Wonderful Days (3)
“Nngh...! Hnng... Mmph...!”
Seohae curled up like a small herbivore, her ass taking relentless impacts from Yuchan’s hips. She clamped a hand over her mouth, desperately stifling her moans. It wasn’t just the shame of those sounds escaping her own lips—it was knowing Yuchan heard every one that made her hold her breath. Of course, such efforts only worked in the early stages of sex. As things grew rougher, as her body was thoroughly ravaged by his cock, she’d forget all about it and scream in broken wails.
“Such a sweet voice you have when you cry.”
“Hff... D-don’t... say that... ❤”
Yuchan, who knew her inner turmoil all too well, zeroed in on it with pinpoint precision. Seohae, who always responded promptly no matter what, opened her mouth to reply—and accidentally bit her tongue.
“It’s cute and lovely, so why not?”
“Haah... haah... hnng...”
Her pale back shuddered with pleasure. Seohae’s body had beautiful lines overall, but the curve where her pelvis met her waist was exquisite. “You like it when I grind here, don’t you, Seohae?”
Puberty was when metabolism peaked, and Seohae, fresh out of that phase, had an unusually high baseline. Her body ran hot, so slipping inside her felt like her lower half might melt his cock entirely. Yuchan welcomed this trait; it amplified the pleasure immensely.
He pressed down on her pubic bone to keep her ass from lifting, then snapped his hips upward.
“Haaang... Eek... Th-there... nooo... aaang...”
Her attempt to muffle herself backfired as her voice grew louder. Yuchan teased playfully. “Where’s ‘there’?”
“Seohae’s... baby room... entrance... haang... it’s weak there... more... more... poke it deeper...!”
Her body writhed lewdly as her cervix took direct hits. Her slack jaw spilled words no one would associate with the pure Seohae—filthy pleas straight from a fever dream. A single strike to her cervix always triggered those telltale spasms from her inner walls, clenching so tight it felt like folds were surging in from her urethra. Her pussy gripped him in waves, squeezing every inch, which made it all the more enjoyable for Yuchan.
“Yes! Good... haaaang... ❤”
As he pressed against her cervix, Seohae shook her hips like a switch had flipped. But pinned on her knees with her pubic bone held down, she could barely move. Even if she could thrust freely, it wouldn’t amount to much—Yuchan knew that. Seohae’s motor skills were hopelessly poor; no amount of hip-shaking lessons stuck.
“Heeek...!! Haaaang... Nngkuuut... C-can’t... hold on much longer...”
Her clumsy ass-wiggles weren’t much by way of compensation, but watching her raw, inexperienced form had its own appeal. The position made her cool soles brush his balls with every thrust—scorching pussy above, chilled feet below, like a half-hot, half-cold bath for his cock.
“Haht... Hoo... Wah...! G-gonna... cum... cumming cumming... kuut... ❤”
Her ass thrashed like it was on fire until ecstasy crashed over her. Her narrow shoulders quivered in chills as her tight, fresh pussy convulsed. Schlurp! Schlurp! No exaggeration—her spasming walls sucked onto him like suction cups, clinging wetly. Even her pristine little asshole fluttered in sympathy between her cheeks. She’d nearly leaped like a startled cat, but as the fireworks faded, she surrendered to the aftershocks, her twitching pussy savoring his shaft’s texture.
“Hngik... Hn... hn... ❤”
Yuchan eyed her pale-pink chrysanthemum of an anus and smacked his lips in mild regret. This hole was off-limits. Given their height difference, “developing” it was out of the question—full reconstruction might be needed for anal. He had no time or interest for that anyway. Her natural masterpiece pussy left little to complain about, but her frailty limited their play options, which nagged at him. To maximize enjoyment from her unpredictable tenure, durability was key.
Yuchan pondered deeply, gaze fixed on her trembling ass.
If he couldn’t expand the physical repertoire, maybe soft perversions like roleplay would do. Seohae always rose to any embarrassing scenario with desperate enthusiasm. Yuchan usually preferred manifesting situations over half-hearted theater, but under these constraints, it seemed like harmless fun.
He lounged comfortably on the bed, watching Seohae’s tense expression. Her grave stare met his after a simple command: ‘I’ve been doing all the work lately, so lead today. Like a grown-up, skilled woman.’
From her view, it was irrefutable—he’d outlasted her multiple times over. His dominant style left no room for her initiative, and while he came once or twice, she’d arched in bliss at least fivefold each round. He was the beast in motion; she just lay there, receiving—except when climaxing.
She’d resisted at first, predictably swayed soon after.
“Ahem... S-so, shall we start?”
“Whenever you’re ready. You’re leading, remember? I’ll just lie here, cock hard for you.”
Seohae swallowed hard. Easy to say, but naked Yuchan lying still left her clueless. Start with stroking? She crawled on her knees to his cock, hand wrapping his slick glans, coated in her juices.
“What’s this even...?”
“Roleplay, I said. Same old routine gets boring.”
“Roleplay... Adults have everything.”
Her faintly stunned look suggested it was beyond her imagination.
“Stop nitpicking and get on with it.”
“O-okay! I’m a grown-up now too, so don’t freak if I’m too good!”
She took a deep breath before Yuchan’s grinning face, gripped his shaft, stroked firmly, and whispered in a husky attempt: “Wanna be... secret friends with Seohae, Uncle?”
To correct: a voice straining for sultriness. The quiver at word-ends and awkward phrasing killed any sexiness—like watching an infamously bad actor.
Yuchan bit his lip to stifle laughter. One chuckle, and this delightful show would end.
“Like this... right?”
“Focus more. You can’t just say one line and quit.”
“...My face is burning.”
Of course it was embarrassing. Seohae was a fresh flower, barely deflowered a week ago—even now, his cock in broad light flushed her crimson. Yuchan was the seasoned playboy by contrast. Leading like a vixen before him felt like demanding wrinkles from a pupa.
“So... how’s my handjob?”
“Feels so good you’ll be shocked.”
“R-really?”
Her joyful gaze soured into a pout at his upturned lips—like he was humoring a child. If it truly felt good, that leisurely tone wouldn’t slip out. By his standards, it fell short.
“Hyaap!”
Fired up, Seohae seized his rod and engulfed the head. Hamster-cheeked, she poked it against her inner walls, glancing up slyly. “My... fellatio, fellatio-whatever...? How’s it? Melting your cock, right?”
Schlurp schlurp. Her head bobbed. Awkward at first, but competitive fire ignited. She’d wring moans from him yet.
“Hlerp... Churrup... Pffft...”
Air hissed and saliva sloshed in the tight seal, no teeth grazing as she targeted his sensitive spots. Jaw ached from his size, but weakness meant defeat. Payback time against her daily tormentor.
“Haa... So hard and throbbing? Poor thing... Wanna cum quick?”
Her clumsy acting merged with true desire as she sucked. She wanted it inside. Pinned tight to Uncle, hot fucking. Fingertips teased his balls softly while her tongue lapped from base to glans underside relentlessly. This sturdy cock plunging deep, stabbing her womb till she shrieked bliss.
“If you want it that bad... guess I’ll feed Uncle’s cock to Seohae’s premium grip-pussy...”
Her bloodshot-eyed stare embarrassed even Yuchan. He’d hoped for more flustered hesitation, but lust had banished shame.
Trembling hands aligned his glans to her entrance. Saliva-slick cock rubbed her glistening slit—like grinding into warm glutinous rice cake.
“Ha... ht... hak!”
Tszup. Labia parted as the head eased in; Seohae rolled her eyes white, savoring it. “Oo... ah... ❤”
His tip kissed her crouched cervix, and she froze—like a malfunction. She’d managed insertion, but motion? Terrifying in this shaky cowgirl perch. Straightening without knees would impale her—his length forbade it.
“H-how’s... c-cock...!”
Even now, she piped up—and squeaked off-key.
“N-now lower your hips... hauk...”
Yuchan’s slight buck sent her bouncing like a thumbtack chair. Cock slipped free; her pooled nectar splattered the sheets.
“What’s wrong?”
“M-moving’s cheating! Scared me...”
“You moved too deliciously for that. Slam those hips down hard.”
“I’d die—gut-pierced...”
Yuchan rose, embracing her whining waist. She sighed hotly despite herself.
“Cute show’s over. Time to make you feel good.”
Feeling her plump ass and pussy anew, Yuchan readied for another round.