Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Na-young's First Experience
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After coming back from the amusement park, all sorts of things had really been happening.
Hanging out with friends, sharing sweet, lovey-dovey dates with Ji-hoon, and watching Hira unnie gradually reveal her hidden beauty as she slimmed down and started looking prettier—every day was filled with nothing but joy.
Even so, Na-young had this oddly dissatisfied look on her face, sulking sullenly.
"Uuuung..."
And it made sense. They'd hugged, kissed—all the things lovers naturally do. But there was one final hurdle left: sex.
"I want to... have sex with Ji-hoon..."
People say boys in puberty are the most obsessed with sex.
But some insist girls are even more interested than boys.
As proof, perhaps—when Chae-yeon, Mi-jin, Eun-bi, and Na-young got together, their conversations were mostly about Ji-hoon, celebrities, and sex.
Sure, there were other topics, but those two dominated by far.
For reference, Chae-yeon—who watched porn a lot on the regular—was the one steering the talks.
So, innocent Na-young, who hadn't even known about sex before, naturally learned what it was and grew curious.
Chae-yeon's claim that lovers had to do it made Na-young's desire to try it with Ji-hoon swell bigger and bigger.
She felt like doing it would make their love even deeper than it already was, so greed took hold.
Na-young quietly walked down the hallway toward Ji-hoon's room.
The room's owner had said something about invested stocks or companies and that he'd be home late.
Na-young didn't care. She flopped face-down onto the bed where he slept, collapsing like she'd been knocked out.
"Definitely... like this..."
Having picked up some shallow knowledge from Chae-yeon, Na-young lay flat staring at the ceiling and cautiously moved her hand toward a certain spot.
Her hand touched the noticeably swollen chest and the space between her legs, more prominent than her peers'.
"Chae-yeon said it was definitely like this, right?"
Was this right? Doubts crept in, but she groped her breasts gently anyway.
Her hand between her legs also roamed wildly over her mound.
Smooth... smooth... swish.
The quiet room filled with the sounds of her hand rubbing against her clothes.
Masturbating for the first time—without proper knowledge, in secret from Ji-hoon, and in his room no less—felt intensely taboo.
"Eut... ut... aa... Does this... feel good for me...? I don't know, but I want to keep going..."
Was this tingling sensation what felt good? Na-young wasn't sure.
Still, the more she touched, the hotter and itchier her body got, begging for more.
"Haa... haa... eung... aang..."
Unable to endure the building pleasure, her lewd body trembled uncontrollably, her breaths growing ragged.
And from between her parted lips slipped faint moans.
"Feels... good..."
Still not entirely convinced.
But Na-young decided to settle on calling it pleasurable.
She tossed aside her interfering pajamas, going fully naked, but didn't stop the act.
"Ji-hoon... Ji-hoooon...!"
Imagining her beloved's face,
and pretending it was his hand instead of hers—the sensations amplified even more.
"Huuuung!"
Her hips arched up, drawing a bow as she squirted fluid.
"Ah, aaa..."
Na-young paled, realizing she'd made a mess like peeing—not even in her own room, but Ji-hoon's.
"W-what do I do!"
She scrambled off the bed in a panic, but the afterglow of pleasure was stronger than expected. Her legs gave out the moment her feet hit the floor, and she collapsed.
"Gotta... clean it up...!"
At least Mom and Dad weren't coming home tonight, which was a relief.
But Ji-hoon could come back anytime, so with trembling legs that wouldn't support her properly, Na-young forced herself up and somehow cleaned the room.
For the soaked sheets, she could just say she'd spilled something while eating.
"......"
She felt extra tired today.
Even more so, her lust raged stronger.
Na-young stared blankly at the freshly cleaned bed, then soon lay down again.
"Eung... J-Ji-hoon..."
Once more toying with her breasts and pussy, she sank into a masturbation trance.
Na-young was growing addicted to secretly masturbating in Ji-hoon's room without him knowing.
In her prime of rampant sexual desire, one taste of masturbation—the drug you could never quit.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ With today, all the urgent matters that needed wrapping up seemed finished.
Barring anything special, things should stay quiet for a while.
That meant some free time for me after my busier-than-average adult life lately.
"Ugh... finally home..."
I punched in the door lock code correctly and stepped inside.
The familiar home sights and scents welcomed me.
"I'm home."
I said it openly, like calling out to someone specific.
"Hm?"
Didn't she hear? I tried again, but still silence.
Normally, Na-young would come bounding over like a puppy bored in an empty house, desperately awaiting its owner—straight into my arms.
But not today. Weird.
First time this happened.
Tired of waiting and fell asleep?
I kicked off my shoes and shuffled tiredly inside.
Soon, Na-young's room came into view—lights all off.
Door wide open, letting me peek in: no sign of her, even if I rubbed my eyes.
She wasn't the type to go out late, so she must be in my room.
That explained the light leaking through the slightly ajar door ahead— not fully closed.
Hurry up, shower, change into pajamas, then cuddle up with exhausted, sleeping Na-young in bed. I quickened my steps with that plan.
But that thought evaporated fast.
"Eut... ut... haeung... ang... J-Ji-hoooon...!"
The closer I got to my room, the clearer Na-young's voice—and it sounded off.
What the hell was this sound?
Before regression, it was so familiar I heard it daily. With suspicions rising, I swallowed hard.
Then, I tiptoed quietly and peeked through the gap.
There she was: on my bed, clutching her perky breasts, kneading them while pinching and abusing the pink nipples at their centers.
Not stopping there—her hand shoved between her legs moved dexterously.
Her pajama bottoms hid the details, which was a shame.
Still, my pants strained to the limit.
'Na-young's... masturbating in my room?'
Unbelievable reality.
And this pure girl—when did she even learn to masturbate? Doing it so lewdly in someone else's room, behind my back? The scene felt utterly detached from reality; I rubbed my eyes in disbelief.
By my standards, she was still too young.
Too young, so reason kept insisting it wasn't time yet.
But now, that fragile thread of reason I'd barely held onto was about to snap.
Even if I wanted alone time, Na-young kept invading my room like it was hers, leaving me unable to relieve my pent-up lust.
To top it off, no free time lately with all the chaos.
And now this.
I caught her masturbating—nose buried in my underwear, moaning my name endlessly, tormenting her slutty body more lewdly than anyone. In my room, without me knowing.
What man could hold back and walk away?
I sure as hell couldn't.
I flung open the door, left slightly ajar.
Na-young, lost in masturbating while using me as her fantasy and desperately calling my name, jolted at the sudden open door and my appearance.
Realizing I'd caught her in the act, her face flushed beet red as she frantically pulled the blanket over herself.
Na-young seemed way more flustered than usual.
Makes sense. Caught masturbating—not just anywhere, but in someone else's room.
She gave an awkward smile, unable to meet my eyes.
"J-Ji... Ji-hoon... Y-you're back early? Heh, hehe..."
She strained to smooth over the situation somehow.
But nothing could erase the fact she'd been half-naked on my bed, masturbating.
"Uuu."
Moisture welled in her pretty eyes, soon spilling as tears.