second. I had already given him everything, but this soon…?
“Ah, but…”
“Just make up some excuse and come. You keep the promises you make… don’t you?”
His gaze darkened again. Choi Deok-hun spread his legs with complete confidence, certain of my answer, and stared at me.
I swallowed dryly. Guilt toward Lim Se-yeong flickered through my mind.
But my body already remembered the fierce heat Choi Deok-hun gave me… and it was already looking forward to more.
“…I’ll go. With you, Uncle.”
At my answer a satisfied smile curved Choi Deok-hun’s lips.