My First Time Was Inside an Anomaly
"Um, but... Oppa, do we really have to do it inside this cramped counter? You said earlier we could just do it comfortably out in the store..."
Just as things were about to get seriously underway, Yuri followed me into the narrow space behind the counter, tilting her head.
I hid my fluster and put on a relaxed smile instead.
"Ah, well.... Doing it right out in the open is nice too, but this is kind of my thing—somewhere like a counter, vaguely half-hidden. It just feels more thrilling that way, you know?"
"Oh... I never knew you had such a secret side, Oppa. Okay! If that's what you want, I'm happy to go along with it!"
She nodded, and this time she peeled off the sweater she was wearing and tossed it aside.
A secret taste, huh? Because this is way less discreet than doing it right in front of everyone.
But saying that to Kwon Yuri—already thoroughly rewired by the anomaly's altered common sense—would have been completely pointless.
I sighed inwardly as I unzipped my convenience store vest and began shrugging off my outer clothes.
The cramped space behind the convenience store counter.
Surrounded on all sides by the cigarette display and the register, with that distinct convenience store smell hanging in the air—and yet, for this one moment, it was a space that no luxury hotel suite could rival.
Wow, this is insane.... I can't believe this is actually happening.
When Kwon Yuri's clothes dropped onto the counter, her fair skin was laid bare before my eyes.
I'd always wondered what was underneath, given how primly she buttoned her shirts all the way to the collar.
And now I could see it: a black lace bra, barely containing a pair of breasts so full they looked ready to burst.
Hidden by the store vest, I'd never noticed how cinched her waist was—practically one hand-span—while the smooth legs extending below her short skirt traced flawless curves without a single wasted line.
I'd thought she was pretty before, but stripped bare, her body looked far more tempting and delicious than I'd imagined.
Yet there I was, staring at Kwon Yuri, agonizing over a completely different problem.
Okay, but how the hell do I actually do this well?
On the outside, I was the very picture of worldly composure, playing the part of an experienced, skilled oppa who'd seen it all.
But me—Kang Jinwoo—a man who had guarded his virginity for twenty-five straight years.
Quite literally a 100-percent pure, natural-monument-grade mother-solos virgin who had never once been with a woman.
That said, I had full confidence that no one could beat me in theory.
From middle school until now, I had devoured thousands of adult videos and tens of thousands of doujinshi, building up knowledge I'd proudly call on par with a professor of sexual medicine and urology.
Every position, every erogenous zone a woman could feel, even the dirty talk to heat things up.
A flawless manual was already fully constructed in my head.
But draining yourself into tissues by monitor light in a back room, and facing the vivid naked body of a real, living woman right in front of you—those were problems separated by an entire dimension.
Being sharp on theory doesn't mean you'll be perfect in practice, does it?
Just like watching UFC footage every single day won't let you step into the octagon and knock out a champion on the spot.
What if I come three seconds after getting inside? Or what if I fumble around and can't even find the right hole?
Every ominous, mortifying scenario imaginable flashed through my mind.
But I took a deep, deliberate breath and immediately shifted into mind-control mode.
Let's look at the situation objectively.
Right now, Kwon Yuri was thoroughly marinated in that passive of blind affection toward me, and above all, she was completely enslaved by the anomaly's rule that you can't leave this room without having sex.
From somewhere or other, I'd learned that when a woman falls hard enough, she'll find even a man's pathetic, clumsy efforts adorable—will actually get more desperate than he is and try to give him everything.
Even if I stammered and fumbled my way through mistake after mistake, Kwon Yuri's brain, pickled by the anomaly, would unmistakably transmute every one of them into something positive and charming.
Right. Don't panic. Panic and you lose. She's already completely crazy about me anyway. All I have to do is push forward the way I always do—boldly, with confidence.
With my resolve firmly set, I fixed Yuri with an easy smile and asked in a low, gentle voice.
"Yuri."
"Y-yes...? Oppa?"
"Have you ever... done something like this before?"
Hmm, too blunt?
At my direct question, Yuri's shoulders flinched and jumped.
But I'd phrased it this way deliberately—it was a preemptive strike.
The plan was to package it as me thoughtfully checking on her situation before we began, find out her experience count, then claim I'd done it more times than that.
Still, someone as pretty as her had to have dated at least once, right?
She couldn't quite bring herself to meet my eyes, dropping her gaze to the floor before answering in a crawling voice, her face flushed red as a ripened tomato.
"N-no... not even once..."
"Really? Not even once?"
For a moment, I doubted my own ears.
Sure, she was an elite university student armed with an arrogant, insufferable personality who treated people like insects.
But she was also a woman who knew how to twist her legs together in front of a man she liked, cooing "oppa" and buttering him up.
And she'd never done it? Not once?
Honestly, it was hard to believe.
Doesn't look like she's lying, though....
For a second I wondered if she was lying to win me over, but judging from her reactions, that didn't seem to be the case.
If that pure, blushing-yet-expectant expression of hers were an act, she'd deserve an Oscar for method acting.
Which left only one possible conclusion.
Then that means I'm really taking Kwon Yuri's virginity...?
Unbelievable.
As if sleeping with Kwon Yuri—someone pretty enough to catch my eye even before—weren't enough, I'd be the one to claim her first time.
I wanted to dance a private victory jig in my head, but outwardly I decided to play even more shamelessly experienced.
Only if I seemed smooth would Yuri relax and follow my lead.
And only if she followed along could I savor her exactly the way I wanted.
"Ah, that's totally fine. It happens."
"I-I'm sorry...."
"You have nothing to be sorry for. Then I suppose I'll have to teach you a little... gently."
"Y-you will...?"
"Yes. Doing it blindly your first time hurts a lot, you know. If I just shoved in without preparing you, you could get hurt, Yuri."
"Oh... okay... then I'll do whatever you say, Oppa."
Nice, mood established.
When Yuri nodded obediently, I casually undid my belt buckle and slid the zipper down.
My junior, which had been sleeping in a furious sulk, made its grand appearance.
My cock sprang free with impressive force, standing rigidly at attention.
Face to face with it, Kwon Yu-ri gulped audibly in surprise.
"Then first, could you come over here and crouch down in front of me?"
"Ah, u-um... yes...."
When I jerked my chin toward the narrow floor at the back of the counter, Yuri approached without a moment's hesitation and crouched down meekly before me.
Ordinarily she wouldn't even touch the toe of her shoe to the floor, complaining about the dust—but right now, her eyes seemed to hold nothing but my lower half, flaunting itself through the gap of my zipper.
I flashed her an easy smile and continued in a soft voice.
"This is probably your first time seeing one of these up close, too?"
"Y-yes...."
"This is called a cock. It's the thing that's going inside your pussy from now on."
"A cock... okay, Oppa."
"First, you need to get my pillar nice and wet with your tongue. Otherwise, it'll hurt too much when I push inside later, and you won't be able to bear it."
"Oh, is that so...?"
"Yes, so.... There, go on—lick it."
Smiling, I pressed my cock up against Yuri's lips.
To be spouting lines I'd only ever seen in pornos and 2D doujinshi, satisfying myself vicariously through them—straight from my own mouth.
For an instant my face burned at how insane I sounded, but Yuri absorbed my plausible excuses with the utmost sincerity and seriousness.
Anomalies are fucking amazing. I can't believe this is how it's playing out.
"Whew.... Th-then... here I go...!"
Carefully, she reached out and respectfully wrapped her hands around my thick pillar.
The moment the springy warmth of her hot, soft palms touched my skin, my whole body flinched and shuddered.
Then Yuri lowered her head slightly, and a small, glistening pink tongue peeked out between her red lips.
And she began cautiously lapping at the most sensitive tip of my length, the way a child tastes an ice cream cone.
"Ngh—!"
For an instant, I barely managed to stifle the beastlike groan threatening to tear out of my throat.
Insane. This was genuinely beyond reason.
It was so intense, so electric, that it couldn't even be compared to the sensation I'd imagined thousands of times through a monitor while grinding against tissues.
Every time that damp, warm tongue swept across the slit of my glans, it felt like tens of thousands of volts erupting from my spinal cord and striking straight into my brain.
And I'm not exaggerating with useless metaphors or tall tales—the feeling was genuinely beyond words.
The moment her tongue made contact, I could feel liquid about to surge out from the tip of my urethra within exactly five seconds.
Crazy—no! If I come already, I'll be branded a premature-ejaculating piece of shit for life!
Desperately, I clenched my glutes and contracted my thigh muscles until they nearly cramped.
Before this, I'd actually worried I might not feel enough to finish at all.
A truly pointless worry.
I began playing the national anthem and military songs in my head at maximum volume.
Until the East Sea's waters and Baekdu Mountain wear away... God protect and preserve us, our nation forever...
A man is born with much to do, but... you and I lived for the glory of defending our country...
Only after belting out all four verses of the anthem in my head and running through a medley of the military songs we'd sung marching around the parade grounds did I finally manage to press down the surging urge to climax.
Phew, thank god. Who knew the military songs drilled into my ears for a year and a half in the army would prove so useful?
Thanks to summoning every ounce of patriotism and patience in my soul, I narrowly survived the first crisis.
As I stood frozen, panting and breaking into a cold sweat, Yuri—still carefully licking my pillar—jerked her head up in alarm.
"O-Oppa...? Are you okay...? Why are you shaking...? Did I do something wrong...?"
Those anxious eyes, on the verge of welling up with tears.
Like a puppy, fretting and watching my every reaction, terrified she might have botched things and ruined my mood.
That proud, haughty Kwon Yuri, desperate and anxious over nothing but my cock.
Faced with such a monumental sight, a strange thrill of conquest surged up, and fresh blood rushed into my length with even greater force.
Forcing myself to look calm, I gazed at her with the gentlest, most tender smile I could manage.
"No, I just flinched because it felt too good. You really haven't done this before? For a first-timer, you've got incredible natural talent."
"Oh... really...?"
"Yes. You're amazing. But now I think you can take a little deeper."
"Y-yes.... But, um... how...?"
"First, make your lips into a round shape, and be careful your teeth don't touch the shaft while you take it into your mouth."
"Okay, Oppa...."
"And then with your tongue, lick it like you're softly stroking the whole thing—from the tip all the way down to the base."
And so, quite naturally, I mobilized the vast trove of theoretical knowledge I'd spent years accumulating and launched into a detailed one-on-one fellatio lesson.
Though of course, knowing it only in theory, I had no idea how any of it actually felt.
Emboldened by my praise, Yuri gave a relieved, beaming smile and brought her face close to my rigid length once more.
Exactly as I'd just taught her, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and tried to swallow more than half the shaft in one go.
When the hot, narrow membrane of her mouth clamped down tight around me, the pressure was no joke.
Hah, this is to die for.... Kwon Yuri has my cock in her mouth and she's sucking on it. This is the kind of thing that needs to be recorded and preserved.
Kwon Yuri—the same woman who used to treat me like vermin—was kneeling on the convenience store floor between my legs, working her mouth with everything she had.
Alongside the visual pleasure, the desire of having completely conquered her came surging madly up through my veins.
But being a total beginner, as expected, just as Yuri bobbed her head and kept adjusting the angle of her tongue, trying to swallow me deeper—
"Ahh!"
A sharp sensation scraped electric down my shaft.
Apparently, Yuri's front teeth had grazed my junior on the way past.
"Yuri. I just told you—teeth are not allowed."
"Shorry, sho shorry..."
"Please be more careful from now on."
"Yes, haaah...."
At my deliberately stern, firm reprimand, Yuri's shoulders flinched hard and froze, her jaw still moving with my huge pillar filling her mouth.
Unable to even spit it out with her mouth stuffed full of me, apologizing frantically through a hopelessly mangled voice—it was a masterpiece.
It truly pained me that I couldn't record such a masterpiece for posterity.
Straining to hold back the pressure threatening to burst from my lower half, I placed my hand on the crown of her head and gently stroked her hair.
"It's okay. Don't be so nervous—slow down, focus only on your tongue, and try again."
"Hah, mmmph...."
The moment my forgiveness and permission were granted, Yuri let out a rough breath of immense relief through her nose.
Then, even more cautiously this time—but with far more passion than before—she began licking and sucking at my length in earnest.
Curling her lips inward to guard against her teeth, shoving herself down to take me fully into the depths of her throat.
It was genuinely endearing—and impossibly obscene.
Wow, I want to savor this for a good long while. Seriously... this is out of control.
But that endearment didn't last long. The deeper her oral service got into its rhythm, the faster my limit began to close in.
Every time the warm, silky membrane of her mouth sucked at my pillar and her tongue toyed with my glans, the urge to explode right then came crashing over me.
National anthem, military songs, whatever—this was no longer something willpower alone could control.
Honestly, since it was my first time, I'd wanted my life's first orgasm to be inside a pussy.
But this was a pussy too, right? A mouth pussy.
I could count this. It absolutely qualified.
"Yuri, then... I'm about to come."
"Whah...?!"
- BWUUURRRRT!
"Mmmphhhuuuh?!!"
Unable to hold back a second longer, I poured my cum straight into Kwon Yuri's mouth.