Senior's Glasses
Senior and I lay side by side on the bed, facing each other.
Even as her hand massaged me, my eyes never left hers for a second.
Her soft touch slid lower and gently cupped my balls. The delicate sensation of them nestled between her small fingers transmitted itself to me completely.
As if she meant to torment me, Senior carefully watched every change in my expression that followed each stroke of stimulation.
I said nothing. I simply felt the hand rubbing my lower body and pressed myself closer—body and face—until we were almost touching.
Before long our lips hovered a breath apart.
We lingered there, so close it was almost a kiss and almost not, each waiting for the other to close the final distance. The brush of her lips against mine itched so badly I wanted to scratch it with my hand right then.
But there was no need to use my hands.
Our lips began to rub against the places that itched.
That first kiss of ours grew more intense with every passing second.
Mmm… nngh…
I lightly bit her lip, swept my tongue across her gums, and drank in her saliva.
Even while we kissed, Senior never let go of my shaft. Not to be outdone, I reached for her sex.
At first I rubbed her through her clothes; then, matching her reactions, I slipped my hand inside her panties.
The slick, soaked feel of Senior’s pussy met my fingertips. Using only that sensation I stirred her folds this way and that, mapping every contour.
“Nngh… mmm… chuu… ssup… hah…”
We traded endless kisses while never once stopping the caress of each other’s sex.
Whenever I found one of her sensitive spots, her legs began to twine around mine.
Bit by bit, little by little, I was learning Senior’s body.
Fresh from the shower, a faint shampoo scent rose from her. Her hair was still damp and soft. It looked so sexy I could hardly stand it.
I had always thought her slightly long bob suited her best, yet a shorter cut would look good on her too.
There was only one regret.
Because of the fierce kissing she wasn’t wearing her glasses.
“Hah… hah… Senior, can you put your glasses on while we do this?”
“You pervert…”
I rubbed her clitoris hard with my fingertip so she couldn’t refuse.
Hurry up and put them on!
“Nngh… fine, I’ll wear them… ah… just don’t… only there…”
Her reaction was so cute I cranked up the intensity until my hand nearly cramped, as if a motor were attached to my fingers.
The stimulation must have been strong; Senior twisted and writhed. The blanket that had covered us earlier had long since slid down to our feet, and the hand that had been massaging me fell away.
She reacted as violently as a virgin feeling another person’s touch for the first time.
“Senior. Has it been a while?”
“Ah… haa… of course it’s been a while. Who else would I have done it with… nngh…”
Senior had been single ever since I joined the company. From the bits I overheard during relationship talks, it had been about two years since she broke up with her last boyfriend.
Had she really spent two whole years without a man in the prime of her mid-twenties?
I was dying of curiosity, but I had no intention of asking something like that.
Even if she had slept with another man last night, what mattered now was making her think only of me.
What I really wanted to know was something else.
When had Senior first started wanting me? Had she ever touched herself thinking of me?
I hesitated, then decided to ask after I was already inside her. Better to cut off any escape route first; otherwise the mood might turn awkward in an instant.
“I’m taking these off now.”
“Mm…”
Senior had been wearing a comfortable T-shirt and hot pants. The moment had come to see her completely naked.
I already had a rough idea of her figure from the C-rank suit she wore when we entered the dungeon together. But how could that compare to bare skin?
I slipped the hand that had been caressing her pussy free and used both hands to pull her T-shirt upward.
The oversized black boxy tee had hidden it, but Senior wasn’t wearing a bra.
So she was already fully prepared to do it with me. Naughty Senior.
Her figure wasn’t especially voluptuous. Compared to Awoken women she might fall short in several ways. Yet to my eyes her body looked unbelievably erotic.
Maybe it was because she smelled like a real person. Or maybe older women were simply my type. Or maybe it was because the Senior I had always respected was now showing me this shy, bare self.
After peeling off the T-shirt I immediately moved my hands to her waist, hooked both the hot pants and panties at once, and pulled them down.
Very, very slowly.
Little by little her most private place began to enter my field of vision.
Embarrassed, Senior reached down to stop me from removing her panties, but I knew it was only a gesture; she had no real intention of keeping them on.
Still, that bashful reaction only made the whole situation more lewd. A man always prefers a woman who pretends to resist over one who just lies there like a stone and says, “Go ahead and strip me.”
Just as the upper part of her pussy was about to come into view, I lowered my head and pressed my lips to her stomach.
I kissed her with loud, wet smacks.
The stimulation made Senior release the panties and grab my head hard instead. Every time my lips touched her, her belly tensed and fluttered.
From her navel my kisses traveled lower and lower. At the same time her bottoms slid down past her thighs until my mouth arrived at the exposed area around her pussy.
Chuu, chuu, chup, chuuop.
I kissed her lower belly, her thighs, her pubic bone, gradually moving toward the center.
The closer I got to her pussy, the more violently Senior reacted.
“Ah—no. Not there. You can’t put your mouth… there…”
Senior might be better than me at everything else, but when it came to sex she clearly didn’t know a thing.
No matter how much you say that right now, Senior, not a single man on earth is going to stop.
Was it really true she hadn’t been with a man for so long? I had half-doubted it. Surely she had at least flirted with someone. But two full years of sleeping alone?
Chuuap—!
My lips finally met Senior’s pussy.
Thanks to the thorough fingering earlier it was already dripping wet. I began to suck, lightly at first, then harder and harder.
“Hyaaaaaah!”
Until now Senior had spoken softly and kept her moans as quiet as possible. For the first time she couldn’t hold back; a true cry of pleasure burst from deep inside her. Startled, she hurriedly clamped a hand over her own mouth.
Ah—right. This was a one-room village; if she got too loud the neighbors would hear everything.
But I wanted to make her even louder.
So what if the next room hears? No Awoken lives in a neighborhood like this. Even if someone comes to complain, with my ability they’ll be the ones apologizing and leaving first.
It was only eleven o’clock anyway—not that late.
Using only the muscles of my lips I gently nipped at her labia. Every time I did, Senior’s body bucked hard, and the sight only tempted me further.
I wanted to wreck her completely.
I wanted every single thing I did to gift her pleasure so intense she would go crazy for me.
While my tongue tormented her clitoris I straightened two fingers and pushed them into her vagina.
Senior’s lower body trembled violently.
No, no—refusing is useless, Senior. I can’t stop now.
“Khh… I don’t… want that… hyaah…”
Her mouth above said no, yet her lower hole clamped tightly around my fingers.
She seemed wet enough now; I wanted to put myself inside her soon.
The pants I was wearing were actually Senior’s, so they were far too small. My lower half had felt half-numb from poor circulation, but I finally yanked them off completely. The T-shirt was also tight, yet I decided to leave it on—too much trouble to take off.
The moment I exposed myself, Senior stared fixedly at my cock.
How do you like the view?
I proudly carried my fully erect length between her spread thighs.
“I’m going in.”
“Mm… come in.”
As always I rubbed the head up and down against her entrance first. When she was squirming with need I slowly pushed inside.
Because I had soaked her thoroughly beforehand, I slid in smoothly—yet her inner walls immediately began to contract hard, squeezing me tight.
I had felt it with my fingers earlier too; the sensation was excellent.
I slowly rolled my hips and looked down at Senior’s face as she lay on the bed.
“Nngh… hah… ahh…”
I cupped one of her small breasts and kept snapping my hips. Then, noticing she still wasn’t wearing her glasses, I pulled out.
“Haa… haa… Senior, put your glasses on for me.”
“Mm… okay. Okay, so hurry and put it back in.”
She reached out, put the discarded glasses back on, and looked up at me.
Yes—glasses suited Senior best of all. More than anything I loved that cool, intellectual face.
Judging purely by looks she belonged more as the secretary of some conglomerate chairman than at our company—a slightly cold, urban, refined face.
When she had used that face to firmly control the temperamental Awoken, I had felt tremendous charisma.
And now that same Senior was lying naked beneath me, looking up at me.
Ah… just imagining it had been erotic, yet here it was reality.
Even in the middle of sex I wanted to fuck Senior more. Deeper, harder, stronger.
I sped up the snap of my hips, driving in as if I meant to pierce all the way through her.
Creak, creak—Senior’s old bed began to cry as if it would break, keeping rhythm with the wet slap of our bodies.
“Hyaang, hah… haang… too… rough… Junghyeok… ahh… nngh…”
“Hah… hah… Senior… hah…”
I poured every ounce of strength into my hips. The tip of my cock kissed and separated from the entrance of her womb again and again, delivering a grotesque pleasure.
I straightened my back, seized both of her ankles in my hands, rose onto my knees, planted my feet on the mattress, and took a squat-like position—the same posture a woman uses when she pees.
In that stance I could bury myself to the very root inside Senior’s pussy.
The longer I kept thrusting, the more insane pain flooded the backs of my thighs and lower back—yet the pleasure racing through my cock was stronger still.
At this rate I was going to cum inside her.
“Nngh… hah… no… Junghyeok. Inside… ahh… you can’t…”
“Ugh…”
Pshuuut! Pshuut.
At the last possible second I yanked free and sprayed across her entire body. The jets of semen landed on her belly, her breasts, and even her face.
My cum was dripping down her glasses.
Ah… I had wanted to finish in her mouth, but I got too excited.
The Synchronization Rate with Senior stopped at seventeen percent.
“Haa… haa… huuh… were you that starved? You came so much…”
“Hah… hah… Senior looked way hungrier than me…”
“Well, it’s been two years since I did it with a man…”
“With a man? Then what about with a woman?”
“What kind of thing is that to say?!”
“Haha… just wondering. Then… did you do it alone?”
“……”
Really? Alone?
I had heard women did that too, but it still surprised me.
The sex just now had felt like I was the only one going wild. Senior might not have properly orgasmed.
So I brought my fingers back to her pussy and began rubbing gently again.
“Haang… ahh… nngh…”
She didn’t refuse and kept moaning; clearly she still needed more.
I had no intention of leaving Senior as just another ordinary Awoken, so I began attacking her more aggressively.
At this rate the points would be insufficient.
While she continuously spilled soft cries I threw a mischievous question at her.
“Senior, do you masturbate often?”
“Nngh… haang… what are you asking… hah…”
I suddenly stopped the hand that had been massaging her pussy.
If you want more, answer me, Senior.