Chapter 3, Part 1: Jeong Hye-yun
“Ah!”
A soft little moan. Then the feel of a soft woman’s body against him.
He’d been right the first time he looked at her—she worked out. Her arms were firm, and the erector spinae under his hands felt solid. Soft places stayed endlessly soft; firm places stayed firm. He could even feel the faint ridges of her abs.
A sweet scent rose and hit his nose. He got hard so fast it hurt.
Why the hell does it hurt this much?
Even before it got bigger, situations like this had been awkward. Now the pain was on a completely different level. His cock, which he’d shoved off to the side, tried to stand up straight—and the jeans blocked it cold.
Fuck, what if it snaps?
Every grim possibility flashed through his head. Cold sweat broke out. He had no choice but to pull his hips back. He hadn’t thought about how big it had gotten, hadn’t even imagined they’d end up having sex, so putting on jeans that morning felt like the stupidest decision of his life.
The pain climbed past what he could stand. He started weighing options.
Bolt for the bathroom? In this mood? Everything’s lined up perfectly—I can’t just quit now. Hold out a little longer?
The realistic move was obvious: run to the bathroom, yank it up over the waistband, hide it under his shirt. But he was a total beginner, and the thought that breaking the atmosphere would ruin everything kept looping in his head.
What if Hye-yun’s heat cooled off in those few seconds?
Should’ve worn sweatpants. What the hell was I chasing wealth and glory for?
The jeans clamped down hard. His twitching cock kept getting stimulated. The pain grew worse until a groan sat right on the edge of his lips, ready to spill out.
Ah, this is getting worse by the second.
“I’m Jeong Hye-yun.”
Cold sweat kept pouring and his body twisted, yet she flushed and pressed herself tightly into his arms. She lifted her face. The trembling look in her eyes tipped him toward enduring it.
“Ah—I’m Kim Ian.”
He wanted to drop a hand down and adjust himself while keeping his hips pulled back, but it wouldn’t work. Hye-yun had locked her arms around his waist and buried her face against him; there was nowhere left to retreat. He gently pushed her away for a moment. Her arm strength was solid—there was real resistance.
“Why?”
“Th-that’s…”
She stared at him with a mix of confusion and anxiety, and he still couldn’t find the words. How do you just say your cock is hard?
Then he remembered the mission window from earlier. The confession had already worked. He decided to just go for it.
I can’t hold it anymore.
“The stimulation’s too much… so I’m hard.”
His face burned. The words were way too blunt, and he had no idea how she’d take them. His heart hammered again. He watched her expression carefully.
Shame crept in. While he was reading her face, her gaze dropped lower. She must have seen the thicker outline—she swallowed hard.
“Ah. Th-then take your pants off at least. I’m fine with it.”
The moment Hye-yun gave permission, it felt like light pouring down from heaven. Was she an angel?
He pulled her into a tight hug once, then set her back. She seemed flustered too; the arms around his waist went slack.
“Yeah? Thanks, Hye-yun.”
He spun around fast, undid his belt, popped the buckle, and yanked the zipper down. The pain had been so bad his hands moved at lightning speed. In a blink the zipper was fully open; he shoved a hand into his underwear and set everything straight.
It sprang free.
Throb. Throb.
What the hell was this sense of liberation? He’d only been trapped for two or three minutes, yet the moment it came out into the open world the relief was secondary—blood started circulating again and a sharp tingle of pleasure rose.
“Ugh.”
He savored the freedom for a second, then startled at the thickness filling his own hand. His hands weren’t especially large, but one hand wasn’t even close to enough.
Holy shit, what is this? Can this even fit? No wonder the pain-reduction and no-injury parts stuck in my head so hard.
It was different from when he’d measured it at home. Now it was fully erect, veins standing out in thick ridges, pulse pounding hard. He stared down at the massive glans for a moment and a low groan escaped.
The voice he’d heard at the end of the dream came back to him.
During sex, the partner’s pain is reduced and converted into pleasure.
During sex, except for the hymen, the partner will not be injured.
In other words: go ahead and put it in without worry.
Thinner than a soda can, thicker than a small can—a massive weapon stared back at him.
Is this really going to be like those dirty stories where nothing else will ever satisfy her again?
“What’s wrong? Did you get hurt…?”
Hye-yun fretted and stepped around in front of him, then froze, staring blankly at his cock. She swallowed hard; her face flushed deep red in an instant.
Even seeing this, there was no fear or horror on her face. Every conversation he’d had with Hye-yun flashed through his mind. Then he remembered the mission window mentioning she’d watched videos, and he could roughly guess what kind.
He hadn’t watched that many himself. He’d flipped through plenty of magazines friends brought to school, though. Either she had a lot of experience with men, or she’d mostly watched Black content. Every time a Black guy appeared in those magazines the sheer physical presence had shocked him—and right now his own matched that scale.
“N-no. It’s just so big that getting hard inside the jeans hurt like hell.”
He spoke just as bluntly as she did, given that she watched porn too. She stared even more intently.
“Ah… okay.”
Her continuous gaze made him self-conscious; he hurriedly pulled his shirt down. He thought he caught a flicker of disappointment in her eyes and wondered if someone who looked this innocent could really be that thirsty. He immediately scolded himself for the thought.
Wasn’t he the same? Just as excited, just as in heat.
He let out a short snort of laughter. After all the internal drama, clarity arrived and he settled again. Only then did he notice that her pink pants were soaked. He swallowed hard the same way she had and stared right there.
She’d been looking disappointed, then realized his eyes were on her pants. She glanced down, hurriedly covered herself with both palms—then pulled her hands away again, startled, as if she hadn’t realized how thoroughly wet she was.
“This is… embarrassing.”
“Hye-yun, take your pants off too. They’re just going to get wetter.”
Fuck, what’s wrong with me today? Killing the mood completely. My cock’s making me say whatever it wants…
He felt like he’d already been rude several times today and it flustered him. But she gave him another unexpected reaction. Her next move made his heart race out of control.
“Huh? Okay.”
She dropped the hands that had been covering herself, suddenly turned around, fumbled for a moment, and pulled her pants down. The room felt hotter all at once; he stripped off his jacket and dropped it on the floor, then just took his pants all the way off and set them beside the jacket.
He watched Hye-yun slowly lower her pants. Pure white panties came into view. The moment she bent her head to push them down, he saw how completely soaked the fabric was. The valley visible through it made his breathing rough; it was hard to stay focused.
Huff. Huff.
Is that a pale pussy? I don’t see any dark hair…
Exactly his type. The pale ones in the videos had always gotten him the most worked up. Certainty hit him. His cock jerked and slapped against his stomach, urging him to shove it in already.
The air felt even hotter. Watching her with her pants down to her knees, he grabbed his shirt, yanked it off fast, and tossed it onto the pile of jacket and pants. Looking down, he saw his cock—too big for the underwear to contain—proudly punching through the waistband and smacking a spot a little above his navel.
“Th-at… hah.”
A sound reached him. He snapped back and looked forward. She was standing there with a hand over her mouth, looking stunned. An angel, no question.
White T-shirt, wet panties half-hidden by the hem—somehow that was even hotter. He took another step closer. Hye-yun showed no sign of wanting to retreat; she grabbed the hem of her shirt and tried to pull it up. It wouldn’t come off easily and she flailed a little, so he stepped in, took hold of the fabric, and helped lift it.
A white bra cradling massive breasts came into view.
“D-don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not usually this kind of girl…”
“I won’t. I don’t usually do this with a girl I just met either. I don’t know—today I keep getting flustered and all I can see is you.”
“That’s…”
He stepped up to her as she hung her head, wrapped her in another hug, and tried to unhook the bra. He couldn’t get it open for the life of him. He’d never actually taken a woman’s bra off before, so of course he wasn’t smooth at it—Hye-yun’s bra was high difficulty for a complete beginner.
“Pfft. I’ll do it.”
Hye-yun slipped the arms that had been around his waist free, reached back, pushed his hands aside, and unhooked the clasp in a single smooth motion. She stepped away for a second, completely removed the bra, and set it behind her.
Looking down, he saw pink areolae and full, springy breasts. His mouth fell open. He swallowed hard again.
“Shall we go to the bed?”
“Yes…”