Saved in My Heart
It happened in an instant.
Before I could even react, my pants and underwear were yanked down, and my thing—which had been lying dormant inside them—was bared to the world.
Twenty-three centimeters. A length that made any average man surrender on sight.
A thickness that would make a woman's eyes roll back and her body shudder the moment it slammed inside.
Even to me, its owner, it looked impossibly vicious—a cock swelling with veins as it took aim at Marin.
"It's swollen again."
Marin poked my thing with her finger, curious as someone prodding a strange new specimen.
At that tiny stimulus, my cock grew one layer harder, like it had donned armor.
"Struggling alone is bad for you. If you hold it in, it festers."
She stared intently at the thing jutting out as if ready to bore through anything, then wrapped both hands around it.
"You said it gets better if you touch it, right, Solis?"
"Ah. Yes."
My brain couldn't keep up with such a sudden development, but the instinct rising from my nether regions answered on my behalf.
She wasn't exactly wrong.
After all, a cock does shrink down when a woman touches it—or when you touch it yourself.
"I could ask you for it, but should I explain how I'd do it?"
I'd gotten a faint glimpse of her handjob skills back at the training ground.
That talent of hers, able to arouse my cock despite having virtually zero sexual knowledge.
If I taught her, she'd acquire skills that could rival the ace of any red-light district—the women who earn their living spreading their pussies and asses.
"It's fine. Leave it to me."
But Marin flatly refused my offer.
As if to say she was perfectly capable on her own, she gripped my cock with both hands and began pumping.
Shlick, shlick.
Not a shred of hesitation in her handwork.
Wrists keeping rhythm.
The air trapped between her palm and my glans was compressed and released in rapid succession.
A steady pace.
She stimulated my cock at exactly the right speed—one where neither too fast nor too slow, pleasure piled up layer by layer.
*Not bad at all.*
She smeared the precum leaking from my urethra over her hand.
A slight twist of the wrist to tease the underside of my glans, helping me feel an even deeper pleasure as it seemed to massage the prostate itself.
If I let my guard down for even a moment, it felt like the pressure on my prostate would release and I'd come right then.
It was a satisfying prelude.
Marin was showing me a technique my ex-girlfriend had only mastered after nearly a year together.
She was strong enough that, if she wanted, she could wring my cock dry in moments.
And as I stood entranced by the delicate technique she displayed—
"Something's wrong."
Marin suddenly stopped her handjob.
She could have brought me to climax with this momentum alone.
Why did she stop?
"What's wrong all of a sudden?"
"I touched it, and it got bigger. Your condition is getting worse."
If a woman gives you a handjob and you get *smaller*, that's either erectile dysfunction or you're gay.
I was neither—a perfectly normal, healthy man.
Getting bigger and harder was only natural.
"Maybe I... can't do it. Maybe this isn't enough."
But Marin believed she had failed to properly perform the procedure.
Sinking into gloom, she hung her head and stopped stroking.
I placed my hand on her head.
"It's okay. You're doing great."
"Really? But your condition, it's gotten more serious."
"This is normal. Unlike other body parts, it gets bigger the more you touch it."
"Not smaller?"
"It keeps growing like that, and once it reaches its limit, you drain out the fluid that's backed up inside, and it shrinks on its own. What's happening now is a perfectly natural process."
You did nothing wrong.
So saying, I gently stroked Marin's hair.
Marin seemed to regain her spirit, clenching her tiny fists.
"Just keep going like you were. Though, adding a little variation might make it even better?"
"Variation? That's good?"
"You'll come faster and settle down faster, right?"
"I'll try."
The word *settle down* hooked her focus, and Marin set out to actively absorb my knowledge.
Should she have just done this from the start?
Either way, now she would follow my every word without question.
"First, let's take off your clothes."
"Why clothes?"
"Like I said, it's about stimulation. Touching with hands isn't everything."
The eyes deliver vivid information to our brains.
It's like how people watch videos or images on a computer or phone while masturbating—sending the brain the signal that it's having sex.
It was a different kind of stimulation than touch, one that could make my cock grow even larger.
It would serve as a catalyst, stoking this suggestive atmosphere even further.
"A simple example—it's like how watching a movie or a comic feels fun."
"Understood."
Having grasped my explanation, she shed her clothes one layer at a time.
She loosened her scarf and tossed off her sweater.
Unbuttoned her blouse, slipped down her skirt, peeled off her socks.
Modest white lingerie appeared, and then she undid even that.
Naked, not a stitch of clothing.
Showing me her bare body, as unadorned as the moment she was born.
"Is this good now?"
Compared to the other girls, Marin's body looked a bit frail.
It stood in stark contrast to Eva and Ter's overwhelming volume, or the perfectly palm-fitting proportions of Chloe and Yupi.
But she had a body grown enough to be rightly called a woman.
A slim waist and developed hips.
Rounded breasts that were small but asserted themselves confidently.
*Height a little over 160 centimeters, bust around 83, was it?*
People who didn't know the numbers might not grasp what size that actually was.
So let me summarize it in one easy-to-understand phrase.
The average adult Korean woman.
There was no better way to put it.
...Hearing myself say that, it kind of feels off, though?
Anyway, it was an achingly beautiful sight.
A woman who stripped without a shred of doubt at my single word.
Without a hint of shame, arms spread wide, she showed me her perky breasts and nipples, her softly closed pussy.
My mouth watered on its own, and before I knew it, my hand reached out.
*Squeeze!*
"?"
I formed a pincer with my index finger and thumb and pinched Marin's nipple.
Stretched it like rubber, rolled it around in circles, then seized it in a firm grip.
The jelly-soft, springy feel wrapped perfectly around my hand.
"Nnh... it hurts!"
Marin cried out in pain.
Her face flushed red, sweet breath spilling from her lips.
That blunt expression was painted over with arousal, and her machine-stiff body trembled like a little lamb.
"Huh...?"
Had Marin noticed the change in herself, too?
She looked radiant—like a woman in her twenties, someone savoring a youth in full bloom.
"This feels... strange."
"You're receiving stimulation, same as me. Just like your touch made my cock grow, my pinching your breasts made you aroused."
"So this is... arousal."
Marin lost her composure before an unfamiliar sensation, and it showed.
Like a doll that never knew how to smile discovering laughter, I found myself captivated by her lovely features, which had learned to express themselves, if only a little.
*Click!*
A desire to record this very moment seized me, and before I knew it, I'd switched on my phone camera and snapped her.
Depending on the situation it could seem rude, but I only shot her face, so it was probably fine.
"Marin, want to see this?"
"This is... who?"
"Can't you tell just by looking? It's obviously you."
Marin couldn't take her eyes off her own image in the photo.
Her eyes flew wide open as if startled, and her lips, unable to close, parted slightly.
It was the face she made when, by her standards, she was utterly shocked.
"Amazing. I... can make expressions."
She was so clumsy with emotional expression that she'd drawn countless misunderstandings over the years—so in this moment, with her heart laid bare, she must have felt a swelling surge of gratitude.
That made it the second time.
The second time she had shown a clear emotion.
Once, when Marin sent off the priest she called her grandfather.
The other time, after her breasts were touched by me.
"Will I... be able to make expressions like this in the future, too?"
"I guarantee it."
I could vouch for that—I'd read the original story.
*You'll wear a smile as dazzling as that midday sun,* I thought to myself.
"I'll save this photo. Let's keep it as a page in our memories."
"Okay."
Press this button to save it... done!
A photo was born that would never disappear—unless I deleted it myself.
I should share it with Marin over text later.
Now it was time to pick up where we'd left off.
The dreadfully simple act of her giving me a handjob to help me come.
But that alone wasn't enough anymore.
Until a moment ago, her touch alone had satisfied me. Not now.
There were so many plays we could do—what reason was there to refuse?
Since I'd already surrendered my body to desire, might as well roll head to toe in the mud.
"Marin, may I ask one favor?"
"A favor?"
"I want to record this moment with you. Is that okay?"
Ask for consent before taking the photo.
So that even if someone else saw it, it wouldn't be a crime.
I planned to store it in my own private collection.
"Yes. Do as you like."
Marin granted it readily.
With her permission secured, I stretched out the camera view and framed her naked body on the screen.
"Say cheese."
*Click!*
A burst of flash.
The image, steadied by the stabilization.
And within it, one naked female flashed a peace sign.
