Date (2)
“I’m not asking for much!”
“Huh?”
“I want you to be my first. I’ll cherish it as a precious memory forever!”
“……”
What the hell had I just heard? Be her first? What first? There was no way I was naive enough to think she meant a kiss. From here on out, all I had to do was follow my instincts.
I grabbed her wrist as her face turned beet red, like she knew she was screwed, and she started sniffling.
“Eek?”
“Get up.”
“Y-y-yes?!”
We’d eaten plenty, so there was no reason to stick around. “We’ve still got time.”
“T-t-time?”
She kept stammering, which meant saying shit like that was just as crazy here as back home. But if it was crazy talk that didn’t hurt me, who was I to complain?
“Let’s go. Motel.”
Jua’s already huge eyes went wide enough to take up half her face.
‘H-h-he actually came!’
Shwaaa—
Left alone on the motel bed after Jin Haesol headed to the shower, complaining about his morning class sweat, Jin Jua anxiously bit her nails. If anything, her heart was pounding harder than during end-of-month evaluations.
‘He’s really gonna do it? Just like that, out of nowhere?’
She’d braced herself for the worst when she said it. Called a slut, maybe even slapped. Anyone could see her words meant, “I’m after your body. Not dating—just wanna fuck once.” He’d basically said he liked her but had no time for anything deeper. It was all or nothing.
And this guy was too good to let slip away.
‘And it worked.’
Thump-thump!
She still couldn’t believe it. Dazed by his commanding presence, she’d ended up at the motel without realizing how. He’d even paid for the room himself.
“Hah! I should’ve covered it! Idiot!”
What kind of shitty manners was that? Making a guy pay for the motel? If someone else did it, she’d laugh her ass off. How pathetic do you have to be?
Gulp.
Anyway… was he really gonna do it?
Zing!
Her lower belly started aching. She rubbed her thighs together, swallowing dryly over and over.
Then the water from the bathroom stopped.
Click.
The door opened, and there he was—Jin Haesol, the handsome bastard who’d made her lose her mind at first sight.
‘W-wet hottie alert!’
Drip-drip.
Years later, when she reminisced about this moment, she’d swear the nosebleed was unavoidable. His entrance had that kind of impact.
“Whoa, Jua, nosebleed?”
“Nee↗?”
Her squeaky reply made her look so wrecked I got worried.
‘Gotta fuck, but she’s not bailing ‘cause she’s tired, right?’
I’d rushed through the shower! I spotted some tissues nearby and handed them over. She frantically wiped the blood and plugged her nose.
“W-what the hell? Hehe, it’s nothing.”
“Still, a nosebleed…”
“It’s f-fine! Wait a sec. Clotting now.”
She dashed to the bathroom. Suddenly alone on the bed, I pressed a hand to my racing heart.
“Jin Haesol. You’re a man. Right?”
Not even losing my virginity, so why the nerves? Thirsty, I stepped into the hall and grabbed water from the vending machine.
Clunk!
‘Damn, not cold.’
Grumbling internally, I opened the door.
In the short time I was gone, she’d cleaned up the blood, showered, and was standing in the room.
“All done already?”
I twisted off the bottle cap and approached. That instant—
Whoosh!
Thud!
“Urk!”
My body spun and slammed onto the bed.
“I-I-I thought you left! Y-you were here just a sec ago! Then bathroom door opens—no one! Empty room! Thought you ditched me!”
“Just grabbed water. Vending machine in the hall.”
“D-do you know how scared I was? F-felt like a total loser!!”
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to freak you out. I suggested this—why would I bail on you?”
“Hnnng…!”
She’d tackled me onto the bed and now burst into tears. Seriously? Slam a guy down and then milk him for sympathy?! And the stammering!!
‘Scary as fuck!!’
She sobbed on top of me, refusing to budge. As the situation started mirroring that dream from my first day here, panic set in.
‘Get dominated by another girl? Hell no.’
Gender-reversed world or not, I wasn’t just taking it. I’d avoided using strength on women, but not anymore.
Our bodies flipped. Now Jua was on the bed, me pinning her.
“Huh?”
Her wild-eyed frenzy faded in that moment.
“I’m about to fuck now.”
“Uh… ah?”
“What about you, Jua?”
Take that—handsome guy’s eye smile! For idol life, I’d practiced fan service smiles. Eye smiles. Gross and nauseating for me, but the beauty buff made it decent. Never tested it, though.
“Hic! Y-yes, let’s do it! I want it!!”
Glassy-eyed Jua nodded frantically. Better than expected.
“Then let’s start with a taste?”
Ahn~!
Slurp! Smack! Smooch!
Tongues tangled. Intense. Felt like my tongue root might rip out, but no urge to stop.
Focused on tongues, my hands got busy—one kneading Jua’s tits, the other savoring her ass’s softness.
Tits!!! A beauty’s rack feels unreal. Idol training kept them firm yet plush. Torture for a tit man like me.
Time to ditch the annoying clothes blocking us.
Whoosh!
Sensing my intent, she smartly stripped herself.
Jiggle~
‘Knew it!’
No padding in the bra—proven. ‘Deep maroon.’
Dark color doesn’t ruin tits. Warmth and sweet scent enveloped me.
Slurp, slurp, slurp, SMOOCH!!
Like the kiss, tit assault came with lewd noises. But that vulgarity is human nature.
“Hah! Th-that spot’s dangerous!”
Shiver!
Shockingly, Jua felt it in her tits. Rare for a woman. Face flushing, eyes glazing—not faking.
‘Dark? So what? This reaction? Game on!’
My ass-kneading hand grew bolder, diving between her thighs.
“Ahn!”
Squelch!
Squish~!!
Touching her crotch peak, the soaked—not damp—wetness startled me.
‘This from just foreplay?’
If not for her virgin confession, my dick would’ve plunged in already. But I knew she was a virgin.
‘She offers her virginity with thanks? Gotta give my best.’
Otherwise, no self-respect as a man.
“You’re soaked. Dripping.”
Squelch-squelch-squelch—
“Hic!”
I fingered to make noise; her face went crimson. Her trembling body felt it.
Hot as fuck!!!!!!!!!
Poni’s gift dick begged for release from pants and briefs.
No reason to hide this pride—pants and underwear off.
“Gasp!”
Jua’s eyes bugged at my cock.
“W-why’s it so big?”
“Ha.”
If she knew men, I’d think she was teasing. “Nice try. Worked like a charm.”
Cock throbbed hot. Bro, wanna go in there. Driving me crazy!!
Yeah! Good job. Dive in! To heaven!!
‘Condom first.’
Rip!
Snatched and tore the motel condom. Adult novels skip ‘em for crazy protags—rude as fuck. Basic manners for women.
Slip—squish!
“Huh?”
“What?”
“Condom ripped.”
“Ah~”
“Hold on. Got another.”
Not my first rodeo, yet this mistake. Retried…?
Rip!
“Ah!”
“Eh?”
She watched this time—saw it tear.
How cheap are these? Embarrassing.
Glanced at Jua—no big reaction. Just me overthinking.
“…Motel ones are crap, huh.”
“Mm, looks like no more.”
“Vending machine outside. I’ll grab some.”
Heat cooled, but no choice. As I reached for pants—
Grab!
“No condom’s fine! Or, uh, isn’t it? Today’s super safe day! Totally safe!”
“What??”
“Really safe. And if pregnant, won’t hold you back! Won’t even happen anyway.”
Pregnancy word triggered Poni thoughts. Planned? Blessed. Unplanned? Disaster for women.
“I quit training anyway. Please.”
Why so desperate? Whatever—I couldn’t hold back.
Thrust in. Fuck it, life’s short? Woman begs no condom—who refuses and runs to buy? Some might. Not me.
Actions over words.