Peter Pan
"We should get going soon. I think I'm about to come, too."
"Ah... ahhk—?!"
I caught Lee Hyesun's leg and rolled her onto her side, driving myself deeper into her. The moment I pushed in, some deeper place opened around me as if to demand what had taken me so long, and Hyesun let out a moan that was nearly a scream.
"Ahaaak! Ahhk! T-too deep, too deep! Ahhk!"
"You liked this, though."
"Ahk— t-too good, hnn— khh! Hnnk, ahaaak!"
As my hips came down harder and harder, Hyesun's legs began to tremble, then to dance in the empty air.
"Ahk! Hnn, khh, so good! Too— nnh! Hnnk, ahaaak! Ahh! Honey, I— I'm c-coming! Ahhk!"
In truth, the look on her the instant we shifted into that position had already been a kind of orgasm, but Hyesun seemed to believe she only felt it when the peak actually broke. Well, the pleasure tearing through her had to be that much bigger. Either way was fine. Just the sight of her lost in it was enough to satisfy me.
"You can come."
"Sorry, I'm sorry, me again, all by my— ahk! Hnnk, haaahn!"
"I'm almost there too."
"Nnh, together, come with me! I want to, I want to come with— hnn! Ahhk! Hnnk!"
She clenched her whole body, biting down on her lip, eyes squeezed shut as she took me. Every time I drove into her, that tensed body rocked on the bed—and then, as if she couldn't bear it another second, she burst into a moan and pulled me out of her all at once.
"Ahhk! Ahh! I— I can't hold— ahhhnn!"
"Ngh."
My cock slipped free of her in a single motion, and a fountain burst from her with it. I spent myself across her stomach. Just as I'd expected, the pleasure must have been enormous; her hips kept bucking as she squirted again and again. Watching the sheets soak through in moments, I stroked myself through the last of it and spilled what remained over the soft hair of her mound.
"Ahk, haaahn, hnn... ah, inside... you could have done it inside..."
"I wanted to make a mess of you."
"Haa, haaahn... a mess, you say... such a waste... haa, hnn..."
She lay sprawled on the bed with her legs fallen open, breathing in heated little gasps, and even then the wistful way she stared at the semen pooled on her stomach nearly set me off again. But this had to be enough for today. I could have kept going, and she would have said she was fine, but it hadn't even been a few hours since she'd lost her virginity. Besides, I had a promise to keep with Hyunji, who was coming by in the morning. Better to drag the time out a little before that.
"More than that, I'd rather hear you say it was good."
I covered her where she lay and met her eyes. At the sound of my whisper she swallowed, and when I looked into those eyes I could tell she'd been right up against the edge of fainting. Her pupils were still unfocused.
"...Ah... haa, s-sorry... I don't really know how..."
"Don't be sorry. Was it good?"
"Ahhnn..."
I stroked her breast, and she shivered from head to toe, a thin spill escaping her again. The aftershocks still seemed fierce. It really must have been a huge climax.
"...Too, it was too good... and you...?"
"It was wonderful for me too. You're so warm inside."
"...I'm so glad... what am I going to do...?"
"Why?"
"...At this rate I think I'm going to turn into some kind of nymphomaniac... I like you too much, I really do..."
"I suspect I've already got it."
"...Ah, still not enough...?"
I could feel her eyes go round as she looked down at me. A last bead welled and spilled, and Hyesun let out a rough breath, murmuring as if she couldn't believe it.
"...In-incredible... i-it's still...?"
"Mm. Do you want to keep going?"
"...I d-do, but... I can't... I really think I'll pass out again... I don't think I can even get up now... I have a m-meeting, I actually have to get to the company..."
"What, you're not running off on the excuse of a meeting, are you?"
"N-no. Really... I mean it... I want to stay with you longer too..."
The excuses tumbled out of her in a rush, and I could hear how thick her tongue had gone. She really had been right at the point of fainting. Somehow that pleased me. This hadn't been the Special Internal Energy. I'd done it myself.
"What are we going to do if twice already leaves you like this?"
"O-only twice...? I've never even heard of..."
"I could go a third time."
"...Y-you really are something else... I've never heard of a man like that..."
"That's how much you excite me."
"...Ah..."
At my words her dazed face filled with happiness. Self-esteem, maybe.
"...Thank you... for saying that..."
"Still, we're going to have to work on your stamina. Right?"
"...Ah, okay... I'm, I'm so full of regret today too..."
"There's nothing to regret. We both liked it."
"...Mm... I'm sorry... I couldn't satisfy you..."
"I told you, you don't have to apologize. And I liked it too."
I stroked her face and wiped the tracks of her tears, and she covered my hand with hers, gazing up at me in a haze.
"...C-can I kiss you...?"
"Of course."
I covered her mouth and began to taste her lips, gentle. She came out to meet my tongue, but even that had gone slack, and the movement wasn't smooth. If anything, it was cute.
"...Haa, hnn... really... I like it so much... I'm so happy..."
"I'm glad. We'll do it again. All right?"
"Mm..."
"And next time, I don't think we'll be stopping at twice."
My hand drifted over her stomach, and she let a pleased little moan slip free. Most of the semen was already gone. It seemed all right to wipe her clean now.
"When's your ovulation day?"
"Ah... i-it should be right about now... it's cutting it close, though..."
With the amount I produced, once might even be enough, but her age had to be considered too. I'd heard that from the thirties on it was better to press the matter with frequency. That was only something I'd picked up here and there because that CEO bastard who'd run off had failed at getting anyone pregnant.
"Then we'll have to do it next time."
"...I-I'll really exercise..."
"Yes. I'd recommend that."
"...Mm..."
"And don't forget the test. You know that, right?"
"Don't worry... s-starting next week, two or three times a day will do."
"I don't want to go through that again."
"...Mm."
"And I don't want to watch you suffer, either."
"...Honey..."
She called me in a voice on the verge of tears. I stroked her cheek and wiped them away, then turned, found the tissues, yanked out a thick wad, and cleaned my hand and her stomach.
"Ah, I— I'll do it..."
"When you can't even move."
"Ahhnn..."
I wiped her down below as well, as gently as I could, and even that made her tremble in fine little shivers. There was no way she could wash on her own. I'd have to give her more time. I glanced around, wondering if a hotel room could really have no clock, then got off the bed and went looking for my phone. A pile of messages from Hyunji and Rahee was waiting, but answering them right now felt like a bit much.
"It's already eight. I should head to the hospital soon."
"Ah, r-right... I'd forgotten too..."
"Well, there's still time. Getting there after nine should be fine."
I lay back down beside her and stroked her face. She looked at me, then with an effort turned onto her side and wrapped an arm around my waist. The caution in that touch was still adorable. I quietly guided her arm the rest of the way around me and drew her into my embrace.
"...Ah..."
"You can touch me. You can stroke me. I'll be doing the same."
"...Mm... sniff..."
"Are you crying?"
"...Because I'm too happy. I've never cried from happiness before... I always thought that was nonsense..."
"I'm glad. But that's enough crying. Your eyes will puff up."
"...They won't stop..."
I rubbed her back in slow, gentle passes while she sniffled against my chest. Only after a long quiet stretch did she seem to come back to herself.
"All cried out?"
"...I'm embarrassed, even to myself... I'm not being grown-up at all..."
"That's exactly why it was cuter, and why I liked it. Stay like this in front of me."
"...Mm... stroke me more..."
"And there it is."
"...I love your hands. They heal me..."
"I'm glad. Hyunji says I'm a tonic."
"She's right, you are like a tonic... I feel like I could do anything."
Only then did she lift her head to look up at me, and her eyes were quite swollen. I gazed into that reddened puffiness and murmured.
"Whenever you need it, just say so. I'll hold you."
"...Mm... it really was a perfect first time..."
"For me too."
Strength was slowly returning to her body. I felt it, then quietly closed a hand over her backside.
"Haaahn... d-do you want to again...?"
"No. If we do, you really will pass out. I'll behave today. We should eat breakfast soon."
"...Sorry..."
"It's all right. Can you wash up now? Or do I need to wash you?"
Her head jerked up at that, her face flushing scarlet.
"N-no! It's not that bad. You're teasing me too much just because I'm old."
"I'm not. I just want to touch you more."
"...Ah, th-that's... no. Really, no... I truly can't hold back..."
She murmured it in a voice gone weak with regret, her face full of embarrassment and happiness at once.
"Think a day will come when you don't have to hold back? I won't let you off easy."
"...I don't know... I nearly died this past week, clearing time for Hyunji's performance..."
She was whining now, spoiled as a child. I let out a soft laugh and stroked her back.
"Did you. My Hyesun had a hard time."
"...Mm... really... there are so many awful people, honey... they throw other people's money around like it isn't anything..."
She piled it on even thicker, and I was a little thrown—then it began to dawn on me that this might be what she actually needed.
"Aigoo, did they really?"
"Mm..."
She didn't find my tone the least bit strange. Her lips worked in a little pout as she answered me, adorable. A touch of Peter Pan complex, maybe. Or just the rebound from all that stress, sitting in a place where she had to be responsible for everything. I couldn't know the reason. If she was cute, that was enough.
"I see... my Hyesun really does have it rough."
"I know... and listen..."
She began to chatter just like Hyunji, and out came things that sounded like company secrets, matters far beyond anything I could follow, all of it spilling easily. Of course, even if I stored every word, none of it meant anything to me, and I couldn't understand the work itself—but that was exactly why I understood she could talk so comfortably.
"Really, there's a multimale club called Valhalla. Sickening, isn't it? All they think about is how to jam it in even once... I don't even want to look at that side of things anymore."
"...You know Valhalla?"
"Hm? Ah... y-you know them too? You've heard of them."
"More precisely, someone from Dowon came to see me once."
"Did they. Well, you were even on the news."
She smiled shyly and nestled in closer. I looked at her and asked.
"Dowon explained their side and left. I haven't had time to look into any of it."
"Dowon's all right. Valhalla... I honestly wouldn't recommend it, but... i-if you want it, I'll go along."
"That place seemed a bit much to me, too."
"...Thank goodness. Lee Chul-young was Valhalla."
"...He was?"
"Mm. After all his backing was cut and he'd been reduced to a beggar, Hwaja and I were the ones who put him back on his feet, and still..."
"I see. Then I have even less reason to go."
For a negotiation it was usually better if both sides at least pretended to be interested, but when there were only two choices to begin with, one way or the other hardly made a difference.