The First Experience
Song Yena. She possessed a petite frame. Her face was pretty yet youthful. From what I remembered during the fire safety training, her figure was slender with beautiful, graceful lines. She stood no taller than 148 centimeters, a tiny stature that made her look far younger than a university student. If I had seen her anywhere else, I never would have guessed she was in college.
Her hair, black as ebony, was braided into two neat pigtails. Her eyes were bright and clear. Her skin was flawless, pale and soft like a baby's. In every way, she resembled a meticulously crafted doll.
The pretty Song Yena looked up at me with a shy expression and spoke.
"Juwan senior. Shall we... step out for some fresh air?"
"Fresh air? All of a sudden?"
"The alcohol is starting to hit me... There's a parking lot right beside the building. Let's go there... and get some air together."
"The parking lot...?"
Though she claimed it was just for fresh air, her true intention was obvious. I glanced down at the small slip of paper on the table. The lottery ticket I had obtained through the quest. This was the third one I had scratched today.
The first ticket had given me "a piece of spicy chicken," and Song Yena had fed it to me. The second had been "a shot of soju," which she had passed to me mouth-to-mouth. And now, the third ticket.
It read: [First Experience]
"Huh...?"
Countless thoughts raced through my mind. One thing was certain: Song Yena was still a virgin. She had never experienced a man's body. Never once felt a cock inside her.
The realization made my heart pound.
"S-sure."
-Screech.
Song Yena and I stood up. I glanced to the side. Bohyun was completely absorbed in Ayoung, paying us no attention whatsoever. Ayoung looked flustered because of him.
Yena leaned in and whispered to Ayoung.
"Unnie... I'll be right back."
"Huh? Okay... Come back soon~"
The noisy bar was in full swing. The freshman welcome party was heating up. Seniors and new students were getting to know each other, and glances searching for potential partners were being exchanged everywhere. A few students were already heavily drunk.
"J-Juwan senior. Let's go quickly."
As I slowly navigated between the crowded tables, Song Yena suddenly grabbed my sleeve and tugged me forward. Her face was flushed from the alcohol, and she smiled shyly.
"Heehee."
When I looked at her in surprise, she let out a strange little laugh. She seemed quite drunk. Even though I had played the Black Knight three times for her, the alcohol she had drunk earlier was clearly taking effect. I wasn't sure if she simply couldn't handle liquor well or if her small body just couldn't take much.
Among the packed tables, her beauty stood out. She looked like a delicate doll crafted with painstaking care down to the last eyelash and fingernail. Like a bee drawn to a flower, I followed her, my sleeve still caught in her hand.
From behind, her figure was striking. The oversized hoodie. The glossy black pigtails. Her petite frame. What caught my eye next were the smooth legs peeking out from beneath the hoodie. Her skin was flawless, almost glowing in the dim bar light. Her legs were so slender that her ankles looked thin enough for me to encircle with my thumb and middle finger.
-Screech.
When we stepped outside the bar, a cool breeze brushed against my skin. The sun had already set, yet the street wasn't dark. The food alley was packed with university students drinking. Groups of students smoking together, others eating ice cream in front of convenience stores. The lively street buzzed with energy.
Then Song Yena called out to me.
"Sen-senior. Come this way. Haa..."
She pulled on my sleeve. Her face was flushed bright red, as if she had a fever. I followed where she led.
To the left of the bar was a reasonably sized parking lot filled with cars. Holding my sleeve just as she had while weaving through the tables, she guided me deeper between the parked vehicles, heading toward a secluded spot.
We walked until a wall blocked our path, deep inside the lot. In front of a dusty car that looked like it had been parked for ages, between the vehicle and the wall, Song Yena turned to face me. I stood with my back to the wall while she stood with hers to the car.
It was slightly dark, but light from the nearby restaurants illuminated her face clearly. Her delicately sculpted features. Though small in stature, her face and figure were proportionally beautiful. She looked up at me and spoke.
"Senior... Thank you... for earlier..."
Both hands clutching my clothes, her face flushed from the alcohol, she smiled shyly. Her hands released my shirt and slowly slid upward. Soon her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me down.
She rose onto her tiptoes, trying to press her lips to mine. Because of our height difference, I had to lean down before we could kiss.
Her lips were soft and plump. We had touched lips earlier when passing the soju, but this felt entirely different. My hands naturally moved to her waist and pulled her close. Her slender body felt fragile in my arms, as if it might break if I held her too tightly.
Soon, something soft and moist slipped between her lips. Yena's tongue pushed past my lips. For a moment it was blocked by my teeth, but then they parted and my tongue came out to meet hers. As if we had both been waiting for this, our tongues intertwined gently, dancing and teasing each other.
We stood there kissing for a long time. From the outside we appeared still, but inside our mouths our tongues moved slickly against one another.
"Haa..."
Only after quite some time did we finally separate. I felt as though I had drunk strong liquor; my head was pleasantly hazy. Song Yena looked the same. Even though we had left the bar, she seemed even more intoxicated. Her face was deeply flushed, her eyes slightly unfocused.
I still held her in my arms. She remained on her tiptoes, arms looped around my neck, gazing up at me with a dreamy expression. Though our lips had parted, our faces were only a hand's breadth apart.
"Haa..."
"Haa..."
The noisy sounds of the street faded away. In the quiet depths of the parking lot, only our breathing could be heard. Our breaths caressed each other's faces.
"Heehee."
The once-shy Yena suddenly grinned at me. Rising onto her tiptoes again, she wrapped her arms around me and offered her lips like a baby bird begging for food. I leaned down and kissed her. Once more, her moist tongue slipped between my lips and tangled with mine.
"Chuu..."
When she tilted her head slightly to deepen the kiss, her tongue pushed further in. I naturally tilted my head the other way, allowing my tongue to delve deeper into her mouth. The kiss grew more intense, more sticky. Our tongues twisted together. Her lips pulled away, our eyes met briefly, then our mouths found each other again.
Her lips and mine touched and parted repeatedly, moving in a rhythm that, from a distance, might have looked like two cats grooming each other.
While we kissed, my arms around her slowly slid downward. My right hand moved lower, tracing the curve of her waist beneath the hoodie. Her waist was unbelievably slim. Continuing downward, I felt the soft fullness of her buttocks. I lifted the hem of her hoodie slightly and cupped her ass with my hand.
"Chuuup..."
Yena seemed completely lost in the kiss. She was wearing short pants hidden beneath the hoodie. I squeezed and kneaded her plump, soft cheeks while our tongues danced. Even the feel of her ass was somehow adorable.
"Haa..."
"Haa..."
After some time, our kiss finally broke. Not because we were satisfied, but because we both wanted more. We were burning with desire; kissing and embracing alone was no longer enough.
She looked up at me. I leaned down and pressed my lips to her neck, trailing kisses along the delicate line of her throat. When I exhaled against her skin, a soft moan escaped her lips.
"Hnn..."
The sound of her voice, whispering right beside my ear, told me she was ready. I released her and lifted the hem of her hoodie with both hands.
"Haa..."
She offered no resistance. Beneath the hoodie appeared her short pants and slim waist, along with a sky-blue bra.
-Rustle.
I pulled the hoodie all the way up and off. As she raised her arms, her ribs became visible beneath her pale skin. She was so short that the top of her head barely reached my chest.
Standing outdoors in just her underwear, she looked a little embarrassed. In this secluded corner of the parking lot, I was the only one seeing her body. The rows of parked cars hid us from the busy street.
I slowly admired her figure. Now that the hoodie was gone, I could see the beautiful lines of her body. Her frame was delicate and petite, her waist impossibly narrow, her skin untouched and flawless. In the dim light, her body seemed to glow softly.
I placed the discarded hoodie on the car's hood and reached for her shorts. As I unzipped them, she reached out and unzipped my pants as well.
-Zzzip.
-Zzzip.
When I pulled her shorts open, sky-blue panties came into view. I tugged both her pants and panties down together. Once they reached mid-thigh, her most intimate place was fully exposed.
"Hmm...?"
What I saw was a completely smooth, hairless mound. Her pussy was bare, soft and plump between her thighs. For a moment I froze.
Song Yena. Her baby-soft, flawless skin. Her tiny frame that didn't look like a university student's. Her impossibly slim waist. And now this smooth, hairless pussy. I couldn't help but feel startled. If anyone saw us right now, I would have no excuse.
"No... No, she's a university student... right."
I reminded myself once more that she was an adult and looked again. There was still not a single strand of hair on her small, adorable pussy. It didn't look like she had waxed. It was simply a mound that had never grown hair.
"...Alopecia?"
Suddenly, a story I had once heard in the dorm room came back to me.