First Time
I couldn't believe it.
Ignorant as I was about anything in this department, even I knew what I was looking at. That was the proof. Her hymen had torn.
"Hah..."
A virgin?
Song Yura, of all people, had been a virgin?
"...I don't even know what to say."
Before I could even properly savor my first time, my first thrust, or the revenge I'd taken on Song Yura, I found myself thrown completely off-balance.
"You've been wringing me dry without a second's rest this whole time. Where the hell did all that money even go?"
"Khh, hngh... I-I just bought some clothes. And some food, and then it all... nngh!"
Her answer left me so speechless I twitched — and even that tiny shift was enough to tear a pained moan out of her. Then again, this was a world where making money was hard and spending it was easy. No matter how much that cash had meant to me — a full month of grinding — it wouldn't have registered as more than pocket change to Song Yura.
"Augh, nngh!"
Was it really hurting that much? Or was being taken by me just that disgusting to her? Song Yura's face was knotted tight, and it showed no sign of easing.
Not that I'd been expecting her to look happy.
Still, it got under my skin, for some reason...
"Does it hurt?"
She nodded.
Watching her head bob up and down, I leaned in and whispered against her ear.
"You think this hurts more than what you did to me?"
"......!"
In that instant, Song Yura's eyes flew wide. Then she shook her head and started rolling her hips on her own, beating me to it.
"Ahhngh, ah, augh!"
Even as dying-of-pain moans spilled from her lips, Song Yura worked her hips with grim determination, blood running freely from between her legs. The sight of it pissed me off for no good reason. I seized both her arms.
"Who told you to move on your own? Just spread your legs and stay still."
"I-I'm sorry... When I think about what I did to you, Master, this much pain isn't even enough to count as atonement."
...Had I put too much fear into her?
Nothing else could explain the Song Yura in front of me. People changed under a strong enough shock, sure — but this was like looking at an entirely different person.
"Shut your mouth."
"Mmph!"
If I stayed with her like this any longer, I really might start to waver. I kissed her so she couldn't open her mouth again, and I moved my hips.
Wet, muffled sounds filled the space between us.
Was I supposed to call this virginal? Or was every woman this tight down there? As my cock pushed deeper, tearing through her hymen more thoroughly with every inch, I felt the walls of Song Yura's pussy cling to me, slick and sticky.
She was so tight I couldn't force those walls apart no matter how hard I pushed.
"Nngh!"
"Kh!"
This time a faint groan slipped from me as well. A moment ago I'd been too stunned to notice, but the pleasure of sex — something I was feeling for the first time in my life — blew past anything I'd imagined.
Holy shit. Is this even real?
I seemed to remember someone saying sex was worse than jerking off by hand. What kind of sex had that idiot been having, to run his mouth like that?
Now that I'd learned this "taste," I couldn't have said that even as a lie. This was a sensation no hand could ever give you.
Schlick. Schlick.
I was just burying myself inside Song Yura and rolling my hips, slow and steady — and pleasure spread through my whole body, sharp and electric.
"Nnnngh!"
Even her pained moans felt good now. The realization that this woman was becoming completely mine sent a selfish, conquering heat rising through me.
"Haa, haa... It looks like it feels good, Master."
Tears streaming down her face, Song Yura locked both arms around the back of my neck and took my cock even deeper.
"Nngh... Y-you can move however you want. Please... fuck me as hard as you... want."
This time I didn't even have the presence of mind to snap at her. I was too far gone, drowning in the pleasure right in front of me. Instinct took over. I claimed Song Yura's lips and slammed my hips like an animal.
Schlick, schlick, schlick.
In that dark alley, the only sound was the violent, wet rhythm of our bodies colliding. The moment I drove into Song Yura, every stray thought vanished. My body felt like it was melting. And some part of me thought — this wasn't so bad.
That was how good it felt.
"Haugh, hah!"
Every time I wanted to wring sweeter moans from her lips, my cock seemed to answer that will on its own, twitching and teasing every inch of her insides.
And then the moment arrived.
The pleasure kept climbing until I felt the surge of climax rising from below, and my grip on Song Yura's thighs tightened.
"Kh!"
"Hnnnnngh, augh! Haa..."
Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.
Whether it was because I almost never jerked off, or because of the Demonic Energy that passively enhanced every one of my stats, I couldn't say. The volume and force of the cum erupting from my cock was nowhere near normal.
"Hnnnngh, hngh!"
I kept pumping for well over thirty seconds. Anyone could have seen it. I could actually feel the weight of my load pooling at the tip of the condom.
"Ah, aah... Th-this much..."
Song Yura's eyes said she couldn't believe it either. She was a virgin too, so she had no more experience than I did — but even a woman would have understood that this wasn't normal.
Schlick.
I pulled out of Song Yura, out of the pussy that had given me pleasure beyond words. The condom was swollen fat, just as I'd expected. Inside it, the load I'd dumped was sloshing heavily.
"......"
Unbidden, I pictured what would happen if that cum had gone into Song Yura's womb instead of a condom. If I came this much, even on a safe day — unless the odds were a perfect zero — she'd be pregnant in no time.
I'd better stock up on condoms.
I muttered that to myself and patted my back pocket. I still had a few left. But looking at the vivid blood mixed with clear fluid on the ground, I decided to let her off this time.
Tearing her hymen would have hurt her badly enough. This was enough for today.
Yeah. For today.
There was no need to rush anyway. Song Yura was my slave now. A slave who couldn't so much as lift a finger without my say-so.
"Can you put your clothes on?"
"I-I'm sorry. My whole body's gone limp, and it still hurts so much..."
Song Yura sniffled, looking genuinely ashamed. I frowned and had to dress her myself, piece by piece. Her panties, already soaked, grew even wetter as I pulled them up, and the strange sensation drew a faint moan from her.
"Hngh..."
That single moan was enough to make me twitch hard again. I shook my head and quickly finished dressing her.
I considered just tossing the condom, but you weren't supposed to throw trash wherever you pleased. I stuffed it in my pocket, planning to dump it in a proper trash can on the way to the convenience store.
That was the plan, anyway.
"M-Master!"
"What?"
"I'll take that and throw it away."
I looked at Song Yura pointing at the condom and let out a short laugh.
"Yeah. This is the kind of thing a slave does."
"L-leave it to me!"
Song Yura tied off the end of the condom and stuffed it into her handbag. I was pretty sure that bag was a luxury brand she treasured — and she was putting that inside it. It was satisfying, seeing that she finally understood her place.
"You'd do well to remember this is nowhere near the end, Song Yura. I've told you more than once — the second I decide I don't like you, you die by my hand. Anytime."
"I-I'll work har— no, I'll do well! And if I don't please you, then kill me!"
The sheer boldness of that made me click my tongue and step back.
"I'll kill you whether you say that or not."
I glanced at Song Yura, still half-collapsed against the wall, and wondered if I should help her as far as a taxi. But no matter how I turned it over, that was far too much consideration. There was no reason to go that far for Song Yura, of all people.
"Don't get upset that I'm not helping you walk. You never helped me, either."
"...Yes!"
She looked faintly sad, and yet she answered with a force that sounded like a vow. I left her behind and walked out of the alley.
At the same time, Karina spoke up.
"It's complicated. I wouldn't call it good, and I wouldn't call it bad. Just... a heavy bitterness. So this is the taste of revenge."
"But, Karina."
This much, I could say for certain.
"Even if revenge doesn't mean a damn thing — it's still a hell of a lot better than watching that bitch be happy."
That, separate from the bitterness, would have felt genuinely terrible. Song Yura still had more suffering ahead of her. Even if she started playing the wronged victim now that our positions had flipped, I had no intention of changing my mind.
And if people pointed fingers, I'd ignore them cleanly. They could never fully understand what had happened between Song Yura and me.
Hnnnngh, hngh!
I shook my head at the moan that rose unbidden in my memory and broke into a run toward the convenience store.
Tap. Tap-tap.
At that pace, I arrived in no time.
"Boss, I'm here."
"Oh, you're back. Did you get that business sorted out?"
"Yeah, more or less... Actually, Boss, there's something I need to tell you. Is that okay?"
I told him I was quitting the convenience store job as well, on top of Strawberry Pocha. The boss was clearly disappointed, but he patted me on the back and said I couldn't work convenience store shifts forever.
"Hmm, could you give me about three days? Convenience store jobs are especially popular these days. I'll definitely find someone in that time. And if I find someone sooner, I'll let you go even earlier."
"A week is fine too. You don't have to rush the hiring."
Convenience store jobs were popular, sure — but that also meant a lot of weirdos and people with no staying power showed up. Two days, maybe. No — two days was generous. There were even people who'd agree to the job and then bail after less than a day, claiming it was too hard. From the boss's perspective, hiring the wrong person meant worrying about everything from store sales on down. So it was better to take the time and hire someone decent.
If I can stick around long enough to train the new hire for even a day, that'd be even better.
I could spare that much time for the convenience store boss.
"Are you sure? Don't push yourself if it's too much."
"Back in high school, you went out of your way to hire me. Let me repay at least this much of that kindness. And of course, once I'm more successful, I'll pay you back properly then, too."
He was one of the few warm people who'd ever reached out a hand to me. After I lost my parents and became a powerless orphan, after nothing but persecution — I still remembered crying when he slipped me New Year's money under the guise of a bonus. That memory was still giving me the hope to face tomorrow.
Song Yura ended up taking that money too, in the end.
I answered Karina's question. It was because they were human that they could be crueler than anyone.
As I said it, I started stocking the products that had come in today, one by one — until a lunch box labeled Pork Cutlet & Spaghetti caught my eye, and I couldn't help but smirk.
By now, Han Suhui would be sleeping peacefully at home, our only sanctuary. I used to be the same. For us, when every single day had been hell, the only time we could truly rest was when we were asleep.
Just wait a little longer.
Because I was about to change all of that completely.
I passed the time thinking about how soon this convenience store job would be over — and how I'd finally step into the Tutorial Tower.