A Night with My Senior (4)
"W-wait… hold on, ahh! Seonghyun, just… just stop for a second…."
Senior suddenly clutched my shoulders tight and begged, breathless with urgency.
Her nails dug into my bare skin with a sharp sting, and I forced my ragged breathing under control as I stopped the movement of my hips.
"Haah… haah…."
I was panting hard myself.
Honestly speaking, the timing of her plea couldn't have been more desperate for me either. I'd been hammering away like a madman until just moments ago, and I was already teetering at my limit, the pressure pooled right at the base.
If she hadn't told me to stop, I might have blown it in under five minutes of penetration.
That was a close call. Almost ended up a one-pump rabbit.
Virgin or not, finishing after only a few minutes of thrusting would have been pathetic. Thank God she looked — and behaved — like an even stiffer, more hopeless rookie than I was.
I looked down at Senior's face beneath me.
I don't know how else to put it, but she was a wreck. Her hair was soaked with sweat and clung unglamorously to her forehead and cheeks, her half-unfocused eyes brimming with physiological tears. Her mouth hung half open as she gasped, sticky saliva trailing down along her jawline.
The proud, boisterous Kang Eugene who'd been preening not long ago with let noona teach you how it's done was nowhere to be found.
"Senior, are you okay?"
"Nnngh… it hurts… feels like I'm gonna tear down there, ugh… you're too big…."
I keep telling you it's not.
She shook her head and whimpered. The sight was so unfamiliar — and stirred such a strange, intoxicating sense of conquest — that the corners of my mouth twitched up before I could stop them.
Me, of all people, taking Eugene senior's first time….
How could a body like that still be untouched? Well, I suppose it helped that she didn't seem like the clubbing type and had lived a fairly wholesome life.
I couldn't hold back the aegyo that came bubbling out of me naturally. I leaned my upper body down toward her and brought my lips to hers again, and she wrapped both arms around my neck.
Chuup. Mwah. Chuuuup—
Tangling my tongue with hers, I started moving my hips again.
Squelch, schlick, schlick!
This time a little faster, and deeper, than before.
"Ahh! Nngh, ah! Seonghyun…! Ah, nngh!"
On that narrow bed, our heated skin rubbed together all over again.
It was an utterly clumsy performance. Both of us.
We had no idea which angles felt good, which positions took less effort. We simply followed where instinct led — skin slapping against skin, saliva mixing, sharing each other's warmth.
And yet.
It was a strange thing. Even amid our clumsy, ignorant piston-pumping, our bodies fit together with an uncanny, almost providential harmony.
Slchup, squelch…! Schlick!
"Ah, ahh! Hnn… again, aahng!"
As my shaft dragged along her inner walls and drove in deep, her back arched and a wanton moan burst out of her.
Her narrow, scorching heat clamped down on my thick, blunt head without letting a single gap show. Every time I pushed in, those hypersensitive folds clung tight along every ridge of my crown, generating a friction that bordered on madness.
"Senior… haah, Eugene senior…!"
"Drop the— nngh, don't call me senior right now, aahng!"
"Then what should I call you? Eugene?"
"Y-you crazy… haang! You little… ahh!"
Cursing between her moans, she thumped her little fists against my chest and whimpered. But her legs, wound around my waist, only tightened, pulling me hard into her.
God, this is insane.
That was it. My limit.
Pacing was no longer an option — nothing was.
"Ah, Senior. I'm really… I'm about to come. I—!"
"Just… haah, just come! Nngh! Inside, do it inside…!"
She was so drenched in pleasure she was spouting nonsense. Maybe her subconscious registered the fact that I had a condom on — or maybe she'd simply let go of her reason entirely.
I couldn't hold back any longer and drove my hips up deep one final time.
"Haaaahn!"
The instant I hit my peak, she threw her head back and let out a sharp scream, her narrow passage clamping down hard around me.
Pshhh, shuuut—! Gulp, gulp!
Hot, thick semen surged up my shaft and burst out with terrifying force. I was at that prime, vigorous age when draining myself four or five times a day was the only thing that satisfied me — and I'd been holding it in, saving it up, for the past several days. All that accumulated desire detonated at once, and the volume and pressure were far more violent than usual.
Shuut—! Shuuut!
Heavy ropes of semen poured out once, twice, three times, without pause. Through the thin rubber membrane, I felt her narrow, hot walls trembling violently in time with each pulse of what I was spilling into her.
Wow… this is unreal.
Just when I thought it was over, my hips locked rigid one more time, wringing out every last drop that remained.
Pshh, gulp—!
I could feel it vividly — the tip of the condom swelling heavy and full.
"Haaaah…! Nngh, aaah…."
With her head tipped back, she exhaled a broken, keening moan through her lips. Her legs hugged my waist tight, and like that, entangled, we lay without moving for a long while.
Five or ten minutes must have passed.
My still-taut, straining member gradually cooled, sinking little by little into softness.
Slowly, very carefully, I pulled my hips back.
Schuuup, schlick—
The swollen condom dragged against her slick folds with a wet, sticky sound. The weight of all that semen made it slide out heavier and more sluggish than usual, with a satisfyingly dull resistance.
"Nnnh…."
The moment I slipped free entirely, she flinched and shuddered, as if struck by the sudden emptiness.
I eased myself down sideways at the edge of the bed and took my time gazing down at the senior who had been pinned beneath me.
Wow….
It bore repeating: this was a staggering sight. Her whole body gleamed, drenched in sweat, that milky skin glowing. Every breath made her enormous, impossibly heavy breasts sway precariously. Down past her slender waist, her thighs were flushed red and trembling.
But nothing drew the eye quite like her face.
Tears beaded in her wide, half-focused eyes, and her slightly parted lips were swollen red and puffy.
She stared blankly at nothing, like someone who'd lost all sense of reality — unable to process what had just happened to her. The aftershocks of pleasure had been so intense that her slender shoulders and fingertips still twitched in tiny, uncontrollable spasms.
The boisterous, strong-willed Kang Eugene who always played the experienced adult in front of others — completely broken beneath me, trembling like a leaf.
This is the kind of sight that makes you want to take a picture.
It was different from that transgressive thrill I'd felt peering into her most private life through her diary while invisible — this was far more primal, far more direct, a conquest pure and simple.
After a long while of catching her breath, Senior slowly rolled her eyes over to me and met my gaze.
Seconds ago she'd been delirious and shuddering, but the moment our eyes locked, her expression stiffened ever so slightly.
"Haah… hm. Well."
She swept her damp hair behind her ear and smirked.
"So? Pretty good, right?"
I barely managed to swallow the laugh that almost burst out of me.
Pretty good?
Coming from the person who was bawling about how much it hurt and how big I was, trembling and shaking apart under me not thirty seconds ago?
Anyone watching would think she was the one who rocked my world….
"Yes. It was incredible."
I nodded meekly, playing along for her ego.
"Senior, it was so good I… thought I was going to die."
"Heh, heheh, really? See? What did I tell you? Noona takes care of everything, didn't I say?"
"Yeah… I'm so glad it was you, Senior."
Maybe the tension draining away let the satisfaction wash in.
"Mmm…."
Senior curled up and burrowed into me, her smooth bare skin pressing flush against my side. She nuzzled her cheek against my shoulder and chest, letting out little humming sighs — instinctive, animal warmth-seeking. Every time she shifted, those terrifyingly enormous breasts squashed and ground against my forearm and ribs.
The feel of soft, hot flesh. Her signature shampoo scent mixed with sweat, and the sweet smell of her body, washing over me all at once.
"Hehe… well, me too, I guess… it wasn't so bad…."
Half-murmuring, half-asleep, she called my name and reached out to wrap her arms snug around my waist. Her soft body heat, the friction of skin sliding against skin — it was a fatal stimulation for a body that had just finished and was trying to rest.
Uh, hold on.
Against my will, I felt blood rushing south with alarming speed.
The member that had hung its head after unleashing that massive load was flinching and rearing back up stiff every time her skin brushed against mine.
Even I was speechless at my own beastly recovery rate.
"Senior…?"
"Mm? What is…."
With her eyes still closed, she was feeling around near my thigh with her hand — then she flinched and froze. Her fingertips had landed on my shaft, which had swollen up menacingly once again.
Her eyes snapped open and her head came up. Startled-rabbit eyes fixed on my crotch.
"You… you're insane. You're actually insane?"
She recoiled, pulling her upper body back in horror.
"You just… you just came that much, and you're hard again?"
"Well, you keep rubbing all over me, Senior."
I scratched the back of my head awkwardly. Truthfully, I hadn't expected to recover this fast either — though I suppose the stimulation her body provided was simply that intense.
I cleared my throat and took hold of the heavy rubber ring still sheathed around me.
"Let me get this off first."
Hooking my fingers under the rim, I pulled the condom off in one long slide. Senior's eyes were locked, hypnotized, on the tip of it as I peeled it away.
As if to prove that the fullness I'd felt at my climax hadn't been my imagination, the reservoir tip was brimming with a cloudy, sticky white fluid.
There was so much of it, so thick, that the sagging rubber pouch didn't even sway — it held its shape like a heavy lump of dough.
"Whoa…."
A dazed gasp escaped her lips. Having now confirmed with her own eyes the terrifying volume of what had been inside her belly just minutes ago, she stuck her tongue out in disgust.
"Is it because you're young? Your recovery rate is just dumb."
"'Because I'm young'? We're one year apart."
"Hey, do you know how big one year is in your early twenties? You're a fresh little sophomore and I'm a fossilized junior."
"What kind of logic is that? And… I mean, I normally masturbate a lot. Like, a lot, every day."
At my words, her face crumpled.
"Hey! Is that something you're bragging about to me right now?!"
"It's not bragging, it's a fact check—"
"Gross, seriously! No wonder they call you a hopeless virgin — your wrist must have a callus from here to your elbow!"
She smacked my shoulder and scolded me.
I don't actually come this much on a normal day, though!
It was probably all her fault. Or maybe — my compatibility with her, the absurd amounts I was finishing — maybe it was all because she had become my student?
Though apparently there's no such saying as teacher and student being a perfect match. Huh.
I tied a knot in the end of the condom and tossed it into the trash can.
But for all the coarse words coming out of her mouth, Senior's expression told a different story. A pleased little smile dangled at the corners of her eyes — she seemed quietly flattered by my naked, unfiltered lust for her.
She pushed herself up slightly and swept her hair back. Under the light, her cleavage and smooth shoulder line looked painfully white.
Her hand went back to the nightstand drawer.
From the box she'd opened earlier, a fresh condom in foil wrapper was pinched between her fingers.
"Didn't you say you masturbate a lot?"
Fidgeting with the corner of the wrapper, she flashed me a grin. Flushed cheeks, moist eyes, and that mischievous smile — literally the definition of seductive.
"Then let's find out, shall we?"
"What?"
"Our Seonghyun… let's see how many of these you can go through tonight."
A provocation. And an extremely blatant, dirty one at that.
She rose up off the bed entirely and climbed over me like she was about to straddle me. Her ample breasts filled my entire field of vision, swaying dangerously.
I stared up at her in a daze for a moment, then smirked and shook my head.
"Senior."
"What? Getting scared already?"
"I'm not some self-disciplined protagonist from a hentai, you know. Is somebody trying to kill me?"
"A hentai protagonist? Ha — listen to this guy's confidence."
Senior scoffed, tore the wrapper open, and reached down toward my crotch. With clumsy but careful hands, she rolled the condom on. The cold touch of the gel and the heat of her hands made my hips jerk on their own.
"Die? Weren't you just bragging about how vigorous you are?"
With that, she settled herself astride my thighs, took the tip of me in her own hand, and guided it between her legs.
It looked like tonight — this happy, happy night — was going to run quite long….
And so, that next morning.
"Hooohh… it's morning…."
The very first thing I felt upon opening my eyes was a bone-deep exhaustion. Every joint in my body was screaming, and my lower back in particular ached with a numb, throbbing soreness. But lingering at my fingertips was a sensation overwhelming enough to bury all of that physical misery.
A soft, heavy, warm mass.
Eyes half-open, I looked down at the person nestled in my arms. Kang Eugene's completely bare body, without a thread on her — the generous breast resting entirely in my palm glowing milky white in the morning sun.
This is insane. Actually insane.
There was no heaven beyond this. None at all.