Debut Preparations (3)
On the way home in Jua noona's car, I picked up some red wine from the convenience store to set the mood, along with some snacks to go with it. Heading off for that in broad daylight felt a bit embarrassing.
Since it had been so long since we'd seen each other, she'd probably been looking forward to a proper date. I agonized over how to suggest we hit a motel without ruining the vibe. Then, out of nowhere, the topic of independence came up, and I casually mentioned wanting to check out her new place. Quick on the uptake as always, Jua noona caught the hint and gave the green light.
Sorry, noona. Guess guys really are slaves to their lower halves.
It was her fault for dolling herself up so stunningly today. I was already starving for it, and in the time we hadn't seen each other, Jua noona's beauty had somehow leveled up even more. And that subtle sex appeal radiating off her... it was lethal. She looked like something sweet and juicy that would burst with flavor the moment I popped her in my mouth.
Throb—throb!! My crotch, loaded with pent-up tension, started throbbing like crazy.
Get me outta here! You bastard! You think I'm just gonna sit here all happy to see her?!
My trusty buddy down there, who'd been holding out for so long, was staging a full rebellion. No amount of sweet-talking would calm him down. If I stayed seated like this much longer, people might start staring and calling me a perv. It was that obvious.
In the end, I surrendered to him and decided to disappoint Jua noona, who'd been expecting a date.
If I keep this up, she's gonna crash the car.
Back on Earth, any girl I'd dated would've hit me with, "Then why are you even with me?" A slap across the face would've been the bonus round.
Things with Jua noona were more casual than heavy, but that didn't mean I could ignore her feelings entirely. So, I came up with a little ploy: the wine. I had no idea if convenience store vino would soothe her disappointment, but it had to be better than nothing.
"Haven't had red wine in ages," Jua noona said, her cheeks flushing pink. Seeing that face full of anticipation only made me feel guiltier. To think she'd be this thrilled over some cheap wine to set the mood.
Gotta take her to a nice restaurant sometime. No clue when that'd happen, but I really wanted to. I was grateful for Jua noona, who always made time for me no matter what, dropping everything devotedly whenever I called. It was thanks to her selfless attitude that I'd been able to boost my skills enough not to drag the other members down.
When we got to her place, I was a little surprised by how spacious the rooms were.
Makes sense. A 21-year-old with her own car? Family's gotta be loaded.
The bedroom was cute and cozy, decked out with stuffed animals and flowers. The living room had sleek black-and-white wallpaper that kept things open and airy.
"Super tidy. You do the interior yourself, noona?"
"Heh, the bed's huge. Queen size."
"......"
I was speechless for a second. Never expected her to bring up the bed so boldly.
"Wanna lie down and try it?"
Oof, yes~ ma'am! Who could say no to that? I flopped right onto the plush mattress.
Swish—!
I heard clothes rustling off, and then noona climbed on top of me.
"...Noona, what about the wine?"
"We can drink it later, right? F-for now, just... gulp—just once..."
Her swallow echoed loud in my ears. She'd gotten as used to stripping me as I'd gotten to stripping her. She yanked my belt buckle open, fished out my cock, and...
"Haa... haa..."
"Noona, your breathing's kinda heavy."
"Nngh... sorryyy... Noona's... noona's a little out of it. Heehee."
Grab! She wrapped her hand around my rock-hard shaft and stroked it up and down.
"Missed you? Nngh, yeah. You were lonely, huh?"
"...Who're you talking to, noona?"
"Noona was lonely too. Super duper lonely. I thought I wouldn't see my baby... gulp! Missed you sooo much, you even showed up in my dreams."
"Noona?"
Squelch!!!!
"Aang! Ang! Aaang~!"
"Hngh! Ugh!"
Noona lined up her hips and slammed her pussy down onto my upright cock. Eyes glazed like she was losing it, she shoved it in without hesitation.
"Ahng! That's it!!! Missed this so much! You jerk!"
"Eek! Noona, you're squeezing too tight!"
Her tits jiggled wildly as she bounced on top like a jockey. But I had no time to admire them. What the hell was going on inside her pussy? It was writhing around my entire length like mad.
Chp-chp-chp-chp—
"Ugh...! Noona, you're extra tight today. I'm gonna cum!"
"Hak! Aang~ Don't know~! Aaaang!! Nooo~ Don't cuuum~!!"
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Her hands on my chest, she shook her ass frantically. The sensation of pulling out to the tip before plunging back in blanked my mind white. Noona was lost in her own heat, but I was overflowing with stamina—the kind that required multiple jerk-off sessions a day just to manage.
Screw it! No idea what's up, but since we started, might as well go all out!
Watching her drool and moan in ecstasy from above, I grabbed her waist, flipped her sideways, and started thrusting in earnest. Then, still buried deep, I flipped her prone and mounted her from behind. Legs stretched straight meant shallower strokes, but damn, the feel of her ass cheeks was incredible.
I kneaded her perfect, perky butt as I pounded away, then reached forward to grope her tits. She arched her back to give me better access. Savoring the soft, jiggly handfuls, I pistoned my hips for a good long while before pulling out, rolling her slightly to the side, lifting one leg over my thigh, and sliding back in. Her idol trainee flexibility made it effortless for her—no strain. And for me, the scissoring position hit just right.
Noona loved it too; her moans intensified.
"Heek! Love... aang... ahng... aaah!!"
She was really feeling it, rubbing her clit furiously while bucking her hips like crazy. That's when it clicked for me. She'd been suffering through abstinence just like I had.
That's why she jumped at the chance to come back to her place.
I pounded away mindlessly, kissed her, switched positions and pounded some more, kept going through pose after pose.
"Ang! Haaang~!! Hngt! Eut! Aaaaaah!"
Her screams were so intense, anyone hearing might call the cops. When I finally pulled out, she squirted clear juices like she was peeing.
As she shuddered and emptied herself, I plunged deep again and unloaded my cum.
"Haaaah...!"
Held coins +2.
Now 2 coins.
Still not enough. Far from it. To make up for the two-week drought even a little, and to drain the pent-up load that'd been giving me headaches, Jua noona needed to step it up.
"Noona, you got more in you, right?"
I lifted her limp legs. She grabbed my arm, panting hard.
"Lemme rest a bit first. I got no strength left."
"That rough, huh?"
"Yeah. Let's drink some wine!"
I figured the convenience store wine was useless since we'd ignited before even touring the place properly, but it looked like it'd come in handy after all. While waiting for her legs to recover, I headed to the kitchen in just my panties, plated up the wine and snacks on a tray, and brought it back.
Pop!! Cork out, and the fruity aroma filled the air.
"Oh? Smells nice."
"Right? Convenience store wine's not half bad."
"You're barely 20, and you know your wines?"
"Not really an expert. Usually beer or soju, but when I wanna set a mood, wine feels right."
No wine glasses, so I poured the red into clear tumblers. And yeah, like she said, a 20-year-old handling wine like a pro might look off.
"Something about breathing? Breeding? Whatever—makes it taste better, but no clue how. They swirl it like this."
"Pfft! So cute."
She laughed at my clumsy attempt to play expert for her sake. I had to admit, I looked ridiculous. But then she started dropping knowledge bombs.
"Breathing's when you open the wine early to let it mix with air beforehand. Makes it way smoother. Some wines benefit, but others lose their aroma if you do it, so it depends."
"Ah~ Gotcha. So this one—good for breathing or not?"
"Young wines fresh off the line? Breathe 'em. Aged ones? Skip it."
"How aged can convenience store stuff be? Breathe this one, then. Just leave the cork out?"
"Looks easy, but screw it up and you ruin the wine. Do it right, and it tames the tannins."
Jua noona knew her stuff way more than I expected. Wasn't she the one who said it looked weird for a 20-year-old to know wines? She was only 21 herself.
"But noona, you know a ton about this."
"Mom loves wine."
"You?"
"Me too. Not collector-level like her, but if it's beer, soju, or wine? I'd pick wine."
"Then convenience store stuff too cheap for your taste?"
"Mom can tell a million-won bottle from ten-grand one blind. I'm not there yet. This'll taste plenty good."
News to me. On the flip side, it hit me—we'd fucked so many times, but I barely knew her.
We've been intimate as hell, but I know zilch about noona. Time to reflect.
I swirled the red in my glass. She burst out laughing again, kya-ha-ha! Swirling cheap wine in a basic tumbler? Yeah, comical.
"Why're you laughing. Puhuhu!"
One glass, two, and the mood reignited. Fruity lips met, wet slurps echoing through the room.
"Hoo, strength back?"
"Yeah. To the bed."
I scooped her up and laid her down. Round two commenced.