Personal Fireworks
Chapter 85. Parallel World – Ultra-Low-Cost Korea (6) 16-6
Lee Ayoung stood with her back to the window. Moonlight bathed her skin in a soft, milky glow. It was the clearest, purest skin imaginable. Her body was flawless, without a single blemish. She stood before me with her panties removed, eyes squeezed shut. I approached her slowly, my erection exposed.
Just as I lifted her skirt with one hand and pressed my shaft against her exposed sex—
Whoosh— Bang. Pop-pop.
Behind her, beyond the window, fireworks erupted. The highlight of the university festival. The school had spent a fortune on the display, painting the night sky in brilliant colors. Red, green, blue. Vivid, dazzling bursts spread across the darkness.
At that exact moment, I thrust into her.
Schlick.
With the lubricant generously applied, my cock slid smoothly between her plump folds. A strange sensation brushed against my glans.
‘Huh?’
When I pulled back after burying myself to the hilt, my shaft was coated in blood. I understood the reason immediately, yet a fleeting doubt crossed my mind.
‘Did her hymen break…? Is Ayoung… a virgin?’
Blood trickled from her entrance and ran down her thighs. The question answered itself.
‘Right. This is a parallel world.’
This place was fundamentally different from the world I came from. It wasn’t strange at all for Lee Ayoung to be a virgin here. Still…
‘Tch. How petty.’
Only now did I understand what she had said earlier.
“Could we do it in two days instead…? No, tomorrow would be fine too… Today is…”
When I had tried to buy her time at the fountain with money, she had begged me to postpone. Back then I hadn’t understood why. What difference did it make whether she sold her body today or two days later? Of course, I only had one hour in this parallel world, so I refused. Until now, I had forgotten her words entirely.
But now I understood. She had wanted to delay because she was a virgin.
‘She didn’t want to sell her first time.’
What had she been thinking? If I had granted her request and waited until tomorrow or the day after, would she have given her first experience to her boyfriend instead?
Whoosh— Bang. Pop-pop.
More fireworks exploded near my ears. Beautiful sparks rained down from the night sky like falling stars. If it weren’t for me, she would probably be watching this very display in the middle of the festival with her boyfriend.
‘Tch…’
The same thought from earlier returned. It felt petty. With the cost of living here being one-thousandth of my world, 350,000 won was equivalent to 350 million won back home. I had paid that sum for just one hour of her body. The least she could have done was offer her virginity as a bonus.
The remaining time I had momentarily forgotten now appeared before my eyes.
Time Remaining: 41 minutes 58 seconds
Time Remaining: 41 minutes 57 seconds
Time Remaining: 41 minutes 56 seconds
‘Tch…’
No time to waste on pointless thoughts. It didn’t matter anyway. Lee Ayoung was already half-naked in front of me. Her first time had been crudely taken by my cock, the blood now trickling down her pale thighs. I decided to focus solely on enjoying her body.
Whoosh— Pop-pop.
Red fireworks streaked across the night sky, leaving long tails. The droplets of blood from her sex traced similar red lines down her thighs. Her own private fireworks show was unfolding between her legs. A personal display purchased for 350,000 won. Expensive if you thought about it, yet incredibly cheap for what it was.
Wearing a lecherous smile, I pushed my blood-smeared shaft back into her. Thanks to the thick layer of lubricant, it slid in with a sticky sound.
Schlick.
The soft, enveloping sensation made a hot sigh escape my lips.
“Haa…”
Something had changed from before. Lee Ayoung was now half-sitting on the window ledge. When I thrust forward, her legs spread wide and lifted into the air. Each time I pushed in, her thighs parted further, like a flower bud blooming at the perfect moment.
Widening my view, I could see both of her thighs glowing softly in the moonlight by the window. Her white panties still hung from her right ankle.
Schlick… Schlick… Schlick… Schlick… Schlick… Schlick…
I began moving my hips back and forth. Her legs remained suspended, spreading wider with each thrust before slowly closing again. The panties on her right ankle swayed with the motion.
Schlick… Slick… Schlick… Slick… Schlick… Slick…
“Haa…”
Hot breaths spilled from my mouth. Her sex gripped me softly, massaging my length. The gentle tightness was driving me wild.
Yet… it was strangely quiet. I glanced up from where we were joined and looked at her face.
“…”
She made no sound. Her eyes were tightly shut, lips pressed together. For whatever reason, Lee Ayoung was holding back her voice.
“You can moan if it feels good, Ayoung.”
“…”
I wanted to hear her, but her sealed lips refused to part. Was it pride? Or was she feeling only discomfort and no pleasure at all? I couldn’t tell. I focused on what I was doing.
Schlick… Slick… Schlick… Slick… Schlick… Slick…
“Huu… Haa… Haa…”
While gripping her hips with both hands, I slid my right hand upward and cupped one of her exposed breasts. I placed my index finger on her nipple.
‘So soft…’
Her nipple had a plush texture and a dainty size. I kneaded her breast while teasing the peak with my fingers. The small, pale-pink bud sat at the center of her perky mound. As I kept flicking it, it gradually hardened, as if annoyed.
Schlick… Slick… Schlick… Slick… Schlick… Slick…
Whoosh. Pop-pop. Bang.
While savoring her beautiful body, the night sky behind her continued to bloom with fireworks. Silhouetted against the display, Lee Ayoung looked breathtaking. Whether it was her usual innocent aura or the way moonlight made her skin glow, something about her felt strangely transparent. And her figure—her body always possessed such elegant lines. I couldn’t be sure if the Lee Ayoung of this world had taken ballet as a child like the one I knew, but…
Unable to contain my curiosity, I asked.
Schlick… Slick… Schlick… Slick… Schlick… Slick…
“Haa… Did you… do ballet… haa… when you were young?”
“Yes?… Hngh…! Yes…”
It was a casual question, but the suddenness made a small moan slip out. Realizing it, she immediately clamped her mouth shut again. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, as if trying to trap any further sounds.
Schlick… Slick… Schlick… Slick… Schlick… Slick…
“Hah… Haa… Hah…”
“…”
Only the wet sounds of our joining and my own ragged breaths filled the lecture hall.
Whoosh. Bang. Pop-pop.
My right hand continued massaging her breast while my blood-smeared cock plunged in and out of her. The thin red trails that had run down her thighs earlier now spread outward as her legs hung in the air, forming an M-shape.
I asked another question.
Schlick… Slick… Schlick… Slick… Schlick… Slick…
“Why… haa… did you quit ballet…?”
“My ankle… hngh…! Got hurt… hngh…!”
Was it ingrained kindness? Even in this situation, the gentle girl answered every question dutifully. Another moan escaped her lips before she quickly covered her mouth with one hand.
I looked down at her legs. They formed a perfect M, spreading wider with every thrust. From one ankle, her white panties still dangled and swayed. Such slender, delicate ankles. Had she once dreamed of becoming a ballerina? Perhaps her ankles had been too fragile to support that dream. At least right now, with her panties hanging from them, they looked beautiful to me.
Schlick… Slick… Schlick… Slick… Schlick… Slick…
The quiet lecture hall echoed with the sticky sounds from our lower bodies. And then—
Whoosh. Bang. Bang.
The sound of fireworks continued to tickle my ears. Both sights were breathtaking. Suddenly, an unexpected noise reached me.
Clank! Clank!
‘…Huh?’
Someone was trying to open the door to the lecture hall we were in.