Not a Virgin
Ri Su-min knew just how shabby the first times of ordinary Chinese-Koreans tended to be.
She hadn't heard it secondhand. She'd heard it straight from her friends born in '99.
Her Chinese-Korean friends were pretty frank about it.
They shared birth control info without a second thought, casually spilled stories about how some sex-crazed bastard kept slamming into them when they were raw and burning from lack of lube so they smacked him one, and talked about moving in with a guy they'd only known a week.
Besides, Ri Su-min's own older sister had started out as a prostitute.
Even without her friends' stories, she never had much of a fantasy about the first night.
Still…
I'm not like those girls, am I?
The damp, sordid stories of her poor friends drifted through her head.
She had to think about something right now, anything at all.
Something kept surging up—no, surging wasn't right; battering was more like it. She wanted to hold it in, but moans kept slipping out.
Trying to force her attention elsewhere wasn't easy.
—Slap. Squish!
"Huh!? That sound—that wasn't me…!"
"It's fine. When there's a lot of lubrication, air gets trapped inside."
"……."
"The girlfriend who taught me how to have sex used to call that sound squelching."
Crazy bastard, Joo Sung-hyun. How the hell did he talk like that while he was fucking someone.
Anyway—her Chinese-Korean friends… Ri Su-min forced their faces into her mind.
First, Wang Su-yeon. The one who'd worked at a sewing factory.
Wang Su-yeon's first time had been with a Chinese-Korean guy from the same factory. After drinking soju mixed with beer and eating pig fetuses, he'd halfheartedly licked and sucked her on a musty blanket in a semi-basement, then shoved it in. All she'd felt, she said, was a little pain.
Poor girl. And that was her first time.
—Squelch, thwack, thump!
"Hah…!"
A moan burst out shallowly, against her will. Even while thrusting, Joo Sung-hyun kept tormenting her clitoris with his fingers.
Ri Su-min felt a strange sensation building, but she clenched down and held it in again.
Come to think of it—there was a '99 friend even more pitiful than Wang Su-yeon, who'd gotten fucked by some cheap bastard.
Choi Mi-ryeong. She'd crossed over intending to work as a prostitute, but because she'd been elementary school friends with Ri Su-min back in Yanji, she'd gotten lucky enough to be looked after by the older sister.
Choi Mi-ryeong's first time had been with a Korean guy. A tall college student from a decent university, in a hotel. Sounded plausible enough so far.
She said he was the worst, too.
For one thing, Choi Mi-ryeong's boyfriend had been a massive premature ejaculator. His size hadn't been great either, and not in a good way.
Wang Su-yeon, Choi Mi-ryeong. Truly pathetic girls.
Ri Su-min privately sneered at her friends.
And why wouldn't she…
Unlike those two, Ri Su-min lived in a different world from ordinary Chinese-Koreans. The caliber of men she met was bound to be different.
Which naturally meant her first time would be different, too.
Right? Isn't that right?
In truth, Ri Su-min had occasionally pictured her first night in her head.
The place: a hotel suite. Preferably overseas.
The man: face and height as a baseline, and he had to be good in bed, too.
Foreplay that made her feel respected, the main act a brief pain followed by moderate pleasure, and after, pillow talk while holding each other tight.
She'd wanted to fall asleep watching light filter softly through the curtains and tint the room.
It wasn't an excessive dream.
At least, Ri Su-min herself thought so. She'd believed she had every right to enjoy it—but
—Squelch!
"Hhut!"
Reality was far too cruel.
Squelch, squelch—the water-based gel mixed with her fluids made an obscene sound.
The moment her sneering at Wang Su-yeon and Choi Mi-ryeong lost all its color.
Of course, looking only at the conditions…
Setting aside the god-awful entanglement that had dragged her into this, the conditions themselves might not have been so bad.
The place, first. A clean room that didn't reek of cigarettes or grow mold.
And her first partner.
Crazy as he was, Joo Sung-hyun looked more than decent on the surface. Face included.
"It's… this big?"
"Yes. I've never been told it was small."
He could speak Chinese, too, and it was enormous.
The thick, long thing that spread the flesh of her private parts left and right as it drove rapidly back and forth—clearly far beyond ordinary size.
Without the coating of lube, she doubted insertion would even have been possible.
Not only was it big—he was good.
"Don't touch there—ah…!"
"That wasn't in the agreement."
Even while thrusting, he tormented her half-exposed clitoris with his fingers.
"Slowly!"
"You told me to go fast."
He'd suddenly pick up the tempo and move faster.
From the receiving end, it felt like something accumulating, steadily and evenly?
She'd called it "something," but Ri Su-min knew what it was.
Even if she threw her head back, shut her eyes, and filled her mind with useless thoughts, there was no escaping or looking away from the pleasure… Every time those obscene sounds rose from below, she felt strange.
But it wasn't supposed to be like this.
Ri Su-min felt the wretchedness of her situation all over again.
Just shoving her panties aside and driving that monster in for sex?
It wasn't violent or painful. Quite the opposite. The hands that had gently coated her with lube starting from her hip line and following the outer lips, the piston motion that adjusted rhythm and intensity every time she flinched—it was all relatively gentle.
But she felt not the slightest sense of being respected by Joo Sung-hyun.
He's enjoying this. That crazy Korean bastard.
Watching her thrash because she couldn't hold back the spine-tingling pleasure. The kind of person who ruined innocent people without mercy and took pleasure in watching it happen.
That was the man who was her first.
It was infinitely far from the first time Ri Su-min had dreamed of.
But the pleasure, at least, was real.
"Hahk!?"
The strange cry she finally couldn't hold back. And right at that moment—
—Squelch—!
The sensation of the stake being yanked free. Then a hot liquid that spattered all the way up to her collarbone with a wet splat.
Trembling finely, Ri Su-min only opened her eyes after about a minute had passed.
"Ah."
What met her eyes was a cock still rearing thick and heavy even after being pulled out once.
And Joo Sung-hyun's faintly smiling face.
Maybe it was just her imagination… and it was strange to be thinking this the second her first time ended, but it didn't seem like it was going to stop at one.
Kim Yu-ra, currently locked up in a psychiatric hospital, had once ranked me number one.
Not from something I'd heard—I'd actually seen the tasting chart Kim Yu-ra used to keep. Size: second place (first was obviously Mbongo). Gentleness: third.
But there was one category where I was overwhelmingly first.
Recovery.
I could go multiple times in a single night. At short intervals, too.
"I clearly said once." (1 / 1 / 11 minutes ago)
"We never made that kind of agreement."
"……."
"I'll clean you up."
I was about to wipe Ri Su-min's pussy, slick with fluids and gel, with a wet wipe… then put it away because of the preservative mixed in—sodium benzoate. Bad for mucous membranes.
Instead I dampened a tissue slightly with water and wiped her clean. And then.
Went straight into round two.
"Brace yourself against the wall."
I had Ri Su-min lean against the wall, panties pulled only down to her thighs, standing entry from behind.
I gripped the waist of Ri Su-min, who was awkwardly sticking her ass out, and pushed in from behind.
With a generous reapplication of lube, of course. Smooth.
"You crazy… bastard."
Even while cursing me out, Ri Su-min's pussy clenched tight around my cock and squeezed.
I had something to test, so I pulled out mid-thrust.
"……?"
The number kept blinking at 2, unchanged. I shoved back in immediately. Deep enough to make a wet slap.
"Hhat…!"
—Squelch, squelch, slap. Slap!
A short while later, the second load of semen I poured out dirtied the top of Ri Su-min's ass.
Leaning against the door, catching her breath for a long time, Ri Su-min finally looked back at me.
"You like this?" (1 / 2 / 5 minutes ago)
"Yes."
The sex was one thing, but I could also clearly pin down the counter's criteria.
The criterion was discontinuity.
The Experience Count went up at the moment of insertion, and if you inserted again after an act that counted as a break—or the end of a session—the count went +1.
But accidentally slipping out mid-sex, or pulling out briefly to change positions and putting it back in, didn't seem to affect the counter.
During sex, the count blinked red. That would be useful.
Got it. Now I know.
Not critical, but information I'd wanted to have.
I was standing there with my cock still twitching upright after ejaculation, thinking it over for a moment, when
Ri Su-min called me in a dazed voice.
"Joo Sung-hyun. Now… tell me." (1 / 2 / 8 minutes ago)
"Tell you what?"
"Can you keep me alive?"
I'd already promised to manage things so she wouldn't end up a prostitute. Apparently Ri Su-min wanted the specific method.
I looked her over from head to toe for a moment.
Faintly flushed cheeks, the nape and collarbone line damp with sweat, the tremor still running through her uneven breathing…
She was still dressed, of course. Whether she hated the idea of letting me look at her pussy or not, Ri Su-min had already pulled on a fresh pair of panties at some point.
We're not done yet.
Still, I was willing to run my mouth a little before starting round three.
This was the substitute for foreplay.
The foreplay I gave to Ri Su-min, who wouldn't even let me kiss her.
"We plant disinformation and sow confusion."
"……?" (1 / 2 / 8 minutes ago)
"We get them fighting each other over your sister Ri Su-jin's inheritance. Elite-line prostitutes on standby who can be brought into the country at any time, say, or a slush fund Ri Su-jin stashed somewhere in Korea. Currency exchange vouchers, that sort of thing."
I could actually do it.
They'd already lost their hub in Ri Su-jin and become a rabble of operators and brokers.
Toss them a few scraps of bait and they'd thrash around among themselves until the police scooped them up.
Not all of it was fake—some of it was real.
Currency exchange vouchers. Prepaid cards.
Items I'd secured off Ri Su-jin's body in the container. I hadn't wanted to hand them over to Chinese public security. Gold bars and crypto wallets I'd left, of course.
"Even being generous, within two weeks Officer Ri Su-min will be safe."
"……." (1 / 2 / 9 minutes ago)
"I'll guarantee that much, at least."
That much, at least. Leaving myself room, I stepped toward Ri Su-min.
In a cramped goshiwon, a single step closed the distance completely.
My cock twitched right in front of Ri Su-min's face. It had gone a little soft right after coming, but a few minutes later it was already recovering.
"You'll keep your word…"
"I didn't say it was a promise. I said I'd guarantee it. And… I get that both of you sisters start spitting Chinese when you're aroused, but keep it under control from now on."
Nobody looks kindly on that. But I'd said enough for now.
I looked down at Ri Su-min steadily.
She was probably thinking a lot right about now, too.
Just dodging the prostitute track didn't mean her life would sort itself out.
A police career already fucked, the organization's side-eye, the economic pressure about to start… Honestly Ri Su-min wasn't the sharpest, but she seemed to have figured out how she needed to conduct herself in this situation.
"……."
Ri Su-min pressed her lips together with a complicated expression.
She didn't look willing, but a moment later she slowly spread her legs.
I didn't refuse. I fucked her.
…
I left the goshiwon room a little after midnight.
"……." (1 / 6 / 11 minutes ago)
Ri Su-min was staring at the ceiling with a worn, vacant face.
The moment I'd secured an active-duty police officer I could also use as a work tool when needed.
It had been a satisfying night.