Second Discharge

Have you ever seen a woman's ass during your second discharge? No, specifically Jeong So-ra's ass, laid bare like that. The apricot-tinted, plump curves she drew were pure art.

So damn hot!

Come to think of it, he'd never tried doggy style before. Who knew doggy was such a lewd position? A woman voluntarily presenting her ass to a man—it was insanely arousing.

"Whoa... Noona, you're turning me on so bad."

"S-stop staring and put it in already. This is embarrassing."

Jeong So-ra was only wearing her top right now. The digital camo pattern contrasted so sexily with the curve of her ass. Seo Joo-hwan didn't hesitate any longer. He aligned the tip of his glans with her valley entrance and thrust in with one smooth motion.

"Haaaah!"

"Hngh!"

He pushed up her combat uniform top slightly and gripped her waist. Then came the piston motion.

Slap, slap, slap!

"Ah! Ahng! Joo-hwan, it feels so good!"

"Haa. Me too. Noona's pussy is squeezing me so tight."

"Hngaaang. Ahng. Doing this inside the barracks... I'll keep thinking about it forever..."

Those words drove Seo Joo-hwan wild. If he left an unforgettable memory here, she'd think of today every time he visited the admin office after discharge. That thought fueled his passion even more.

Squelch, squelch, squelch!

"Hnggggh~!"

As he shook his hips faster, a scream-like moan burst from Jeong So-ra's lips. Her strength gave out, and she slumped forward over the desk. Her lowered head bobbed in time with his thrusts. Seo Joo-hwan pulled her upper body upright from behind and hugged her tight. Then he continued pistoning while pressed flush against her. His deeply buried cock tip rubbed rapidly against her inner walls. In sync, her at-least-C-cup breasts jiggled.

Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!

"Aang, ang, aaaang!"

"Haa. Sora Noona, what am I gonna do? Thinking about not seeing you after discharge makes me so sad."

He whispered into her ear while hugging her. She let out moans nonstop, her words coming out broken.

"Af-after discharge, hng, we can still, meet up."

What did she mean? Jeong So-ra had clearly said this was their last time. Did she just mean meet platonically? Or...

Seo Joo-hwan whispered into her ear with a sliver of hope.

"Meet up and, do this—have sex?"

"Ahng. This is the last... haaak!"

Classic Jeong So-ra. Even mid-moan, lost in pleasure, she drew a firm line. Disappointment washed over him at her resolute attitude. But that same firmness helped him shake off any lingering attachment.

Our brief first love, huh.

She'd rejected him once already, and it was expected, so sorting his feelings wasn't too hard. Of course, lying about feeling no disappointment or regret would be dishonest. But it wasn't heartbreak-level pain. He wasn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠even sure if this qualified as "first love." Just sex and fondness didn't equal love, right?

Seo Joo-hwan spoke in a slightly deflated voice.

"Got it, Noona. I won't ask for more after discharge."

"Hnggh. D-don't talk... ahng!"

"But it's still okay now, right? You started this. Hup!"

Slam!

"Haaak!? J-Joo-hwan...!"

Even if they couldn't do it anymore after today, she was the woman who'd given him her first time—and become special to him. Someone he wanted to keep seeing after discharge. To make that possible, he needed clear boundaries. Jeong So-ra had been consistent from start to finish, so as long as he controlled himself, it was fine.

What a straight-laced noona. Her firm, unwavering attitude was downright respectable.

But it also pissed him off a little, so he spitefully snapped his hips extra hard over and over.

Yeah. If today was the last, make it truly unforgettable.

Seo Joo-hwan's movements intensified.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Ahng! A-ang! J-Joo-hwan, too rough...!"

"Don't you like it rough, Noona?"

"Hngaaang!"

Jeong So-ra let out a scream-like moan as his cock buried to the root. He worried the sound might carry outside.

Slap-slap-slap! Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!

"Kyaaak?! Ack, aang, ang, ahng! J-Joo-hwaaan... aaang!"

Every hip thrust shook her body and drew out moans. She'd complained it was too rough earlier, but she reacted even better to the harder pounding.

Seo Joo-hwan felt his climax approaching. Jeong So-ra clenched her pussy tight, panting as her own peak neared. Her aroused breaths heightened his urge.

"Hah, hah. Noona, I'm gonna cum."

"Hng. Condom's on, so cum inside...!"

"Kuh!"

Ah! If he wasn't wearing a condom, how perfect would that be? Regret filled him even as he instinctively thrust like he was trying to impregnate her.

Spluuuurt!

Splurt! Spuuuurt.

"Aang, aaaah!"

With her cry, Jeong So-ra's ass quivered. She'd climaxed. As he pulled out, her squirt sprayed out with a splick.

She trembled atop the desk.

"Noona, you okay?"

"Not... okay..."

Her voice dripped with exhaustion. Seo Joo-hwan stroked her back soothingly while checking the system window before his eyes.

The Lust System unexpectedly leveled up. But more intriguing was the sex fantasy collection—a new category beyond fetishes.

Secret sex in the barracks...

It was Jeong So-ra's sex fantasy.

So that's Noona Sora's sex fantasy.

Learning this new fact made her slumped over the desk seem fresh somehow. He recalled how she'd initially refused sex in the barracks.

Maybe even that refusal was because...

She was worried she wouldn't be able to hold back? A pleasant feeling bubbled up, and he pulled Jeong So-ra into his arms, sitting on the mat. Laughter kept spilling out.

"Pffft."

"...Why're you laughing?"

Jeong So-ra tilted her head curiously at his sudden laughter. Seo Joo-hwan chuckled again at her oblivious face and hugged her tighter.

She frowned, feeling uneasy, and poked his side with her elbow.

"Why're you laughing, I said?"

"Just 'cause."

"'Just 'cause' what? Captain's orders—tell me straight."

"Kekeke. 'Cause our captain's too pretty."

"...Why're you suddenly so smug? Gross."

Jeong So-ra made a disgusted face. As she tried to pull away to press him again,

Their bodies froze at the broadcast. Jeong So-ra sprang up urgently. She scrambled into her underwear and pants.

"J-Joo-hwan, sorry, clean ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up for me!"

"Yeah! Don't worry about here, go!"

"Thanks. I'm going... ahk! My legs..."

Her legs buckled as she staggered out. Seo Joo-hwan watched worriedly, then suddenly sniffed.

The thick scent of cum and juices hung in the air.

"N-Noona, wait! The smell! Gotta air it out!"

"Huh? Oh no!"

"Hold on! Febreze in the dorm!"

They hurriedly erased traces. Soon, Febreze-drenched Jeong So-ra staggered to the command center, while Seo Joo-hwan cleaned the used condom and cum from the floor.

*

Maybe because of their intense daytime romp, the day flew by in a daze. Before he knew it, the day before discharge had ended. Seo Joo-hwan lay wide awake in the dark barracks.

Can't sleep.

Excitement over tomorrow's discharge kept sleep at bay. He quietly got up and slipped outside for a smoke.

Eh, too lazy to go to the first floor.

His 4th Company was on the third. Too far for one cig. He glanced at the duty soldier.

Out cold.

The guy was slumped in his chair. No worries there. Seo Joo-hwan tiptoed to the glass door, locked with a bike lock to keep soldiers in at night.

Sloppy. Way too sloppy.

Veterans like him could handle this easy. As a soon-to-be-discharged sergeant, it was child's play—easier than jerking off.

Click—

He ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠twisted the seam like a screw, and pop—the handle came off. He stepped out, sat on the stairs, and lit a cig.

Flick.

He inhaled deep and exhaled. It eased his stuffy chest. Placebo, sure.

"Fuu. Second discharge feels just as weird."

Seo Joo-hwan chuckled, recalling pre-regression. Less so now, but back then, it was bittersweet. Not missing army life, but anxiety and hope for the future. Plus, Han Su-ah's incident had wrecked him.

"Moon's bright."

That night too, lost in nostalgia, he'd snuck out at dawn and smoked here. Same rural night sky, same full moon.

"Nah, pretty different."

He tilted his head. On second thought, everything differed. No leisure to admire the moon back then—he'd cried buckets under its glare.

Now? Regression let him prevent Han Su-ah's death. He even caught her killer, conquering trauma. No tears tonight.

And Jeong So-ra? From good superior to close noona—special, intimate.

"No money worries either."

Past life: cursed luck tanked jobs and ventures. Barely survived, no hobbies.

Now? Bitcoin investments skyrocketed. Billions already, conservatively 500 million even post-crash. At 23? Not mega-rich, but solid. Plus, more money-makers from memories—hot stocks galore. No financial woes ever.

But human connections thrilled him most.

"Haha. So much changed already."

Realization brought a happy laugh. Just a month post-regression, massive shifts.

"Can't wait."

A smile curved his lips as he gazed at the moon. Past tears of fear and trauma now anticipation and thrill. His chest tickled.

Discharge morning dawned. Despite late sleep, Seo Joo-hwan woke clearer-headed than ever.

"You're discharging and leaving me behind?! How could you?!"

Lee Jeong-hoon whined from morning. Seo Joo-hwan smirked victoriously.

"Gotta go so you can too. You made my discharge uniform—why complain?"

"True, but... dude, not sad to leave ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠your hyung?"

"Ugh, hyung. Over a year together—I'm sick of you. Some distance, yeah?"

"Damn, you've gotten cold."

"You're off in February anyway."

"Discharge and leave ain't the same!"

"Obviously."

"Brat."

"You know I got you that leave, right?"

"Super grateful!"

"Heh, curse me out instead."

"Gah!"

Actives can't beat discharges. Lee Jeong-hoon fumed, puffing cigs.

After morning roll call, 4th Company gathered before barracks. Jeong So-ra scanned them.

"All present?"

"Yes!"

"Line up for pics then. Joo-hwan in the middle."

They clustered around Seo Joo-hwan: Jeong So-ra, Lee Jeong-hoon, company mates.

"Taking pics! One, two, three!"

Click! Click! Click!

After, Jeong So-ra called Seo Joo-hwan forward and hugged him tight.

"Gasp!"

"Ooo!"

Soldiers gasped and cheered. FM queen Jeong So-ra hugging a dischargee? Unheard of.

Ignoring stares, she patted his back.

"You worked hard. Thanks for healthy discharge—made my time fun too."

"Th-thank you!"

His voice trembled, touched. A public hug? Their closeness hit home.

Glad I got a second chance.

Then a playful whisper.

"Admin office was the most fun. Right?"

"...Didn't hear that?"

"Sad we can't anymore. Should've done it when you asked. Yeah?"

"...This noona."

He chuckled in disbelief. She grinned mischievously, giggling.

Such a sly fox...

He sighed, shaking his head. No tail confirmed, yet...

She released him.

"Say a word to your juniors with time left."

"Huh?"

"No words?"

"Uh..."

Different from pre-regression ceremony. Brain blank, till eyes met Lee Jeong-hoon's—inspiration struck.

"Jeong-hoon hyung!"

"Yessir~ Private Lee Jeong-hoon reporting~."

Seo Joo-hwan serious.

"Didn't forget our promise?"

"Promise?"

"When you get leave!"

"Leave? Oh, oh!"

Lee Jeong-hoon nodded frantically, then grinned, thumbs up. Seo Joo-hwan thumbs-up back.

Good enough.

To puzzled juniors:

"Guys!"

"Yes!"

He was odd to them: timid unluckster turned hero, killer-catcher. What wisdom?

Seo Joo-hwan grinned wolfishly and bellowed.

"Spin your wheels! I'm out!"

"......"

Juniors blanked. He bolted for the gate before they snapped to.

Tatata!

"Spin my ass! Raaagh!"

"Pranking right away?!"

"Grab him!"

"Pillow fight payback!"

"Halt! I said halt!"

"Joo-hwan, take care! Text on leave!"

Laughing roars chased him. He exited to their send-off.

Discharged at last.

*

"Joo-hwan."

"Yeah?"

"Something I couldn't say earlier."

"What?"

"Text sometimes after discharge."

"Duh. Don't worry, I won't cling."

He didn't want to lose a good person over lust. But Jeong So-ra sighed frustratedly.

"Sigh. Not that... when you have no girlfriend, it's fine."

"...Huh? What?"

"Wh-when neither has a lover, yeah, if we feel like it."

Eyes averted. He'd reined in feelings, now flustered.

"Didn't you say no earlier? Last time."

"I-I tried! Said I was sad too. But you kept moving!"

She yelled, embarrassed at backtracking. He beamed.

Means she can't forget him. His vow to make it memorable paid off. Male pride soared.

"Heh. Noona."

"...Why the creepy grin?"

"Was I that good? Visit monthly post-discharge?"

She looked troubled, serious.

"No, rumors. Just text, no coming."

"...Then you come?"

"Yeah, I'll go."

"When?"

"Dunno? Personal stuff, and home-to-Seoul's far."

Deflated, his voice flat.

"...Text on leave."

"Ahaha. Miss Noona already? Not sulking?"

"Who’s sulking."

"Giggle. I'll text later—wait up. Oh. Tell me if you get a girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend? Jealous?"

"Jealous? Can't if you have one—rude to her."

Her needless firmness irked him. Not that he'd anyway...

Jeong So-ra teased giggling.

"And tell me if you like someone. Noona'll advise."

"...Noona."

"Yeah?"

"Remember my confession?"

"Yeah."

"You're evil."

"...Yeah."

"Agh, forget it. Not sorry."

"Ahaha. No need."

"Kiss instead."

Mwah.

"Here too."

Mwah.

"Okay, dropping it."

Mwah.

"...Didn't say lips."

"Ahaha."

How does she apologize smiling? Lines firm, yet not annoying. Ironic.

"Ha."

Seo Joo-hwan sighed, fully defeated. Unbeatable noona.

Sniff sniff.

"Hey, smell weird?"

"Febreze?"

"No, besides that."

"Other smell? Just intense Febreze."

"Really? Definitely something familiar."

"What?"

"Dunno?"

"Nah, Febreze. Or cig?"

"Ah, Febreze to mask cigs?"

Rare, but bold soldiers smoked in admin at dawn.

"Most likely."

"Yeah."

Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.