57. Poor Convenience Store Clerk Shin Sa-rang (20, No Longer a Virgin)

Shin Sa-rang clenched ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠both her fists tight to stifle any scream after catching sight of my monstrous cock. She looked properly terrified, so she wasn't lunging forward recklessly. I massaged her gently, loosening up those tense muscles.

"Shocked, huh?"

"A-a little..."

"Sorry. It's on the bigger side... Want to take a bit more time to mentally prepare?"

"...No. Keep going, oppa."

"...Alright, but tell me if it hurts. We've got plenty of time."

I wanted to go easy on her, but right after foreplay was probably the least painful moment. She wasn't fully wet down there yet, but I eased in slowly, bit by bit. For the record, I'd set Female Corruption to Lv.1. I figured I'd get a raw, genuine reaction from a virgin, so I dialed it down on purpose. Just hoping it wouldn't hurt too much.

"Okay, relax a little."

"Y-yes...!"

"I'll go in slow, so hang in there just a bit."

"...I'll try."

Sa-rang seemed set on enduring the pain, squeezing her eyes shut. Soon, my glans brushed her tightly sealed lips... then slowly pried open the virgin entrance.

"Eek?!"

Just the tip, and she was already reacting big time. Her fluffy, downy virgin walls were that sensitive. I was the one developing the world's purest spot. And this whole scene was being captured from multiple angles by various cameras.

"Baby girl, it'll feel better once it's in deeper. Hang on a bit more."

"Ugh...! Y-yes...!"

"Here we go!"

"Uguuuuh?!"

I forced my way into that impossibly tight space. Whoa, the squeeze is insane... I finally got what all the hype about virgin grip was. But it wasn't just pleasurable—it was so constricting it was hard to breathe. Her virgin pussy wasn't exactly welcoming this first male intruder.

As I stepped footprints one by one into untouched white snow, I felt something tear, like flesh ripping.

Blood really flowed. I wasn't fully in yet, but the girth had torn something inside. I breathed a sigh of relief. I'd worried since some cases don't bleed, but this was good. Honestly, no blood would've underwhelmed the viewers. I reached for the white handkerchief prepped on the bedside table and wiped up the blood without pulling out. Gently cleaning the pure blood trickling from her petals down her inner thighs.

Sa-rang was a woman now. By my hand.

I set the cleaned handkerchief back, then wiped the thick sweat from her forehead. Planted a kiss on the cheek of this admirable girl.

"Good job. Wanna rest a bit?"

"Haa... huu... This isn't the end, right...?"

"Nope, gotta show 'em more."

"Then, huu... keep going like this."

"You sure?"

"......It's a show for donations. I can handle this much."

Sa-rang gripped the silk sheet beneath her pale, lovely skin—like a safety belt on a ride. Trusting me, she surrendered her soft flesh completely.

"Ah... haup... cold... huum... um..."

To help her endure even a little better, I gave her a gentlemanly kiss. My hands stroked her breasts and back, letting her know she was doing great. Every touch brought a twinge of guilt amid the honeyed sweetness of her ripe fruit.

Slurp, slurp, squelch.

"Ha-ut...! Hu-ut, u-ut...!"

I rocked my hips slowly. Gentle dips into her still-bleeding petals. Like caressing soft flesh, handling this honey-scented virgin tenderly. Plop, plop—easing her open leisurely, like with a child.

"Ung... ha-ng... uu-ng...♡"

She let out pained moans, but then wrapped her arms around my neck. Amid the agony, her slender eyes gazed at me—starting to respond more actively, sensing my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠efforts to ease her pain.

"Kiss..."

"Order received."

"Huup... smack, slurp... hu-ng...♥"

Like craving medicine for the pain, she begged for more kisses. Rubbing her big tits against my chest, nestling in like a lover. This went on for over five minutes. The chat was drunk on the sweetness, but we couldn't drag it out all day.

"Ba—by girl, gonna pick up the pace soon. Won't take long, so bear with me."

"Haa... haa... yes... "

Chop chop chop chop chop chop♥

"Haaaaang!!"

I ramped up the speed. Savagely stretching her virgin walls, ravaging her pure depths with cock-kisses. But not slamming balls-deep. Just enough to build my climax. Sa-rang looked like the friction hurt bad on the outside, but trusting me, she clung tight till the end.

"Ha-ng...! Oppa, oppaaa...!"

"Huu...! Baby girl, almost there—just a bit!"

"Huuu-ut! It, it hurts!"

"Sorry. Just a little! Almost!"

"Then kiss, kiss—haup, mmp... huup, huuuup!"

Her bucking virgin body. We overlapped mouths and crotches for the finale.

Splurt! Splurt splurt splurt splurt!

Thicker loads than usual filled the pretty virgin's pussy bowl. Flooding her beautiful petals to the brim.

The creampie was pre-planned for more spectacle and cash. I'd made her take birth control ahead, and she was braced for it. Once I'd filled her up tight, I pulled out. Traces of blood mixed with massive semen remained. I propped up her back and lifted her right there.

Sa-rang, dazed like she had a fever, relaxed with a faint expression now that it was nearly over. That face was the perfect finishing touch. As the wheeled camera approached, I spread her petals again. No longer the pure virgin—this was a woman's body, ravaged by a man. Spread wide, the cum I'd planted inside dripped out. Clumping and trickling down her thighs. Way too erotic for a virgin.

Then came Sa-rang's closing line.

"Everyone... thank you so much for buying my virginity...♥"

With slack lips and a loosened face, she greeted the VIPs. She'd nailed the scripted line perfectly, and it was lewdly out of place for a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠virgin. She truly wasn't one anymore. Donations poured in at those words.

Like thunderous applause, the VIPs piled on comments. The goal was selling her virginity on stream—and mission accomplished. Barely 30 minutes, short for a broadcast, but any more would've wrecked the exhausted Sa-rang. I laid her back on the bed and stepped off alone. Bowed politely to the paying VIPs.

"That's it for now, VIPs. See you next time. This has been Gold Lion TV."

"Alright then."

And with that, the stream ended.

"Huu..."

I let out a deep sigh and removed the Gold Lion mask. Sweaty, but not from the heat.

"Sa-rang, you okay?"

"Haa... huu... Yeah, a bit... just a tiny bit sore otherwise."

"Where's it hurt?"

"Thighs and down there..."

"Probably friction burn... Rest in bed."

"Yeah... excuse me."

Seemed like we'd wrapped without issues. She didn't look off, and the stream reactions were solid. Honestly nerve-wracking. Scared my size might actually rupture her super-tight insides.

Left her resting and checked my phone. Donations tallied mid-stream, but I was curious about the total with entry fees.

Whoa...

Once confirmed, my scalp tingled. All going to Sa-rang's scholarship, not mine, but still—an exhilarating sum.

I shared the good news right away.

"Sa-rang?"

"Yes?"

"Scholarship worries? Gone for life."

"...?"

After dropping Sa-rang home, I privately messaged the top donor VIP with thanks. Grateful they watched, and as a souvenir, gifted the bloodied handkerchief and the cum-stained silk sheet from her first time. The VIP went wild. After-service on point—explosive reaction. Made me smile too.

But no way I'd meet this guy in person. Check this chat:

"......"

My brain lagged hard on how to respond. Finally, my face twisted like: (No interest in teacher's tastes lol)