First Experience (1)
My mind was blank.
It had been like this ever since that night with Wolbaek a few days ago.
The first pussy I’d tasted since falling into this world.
An absolute masterpiece of a cunt.
Just recalling the afterglow was enough to leave me like this…
—Twitch…
“Haah… Get a grip, seriously. Work. I have to work…”
Until the East Sea’s waters…
And Mount Baekdu…
Baekdu…
…Wolbaek noona’s tits had been about that big too…
“Aaaaaaaah!!!!”
I couldn’t focus!!
The desk in front of me was buried under papers recording Nakseongguan’s income and expenses, but none of it registered.
What the hell was I supposed to do??
Should I just fire one off and then try to get something done?
Or would one even be enough?
“Hoo…”
I snuck a glance toward the door.
Then I found a sheet among the ledgers I was checking that had a typo and had to be thrown out anyway.
Back when I still shared a room with Mother, I couldn’t even jerk off. But things were different now.
I had my own room.
Granted, it was right next to Mother’s, and the walls had zero soundproofing…
But if I just kept quiet, jerking off should be possible, right?
Of course, I’d never actually tried it yet.
Maybe it was leftover inertia from living with her.
Some part of me kept fretting that the door would suddenly fly open and Mother would walk in while I was mid-stroke.
And with that anxiety hanging over me, how was I supposed to enjoy myself?
“…….”
Haah, but today was really impossible.
If I didn’t shoot at least a few loads, my head would stay packed full of images of Wolbaek until I ended up having a wet dream.
Yeah…!
Time to man up and try it!!
Secretly jerking off in my own room!
I edged closer to the door.
Just in case anyone came looking for me, I wanted to catch any sound from the hallway.
Naturally, I stood with my back to the door.
So that if someone walked in, they’d only see my back—and I’d have even one extra second of leeway.
Shhk…
I eased my pants down a little.
My cock sprang free like it had been waiting for this exact moment.
…Had it always been this big?
It felt harder, thicker, ever since I’d claimed Wolbaek.
“Haah…”
Just thinking about Wolbaek noona got this kind of reaction out of me.
My personal onahole, molded perfectly to the shape of my cock.
“Ugh…”
What a lewd, beautiful resonance that word carried.
I wrapped my hand around myself and started stroking up and down.
“Ugh… Hnnh…”
I couldn’t make noise.
Mother might be doing the accounts in the next room, or she might decide to come over any second.
But my mind had already drifted somewhere else entirely.
Savoring Wolbaek’s breasts, the completely undone look on her face when I finally made her climax from her nipples alone.
The next day—my first taste of a woman’s cunt in this life, Wolbaek’s pussy.
And every single blissful moment I’d spent exploring every part of it.
Her sweet moans and cries.
Her honey, a little salty-sweet, faintly sugary.
Her soft arms and legs as she panicked under my caresses and tried to push me away.
The thick, filthy scent that bloomed when I forced stimulation on her sex.
The squirting.
The way she’d sobbed, bent over and begging me to fuck her.
How she’d finally taken my cock down her throat—no, into her throat-pussy—and swallowed every drop while savoring the sex.
Like a living flower boasting that it was more beautiful than any artificial bloom precisely because it would eventually scatter and fall.
That completely melted expression as she yearned for real sex with me…
“Hnngh… Ugh…!!”
As I stroked, it felt like Wolbaek’s skin—every place I’d kneaded and caressed—was right there under my hands.
My senses were so sharp that everything from that night—what I’d seen, the scents I’d breathed, the tastes, the textures, those filthy voices—came back in vivid detail.
Those huge, soft breasts that swallowed my fingers, and the assertive nipples.
That big yet beautifully shaped ass, still marked with the print of my palm.
The conquest of watching her fragrant, complex-scented pussy get painted over with nothing but pure lewd musk.
The way her inner walls clenched every time I called her my onahole.
The feel of her cervix kissing the head of my cock whenever I thrust upward.
The thrill of violating her deepest place.
Every single fold of that masterwork cunt that clung to my cock, begging me not to leave.
“Kh… N-now…”
The way she’d lain on the bed and opened her throat purely for my pleasure.
That filthy hole drooling saliva, the slickness of it.
How her throat had tightly embraced my cock when I pushed in, that soft membrane.
The hot breath that washed over my groin every time she panted.
The long string of our mixed fluids that stretched from the tip of my cock all the way to her lips when I pulled out after emptying myself into her stomach…
“Now… I’m—!”
I was at the edge.
The sights, the smells, the sensations from that night were too real.
It felt like I was buried in both her lower pussy and her upper pussy at the same time; the dual stimulation stacked on my cock.
Something rocketed up from my lower dantian.
Just one load…!!
Bang—
“Hey, Hong Jin-yu!!!”
“Ugh—”
The door slammed open in that exact instant, but there was no stopping the orgasm that had already begun.
Spurt, spuuurt—!!
“Are you serious?! You were… wait…?????”
“Hnn… Haaaah…”
“Wh-what…”
Cum arced through the air, and by the time it hit the floor I finally managed to turn my head and look at the uninvited guest.
Even through the haze of pleasure and blurry vision, I knew exactly who it was.
A flashy outing dress mixed with gold and soft purple, pink hair tied back in a dumpling bun, that still-young voice—Hui.
“Ji… Ji-Jin Yu…?? Wh-what is this, what were you doing…??”
It was Geumryang.
*
…Creeeak.
A brief exchange of stares.
I’d just finished cumming, so words wouldn’t come easily. Geumryang looked at me panting, looked at my cock, looked at the mess of semen splattered across the floor, then back at my face…
“S-sorry!!!”
She blurted it out, shut the door, and fled.
…I’m fucked. Shit.
I wanted nothing more than to collapse where I stood, but the cum still dribbling from the tip of my cock and the state I was in forced me to pull myself together.
I had to clean this up first.
I hurriedly wiped myself off with the scrap paper I’d been holding.
Then yanked my pants back up and tied the waist cord.
Finally I scrubbed the floor clean of the scattered semen, wadded the filthy paper into a tight ball, and stuffed it in the trash.
Last step: ventilation.
I’d kept the window shut because jerking off with it open felt weird, so now I flung it wide.
The evening breeze slipped in, gently searching out the scene of the crime.
Only then did the strength leave my body.
“Aaaaaah…!!!!”
Fucked, fucked, fucked, fucked!!!
At least it hadn’t been Mother, so I wasn’t completely dead, but still—I’d been caught by Geumryang!
Of all people, the biggest blabbermouth among the Hui!!
Why the hell had she even come to my room??
There was no reason for her to!!
Sure, when we were kids—before I turned seventeen—we used to play in each other’s rooms all the time…
And if you thought about it, we’d been inseparable friends for five whole years…!!
But once she started preparing to become a Hui, we’d never once invaded each other’s private space.
At most, if we ran into each other outside she’d come barreling over?
Call out “Jin Yu!” all friendly and give me a tight hug?
“Haah…”
Come to think of it, she’d just called me “Hong Jin-yu,” hadn’t she?
Using my full name like that meant she’d come to talk about something serious…
Only to open the door and find the person she needed mid-jerk-off, shooting his load…
“Aaaah…”
What kind of rumor was she going to spread?
With a flower garden for a brain like hers, she might just brag about it to everyone.
“I saw Jin Yu jerking off, you know?”
—She might go around the whole neighborhood saying that.
Just imagining it made my heart drop.
My cock shrank in sympathy.
No, wait. More importantly.
How was I supposed to look her in the face now?
Forget whatever Geumryang might do—the real problem was how I was supposed to act around her from now on.
Just smile big like nothing happened?
We were childhood friends, after all.
Play it off like “Eh, that kind of thing’s nothing~”?
Even though this was the first time she’d ever seen my cock since we became friends?
It wasn’t like one of those convenient plots where we’d already seen everything while bathing together or something?
Or should I just force a lovers’ atmosphere?
Tell her “I’m dirty now because of you, I can never get married…”?
If I demanded she take responsibility for the rest of my life, maybe it would work out somehow?
Geumryang was so innocent she might just go “Y-yeah…” and agree.
…Wait, then that would mean I was taking a Hui as my wife, Jin Yu??
Mother had told me never to touch the Hui of Nakseongguan, right?
…Of course, I’d already touched one pretty thoroughly…
But that didn’t mean I was free to touch the other Hui!!
“No, I didn’t touch her. I didn’t touch Geumryang…”
But was that even up to me?
It was up to Geumryang, who was about to start spreading rumors.
Sure, me jerking off in my own room wasn’t a problem, right?
Obviously it wasn’t, right?!
“Aaaagh…”
How the hell was I supposed to relieve myself for a while now with all this anxiety…
And I’d only done it once, and it hadn’t even been a satisfying finish…
“I didn’t get any relief…”
If anything, I was throbbing even harder.
Thinking about Wolbaek made it worse.
So was I going to jerk off again?
The conditioned fear was way too strong for that.
No—more fundamentally.
This lust had been born from spending a whole night of cloud-and-rain bliss with the number-one Hui, Wolbaek.
It was the carnal desire piled up from the best sex of my entire life.
Could something like that even be fixed with mere masturbation?
“I’m going crazy… going crazy…”
Thud, thud, thud, thud…
I tried banging my head against the wall a few times.
Dispel the afflictions. Dispel the afflictions.
Until the East Sea’s waters and Mount Baekdu wear away…
…I want to have sex.
“Aaaaaaaah!!!!”
I buried my face in the blanket and screamed as loud as the lust growing inside me…
That was the exact moment.
Creeeak—
“……??”
“A… are you done, Jin Yu?”
Geumryang’s face was red as a ripe tomato as she carefully opened the door and peeked her head in.
“…C-can I come in?”