Experience
“Ah… there… no… a little higher… ahh… yes, just like that…”
Myeongsuk was working herself into such a frenzy that I could no longer tell whether she was truly training me or simply lost in her own pleasure. My tongue, which had been lapping broadly around her sex, drifted toward her rear. Her hips jerked.
“Nngh… that’s… a personal weak spot of mine… mmm…”
Hearing that, I began to lick there as well. Her juices started dripping onto my face, her folds growing slick and swollen. Rocking her hips back and forth until she had thoroughly soaked the lower half of my face, Myeongsuk finally lifted her hips, sat beside me, and wiped my face clean with her hands. Her cheeks were flushed deep red.
“Haa… haa… that was excellent… I feel like I’m going to lose my mind…”
She kissed me again, then shifted her body over mine. Using only her hips, she aligned herself with uncanny precision until the head of my cock nestled against her entrance. Whether she was a natural genius or simply possessed of experience beyond anything I could imagine, I had no idea. With my swollen tip pressed to her, Myeongsuk looked down at me, face still flushed, and spoke.
“Right now, Jisin-nim, you’ll probably finish the moment you go in. That doesn’t mean your stamina is weak or anything of the sort. Most men are the same. This sort of thing improves with time and practice. So don’t blame yourself—hold out as long as you can, then just let go when you need to.”
As she finished speaking she began to lower her hips by degrees. My straining cock slid smoothly into her body.
“Nngh…”
Myeongsuk closed her eyes halfway and let out a soft nasal sound. Ah—this was unmistakably different. It bore no comparison to the inside of Yunchae. At first the entry felt almost easy, but the instant I was fully sheathed, her walls closed around me as if they had been waiting. Not tight, but soft and sticky, wrapping and clinging until we felt completely sealed together.
I had never felt anything like it. Of course, Yunchae was the only woman I had ever known. My head was already swimming. Myeongsuk, having taken me to the root, stayed perfectly still and simply watched me. My half-lidded gaze blurred. When she began to roll her hips slowly, dizziness flooded my skull and sensation seemed to short-circuit through my body. I had never heard of feeling like this before climax.
The moment I thought every drop of blood in me had rushed to my cock, a sharp electric tingle sparked at the tip. Then, with a force that made my urethra ache, everything inside me seemed to empty out in a single violent surge.
Myeongsuk stopped moving and waited for me to finish. When the pulsing finally subsided she lifted her hips with exquisite slowness. My semen poured from her like urine. She looked down at me with a mature little smile, then leaned forward and settled against my chest. Her full breasts pressed soft and warm against mine.
“You did well.”
Her face hovered just above mine. I could see her lips, and without thinking I leaned closer. There was no way she missed my intent. Her mouth parted slightly. I kissed her, and my tongue slipped into her almost of its own accord. Myeongsuk received it with practiced, silken skill. Once again my head spun. She was extraordinary above and below.
When the kiss ended she sat beside me and said,
“From today on I will live as Jisin-nim’s servant. Of course that young shaman girl is preferable, but if this old body ever crosses your mind, just say the word. And when the time comes to recruit people, there may be moments when Jisin-nim will need to exert real power. Against that day, I will do everything I can to make sure you can stand tall and ready.”
I looked at her face.
“You’ll help me?”
Myeongsuk nodded.
“Sex is experience too. You need a great deal of it, and variety. That shaman has no experience of her own, so she won’t be able to guide you. Whether she eventually takes charge of your bedchamber or not, until then I’ll take care of it.”
Honestly I could not make sense of half of what this woman was saying. She already seemed to have detailed plans, and to know exactly what she was doing. Amid everything that was happening, I was still struggling just to keep my head clear.
That evening I had sex with Go Myeongsuk twice more. Even while we were joined she never stopped talking about technique. Whether any of it was actually useful I had no idea; frankly I barely understood the words. And more honestly still, I was in no state to listen. Her body was magnificent—nothing like what one expected of a woman her age. I never lasted five minutes, and even after finishing I was shocked at how quickly the urge returned. Each climax felt as though every last drop was being wrung from me. Eventually Myeongsuk checked the time, said she had to go home, rinsed off quickly in the bathroom, and we left the motel and parted ways at once.
Utterly drained, I staggered back to my room. All sorts of thoughts crowded my mind, but my body would not permit them. I collapsed and slept like the dead.
The next day at school a text from Yongjin arrived, and I met him in the student cafeteria. Over the meal he spoke with complete seriousness about everything he had been planning, even producing a printed proposal and arguing with real passion. I could not understand where all that fire came from.
When he finished eating I asked him, equally serious,
“Hyung. Why the hell are you doing this?”
Yongjin stared at me for a long moment, then said,
“You’ve got class, right? Class doesn’t matter right now. We’re leaving.”
He grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside. Once we were off campus he scanned the street, then ducked into a place that served pork-bone soup. We had just eaten, so I wondered why we were here—until I grasped his intent. In a quiet corner of the nearly empty lunch-hour restaurant he ordered alcohol. When the owner brought soju glasses he asked for beer mugs instead. He poured an entire bottle into the two large glasses and pushed one toward me. We each drained half a glass in almost a single swallow. It was cold and warming at the same time, a strange, pleasant feeling. Without much conversation we sucked the meat from the bones and kept drinking.
Bottles accumulated. Still neither of us spoke. Only after ordering yet another bottle did Yongjin finally look at me and say,
“Every time I listen to you speak and watch people’s souls get sucked right out of them, I notice the same thing. Nobody pays attention to the talent itself—they’re completely absorbed in the story you’re telling. People don’t have the ability to see you for what you are. Or rather, your gift of speech is so overwhelming they never even think to look. I realized early on how extraordinary that is. You could turn the world upside down. You could set the whole world in the palm of your hand. And the real joke is that even the main character himself doesn’t know it.”
I simply watched his face as the words poured out. Yongjin’s eyes were shining.
“We can shake the world. At the very least we can become filthy rich, and once that money power is strong enough we can do whatever we want. What’s the point of grinding through school? Graduate, get a job, work for some company, take home a few hundred a month after every deduction… even if you save for years you can barely buy a place in Seoul. Get married, have a kid, and the private academies and everything else swallow every won you earn.”
I gave a short laugh.
“Hyung. That’s how everybody lives.”
His eyes grew colder, sharper.
“You know why everybody lives that way? Because they think exactly like you. While ordinary people scramble and scrape, the ones with money and power look down on the masses and live large. Did they all claw their way up from the bottom through pure hard work? Never. Do they feel the slightest empathy for the people struggling below them? Never. They treat them like dogs and pigs and wrap themselves in the privilege of the chosen. They use every dirty trick and every force they shouldn’t touch to keep their castles secure. And that power and that money get handed down. The old yangban and commoner, India’s caste system, slaves, class—call it whatever you want. That stuff is still alive and well in this country.”