Pure Love Is the Best

‘This is impossible… it feels like it’s twice the size of Suhyun's—no, three times as big…’

At the dizzying thought that flashed through her mind, Nayeon hastily shook her head.

I must really be losing my mind.

Suhyun had always been there in every season of her life, her childhood friend and precious boyfriend, present in her very first memories. The man before her, on the other hand, was nothing more than the object of a purely obligatory act of intercourse — something she had to do for the sake of his position as village chief and the village's survival.

I love Suhyun. That's why.

Her mind drew that line clearly enough.

And yet, before the overwhelming difference her eyes and senses were reporting, her gaze and her hands kept wandering over the man's body, here, there, everywhere.

This rural village chief was nothing like Park Suhyun, the Seoul-born model student. His broad back was so solid that even a light ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠touch sent tingles straight to her nipples. Every time she ran her lathered hands down along him, thick, knotted muscle caught at her fingertips. He was so huge that even standing on her toes, her chin barely reached the vicinity of his shoulder blades.

And above all… there was that monstrously aroused, magnificent cock.

"Haah, haah…."

Merely picturing that throbbing length plunging deep into her body made her lower abdomen clench and ache. The dizzying fantasy made her legs buckle for a moment, and she nearly collapsed — instead, she found herself clinging even tighter to his firm body.

What is wrong with me…?

When she tentatively wrapped her soapy fingers around him to wash him, the monstrous size registered far more viscerally.

Even though she circled the tapered column just below the head with her fingers, the tips of her thumb and middle finger fell impossibly short of touching. The gap that remained plainly visible between her fingertips was proof of his girth.

Compared to the dildo she kept hidden deep in the drawer of her one-room apartment's closet — her toy for when she was alone — he looked at least twice as thick around.

For the record, she had never once shown Suhyun that dildo. Not out of embarrassment, but because she'd feared her beloved boyfriend might feel crushed, might have his pride wounded.

Ever since she'd started sleeping with Suhyun in college, she'd developed a bad habit.

Throughout sex, she kept checking his face — moaning fake moans on cue, performing her arousal to match his rhythm.

'Ahn, hngh, Suhyun…! I—ahn, I'm close!'

'Nngh…! Haah, haah, felt good, Nayeon?'

'…Yeah! It was so good… I love you, Suhyun.'

Suhyun would always stroke her hair tenderly with a satisfied face, and she would bury her face in his chest to hide her disappointed expression. And every night after sex, to soothe the ache of a climax never quite reached, she masturbated alone with a huge dildo that scraped far deeper than Suhyun ever could, again and again until she came — that was the absolute secret Nayeon had resolved to take to her grave, confessing to no one.

And now that very monster in her hand — one that left even that enormous dildo hopelessly behind — was pulsing with a life of its own.

"D-don't move. You keep flinching, I can't wash you properly!"

"Hngh, b-but it's been too intense this whole time! Hhk, I'm having a hard time holding back."

"J-just bear it! If you come before we even have sex, washing you was pointless…!"

Before her efforts — through sheer, suppressed embarrassment — went to waste, she hurriedly rinsed the remaining soap from his body with the showerhead.

That was when it happened. The man suddenly spun around, wrapped a thick arm around her waist, and pressed his face in close.

'N-no!'

He was so strong that even to push lightly against his chest she had to strain with all her might just to hold him off.

"K-kisses are off-limits! I promised I'd only do that with Suhyun!"

It was the first time Suhyun's name had burst from her lips in front of this man. Guilt, perhaps — or maybe a strange, forbidden thrill. It was a name she'd been desperately trying to bury in her heart until now.

That's right — even if her body was given over for the sake of the village's survival, her lips were sacred ground she would never, ever concede. A memory from her childhood, but vivid still. The day she accepted Suhyun's confession beneath the scattering cherry blossoms, she'd felt the warmth of their first kiss and sworn with all her heart that their lips would belong to each other alone, forever.

But far from being flustered, the man simply curled the corners of his mouth with practiced ease.

"See, here in Wolan-ri…"

What on earth is he going to say this time?

"…it's common sense to warm the body up with kisses and foreplay before intercourse."

…What?

"Otherwise it's dangerous, isn't it? What if you get hurt from being forced in without preparation?"

At that utterly reasonable, considerate logic, the strength drained from Nayeon's arms — the arms that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had been barring his chest — like it had never been there at all.

Right. That was just common sense, of course.

I already knew Suhyun's name from her status window, but the moment his name left her lips alongside her refusal, something deep inside me decided I wanted to break her down no matter what it took.

Turns out the brain really does work faster when it's being stimulated — and that's when the common sense alteration flashed into my head.

The cost was practically a steal, too. After all, warming the body up before sex is perfectly ordinary common sense even by normal people's standards. Even for me — who learned about sex from manhwa sites — this much was basic knowledge.

'Should've done this from the start. Should I suggest another shower?'

The alteration's effect was undeniable. The same woman who, mere moments ago, had resisted so fiercely she even invoked her boyfriend's name now clung to my arm as if nothing had happened, pressing her waist flush against my body without protest.

"……"

But the problem was what came next.

When it came time to actually stick my tongue out, the problem was my common sense.

…How the hell is kissing even done?

"Haah, haah, what are you standing there spacing out for? If you're going to do it, do it already."

Best to be honest here, even if it's embarrassing. Nothing I can do about it.

"Well, the thing is… I've never actually kissed anyone before, so… could you take the lead a little?"

This time a far longer, heavier silence settled over the shower room than when I'd suggested we wash together. I don't know what ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she was thinking, but she stood there with her head bowed for a long while, saying nothing.

And then, at last, in a voice so small it was barely audible:

"…Fine. I'll do it, then. Take the lead, that is."

Her consent spilled from her lips.

She took my hand — still not fully dry — and led me to the bedroom. She plopped me down on the edge of the worn spring mattress, let out a long breath, and swung both legs up over my thighs, straddling me.

Smack. The sound of wet skin meeting wet skin rang in my ears.

"Hah…."

Her smooth, cool lower belly pressed down over my throbbing, rigid cock, and her hips flinched reflexively. Because of the size difference between us, even with her kneeling above me, the position naturally left her chin tilted up, looking down at me. So this was what city girls were like — so small, so pale, so soft.

Her damp lashes trembled as her eyes narrowed. Then, gripping the back of my head roughly with both slender hands, she boldly pushed her hot, feverish tongue through the gap between my parted lips.

"Mmh… chuup, haah… nngh, hup…."

Sweet, lukewarm saliva poured into my mouth. Her tongue coiled insistently around mine, stiff and clumsy, teasing the insides of my gums and the roof of my mouth, stirring through me greedily.

Unable to hide how green I was, I fumbled to tangle my tongue with hers, and before I knew it, uncontrolled drool was trailing down my chin. When the saliva slid down along my throat, she pulled her lips away for a moment and swallowed down the pooled breath and spit.

"Haah, ha…."

And then, as if she couldn't wait a second longer, she devoured my lips again, fiercely.

"Haah… tsup, chuureup… gulp."

Half-lidded eyes, cheeks flushed crimson, chest heaving raggedly. The wet strands of blonde hair clinging to her cheeks and collarbone gave off an indescribably obscene air. The way she kissed me was the living, breathing embodiment of the word seductive.

"Chuup… haah… nngh, chup, chureup…!"

As her breathing grew ragged, Nayeon's tongue tangled with mine more insistently, more slickly.

I finally understood why old folks used to joke that 'a kiss alone can make a baby.' Honestly, it felt like kissing alone might make something burst down below.

At this rate I really might come before we even got to penetration. Endless streams of precum made the space between her belly and my shaft slick and sticky, letting out wet, filthy friction sounds.

"Haah… haah… tsup."

After sharing spit and exploring my tongue for a long while, she suddenly pulled her lips away.

In her eyes — roughly wiping the saliva from her chin with the back of her hand — there was unmistakable frustration and dissatisfaction.

'Wh-why is she like that? Did I do something wrong? Did I drool too much?'

While I blinked dumbly, utterly rattled, she finally lost patience and snapped at me through her flushed face.

"Haah… haah… you really…"

What on earth does she want? The moment I just kept blinking, she opened her mouth first.

"Haah… haah… you are unbelievable…"

"Huh? Wh-what's wrong…?"

"…Why aren't you touching me!"

"Huh?"

"When I'm kissing you, your hands—haah, you can't just leave them sitting there! Why do you make me say every ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠single one of these things out loud myself?!"

Oh.

I was the one who'd registered 'kisses and foreplay' into the altered common sense. But faced with a single kiss, my brain had overloaded, and my hands had just been frozen stupidly around her hips.

In my defense, the shock of my first kiss was simply that enormous — but the woman in front of me looked thoroughly worked up and impatient.

"Ah, sorry, I was nervous…"

"…Do it properly."

As I awkwardly loosened my grip around her waist, she wasted no time pressing her lips to mine again, offering up one breast right in front of my palm — as if demonstrating, go on, knead it.

I threw out any pathetic second-guessing like 'how am I supposed to touch it?'

I just reached out on instinct and seized the full, heavy breast in one go.

Grip—

"Hnnghh—?!"

Oops. I'd failed to control my grip strength.

The hand trained by years of farm work had clenched unconsciously, and Nayeon's brow furrowed fiercely with pain and pleasure mingled together. But there was no sign of her pushing my hand away or telling me to stop. Quite the opposite — she tightened her hold on the back of my head and tangled her tongue even deeper into my mouth.

It did say 'Masochism: A' in her status window… so she likes it rough?

Meanwhile, the sensation of her breast filling my palm surpassed anything I'd imagined. Like fresh, warm rice cake stuffed to bursting with soft whipped cream, the plump flesh overflowed heavily between my fingers. The slightest squeeze of my grip deformed its shape, and the moment I eased off, it sprang back, bouncy and resilient as if nothing had happened.

Greed got the better of me. I cupped the whole breast in my palm and kneaded it roughly, crushing and working the flesh, and her nails dug sharply into my shoulders.

"Tsup, hngh…! Nnn, haah… tsup, hup…!"

Through the gaps between our lips, her breath spilled out thick with nasal, keening moans.

Suddenly, 'Erogenous Zones: Nipples B' from her status window flashed through my mind.

I flattened my palm and ground it over her breast in slow circles, then pinched the hard, swollen bud of her nipple firmly between thumb and forefinger and gave it a twist.

"Haaaahn—!"

In an instant, Nayeon's back arched like a bow, her hips bucking upward.

Pressing the pad of my thumb down on her stiffened nipple in firm, round circles, I watched her thighs tremble in fine shivers like someone being electrocuted, clawing at my shoulders.

"Haah, nn, ngh…! W-wait, not there… nnn!"

The reaction was so immediate and unmistakable that it sent tingles down to my fingertips.

Slowly, confidence surged through me. With my free hand, I glided my palm slowly down over her sweat-slicked nude body. Past her firm calves, into the soft inner thigh, grabbing a fistful of her taut buttocks, then trailing up the narrow curve of her side to brush along the sensitive hollow of her underarm.

Every time my fingertips grazed her skin, she flinched — yet somehow her body kept leaning toward my touch first, meeting it halfway without her meaning to.

When my hand finally traveled down along her ribs toward her lower belly, Nayeon panted hotly and shifted herself slightly on my lap.

And then, without hesitation, she spread her legs wide to either side.

Her flushed, feverish secret crease was revealed to my eyes with nothing left to the imagination.

But now that it was right there in front of me, my fingertips hesitated again, faltering around her lower abdomen.

And then, as if she couldn't stand it a second longer—

Nayeon's wet hand snatched my wrist and dragged it roughly down, straight between her thighs.

'I spread them, so hurry up and touch me.'

She didn't say a word, but that shameless gesture was shouting it loud and clear.

The moment my fingers made contact, a slick, scorching heat flooded over them. Across flawlessly smooth, bare skin, transparent nectar was already overflowing beyond all control, soaking everything through.

Without hesitation, I pushed two thick fingers deep into the drenched crease.

Squelch—!

"Hiiing…! A-Aah, hnnnngh—!"

Nayeon threw her head back and sucked in a sharp breath. The hot inner flesh clamped down around my fingers without a gap, but this was nowhere near the stage to settle for.

I added a third finger, spreading the narrow passage open, and began stirring roughly, raking along the coarse folds within.

Squelch, chik, chik—.

Obscene friction sounds rang out nakedly through the quiet room.

"Haah…! Ah, ah…! Nnn, hup, haang…!"

Every time I curled my fingers inward and dragged them up along her ceiling, Nayeon's pale thighs quivered in fine convulsions. The liquid overflowing around my fingers slid stickily all the way down to my wrist. Her walls bit down hard enough to snap my fingers, but I didn't stop — I bent my fingertips and drilled into the softest, most ridged part of her inner wall with focused intent.

"Hnn… w-wait, stop… ah, ahn!"

Unable to endure it, Nayeon shuddered and clamped her thighs together, trying to escape.

But my thick thighs already had her legs bound firmly open. I slowed my pace slightly, and instead thrust my fingers deep, deep inside, swirling them in round circles, churning her inner walls.

Chljk, chupobop—! Splash, chik!

"Nnghh…! Haah, ang! Haah… hngaaah…!"

Nayeon, shivering with her spine arched rigid, finally reached her limit and began desperately slapping at the back of my hand. It was a signal that fingers alone could no longer fill her.

Knowing perfectly well what she wanted,

I leaned my sweat-dampened face in close and asked low, feigning ignorance.

"…Shall I put it in?"

Her face dyed scarlet with shame, Nayeon bit down on her lip with tear-glossed eyes and gave a small, nodding bow of her head.