This Is Sex♡♡
Come to think of it, sex is actually a pretty mediocre act. At least when you measure it purely by the total quantity of pleasure.
According to some trustworthy brain research team's trustworthy study, the pleasure gained from sex and the pleasure from playing a game are supposedly about the same. Which means a fulfilling, rewarding match in the Rift is better than some half-assed round of sex.
But those scholars… No, those pathetic bastards who are probably holed up in a lab staring at monitors all day missed one crucial point.
Drooling over a picture of a lemon and savoring the juices of a top-grade steak. Even if the amount of saliva produced is identical, you obviously can't put those two things on the same level. Because the texture of the pleasure, its weight, and its temperature are completely different.
So anyone who tries to compare the two using something as crude as a brainwave graph is definitely one of two things: either a loser who's spent his entire life stroking a keyboard instead of skin, or… someone who's never once given his partner real satisfaction, let alone shared even the smallest moment of intimacy in bed.
From the moment I carried Kim Minji in from the front door until we reached the living room, we stayed completely silent.
"……."
"……."
Even as I carefully laid her down on the sofa, we simply stared deep into each other's eyes without saying a word.
The living room fell into a heavy silence. Kim Minji lay on the sofa, her body draped in a thin silk slip that followed every curve. Beneath that precarious scrap of fabric, her breasts looked ready to spill out—impossibly full, pale, and impossible to hide.
When my gaze drifted lower, the loose hem had already ridden all the way up to her groin. Her thighs were white and firm. There was no sign of any panties. It looked like she'd fallen asleep naked and simply thrown on the thin nightgown the moment she woke up.
"……."
I stood beside the sofa, quietly looking down at her. Even with her cheeks flushed crimson, Kim Minji refused to look away. Lying at a slight angle, she met my gaze completely. Between her disheveled bangs, her wet eyes held nothing but me.
Just a month ago, those same eyes had contained only disgust and contempt. But now, what shimmered in them was a certain thirst… and along with it, a submissive light. That profound gaze threatened to melt my sanity entirely.
From the very bottom of my chest, a male's primal urge to conquer surged upward, tangled with a strange protective instinct that slowly rose to the surface. I wanted to rip away that thin covering right then and there, to roughly squeeze the obscene, endlessly soft flesh beneath it—but there was something I had to do first.
I walked over to Lee Jiun, who was cowering in the corner of the living room. Grabbing the dog collar around her neck, I dragged her forward.
"Hiiik—!"
Lee Jiun thrashed on all fours in terror as I forcibly hauled her across the floor. I forced her to her knees in the spot directly in front of the sofa, where Kim Minji could see her best, then glanced over to check her reaction.
This is what you wanted, right?
A faint but unmistakable sense of superiority began to spread across Kim Minji's face as she looked at Lee Jiun. Yeah. Looks like it.
In contrast, Lee Jiun's face was twisted in utter humiliation. That was only natural. Here she was, stripped naked with a collar around her shortened limbs, forced to kneel before a pair of aroused, perfectly matched man and woman exchanging heated glances.
Apparently overwhelmed by our raw stares, Lee Jiun slowly lowered her head.
So—
Slap—!
"Aack—!"
I seized her by the hair and delivered a merciless slap to her cheek. It was brutal enough to make me wonder if I should really be doing this to a college girl I'd only recently met. The force of it sent Lee Jiun tumbling across the floor, tears welling in her eyes.
But when we fixed her with cold, unwavering stares, she whimpered and frantically crawled back, kneeling once more in front of the sofa. The sight of her trying to rub her swollen cheek with those stubby arms was almost pitiful.
After that, no further commands were necessary. My intention had been thoroughly imprinted with that single, powerful slap. With Lee Jiun seated in the audience, I turned my full attention to Kim Minji.
The same hand that had just brutally struck Lee Jiun's cheek now touched Minji's face with a gentleness that made the earlier violence seem like a lie. Like handling the most fragile porcelain in the world, I slowly caressed her small, soft cheek.
When my thumb gently pressed against her red lips, Minji's tense shoulders melted. She leaned into my touch, almost shyly.
Wait… is this really the same sharp-tongued Kim Minji? Was she always this… lovable?
Chuu—.
Our lips met naturally. We explored each other's most intimate membranes with our most vulnerable tongues—licking, tangling, sucking, rubbing, tasting, grinding, occasionally biting lightly as we mixed our saliva.
Blood rushed to my lower body in an instant. I could feel my entire body heating up beyond control. And through our pressed bodies, I could tell the woman before me was burning in exactly the same way.
"Mmmh…"
A sweet, needy moan slipped from the tip of Minji's nose. Without breaking the kiss, I grabbed the hem of her silk slip that had ridden all the way up to her groin.
Even though I was a virgin. Even though this was my first time and everything felt clumsy and unfamiliar, I instinctively understood that there was no need for crude announcements like "I'm going to take it off," "I'm going to touch you," or "I'm going to put it in."
At least in this moment, language was nothing but worthless garbage.
I slowly peeled away Kim Minji's covering. Her arms obediently rose above her head. And at last, her enormous, dazzlingly white breasts were fully revealed.
They say no matter how old a man gets, in front of a woman he remains a child. I have no choice but to agree. Because there are women in this world with breasts this violently erotic. Any man would become a child before them.
The two softest pieces of flesh in the world—ones I'd only been able to devour with my eyes until now. I reached out with both hands and carefully grasped their heavy weight from below.
Squish. Squish.
The way they deformed into countless shapes under my grip made my brain feel like it was about to melt. It was dizzying. I could feel every drop of blood in my body rushing straight to my crotch. I couldn't hold back anymore.
I buried my face between the overflowing breasts in my hands and took a big, greedy bite.
"Mmm… ah…!"
Chuuup— Slurp. Squishy. Haaup.
I sucked on the snow-white peaks and the stiff little nubs at their tips like a newborn, while my other hand slowly slid downward. Between Kim Minji's white thighs was already soaked with thick, slippery nectar.
Squelch. Squelch squelch. Rub rub. Shlurp.
I curled my fingers to rub her sensitive clit, then spread them to plunge into the wet slit. As my touch continued, Kim Minji's legs twisted and trembled. A long, transparent string of arousal stretched between her thighs.
"Ah… haa… mmmh…!"
Her heated moans had grown far more shameless. Suddenly her legs rose and wrapped around my waist. At the same time, the arm that stretched up from below circled around my neck.
With my face still buried in her breasts, I pressed my now painfully swollen cock against her dripping entrance.
Slide. Slide. Shlurp—.
When I rubbed my glans—slick with her juices and my precum—against her pussy, Kim Minji turned her flushed face to the side and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Ah… Th-that… ngh…! G-go easy… This… is my first time…"
Damn it. If she says something that arousing right now, it's only going to destroy what little self-control I have left.
"Okay."
Still, with the tiny scrap of patience I had left, I suppressed the urge. Though I wanted to thrust all the way to the root in one go, I held back. Instead of piercing her, I locked eyes with her and pushed in very slowly, but relentlessly.
Her hot, tight, obscenely wet inner walls swallowed my glans. Every single fold gripped my veined shaft with vivid intensity. Finally, my cock was buried to the hilt. Our pubic bones met with a lewd slap.
"Ah, aah…!"
A moan burst from Kim Minji beneath me.
"Haa… haa…! I'm… going to move…!"
Kim Minji didn't answer. She simply tightened her arms around my neck and panted hot, heavy breaths. But that was answer enough for me.
I began to move my hips slowly, savoring every sensation with gentle care. Squelch. Squelch. Shluurp—. The obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed rhythmically through the quiet living room.
At first my movements were long and languid, but as time passed, they unconsciously grew rougher and more urgent. Minji, pinned beneath me, murmured as if begging.
"Hngh… J-just… a little slower… please…!"
Sorry, but I can't do that. The ideal woman I'd dreamed about for so long was panting and writhing beneath my body right now.
Without slowing the rhythm of my hips, I grabbed one of her breasts that jiggled heavily with every thrust. Of course, the fantasy in porn and reality were a bit different. The slightly sour smell of sweat rising from under her breasts, the somewhat unstable position that almost felt like exercise, and honestly, the pressure on my cock was much less intense than when I jerked off.
But none of those sensations cooled my arousal. Instead, they struck my senses like fuses, driving me absolutely wild.
"Haa—! Mmm…! Ah…!"
As time went on, Kim Minji forgot her initial embarrassment and began letting out shameless cries. Her massive breasts bounced violently in time with my thrusts. Our two sweat-drenched bodies slapped wetly against each other's most primitive parts, producing endless obscene sounds.
Someday, I wanted to go back in time and slap the old me who had taken a bite of freshly fried crispy chicken and immediately washed it down with ice-cold beer, casually saying, "This is sex." That wasn't sex.
This—what I was doing right now—was real sex.
Staring helplessly into each other's eyes, seeing all the way down to the naked bottom of the other's soul. One desperately trying to give, the other desperately trying to receive. Feeling grateful that we willingly allowed and shared something so filthy and desperate. Trembling not just because sex felt good, but because it was sex with you. Reading and writing each other's existence to its deepest core not with words, but with wet breaths.
Yes. This is sex.