A Virgin's First Battle
Wheeeet, wheeeet.
Grandpa used to say it all the time, laughing his head off.
'Daesik, boy, don't take everything a woman says under the sheets at face value.'
'The "it's my first time," the "I don't want this," the "stop right there"... women flutter every trick in the book.'
Speaking of my grandfather, the village rumor mill had it that he was a legendary womanizer with hidden grandmothers scattered by the dozens across every corner of the eight provinces. Whether the rumors were true, there was no way to verify.
'Let it slide and push through with sheer gall. Take it all at face value and you'll freeze out every wife in the house.'
I gripped the thighs of the woman lying back against the bed, firm and sure.
Looking up at me as I finished positioning myself, Nayeon warned me in a trembling voice.
"Haa... you, remember exactly what I said... haa..."
Legs spread wide on either side, clawing at the bedsheet, and yet the woman called Nayeon couldn't even hold my gaze out of sheer shame. But her status window had stated it plainly enough.
'Sexual intercourse count: 177.'
A woman with a full 177 more rounds of real-world experience than me — a virgin so complete it was practically a crime against humanity.
Which meant she was a veteran and a professional in a league I couldn't even compare to.
"Only until I tell you to stop... you put it in just up to there, and no further..."
Her breath hung heavy at the tip of her chin, and her inner thighs were a soaked mess of slick arousal, damp enough to drench the sheets beneath her. Her body was honestly holding the door wide open while her mouth played coy.
So this was the 'coyness' Grandpa used to talk about.
"Haa... you understand, right?"
"Of course."
"Then... slowly... haa, please, come in slowly..."
That's right. First impressions matter most — with people, with anything.
I braced my weight into both hands gripping the backs of her knees, aiming my raging cock squarely at her narrow entrance. I gathered strength tight in my lower belly and hips.
And then—
Thwock—!!
"..............................!!"
Using the momentum, I drove myself down to the root in one blow, hard enough that I could swear it made a bang.
With a sound of something splitting wide open, a pressure beyond imagination clamped around my pillar with no gaps to spare. That dense, searing wall of flesh squeezed and swallowed my cock whole without mercy.
So this was what sex felt like?
Where on earth was this place? Was this paradise?
"Kuuuugh...!"
White light flashed before my eyes at a supreme pleasure that threatened to paralyze my language centers. There was no doubt about it — my cock was wired directly into my brain. How could one part of the human body produce a sensation this insane?
And yet, oddly, not a single sound came from the woman pinned beneath me.
Throb, throb—
Nayeon lay sprawled across the bed, frozen stiff like a machine with its power cord yanked out, both arms locked rigid at her sides by her chest. Her lips only opened and closed soundlessly, no voice coming out, and her hips bucked as her toes curled and uncurled over and over. Like a person with a live current running through their whole body, she shuddered in fine tremors from head to toe.
Rrrr, rrrrum—
Eyes rolled back and unfocused, tongue lolling slack from her mouth.
Wasn't that... that thing they call 'ahegao' that you only ever see in manga and dirty novels?
"Kk—khk...! Kkuhk— s-slow... I said you'd go s-slow... kkuk, kkuhk, s-slowly...!"
Moans and ragged gasps tangled together and burst out of her, a voice trampled beyond recognition.
"Kkuk, khk..."
Truth be told, I was dripping sweat myself, fighting down a murderous urge to cum that had welled up from deep inside. Virgin or not, blowing my load one second after the first thrust was a catastrophe my manly pride demanded I avoid at all costs.
Catching my breath, I slowly dragged my cock halfway back, raking it along every fold of her inner walls.
"Hiiiik...?!"
The moment she drew in a breath and looked set to protest, I snapped my hips forward and buried myself to the hilt all over again.
Wham—!
"Huaaaaah...!"
Dddddd. Nayeon's hips trembled like an aspen in the wind.
When I tried to pull back again, she threw herself at me this time, as if she couldn't bear another round of the shock of being emptied and filled.
Slap—!
Her two arms wound around my neck hard enough to crush, and her splayed legs locked tight around my waist. She hauled me toward her with all her strength, and my upper body collapsed onto the soft swell of her abundant chest.
My own arms naturally wrapped around her slender waist, and with less than a millimeter of space between our naked bodies, a perfect fit, the perfect press of skin against skin was complete.
Her shivering tremors transmitted straight through our pressed-together chests and stomachs. Even a hopeless virgin like me could figure it out at this point — this was exactly the state a woman was in when her whole body shook through an orgasm.
Confidence that I was finally getting the hang of it swelled up, and I started to begin a slow piston rhythm — and that's when the problem appeared. Whether she was trying to keep me from escaping or simply terrified, her legs were clamped around my waist so tight that pulling back was anything but easy. Her arms around my neck were clenched with desperate, tenacious strength too, leaving me unable to even raise my upper body.
This pressed-together position stimulated me several times more intensely than before. My cock was buried to the root with no hope of slipping out, while the inner walls breathed around my pillar in greedy swallows, wringing it tight. At this rate I'd blow apart inside her in a matter of seconds.
"Kkut... but—hyaaat!"
Thing is, I happened to be a farmer with monstrous strength, the kind who could shoulder two 50-kilo sacks of rice without breaking a sweat. I crushed the resistance of her tightening legs with raw power and, in that narrow sliver of space, wrenched my hips free anyway.
Smack! Thud! Thud!
Flesh slammed against flesh with no gap left, and a dull, sticky percussion began hammering the room.
"Haaang! ...Haaaang! Ah, aahng!"
A scream like something tearing apart exploded right beside my ear.
Did this woman even realize what kind of cries she was letting out right now?
Creeeak—! Squelch! Shluuck—!
Every time my hard hips crashed into her without mercy, waves of pleasure too much to bear must have washed over her, because Nayeon shook her head dizzily with her arms around my neck.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Haaang! Stop...! Haaaah! Please, stop, huk... it hurts, no, too deep... haaaaang!"
Even as she clawed at my shoulders telling me to stop, her legs wrapped around my waist kept hauling me back in harder every time I tried to withdraw. So this was what they called a contradiction between word and deed.
"Haang... ah, ahk... nn, hahk... hh, aaaahng...!"
At some point, her broken, scream-like moans shifted into a regular, rhythmic cry set to a steady beat. Her sweet, nasal breaths painted my ears hot.
"Kkuk... haa... haa..."
I was fighting down the pressure swelled to my very limits as I hammered into her inner depths like I meant to break her.
I peeled her arms from around my neck, seized her jaw hard, and forced her eyes to meet mine. Half-unraveled and unfocused, that expression gazing up at me completely drenched in pleasure — the instant I took it in, a black rush of conquest I couldn't put into words sent a shudder through my whole body.
"Feels good?"
"Haaang! Ah, haang! Nn... haaah—!"
To my rough, panting question, she answered with nothing but gulping breaths, chin tipped back, sobbing cries spilling out of her.
That refusal to admit it honestly rubbed me strangely wrong.
No — more precisely, a pitch-black sadism bloomed up from deep in my chest, a hunger to trample that aloof rationality of hers completely into the dirt.
"Hah... not gonna answer, huh?"
I knocked away the arm around my neck and pried her legs off my waist with rough, forceful hands.
Then, with a slick, wet sound, I pulled my cock out of her all at once.
"Hhk... aaahng?!"
The sudden emptiness as the thing filling her slipped free made Nayeon's hips float up off the bed.
Without giving her a moment, I flipped her limp body over, face down. Pinning her hips in a vice grip with both hands as her face buried itself in the sheets, I hoisted her white, springy ass high into the air. Her back arched like a drawn bow, baring the soaked, quivering seam between her pale cheeks in bare, shameless display.
"W-wait... what are you—"
"Don't move."
Doggy style — an angle incomparably deeper than missionary.
I pressed down on the hips of the woman craning around to look back at me, crouched and off-balance, and without a moment's hesitation I set my thick, furious cock against her wet entrance and slammed into her with a speed and force I hadn't shown her yet, holding nothing back.
Thwock—!
"Hiiyaaaah—!"
The shock of being pierced in one stroke from entrance to the mouth of her womb turned Nayeon's spine to steel.
A gasping sound like every ounce of air had been driven from her lungs filled the room, but this alone didn't satisfy me.
Kwadeuk—! Thud—!
"Haaang――!! Hk, hh! Too, too deep... aaaahng!"
I began hammering my hips upward like a beast, without mercy, purely for my own pleasure and my own sense of conquest.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Haang!! Ahk! Nn, hahk... hh! Aaaahng...!"
With her back bent so sharply, her inner passage gripped my pillar far tighter and hotter than before. Between the rough sounds of friction, Nayeon's breath came in desperate gasps like someone starved for oxygen.
But this still wasn't enough. I raised my open palm high above that gleaming ass of hers. And brought it down with everything I had on that white, bouncing flesh.
CRACK――!
"Hiiiik――?!!"
A sharp crack of impact split the air, and a fierce scream tore out of Nayeon's mouth.
At the same time, the inner walls convulsed with a frenzy incomparable to anything before, clamping down around my pillar hard enough to crush it.
Masochism A. Figures. The instant pain landed, her body responded several times more obscenely.
I grabbed a fistful of Nayeon's hair and shoved her face deep into the pillow.
When the impact broke her pose and my pillar began slipping free, I dropped my voice low and growled, cold.
"Lift that ass up."
It came out of my own mouth, and it still sent chills down my spine — that low, commanding pressure.
She must have been startled too, because her back shuddered and her breath hitched. But remarkably, her hips, which had been trembling face-down in the pillow, slowly rose behind her, lifting her ass even higher.
'I tell her to, and she actually does it...?'
Conquest had taken my eyes completely hostage.
CRACK――! Smack! Thud! Thud!
I laid into both cheeks without mercy, alternating sides, until my palm burned.
Every time a bright red handprint bloomed vivid across that white rump, Nayeon's back bowed like a bowstring and the inner walls swallowed my pillar down in greedy, gluttonous gulps.
"Hik――! Hk, huuuh――!"
Pssh, splurt—
At last, each time the spanking landed and I pressed into her deepest reaches, her body shuddered and a clear liquid gushed out, streaming down her thighs.
"Ha. Look at you, girl. Pissing yourself on the bed — not even the floor, but the bed? I taught you where the bathroom is, didn't I?"
"N-no...! Hk, no... this is, huk!"
Thud—! Thud—! Squelch! Splurt—
Hammering my hips in without mercy, purely for my conquest and my pleasure, I poured out the degrading lines without restraint.
"Think you need potty training all over again? Who told you to just go whenever you feel like it? Lift that ass straight up, you little pig sow."
Thank god I'd read my manga diligently. Books really are the food of the mind.
CRACK—! Thud! Thud—! Splurt—
Palm strikes and a merciless piston assault battered her ass without pause.
The dull sound of flesh colliding, the sharp crack of my palm, and the slick, filthy wet sounds tangled together and filled the room.
The pure friction transmitted to me in this position may have been less than in that pressed-together pose from before. But the psychological pleasure of physically pinning down the aloof elite university student from Seoul and dragging her name through the mud with words — that was beyond any comparison to mere physical stimulation.
I tilted my grip on her hair slightly, turning her face to the side.
She was clearly suffocating through her nose, because Nayeon was gulping air through her dazed, open mouth, drool and snot streaking down. Tears had soaked the corners of her eyes.
Thud—! Thud—!
"Say it. Does it feel good, or not?"
"Hahk...! Huk, yes... haaahk...!"
CRACK—! Thud!
"Hahk...! Yesh...! It f-feels good...!"
"It feels way better than what that bastard Suhyun's got, doesn't it?"
"......!"
Her breath, which had been answering me so smoothly, stopped dead.
The sudden appearance of her boyfriend's name seemed to stretch the last thread of her reason taut.
I crushed myself into her deepest point with a bang, pinned her hips down, and growled low into her ear.
"Not gonna answer? I asked whose feels better!"
Nayeon's lips trembled as she wrestled with herself — but in the end, she couldn't force the words out.
Still, with tears falling drop by drop, she nodded... very, very slowly. Barely at all.
That one tiny nod was enough. I had no margin left to hold onto my reason either. This was the limit.
I planted one knee hard into the mattress, seized her narrow hips with both hands hard enough to bruise, and drove my hips forward at a ferocious pace.
Thudthud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Haaaang! Ah, aaahng! Nn... haaah—!"
I gave no warning that I was about to finish. Nayeon, too, had abandoned all resistance, throwing her body onto my merciless rhythm and shrieking cries close to pure screaming.
Her face, smeared with tears and drool and lost in ecstasy, was the most obscene, the most lovely thing I'd ever seen.
"Kuuuuuh...!"
I couldn't hold it anymore.
Buried to the very root, I spilled my boiling seed in hot pulses straight toward the deepest mouth of her womb.
Spluuuurt――! Spurt! Gush, pulse—
"―――――――Huaaaang!"
At the same moment, Nayeon convulsed through her whole body like an aspen in a gale, gushing out a torrent of liquid so vast it soaked clear through the white bedsheet.
Gulp, pulse—
It came and came, endless, unstoppable. A volume of life-force I couldn't have imagined even when spending myself alone in front of a computer screen filled her insides to bursting and overflowed, trickling back down.
I emptied everything into her depths, as if wringing out the very last drop.
...So I really did lose it. My virginity.
"Haa... haa... hk, haa..."
I gently wrapped my arms around her waist as she trembled in the afterglow, gulping down ragged breaths. Careful not to break our connection, I turned us both over and collapsed side by side onto the bed. Starved for emotional anchoring, perhaps, Nayeon burrowed into my chest like she was desperate for warmth — rubbing her sweat-slicked thighs and soft breasts against me without a gap, her frail arms hugging my neck tight.
When our faces drew close enough to touch, the sweat-damp Nayeon was the one who cautiously stuck out her reddened tongue first.
Mmwap. Chulp... haa... tsup.
Perhaps because it was the second time, the kiss was far softer, far more tender, far more natural than the first.
I too swept her disheveled blonde hair back with a gentle hand. When my other hand soothed over the ass I'd smacked so hard it had swollen red, she flinched with an adorable, ticklish jolt and buried her face deep in my chest.
A thought flickered through my mind. Aftercare kisses weren't in the common sense I'd written.
But I decided not to think too hard about it.
Right now, all I wanted was to savor, fully and completely, this languid, blissful warmth brimming in my arms.
