A Night with My Senior (3)
Click.
After switching off the light, we sat facing each other on the bed.
"What are you staring at? Hurry up and strip."
"Ah, yes. Right, I should strip."
Even in the darkness, my senior's voice was still brisk and commanding. She'd already tossed her T-shirt aside a moment ago, so apparently my hesitating was getting on her nerves.
But having just watched her squirm so desperately beneath me earlier, there was no way I couldn't recognize that bravado for what it was. Even now, my senior was frantically shielding her ample chest with both arms.
How adorable.
I stripped off every last article of clothing, and my lower half—swollen to the point of bursting—finally tasted freedom.
"......"
"You should finish too, senior."
"Wh-what? Obviously. We've come this far—you think I'd back out now?"
With trembling fingers, she unhooked her racerback bra, then shoved her loose pajama pants and panties down in one go.
Her naked body, laid bare in the darkness, was nothing short of violence itself. Above a slender waist and rounded hips, an overwhelming cascade of heavy breasts poured down, accepting gravity's full toll. Freed from the compression of her bra, those two mounds of flesh wobbled precariously with every breath she took.
Fully undressed, my senior pressed her knees together and tried to cover her chest with both arms. But they were simply too enormous—plush flesh spilled out above and below her forearms, refusing to be hidden.
Incredible, even seeing it again. Genuinely insane.
Did everything she ate go straight to her chest? That round, heavy shape just kept making my mouth water.
My senior's gaze, meanwhile, was fixed firmly somewhere else entirely—on the thing standing stiffly upright between my legs.
If you're going to stare like that, it's a little embarrassing, you know.
She kept wetting her lips with her tongue, then carefully opened her mouth.
"Honestly... it looks even more ridiculous up close. The head just kind of... bulges out. It's kind of gross, actually."
"I'm sorry, what? Is... is that supposed to be a compliment?"
"A c-compliment? Don't be an idiot. Ugh, so gross."
Well, that stings a little, if you must know.
Even as she said it, her eyes stayed plastered to my crotch, utterly unwilling to look away.
"......"
"......"
Well, what was I supposed to do? I knew we had to move things along somehow, but with zero experience to my name, I had no idea how to break this awkward silence.
My senior, for her part, wasn't making a single move. She just kept staring holes into my crotch, holding her breath, mute as if she'd swallowed a mouthful of honey.
Why is she like this?
Frustration washed over me. She'd talk all day like she was some worldly woman who'd been through it all, like some experienced senior—and now this.
About thirty seconds must have passed before she suddenly snapped out of it, shaking both her shoulders with a start.
"Um, excuse me... do you, by any chance..."
Her voice shrank to the size of a mosquito's whine.
"Do you have... a condom?"
Ah. That thing.
Truth be told, there was a condom neatly folded in the corner of my wallet. Since one of the whole purposes of my feedback quest had been exactly this situation, I'd prepared it in advance.
But pulling that out right now, all confident-like—wouldn't that be a bit much?
"Uh... that is..."
The moment I fumbled and failed to answer, my senior's expression transformed in an instant. Every trace of her earlier fluster vanished, and one corner of her mouth crooked upward into a strangely smug grin.
"Ha. I knew this would happen."
Suddenly her lips curled into an arc. Keeping her knees bent, she crawled awkwardly to the edge of the bed and slid open the small drawer beneath the mattress.
A few metallic clatters later, a small square package wrapped in foil was thrust before my eyes. A condom.
"There. What would you have done without your big sis here to save the day?"
My senior drawled, her face smug as could be. Even in the dark, that know-it-all expression was so vivid I nearly laughed out loud. Why are you being so high and mighty about it?
Someone with her experience surely wouldn't need to brag over a mere condom.
"Wow. You really are something, senior."
Exaggerating my admiration on purpose, I leaned back against the headboard and half-reclined.
"I've literally never done this before, so I have no clue how it works. Could you put it on for me, senior?"
"Ex-cuse me? You want me to put it on you?"
"Yes. It's my first time using one."
"Ah, no, wait, that's... I couldn't..."
The words died in her throat, and her face flushed tomato-red in a heartbeat. Her eyes darted busily back and forth between my face and my crotch, standing at full attention. Then, biting her lip hard, she gave a decisive nod.
"F-fine! What's the big deal? I'll put it on you myself!"
But her fingertips were trembling noticeably.
"C-come here."
My senior crawled into the space between my legs. As her breath drew close enough to graze my lower belly, a faint scent of alcohol and a sweet, warm smell of skin washed over me.
With two trembling fingers, she pinched up the condom and placed it gently on the tip of my head. Then she tried to roll it down—
"Huh?"
The condom wouldn't roll down.
"Wh-why won't it go down...?"
Panicking, she pressed harder with her fingers, forcing the rubber downward. But the inverted condom, stubborn thing, stayed snagged on the very tip of my sizable head without budging an inch. Worse, her fingernails scraped across the delicate flesh, sending a jolt of sharp pain through me.
"Ah—ugh! Senior, that hurts."
"Just—just hold still! Is this thing defective or what..."
Beads of sweat began to gather on my senior's forehead. Her lips were pressed into a pout, her face a mask of intense concentration, but no matter how hard she tried, the condom refused to go on.
"Senior... you didn't put it on inside out, did you?"
When I pointed it out carefully, her shoulders flinched.
"Huh? N-no way! You think I wouldn't know that? It's just that yours is so... weirdly shaped and stiff, that's all!"
Her refusal to swallow her pride to the very end drew a laugh out of me. I gently took hold of her wrist.
"I'll do it myself."
"Back off! Stay still. I said I'm doing it!"
Stubborn to the last, my senior fished the condom back out, flipped it around, and held it the other way. This time, mercifully, the orientation was right. Her cool fingers wrapped lightly around my overheated shaft, and she rolled the rubber ring smoothly down.
"Whew..."
Only after she'd sheathed me completely did she let out a sigh of relief.
"See that? Honestly, what would you ever do without me?"
She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, grinning with triumphant arrogance. And slowly, something began to click for me.
Could it be... this senior of mine...
Has no experience at all?
My rational mind insisted it was impossible. I knew perfectly well how many men had orbited around her.
But no matter how I looked at it, this reaction was...
Whatever. Who cared?
If it was her first time... wouldn't that actually be even better?
"Whew... s-so then, now..."
"Yes..."
Loosening her arms slightly from her chest, my senior awkwardly leaned back, trying to lie down. It was a passive posture—like she was saying, your move, do it yourself.
But I didn't thrust my hips forward right away. Inexperienced virgin or not, even adult videos had taught me that foreplay was essential. It was practically common knowledge.
I bent forward slowly and wrapped my arms around my senior's waist, which had been leaning away from me.
"H-hey... hold on."
She flustered and tried to push me off by the shoulders, but I paid her no mind, found her lips, and kissed her again.
"Mmh, chu... hahm..."
It was a far deeper, far more intense kiss than the one we'd shared rolling around on the floor earlier. I sucked lightly on her lips, then slipped my tongue past the seam of her closed mouth.
"Mmh, hah... hey, you..."
My senior tried to pull her head back, gasping for air, but I cradled the back of her head in my large hand and tangled my tongue in deep. The scent of alcohol and the sweetness of her saliva mingled recklessly.
Chu, shuup.
When I finally broke the kiss because we both needed air, a thread of saliva stretched long between us before snapping.
"Hah, hah..."
My senior panted hard and turned her face slightly away. Seizing the moment, I slid my hand downward. My palm traveled along the soft curve of her body—and finally, I had her bare breast fully in my grasp.
Holy—...
So heavy and soft it wouldn't fit in one hand. Freed from the bra's compression, her breasts overflowed with more elasticity than I'd imagined. As I kneaded the plush flesh that bulged between my fingers, my mind went white.
I could knead these forever...
I lifted my lips from hers, dipped my head, and turned my mouth toward her chest.
I'd heard somewhere that playing with a woman's breasts didn't really do much for her.
Then how the hell am I supposed to resist this?
I took the pink, pouting peak into my lips. Like a child, I suckled with little smacking sounds. I licked with my tongue, pressed with my lips, devoured her without pause.
"Ah, ngh... hey, that's, kkh, ticklish."
My senior squirmed slightly and burst into a small laugh.
"You like my chest that much? Pfft, childish..."
She ran her fingers gently through my hair, stroking it softly. She was looking down at me like she was humoring a little brother throwing a tantrum.
Oh, come on. Still playing the senior card?
Somehow, it stung.
She was lying naked beneath me at this very moment—so why did she have to keep up this composed, I-know-everything act until the bitter end?
Oh yeah? Then how about this.
While one hand kept kneading her breast, I slid the other sneakily downward. Past her soft belly, my fingertips glided into the secret place covered in fine, downy hair.
"H-hey... wait..."
For the first time, panic crept into my senior's voice. The hand stroking my hair froze mid-motion.
Instead of answering, I gently, very gently, rubbed the soft, sensitive crevice—and the small bud rising above it.
"Hah...! Ah, ah...!"
At that moment, my senior—who'd been acting so composed—showed her first genuine reaction. The most explicit, most repressed moan I'd heard all night burst out of her.
Hot, slick heat flooded against my fingertips.
"Hah, hah..."
We were both panting now. The cramped little goshiwon room filled with sweltering heat and the sound of rough breathing.
Her lower half, like my own crotch soaked with pre-cum, was already drenched in sticky arousal, wetting my fingers. The senior who'd been treating me like a kid and lording her composure over me until moments ago was nowhere to be found. Her eyes were half-unfocused, and between her flushed lips, nothing escaped but hot, ragged breath.
My senior, haggard and red-faced, gasping for air. That expression—eyes glassy with the faintest sheen of tears, trembling with pleasure—looked maddeningly adorable to me.
I stopped the movement of my soaked fingers and wrapped my arms tight around her waist.
Her waist is seriously tiny.
The contrast was unreal—that fragile waist that fit entirely inside my arms, and the bountiful chest that bloomed over it, ready to overflow. Only then did it truly hit me: here on this cramped goshiwon bed, I was really and truly joining my body with Kang Eugene, my senior.
I dipped my head again and sought her lips.
Chuup, hahm...
As our lips collided and our tongues intertwined, I quietly began to move my hips. My crotch, swollen to the point of bursting, ground continuously against her lower belly. Even through the condom, her burning body heat soaked straight through me—I felt like I'd finish on the spot.
Maybe she noticed how rigid I'd gotten down there.
"Mmh..."
Breaking the kiss, breathless, my senior whipped her gaze away and buried half her face against my chest. Then, in a tiny, trembling voice, she whispered:
"Now... do it."
"Sorry, what?"
"Hurry up and put it in... you idiot..."
Her ears burning scarlet red with embarrassment, she was begging for permission in a voice smaller than a mosquito's. And at the sight of her, my rational mind snapped clean in two.
I raised myself slightly and guided my aching, furious cock between her legs. At last, I found the narrow, burning entrance.
Thankfully, no disaster of stabbing into the wrong place occurred.
"Hah—mmh!"
I tensed my hips and pushed in—slowly, but with resolve.
"Ah, ugh! It hurts...!"
My senior clamped down on my shoulders, stifling a sharp cry. I could feel her nails digging into my lower back.
For my part, the pressure was so immense my breath caught in my throat.
Hot. Drenched. Insanely tight.
I swallowed hard and went still.
The face of my senior beneath me was contorted with pain. Her usual boisterous, bold self was gone entirely—brows knitted tight, gasping for breath, she looked every bit a woman thrown into pain she'd never once known.
No blood, though...
I glanced down, but around the junction where my sheathed shaft had driven in, there was no red blood from a torn hymen. Yet blood or no blood, her reaction was unmistakably that of a woman experiencing her first time.
Wait—so she really did lose her virginity to a dildo?
She'd talked like a woman of the world who'd seen it all, sneering at me as some clueless virgin—and now, in the actual deed, she was stiff as a board and utterly at a loss.
That gap moe gave me a strange, intoxicating sense of superiority, and the corner of my mouth twitched. But I fought to compose my face.
Focus on the sex for now.
Teasing her with this truth could wait—I could do that any time later. Right now, lying naked beneath me, taking me inside her, was Kang Eugene, my senior.
I drew my hips back slowly. Very slowly.
"Hah, ah... it's coming out..."
The inner walls that had gripped me so tightly clung to my shaft as it withdrew. And when I was half pulled out, I tensed my hips again and thrust back in, heavy and deep.
"Aahh!"
My shaft filled her inner walls without leaving a single gap, and the broad crest of my head raked mercilessly across the sensitive folds lining the narrow passage as it drove in.
Schluuuup—!
"Hey, you... mmh, it's too, kkh, big..."
She certainly had a talent for saying exactly what a man wants to hear.
Let me say it again: I was perfectly, precisely average.
But to my senior, apparently anything bigger than that five-centimeter dildo counts as huge.