Chapter 394
Chapter 394
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 394
Chapter Title: Idol Maker (32)
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It was my delusion that there was no pain at all despite it being my first time... The tearing agony that crashed over me the instant he thrust in. The alien sensation of my tight insides being forced wide. Even though it was supposed to be an act of sharing love, sex with the Vice President felt so intense it was like I was being ravished.
"Eut, eung... Haaah..."
The Vice President's cock that tore through my hymen, scraped along the folds of my inner walls, and claimed my pussy as his own. Ahh, what do I do... Conquered by the Vice President, I surrendered my body to him amid a thrilling ecstasy. And then he... drove in even harder, burying his shaft all the way to the hilt.
"Aaah... Haaah!"
With that, I became completely his.
It hurt like hell, but I was even grateful for the pain.
The feel of his cock inside me proved this moment was real. It confirmed that sex with the Vice President... wasn't just a fantasy. Overjoyed, I wrapped my arms around him. It was just a lesson in the end, but... I felt happy. Even if it was fake, the fact that I was someone's woman—specifically, the Vice President's—made me smile.
Becoming one with the person you like really feels amazing.
Amid the mental satisfaction that contrasted sharply with the physical pain, I panted for breath. The Vice President brushed back my sweat-dampened hair and murmured softly, asking if I was okay, if it hurt.
"......No way it's okay, heut... You idiot..."
After hearing my screams, he still asks that? What a real idiot. It was absurd, but... his consideration didn't feel bad at all. The Vice President really is a kind person. I was glad my first time was with him.
"S-Sorry..."
"But, haa... It's all the way in... Eut, haaah... Unreal..."
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"Tons. And, eut... Eung... It feels weird."
"Weird?"
"Yeah... It hurts for sure... But haa, it feels good too. Is it always like this?"
"No, it's because you're a pervert."
"What?!"
"Kidding... What do you mean by 'feels good'?"
"It hurts, but... Haeut... I'm happy it's you making me hurt? Eung... So it feels reassuring? Eung... How do I put it? Aah, I don't know. Just... Haa, being like this with you feels so good. I want to stay like this, eung... forever."
"Heejin-ah..."
"Eut?! What? Haeut?! It's getting bigger there?!"
"What am I supposed to do when you say such adorable things? I can't hold back."
"Whaaat?! Haat, eung... Ah, Ajusshi... Haa, eut, chu-eup, haa... Ajusshiii... Churu-eup..."
Before I could even savor him calling me "Heejin-ah"... he pulled my waist close, kissed me, and gave me a deep, passionate kiss straight out of the movies—one far more dizzying and lewd than the sloppy one from last week.
I was just being honest... Does that make him so happy?
And whether he was excited or not, his cock throbbed wildly inside my pussy... Hnng, eut! Held in the Vice President's arms, I nearly blacked out. No, really... what is he doing to a girl having her first time! I appreciated his joy, but... anything more intense was too much.
"Stooop... If you move like that, haa, eut! Eung! It hurts!"
"Ah... Sorry."
"It's my first time, haa... Be gentle."
"Got it."
"More than that, Ajusshi... Haa, how about you?"
"Eung?"
"......Does it feel good?"
"Want me to be honest?"
"Eung... I'm ready to hear it."
"It's the best."
"R-Really?"
"These sweat-slick thighs too."
"Eut, eung..."
"Your slim waist."
"Haaa..."
"These breasts that fit perfectly in my hands."
"Aaang!"
"They're totally my type. I love it."
"Ajusshi... Haa, eung... Yeah!"
As if to prove his words, the Vice President lewdly caressed my body. When his hands traveled up from my thighs, past my waist... and gripped my soft breasts, I let out an involuntary lewd moan.
The same caresses, but several times more thrilling.
Is it because we're having sex...? Not just my pussy—my whole body from head to toe felt even more sensitive. I'd entered that so-called "heat." Noticing it, the Vice President stopped his caresses... Haeut, eut... and extended his saliva-slick tongue to lick my body.
"And these collarbones."
"Eung..."
"Your snowy nape."
"Haa... Eueung..."
"Your soft lips."
"Haeut, eung... Ajusshi, haa, churup, chuu-eup... Haa..."
"I'm so happy I get to taste them."
"......Heut, eung... For real?"
"Yeah, for real."
"Then my body... Haa, aang... It's to your liking?"
"Yeah, completely."
"Churup, chuut, haa... Good."
"Heejin-ah..."
Relieved, I let out a sigh, and the Vice President gently stroked my face. His touch carried warm affection. I couldn't stop smiling. Him liking "Heejin's" body... Eut, haa... meant he liked my legs, haa... my waist, eung... my breasts, my lips...
"Ajusshiii..."
To be clear, I had no feelings for the Vice President at all,
but haat, eueung... learning his sincerity,
made me so, so happy that
"......I love you."
I forgot I was acting.
"Heejin-ah... I love you too."
The Vice President kissed my cheek, then lowered his hips—eut, haeueut! He slid his cock back in, which had slipped out during the caresses. Hweut, haa... Haaa... Eueueung! The Vice President's cock, now much thicker and harder than before...
Thankfully, the pain was faint now that I was getting used to it.
"Eut, hweung... Haa, haa... Vice President..."
"......Heejin-ah?"
"Aaah, eut, eung! Haa... Vice Presiii..."
"Jinhee-ya..."
"Eung..."
"......"
"Vice President, I love you...... Heuk!"
"......"
"L-Love, I mean... This is real adult love, right? Hnng, aaah... Y-Yeah, experiencing it myself makes it different. Yes, thanks to you, I feel like I'll grow."
"Jinhee-ya."
"It was... a sl-slip of the tongue! I'll focus, sooo... just let it gooo..."
"Huuu... Fine. No more mistakes. Focus."
A slip of the tongue... Yeah, that's all it was. A mistake born from the pleasure of sex, nothing more. There's no way I love the Vice President. Sure, he's a good person, but not enough for me to confess love.
That jiggling belly...
...He's lost a lot of weight.
And that cigarette smell...
...He sprayed cologne, huh.
Ah, whatever—the age gap! And that face! It's physiologically impossible! If I had to pick, I'd lean toward liking it, but... still not dating material. His face looks decent now, but... N-No, must be an illusion! Anyway, no intention of dating.
So yeah, that was a real mistake.
"Ahaha... I'll be careful."
But... why does he accept it so quickly?
It could've been misunderstood, yet he brushes it off like it's nothing. Uncomfortable. I could love the Vice President. He's not bad, caring, kind, considerate, and his, uh, cock is big... I don't get why he doesn't assume.
Maybe the Vice President... has low self-esteem?
Come to think of it, unmarried at his age—maybe he's never dated. Yeah, I initially thought he was a bad guy too. No reason to think differently of other women.
Plus, last time he said... I'd never fall for him.
Thinking about it, yeah, he's probably a virgin—no, single forever.
"Haeut, Ajusshi..."
Poor guy.
Learning this made the Vice President seem pitiful. Such a good man... How is he still single? I should treat him well. So now, haa... pretending to fall for him for real, eung... should be fine, right? It's just a lesson, my service for him... Yeah, it'll be okay.
"Ajusshi, haa... You can move now..."
Resolved anew, I hugged him while minding my expressions.
"Heejin-ah... You sure?"
"Yeah, haa... I'm fine. Really fine... Eut, eung... Move."
"Tell me if it hurts."
Then the Vice President—haa... my low-self-esteem Vice President—eueung... rocked his hips, thrusting his cock deep into my pussy. Aaah! Eung... He gripped my pelvis... lifted his hips, slowly... haa, pulling out the cock that took my virginity.
"Ah, nooo... Haa, don't!"
"It's okay, I'm not pulling out."
"Eung? Haat, eueung! Haa... Eung!"
Then he thrust back in, repeating... and repeating the motion... Haa, gradually starting to have real sex. Hweut, eung... This is true sex. Dizzying pleasure that blows away consciousness... endless waves of indescribable poignancy... Surrendering to the rhythm, held in his arms, I recalled a line.
'My waist bent like a bow.'