Seunghee's First Time (1)
It was a surprisingly gentle kiss. Seunghee didn't really resist, either. There was the typical virgin tension, but no outright rejection.
“Mmph…!”
With her eyes squeezed shut, lips puckered tightly, and breath held as if her life depended on it, Seunghee trembled violently as she received the kiss. Her innocent reaction almost made me laugh out loud. I worried that if I dragged it out too long, she might actually pass out. With that ridiculous thought in mind, I pulled my lips away a little earlier than planned.
“Ah…”
After finishing that painfully clumsy first kiss, I waited until Seunghee could catch the breath she'd been holding. She blinked at me, her eyes still glistening with the tears she'd shed moments ago. I cupped her cheek and gently wiped the corner of her eye with my thumb. Seunghee, who had been frozen stiff, finally let out a small, relieved breath.
“W-why… did you…?”
“Did you hate it?”
“I… I didn't hate it, but…”
It was exactly the reaction I'd expected. I really am trash, aren't I? There's nothing easier than seducing a girl who's lost her anchor. Especially someone like Seunghee, who had almost no experience with men. Normally, if I wasn't planning to take full responsibility, I shouldn't have laid a hand on her.
“You said you wanted to date a normal guy like your friends, right?”
Naive girls fall in love easily and convince themselves that their clumsy feelings are 'true love.' And that belief is ridiculously stubborn. No matter how much of a scumbag the guy is, no matter how much people around her try to stop her, she won't waver. That's how a good girl ends up completely handing over her body and heart to a bad man after falling for fake love.
Just like the woman right in front of me—Han Seunghee.
“W-well… that's true, but…”
What I said was subtly different from what Seunghee had said, but she didn't call me out on it. She probably didn't have the mental energy left to think that far. Without any resistance to the drug, her mind was already completely paralyzed.
“People kiss even if they're not dating, right? Normal friends do that.”
“Ah.”
Drawing the line was important. Even if a guy was only thinking about a one-night stand, a girl's brain would already assume they were in a relationship. I couldn't let her have that misunderstanding.
“R-right… Even if we're not dating, people still kiss sometimes…”
Seunghee looked confused. She'd agreed with her words, but she didn't truly mean it. In Seunghee's head, 'kiss = something only lovers do.' In other words, to her, 'we kissed = we're dating now.' But if she said that out loud, she'd sound old-fashioned, so she forced herself to agree with me. In this day and age, that kind of rigid thinking was practically a cultural heritage.
“I have someone I like, so I can't date you, Seunghee.”
“Ugh…”
“Still, when I saw you crying, I just… wanted to do this.”
“…To comfort me?”
“Maybe.”
“You're just a player.”
Seunghee glared at me accusingly. But there was no disgust in her eyes. This was going to be easy. The reason I'd misunderstood Seunghee before was because of this exact rigid way of thinking.
Right after Seungpil died, when she'd asked me, “Will you go out with me?” I'd assumed she wanted to become my girlfriend and gain the upper hand in our relationship. But that wasn't it. In Seunghee's mind, she couldn't do anything sexual unless we were 'at least' dating. So she'd asked to date first. Not like some cunning K-drama heroine, but with the pure heart of an old-school shojo manga protagonist.
But I'd been so tainted by women who weren't like that that I'd completely misread her.
“Yeah…”
Before Seunghee could escape her confusion, I kissed her again. This time it was a step up—a kiss where I gently sucked on her lips. It was still basically just a peck, but for Seunghee, this was probably the perfect level of stimulation.
“Um… excuse me?”
Despite seeming unhappy about it, Seunghee had been quietly accepting the kiss until she pulled away and asked.
“What?”
“…Aren't you touching me too much?”
Just as Seunghee said, my hand had slipped under the blanket and was groping her body. Though really, I'd only touched her shoulder and back so far.
“Yeah. Did you hate it?”
“O-of course I hate it!”
“Okay. Then I won't.”
I pulled both hands out from under the blanket to show her, meaning I wouldn't do it if she didn't want me to. Seunghee's expression softened with relief when she saw I wasn't going to force it.
“But can I still kiss you?”
“Eh…”
Without waiting for an answer, I kissed her again. Seunghee turned her chin to avoid it, but I caught her and kissed her a bit more insistently.
Chup. Chuuup.
Seunghee didn't resist anymore. She closed her eyes and quietly shared the kiss with me. She wasn't exactly enthusiastic, but she wasn't completely passive either. She was accepting the kiss in her own way.
“It's cold. Let me borrow some blanket.”
While Seunghee was distracted by the kiss, I slipped under the covers too. Naturally, our naked bodies pressed together.
“Ah…!”
Seunghee reflexively tried to pull away from me. I wrapped my arm around her back so she couldn't escape.
“U-um? Hey?”
“Don't call me 'hey.'”
“T-then what should I—ah!”
I pulled her closer, hugging her tightly. Our body heat mingled. Seunghee crossed her arms over her chest, trying to keep her breasts from touching me. Thanks to that, both her hands were effectively sealed and couldn't do anything. I hugged her anyway, arms and all.
Her body was far more delicate than I'd imagined. She was naturally thin, with almost no muscle to speak of. She felt so fragile that it seemed like she might break if I applied even a little pressure. But no matter how weak she was, she was still a woman. There would be no problem taking a man inside her.
“Um…”
“Shh.”
Still holding her, I silenced her with another kiss. Seunghee looked flustered but didn't actively resist. She just floundered, not knowing what to do. Now that we'd come this far, all I had to do was keep pushing.
“H-hey! Wait, just wait a second!”
My hand that had been stroking her back slid down and touched her butt. Seunghee jolted in my arms and squirmed. But there was nothing she could do to stop my hand.
“Ah, um, that—your hand, your hand—ah…!”
It was a cute little ass. It had a feminine charm, but she really should gain a bit more weight. Since Seunghee and I were going to have a long relationship.
“Did you hate it?”
“Of course I did!”
Did she think I'd stop if she said she hated it? Of course I had every intention of going all the way.
“Sorry. You were so cute that I wanted to touch you.”
“T-that's not… ah.”
My hand naturally moved forward. To a woman's most secret place. To Seunghee's pussy.
“W-wait, seriously wait—ah!”
The soft downy hair at my fingertips. And the slightly wet petals beneath. While its owner was only panicking, her pussy had already begun preparing to accept a man. At the long-awaited contact, the soft flesh trembled with joy.
I used my middle and ring fingers to slowly stroke along the valley between her petals.
“Ah! Aah!”
“Shh. You'll wake Mom.”
“Mmmh, ngh…!”
At my warning, Seunghee bit her lip and held back her voice. If she really hated it, she could've just screamed and woken Mom up. The fact that she didn't meant it was okay to assume she liked it, right?
“Just leave it to me. I'll make you forget all the bad things.”
“B-but… ah…”
I began seriously working on her pussy. At first, Seunghee rubbed her thighs together to block my invading hand. But once she accepted the pleasure even once, her flimsy defenses crumbled in an instant.
“Ngh… mmmh…!”
I'd kissed and sucked her there before, but this was different. Back then, there had at least been the excuse of a mission. This, on the other hand, was purely to release our mutual desires. That fact was making Seunghee even more confused. There was no mission, so there was no need to do this. She had to strongly refuse. The reason telling her she must refuse. The desire wanting her to accept it anyway. To completely shatter the reason caught between them, I pressed my thumb firmly against Seunghee's clitoris.
“Hah…!”
A pitiful breath escaped her parted lips. The caress from someone else's hand—something she'd never felt before. The stimulation far beyond anything she'd imagined gradually paralyzed Seunghee's reason.
“Seunghee really is beautiful.”
They say a woman's true face comes out when she's panting in a man's arms. In that sense, Seunghee was definitely a beauty. If the man who took her first time had truly loved her, he might have loved her until the day he died.
Too bad it was me.
“Mmph…”
Seunghee didn't seem to like my compliment very much. She just bit her lower lip and glared at me resentfully. The look in her eyes clearly said, 'I definitely refused!'
“Sorry. I couldn't hold back.”
“…………You're too much…”
Even the way she desperately tried not to look like she was feeling it was charming. It was cute. Especially after all the prickly attitude she'd shown until now. I buried my face in the crook of her neck to hide my smile. If we weren't making eye contact, maybe she'd feel less need to hide it.
“Ah…”
I licked her neck, then kissed her collarbone. My left hand continued caressing her pussy while my right hand moved to her breast. My fingertips found a nipple that had hardened into a stiff peak. For something so small, it was quite arrogant—just like its owner. I decided to pinch it lightly to teach it some manners.
“Ah! That hurts!”
Seunghee pinched my side in retaliation. She still had some fight left in her. But it didn't hurt at all.
“Sorry. I'll lick it better.”
“N-no thanks! Eep!”
I ignored Seunghee's words and moved lower. There, on the small hill, was a cute, protruding, pale pink bud. I took it between my lips and into my mouth. I could hear her protesting from above, but I ignored all of it.
“Ah, um, this is really weird. Stop now… ah…”
I sucked and licked her immature nipple, flicking it with my tongue and pressing it, tormenting it with focus. My hand never stopped moving either. I could feel my fingers growing wetter as I caressed her pussy.
“Haa, aah, aah…”
Seunghee's moans were gradually becoming more sticky. She couldn't hide that she was feeling it anymore. Still, she'd held out pretty long, all things considered.
“H-hey? Hey? Ah, ah, hey! Aah!”
Her voice grew more urgent. She even grabbed my wrist with both hands, trying to pull the hand away from her pussy. But her strength was ridiculously weak. She probably couldn't even pull out a weed. There was no way she could stop a healthy man's hand.
“Aah! Aah, ah…!!”
After the persistent caressing, Seunghee finally reached her first orgasm.
“Mmmh, mmmmmngh!!”
Her waist jerked and twitched as she curled in on herself. She clenched her teeth to hold back the sound, but faint moans still leaked out. Having achieved my first goal, I paused my hand and waited for Seunghee to calm down.
“Haa, haat, haat.”
After one violent spasm passed, Seunghee began to steady her breathing. She glared at me resentfully. But the resentment in her eyes was the kind that carried affection. She really was inexperienced. She couldn't hide the fact that her heart had been stolen by what we'd just done.
“I really… told you not to…”
Did she think it was over? Her voice carried a languid sense of relief. Of course, I had no intention of stopping after just once. I didn't want to fail like I had with Mom.
“W-wait a second?”
My hand slipped between Seunghee's legs once more. But while she'd let her guard down for a moment, my hand had already settled back into place.
“Ah, aah…!”
Seunghee's pussy was still inexperienced, but after one orgasm it had softened considerably. From the second one onward, it would probably be much easier.
“H-hey! Heyyyyy?!”
Seunghee's hell of orgasms was only just beginning.