Chapter 79
Chapter 79
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 79
Chapter Title: The First and the First
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The first time, and the first time.
The brand-new two-story building of 'Blue Sky' near Heyri Village in Paju looked no different from that of any promising IT startup on the outside.
The first floor housed a trendy cafeteria and comfortable office space,
while the second floor featured the president's office and minimalist conference rooms.
But the real deal
was hidden inside that second-floor conference room.
A large monitor for meetings hung on one wall, next to an art wall finished in luxurious walnut.
Visitors passed it off as just part of the stylish interior. But when I pressed my fingerprint against it, there was a soft click, and part of the wall slid silently inward.
It was a perfect secret door.
The air changed the moment I stepped inside.
Unlike the bright office lights outside, only indirect lighting softly illuminated the room.
The soundproofed walls blocked out every trace of outside noise, leaving only a deep, thick silence hanging in the air.
This was a space utterly cut off from the world.
The room's purpose was obvious.
In the center stood a massive king-size bed, the kind you'd see in a luxury hotel suite.
But it didn't look meant for cozy rest—it resembled an altar for performing some specific 'purpose.'
Lift your gaze, and your eyes naturally went to the ceiling.
The entire ceiling was one giant mirror, reflecting everything in the room with cold, objective precision.
And beside the bed was a shower room with a fully transparent glass wall.
With multiple showerheads, it didn't seem like just a place to wash up—more like a spot to erase every trace after intense 'work' and hit the reset button.
This was the heart of Blue Sky.
My Post-Nut Clarity space—the real 'workspace' where all the company's wealth and future were conceived and produced.
In this fully prepared 'workspace,' I came face-to-face with today's star, Choi Yang.
"Oh, right—your period isn't today, is it?"
It was a pretty bold thing to say to a virgin like Choi Yang.
But after she'd watched me go at it with Yura and Chaewon every time,
and I'd made her play cum-rag more than once lately,
there was no need to stand on ceremony now.
To my casual toss of a question, Choi Yang—who had zero guy experience but didn't flinch—lazily undid the top button of her blouse and shot back.
Her expression was utterly cynical.
"If it's my period, you won't do it?"
That challenging glint in her eyes.
She must've thought 'period' was her last shield.
I smirked and replied.
"Yeah. If it's your period, we'll skip the pussy and use your ass instead."
"Ah..."
A short sigh escaped Choi Yang's lips. It wasn't shock or fear.
It was the face of someone realizing too late, 'Oh, variables like that don't faze this guy at all.'
In that moment, Choi Yang realized once more.
There was no such thing as 'no' here...
The question wasn't 'do it or not.'
It was always just 'how to do it.'
I lounged on the edge of the bed, unzipped, pulled out my cock, and started lightly stroking it.
Shaking my hardening dick right in her face, I jerked my chin at her in command.
"Strip."
Instead of answering, Choi Yang let out a long sigh, like the whole world bored her to death.
But her body started moving.
It wasn't a seductive striptease.
More like the weary motions of a secretary grudgingly carrying out a humiliating task.
She undid her blouse buttons one by one.
There was no sexiness in her touch.
It was emotionless, mechanical—like assembling parts on a conveyor belt.
Finally, with all the buttons undone, the blouse slipped limply off her shoulders and crumpled on the floor.
158cm of petite height.
Her skinny frame gave off a sharp edge, just like her twisted personality.
Next came the bra.
Instead of turning her back to unhook it, she leaned forward—as if refusing to show us her back—and reached behind her.
A click, and the straps of her black bra loosened.
As the shoulder straps fell, her small breasts came into view.
No fullness, but firm and pretty-shaped, fitting her youthful body.
The nipples at the tips weren't hard from shame or arousal—they stiffened from the cool air in the room.
Choi Yang's hands went to the skirt zipper next.
Ziiiip—the sharp sound cut through the silence.
The H-line skirt slid down her thighs with gravity, pooling on the floor like a puddle the same color.
Now, only one final piece of underwear remained on her body.
That last white cotton panty.
The only scrap of fabric shielding her virginity.
She hesitated for a moment. But then, as if resolved, she hooked both thumbs into the waistband.
And like someone who'd given up on everything, she slowly—but without pause—pulled it down to her calves.
Finally, everything was exposed.
Beneath that final barrier, it was neat.
Thick pubic hair trimmed into a perfect straight line, like it was measured with a ruler.
Just as artificial and calculated as her cynical personality.
Now fully naked, she looked down at me expressionlessly.
Her eyes seemed to say, 'There. Happy? This is what you wanted, right?'
Not anger, not shame.
The cold, empty gaze of someone who'd transcended it all.
Gripping my now fully swollen cock more roughly, I flashed a satisfied smile and beckoned her.
"Come here and suck it."
Choi Yang stared at me for a second, then slowly climbed onto the bed and knelt before me, as if resigning to her fate.
Without hesitation, she unbuckled my belt, unzipped me.
With practiced hands, she tugged my pants and underwear down to my knees.
The motions carried the honed efficiency from months of 'cleanup' duty—no wasted moves.
This was our first time facing off properly on the bed, not me in a chair or on the sofa, yet she didn't falter.
She even gripped my thighs firmly with both hands and spread them apart.
And then, as if perfectly remembering my tastes,
she started licking slowly from below my upright cock—from the balls first.
"Ngh..."
Her soft, warm tongue tickling the sensitive spot sent a pleasant shiver up my spine.
This girl really was a genius.
No one taught her—she'd honed this skill herself, purely to survive and earn even a scrap of praise from me.
She licked every inch of my balls, then took them into her mouth, sucking gently with soft pressure.
As my mind reeled from the stimulation, her hot mouth finally engulfed my entire cock.
This was leagues beyond her usual 'handling' it.
Back then it was obligation; now, it felt like her ambition to prove herself as a 'partner,' conveyed through the tip of her tongue.
I grinned in ecstasy, gently grabbing a fistful of her hair as she devotedly worked my cock.
"Your technique's improved, huh? You're pretty good now."
At my praise, Choi Yang pulled off for a moment and exhaled hot breath.
"Haa... slurp... ha... I've always been a quick learner."
"Is cock-sucking talent still talent?"
"......"
I enjoyed her service for a bit longer, then decided to move to the next stage.
"I'll loosen up your pussy, so turn your ass my way."
At my words, she stopped, climbed over me as I lay back against the bed.
She positioned her ass over my face, then bent at the waist to resume sucking my cock.
Perfect 69 position.
Right above my face, Choi Yang's brand-new virgin pussy hovered boldly.
"Hoo..."
I let out a deep breath from the dual pleasure assaulting me from above and below, and leisurely inspected the untouched prize before my eyes.
Beneath the neatly straight-trimmed bush, her pussy had an impressive shape.
Hard to believe on her 158cm skinny frame—the outer labia were plump and thick.
That meaty flesh sealed the inner labia perfectly, without a single gap, like tightly closed clam meat.
This was the look of a legendary pussy.
I couldn't resist and slowly parted the plump outer labia with two fingers.
The soft skin parted easily, revealing the deep pink flesh hidden inside.
The virgin mucosa was fresh and hot.
But what caught my eye was something else.
Unlike the deep pink inner flesh, the wing-like inner labia were a pale brown, not the innocent pink of youth.
Look at this girl...
No sex experience, but evidence she'd done everything else solo.
How lonely must she have rubbed herself for a virgin pussy to already ripen to this color?
I flicked my tongue at her small clit, and her hips twitched.
Even while sucking my cock, she reacted honestly to the stimulation below.
"Hngh..."
I smiled in satisfaction.
A ripe fruit—you sniff the aroma before devouring it.
Planning happily in my head how to cook this prime ingredient, I pressed my tongue fully against her pale brown flesh.
The taste on my tongue
was nothing like Yura or Chaewon's sultry flavor.
A faint saltiness like premium sea salt, well-washed, mixed with the fresh green scent of unripe fruit.
The pure, clean taste of a spotless virgin pussy—no off-notes.
Savoring it, I delved slowly inward.
The entrance was narrow and firm, as expected.
And then, my tongue tip finally reached it.
The final gateway proving her virginity: the hymen.
I didn't rush.
Careful not to tear it, nice and gentle.
I stood my tongue tip to softly scrape the thin membrane's surface, subtly pressing toward the unknown space beyond.
The first invasion of a sanctuary never stimulated before.
"Hngh...!"
Her back arched like a bow.
Her mouth stopped its mechanical sucking, a choked moan bursting from her throat.
Like electrocuted, her whole body began trembling faintly.
The virgin's first reaction, forcibly hidden behind her cynical mask.
Basking in satisfaction, I waited until her shaking subsided.
I pressed my tongue to her tender flesh again.
She reacted even more violently this time.
Forgetting to suck my cock, she just writhed, leaking meaningless moans like "Hnn, ngh, ah..."
At some point, I realized her sensitivity was unnaturally high.
Way more intense reactions than Yura, who's now cock-conditioned pussy fodder.
A virgin feeling it this much? ...Am I getting scammed?
The thought crossed my mind.
This cunning girl might be overacting to win me over or end this quick.
I stopped and spread her outer labia wide with my fingers again.
Peering obsessively inside.
There it was, plain as day.
The thin, translucent membrane blocking the vaginal entrance.
Unmistakable virgin proof.
"Heh heh..."
I couldn't help but laugh.
This was real.
It felt like discovering a massive uncut diamond in a gem mine, never found before.
A perfect new product with innate talent.
With a confident smile, I decided not to stop at tasting this 'special item' that would soon be crafted into the ultimate legendary pussy by my hands.
Time to explore the interior firsthand.
I pulled my tongue from her tender flesh and brought my index finger instead.
The entrance, slick with her juices and my saliva, was ready for a finger.
"Hngh...!"
As my finger pushed through the entrance, her shoulders jerked sharply again.
Concentrating to avoid tearing her hymen, I eased it in slowly, carefully.
The sensation of the thin membrane stretching softly around my finger.
Breaking through that resistance, the moment my first knuckle fully entered her, I couldn't hide my amazement.
This... was pressure on another level.
Yura's pussy clenched technically, like well-trained muscle.
Chaewon's, even after childbirth, softly enveloped me.
But Choi Yang's insides swallowed my finger with primal force beyond them all.
Hot, tight, dense.
Like a velvet-packed cave, the seamless soft walls writhed alive against every motion.
Countless folds caressed each segment of my finger, asserting their presence.
Any twitch, and the walls contracted like they'd been waiting, sucking pressure pulling deeper.
"Haa, ngh... President... wait a sec..."
Forgetting my cock entirely, she panted desperately, mumbling pleas.
Her cynical mask was gone.
Just a trembling female, lost in her first internal stimulation.
With a satisfied smile, I pushed my finger a bit deeper—to claim her first experience fully as mine.