Buying a First Time
A few days after the rumors began to circulate, a customer showed up without an appointment.
He was in his early forties.
Draped in luxury brands, but with a face that looked exhausted.
Yura knew at a glance.
"A man who has bought everything money can buy."
The man sank deep into the sofa and crossed his legs.
"I'll be honest with you. I've done everything. I've been to every place they say is good, and I've met all the most expensive girls."
"And?" Yura asked.
"Now, I don't feel a thing. It's all the same. It's so obvious they're just acting for the money."
"..."
"That first tremor. That feeling of being nervous without knowing anything. I miss that. I thought I'd never be able to feel it again."
He pressed his temples with his fingers.
"Just once. Like it's really her first time. A girl who trembles, blushes, and is clumsy because of me. Do you have anyone like that? Other places just laughed at me. They asked what kind of request a First Experience Roleplay even is."
Yura fell silent for a moment.
What the man had always bought was skillfulness.
Because he had worn that out completely, he now desired the exact opposite.
The one thing he couldn't buy with money was, ironically, the most common thing in the world.
But that wasn't all.
Throughout the conversation, the man's eyes were fixed on one spot.
His own hands.
Hands that clenched and unclenched.
"What this customer wants isn't a virgin."
"He wants to be someone's first."
"A partner who is genuinely trembling because of him, not because she was paid to."
"He's bought too many experienced women, so a clumsy one has become his ultimate fantasy."
"It's possible," Yura said.
"...That's what they all say. And they all disappointed me."
"You won't be disappointed. But in return, you must take the lead today. She's very inexperienced."
For the first time, a flicker of emotion crossed the man's eyes.
It was a face trying to suppress rising expectations.
This request couldn't be handled by just anyone currently registered.
Yura contacted someone she had been keeping an eye on for a long time.
Yu Harin.
A veteran who had grown up in the entertainment districts, yet someone who could craft a 'first time' better than anyone else once she was on stage.
"Harin. Do you want to make your debut? At my place."
"...Wasn't that place on the verge of going under?"
"Things changed yesterday. A customer who is perfect for you just arrived. I need someone who can tremble as if it's truly her first time."
A short laugh came through the phone.
"That's what I do best."
An hour later, Yu Harin arrived.
A face with barely any makeup, wearing a neat one-piece dress.
She looked young enough to pass for twenty.
"In reality, she's a seven-year veteran in this industry."
Before Harin entered the room, Yura offered a word of advice.
"This customer is sick of seeing experienced girls. You must not seem skilled at all. Be clumsy, tremble, and act shy. Let him lead everything."
"..."
Yu Harin nodded.
"I understand. I'll make it his first time."
The bedroom door closed.
Yu Harin sat on the edge of the bed with her knees pressed together.
Her hands clasped and unclasped over her lap.
Her gaze kept dropping to the floor.
"Um... I'm really... not very good at this..."
Her voice trembled slightly.
Even though he knew it was an act, the man's breath caught for a moment.
"We can take it slow," the man said.
He approached and took her hand.
Yu Harin's fingers flinched and stiffened.
"Ah... my hands... they're cold, aren't they? When I get nervous, my hands get cold..."
The man wrapped both of his hands around hers.
For the first time in a long while, he was the one reassuring someone else.
He carefully slid the shoulder straps of her dress down.
Yu Harin hunched her shoulders, covering her chest.
"D-Don't look. It's embarrassing..."
"I won't look. Let's take our time."
It was a lie.
The man couldn't take his eyes off her blushing face.
"It's not a tremor bought with money."
At least, that was how it felt.
Even though he knew it was a fantasy, that only made it better.
He pulled the rest of the dress down.
Yu Harin covered her breasts with both arms and turned her body slightly to the side.
"I-It's still... too bright..."
"Don't cover yourself. You're beautiful."
"...Don't say things like that. It makes me even more embarrassed..."
The man gently pulled her arms away.
Her exposed breasts trembled slightly with her breathing.
As he cupped them in his palms, Yu Harin shrugged her shoulders.
The soft flesh yielded gently in his hands.
When he brushed his thumb against her nipple, it quickly hardened.
While he took one side into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it, his other hand slowly kneaded the opposite breast.
"Ah... i-if you touch me... like that..."
"Do you dislike it?"
"No... no... it just feels strange..."
Though her mouth claimed it was strange, the space between her legs was far more honest.
There was absolutely no trace of the veteran in her.
Like someone being touched for the very first time, her hips arched at the slightest stimulation.
The man crumbled at each and every reaction.
"This isn't something I bought with money."
The moment he wanted to believe it, it became his reality.
He slowly laid her down.
Yu Harin trembled, keeping her legs pressed together.
"Um... what if it hurts..."
"I'll make sure it doesn't hurt."
The man's hand reached between her legs.
Her underwear was already soaking wet.
As he slid the fabric aside, his fingers brushed against her slick flesh.
Yet, Yu Harin arched her back and clamped her legs shut as if it were her first contact.
"Hiah...! W-What is that... it feels weird..."
"It's not weird. It's a good thing. Look, right here."
His fingers slowly parted the wet folds.
With a wet, squelching sound, the plump flesh opened up.
As he rubbed the small bud at the top in circles with his index finger, Yu Harin's hips lifted high off the bed.
He swirled his finger around it, occasionally pressing down gently, making her legs shudder.
The wet sounds grew louder.
Squish... squelch... slurp...
"Ah... ahh... ♡ I've never... never felt like this before..."
"It's making a sound. Does it hurt?"
"It... it hurts. But maybe not... ahh... ♡"
"You don't have to hold it in."
He slowly pushed a single finger inside.
The tight, hot flesh clamped down hard around the very first knuckle.
Her inner walls squirmed as if sucking the finger deeper.
He stirred slowly inside, pressing his fingertip against her sensitive spot.
Every time he brushed that spot, Yu Harin's hips jolted.
"Ah...! Inside... your finger is..."
"I'm putting in one more. Relax."
"Hee... ♡ It's so full... it's strange..."
The man's breathing grew ragged.
This was a reaction he had never received from an experienced woman.
A partner trembling at the mere touch of his fingertip.
The position of being the teacher.
He parted her legs and pressed the tip of his shaft against her wet entrance.
As the tip touched her slick flesh, Yu Harin gasped.
"I'll go in slowly. Tell me if it hurts."
"...Okay... gently... ah!"
The tip slowly stretched open the narrow entrance as it entered.
The flesh clamped down tightly, as if it had never been used before.
Inch by inch, he slowly penetrated deeper.
Squelch... slide... squelch...
The tight walls squeezed again, as if trying to push his shaft out.
Once he pushed all the way in, both of their breaths caught.
"Ugh...! It's... it's so big... is it all the way in...?"
"Yeah. It's all the way in. You're taking it well."
"It's so... so full, I can't even breathe..."
"You'll get used to it slowly. Just relax."
"Haah... Teacher... I feel strange... it keeps... ♡"
"Teacher."
The man completely crumbled at that title.
A man who had spent his entire life buying was, for the first time, the one teaching.
"I'll go slow. You can tell me to stop if you're scared."
"...No. Don't stop. Just like this... I want to know more."
Those clumsily clinging words heated him up more than any skilled technique ever could.
He took her hands and interlaced their fingers.
Like lovers sharing their first experience, they moved with their hands tightly clasped.
Every time she squeezed his hand, her inner walls tightened in unison.
Her clumsy body was instinctively wrapping around him.
He began to move his hips slowly.
Pulling out almost completely before plunging deep inside again.
Splat! Squelch! Squish!
The sound of wet flesh clashing grew faster.
Yu Harin's breasts bounced up and down to the rhythm.
Love juices flowed from their junction, soaking the sheets.
"Slowly... I'll go slowly. Tell me if you're scared."
"No... don't stop... since it's my first time... more... ♡"
It was a line a veteran would never say.
And that was why the man thrust even deeper.
With every thrust, Yu Harin wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in.
Clumsily, like someone who didn't know how to let go.
That very clumsiness was the freshest stimulation to the jaded man.
He leaned down, taking the tip of her bouncing breast into his mouth.
Thrusting below while sucking above, Yu Harin lost her mind under the dual stimulation.
"Ahng... ♡ Both places... at the same time... I can't..."
"Why? It feels good, doesn't it?"
"Because it feels good... that's why I can't... ahh ♡!"
Even as she protested, her hips welcomed him deeper.
"Ahung... Teacher's... it keeps hitting inside... ah..."
"Do you like it? Here?"
"I don't know... I don't know because it's my first time... but I feel like you shouldn't stop... hiah!"
"If it's your first time, how do you know how to squeeze me so tightly?"
The more he moved, the more Yu Harin trembled.
Her tightening walls constricted his shaft harder and harder.
As the end drew near, the man accelerated his pace.
The sound of clashing flesh filled the room.
Splat! Splat! Squelch!
"It was supposed to be an act."
"Why does it keep feeling so real?"
Her groans blurred the line between acting and reality.
The man stopped just before the brink.
"...Not yet."
Yu Harin's legs instinctively pulled him closer. Her grip tightened even more.
"Kyah...! I shouldn't be like this... but it feels too good... ahh ♡!"
The man held her tight and poured everything out deep inside her.
The sensation that had been worn away for so long returned in an instant.
Her body, trembling as if it were truly her first time, held onto him until the very end.
Even after it was over, Yu Harin buried her face in his chest like a novice.
Her heart was still beating rapidly.
The man slowly stroked her back until her ragged breathing settled.
He couldn't even tell if the trembling in his arms was an act or genuine.
"...This really is my first time doing something like this... I don't know what to do."
"...You just have to stay like this."
"Okay..."
That single word was the most unfamiliar and wonderful thing to the jaded man.
The man awkwardly stroked her hair.
The void that couldn't be filled no matter how much he bought was, for the first time, heavily satisfied.
A first time bought with money felt like a real first time.
That was enough.
"I know it's an act."
"I know, and yet it still fills me."
That was what this shop sold.
The man lay dazed for a long time before speaking as he put on his clothes.
"...Was it real? Or was it an act?"
"It would be better for you if I didn't tell you," Yura replied calmly.
"...I'm curious."
"Leaving it as a mystery keeps the excitement alive longer."
Yura answered serenely.
"If what you felt was real, then it was real."
The man smiled for the first time.
"Can I register as a regular here?"
"You already are."
The door closed, and Yu Harin walked out.
As she tied her hair back, the trembling virgin from moments ago was nowhere to be seen.
"Boss. That customer will be back. He'll want a different 'first time' every single visit."
"I know. Let's make you a full-time employee."
"Deal."
Yura looked at the three new lines on the regular customer list.
Three people in just a few days.
The 'requests rejected elsewhere' had all become regulars.
This was how rumors spread.
"They say if you go there, they'll really do anything."
Her phone buzzed again.
This time, the message was long.
Yura read the message twice.
"This isn't a job for Seoyun or Harin."
"I need a third."