My Goddesses (1)
My first girlfriend was really short. She insisted she was 145cm, but she was 142. Her name was Hong Da-hye. There wasn't any special reason we started dating.
I'd been into board games since I was a kid, so I first went to a board game cafe in my first year of high school. After seeing some kids from my class there, we started hanging out regularly. There were a bunch of girls, coming and going as they pleased. But she showed up every weekend without fail, playing games with us. She knew the rules better than I did—practically the rule master. To me, she was my board game teacher.
Then one day, our hands brushed, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. I bought a new board game and used the excuse that I didn't get the rules to invite her over. That day, we became a couple.
I often thought it would be nice if she stayed by my side. My parents up and left for some European country, saying they were emigrating or whatever—gone in just six months. I still wonder how she's doing. We kept in touch sporadically, and I heard she got into a good university. Got a boyfriend, too. That was two years ago, I think. Hearing about her boyfriend gutted me.
Sure, I'd had two more girlfriends since she left—in my second year of high school, and then in college. Still, something about her lingered in a corner of my heart.
Then the zombie apocalypse hit. Ah, if she were here now, we could've played board games till the end. That's how I ended up here.
Standing in front of me was Yeonsu. Not Hong Da-hye. Da-hye had been tiny; Yeonsu was tall. My T-shirt hung loose on her, and my shorts were baggy as hell—didn't suit her at all.
During the board game, my eyes kept wandering. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, rolling dice, flipping cards... no bra, it was distracting. And the wide legs of my shorts on both girls—teasing glimpses of their inner thighs. I couldn't focus for shit.
Naturally, I got eliminated first. I just watched Yeonsu and Hye-yun duke it out one-on-one.
Now she stood before me, giving off a sweet scent. Hair length didn't matter much. Yeonsu had that beauty vibe; Hye-yun was cute. No matter the hair, they looked feminine. If anything, their similar short bobs gave off a boyish charm. Maybe they'd cut it short on purpose to kill my interest.
If that was the plan... it backfired hard. My first girlfriend had been boyish too. That's why Hong Da-hye crossed my mind right now—blame it on your hair, girls.
...My dick felt like it was gonna burst.
I took a deep breath. Guess it was loud—Yeonsu let out a soft hng. Her footsteps shuffled. She was tense.
Faint light leaked from the living room through the door crack, barely outlining her silhouette. Half a step away. Not even 20cm between us.
I traced her slowly with my eyes—from neck to waist, hips, legs. Her curves weren't extreme, nothing jaw-dropping. Just normal, real. Her slightly perky ass was only a bit lower than mine.
She didn't turn. So I stripped off the shorts. Then the T-shirt. Naked now.
My cock sprang up, twitching on its own. I gripped it with one hand, angled it down. Stepped closer, slid it between her ass cheeks.
Pressed tight, wrapped both arms around her stomach. She jolted with a hng, trembling in my arms. Scared? Tense?
I stayed buried inside for a moment. So warm. Her body heat radiated. Her soft ass pressed against my pubes.
I buried my face in her neck, lips to skin. Didn't suck—just pressed. Her earlobe burned hot. Long hair would've half-covered her face, but now? Totally exposed. Nothing to block my lips creeping up.
She swallowed hard—gulp. Eyes probably squeezed shut. Hold on? Endure it?
I nibbled her earlobe, tongue flicking out to lick—while slipping hands under her T-shirt to cup her bare stomach. Wanted it sneaky, so I lifted the hem carefully.
Amid her ragged breaths and the ear stimulation, she grabbed my arm. Reflexive—not blocking.
Slid my right pinky under the shorts' waistband to distract. Left hand roamed up—lower belly to upper, to her plump, soft tits. Fingers traced the curve, flicked nipples gently, then squeezed.
She flinched, gripping my arm with both hands. Like, how dare you touch there.
While she clutched my arm groping her tits, I shoved my right hand fully into her shorts. Palm hit coarse hair; fingers sank into thick flesh.
"Hk." She hunched, body jerking. Pushed her ass back into me; I thrust forward.
...Soaked. Nervous? Turned on? Fingers—hell, my whole hand—slick as hell. Silky soft, like stroking satin. I rubbed her fat outer lips and inner folds wildly; she kept trying to bend over. Gripping my arms, pulling hard. Breaths mixed with moans.
Used my left hand on her tit to pull her upright. "Haa." Slid it to her neck, tugged her chin—turned her head to me. Kissed her.
Mm—short breath. Soft lips. Tongue straight in, past teeth, savoring her soft one.
Even as my left hand dropped to knead her tits, she didn't pull away. Right hand didn't stop—rubbing that drenched silk nonstop.
Finally, she turned her head, exhaling deep—moan-laced. Sounded like she came lightly.
My turn soon—my poor dick. Heart pounding, ready to explode.
Lifted her shirt off, took her hand, laid her on the bed. Hands on her hips. Gonna pull the shorts off. She lifted her ass to help.
I sat at her lower half—for the shorts. On purpose. After, spread her legs, wedged my body in—like I was about to enter. She thought so too, spreading willingly.
Room pitch black. Saw nothing. She covered her face with her hands. Legs wide.
Tongue out, straight to her crotch—sucked. "Aahk!" Ass jerked away. Tried squirming. Gripped her hips tight—no escape. Tongue swirling, kept sucking.
Damn. So much juice—like a mouthful of jelly. And unkempt bush. Felt good, but hard to go long. Wiped my mouth on my hand—felt pubes stick.
Make her shave later—nice and smooth for easier eating. She seemed to like it—tried pulling away but moaned, flooded me.
Gripped my cock, rubbed it there. Slick and good. Side to side, front-back, then down slow. Right at the dip.
Didn't enter. Just pressed. Hugged her like that. "Gonna put it in."
No reply. Thrust in. Warm, slick, soft—swallowed to the root.
Lips bitten, eyes scrunched. Hurt. No sound. Body rigid as stone.
"Hurts, right? Relax."
Amazingly obedient. Tension melted; the tight grip loosened.
"Yeonsu. Leave it to me now. I'll take care of everything. Just enjoy living here. Got it?"
No words. Mouth clamped—like she couldn't make noise. But nodded. Trusting me.
Too happy. Moved slow. First time—no roughness. Building rhythm.
Arms around my neck. Kissed neck, ears. Lips met. Tasted tits with tongue. Raw, inside. No condom.
She stayed silent to the end. But breaths ragged as hell.
* * *
"Felt so good. How was it? Hurt a lot?"
"...No... a little... kinda hurt."
Yeonsu nestled back against me, savoring. I held her from behind, fondling tits. Perfect moment.
"What was the hardest part after the zombie apocalypse hit?"
No answer. Maybe from the ongoing caresses.
"Food? Or water?"
"...What about... God?"
"Me? Hmm. Food, I guess. Before becoming a god, I thought we'd starve like this."
She turned. "...A god starves?"
"Haven't been one long."
"...How? You were... human before?"
"Still am. Also a god. Complicated."
"...How?"
"Uh..." No need for the full Grandfather story.
"Got this weird tattoo on my arm."
No need to mention the Book of Ruin.
"One day, boom. Became a god after."
"...Possible?"
"You've seen what I can do."
"...Yeah."
"So, Yeonsu. From now on, leave it all to me. No fear, no worries. Just stay in my arms and be happy. I'll make it that way."
No reply. Just turned away again.
So I kissed her earlobe, slipped hand between her legs. Wiped some with a towel earlier, but... If she hated it, she'd clamp shut. She spread willingly. For easy access.