It's Just That the Dick Feels Good

It's just that the dick felt so good. When having sex, moaning or chatting turns out to be more important than you'd think. Auditory stimulation can excite people just as much as visual cues. So, naturally, the dirtier and cruder Choi Mi-hwa's words got, the more fiercely Seo Joo-hwan's arousal surged.

"Hauk! Ah, ahng, I love your dick. Ung~!"

"Hup. Heu. Mi-hwa, what's your favorite part?"

"Hak. Ahng, the inside. I love it... pounding deep inside my pussy♥"

They say the first step is the hardest, but the second is a breeze. Once Choi Mi-hwa's floodgates opened, her dirty talk flowed without a shred of shame. The faint pain of her first time had given way to climaxes so intense her pussy melted, leaving her mind in a blissful haze where yesterday's concerns didn't matter anymore.

"Hak! I, I'm gonna cum... Ah. Ah, ahhk, heungak...!"

Before long, Choi Mi-hwa hit her fifth orgasm. They say women usually take longer to climax than men, but that didn't apply to her—at least not with her hypersensitive body.

"Huh? Joo-hwan, I came. I came, okay? Hwaang, ahng, st-stop...!"

"Sorry. I haven't cum yet."

"Heeik! Hik, eugeut, eugeuk~!"

Clamped jaws couldn't fully stifle the muffled moans leaking from Choi Mi-hwa. Getting stimulated right in the middle of her climax was impossible to endure. Soon after, Seo Joo-hwan finished his fourth release, but exhausted as she was, she passed out without even washing up.

"Was I too rough...?"

Seo Joo-hwan murmured with a hint of regret as he wiped down her sleeping body. He'd skipped masturbation while focusing on workouts lately, and it seemed the buildup was massive. After so long, his erection just wouldn't go down. Who knew the Mongma God's Blessing—which he'd only seen as a pure boon—came with this side effect of sorts. A moderate boost to stamina would have been perfect.

*

After a night of intense passion, the two sank into deep slumber and showed no signs of waking. Time dragged on like that. By the time they stirred, checkout was just an hour away.

Choi Mi-hwa's eyes flew open, and she flailed in panic.

"Oh no! It's Monday today!"

Work hours had long passed. She bolted upright, only to yelp in surprise and lose her balance.

"Whoa there."

Seo Joo-hwan swiftly wrapped an arm around her waist. Her soft skin molded perfectly to his hand. Thanks to him, she steadied herself, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠but her face flushed crimson. The warmth of his touch on her waist triggered a panoramic flashback of last night.

"Th-thanks."

"No problem. Feeling okay?"

"...Yeah."

Mumbling evasively, Choi Mi-hwa slipped away from his grasp like she was fleeing and headed to the bathroom. The alcohol from their wild night and deep sleep had burned off completely. Sober now, her mind reeled with embarrassment and confusion.

"Kyaa. Ahhk."

But she barely took a few steps before her legs gave out, and she collapsed. The Slippery Love Gel had erased the pain of losing her virginity, but the aftermath of her first time wasn't going anywhere. Seo Joo-hwan got out of bed, helped her up, and said,

"Okay my ass. Where do you think you're going?"

"...Work."

"Don't push yourself. Why not take the afternoon off?"

"But..."

"Or blame it on me. Say some crazy author dragged you out first thing in the morning. As for missing the report... well, can't be helped."

"That's not it!"

"Huh? Then what?"

"It's, it's poking me! That thing!"

Choi Mi-hwa thrust her hips forward and shouted. Seo Joo-hwan scratched the corner of his eye awkwardly.

"...Oh."

Despite the marathon session last night, his precious member stood tall upon waking, prodding her ass. A bit flustered, he released his arm, and this time Choi Mi-hwa truly bolted to the bathroom.

"Tch. After all that last night, what's she embarrassed about...?"

And from a woman who'd begged for more pussy-pounding and womb-thrusting. Women's hearts were impossible to fathom.

*

After showering, the two stepped out of the motel. Seo Joo-hwan called a cab and waited with her to see her off.

"Heading to work?"

"...Can't. Told them I'm sick today. Still wiped out."

"Aigoo. Gotta work out more. Can't have stamina that weak."

Seo Joo-hwan teased playfully, but Choi Mi-hwa bristled, her eyes narrowing behind her silver round glasses.

"You...! This is your fault! Like a dog in heat... you pervert. How rough can you get with a first-timer...?"

"Pervert? That's harsh."

"Five times isn't perverted, then what is?!"

"Well... from midway, you were the one begging for more, Mi-hwa."

"Wh-when did I?! All I remember is begging you to stop!"

Choi Mi-hwa played dumb about remembering. She seemed ready to pretend those crude words from last night never happened. Oh ho. Playing it like that, huh? Seo Joo-hwan stared at her, debating whether to tease her about it.

"Hmm."

"...Don't."

Sensing his intent, she flinched back a step.

"A-anyway, never again with you. And... let's pretend last night didn't happen. I'll forget it too."

He'd expected her to deflect, but her face was dead serious—like she meant to write off the night as a one-off fling. Seo Joo-hwan was at a loss for words.

Nothing to say to that.

Her offering to act like it never happened was a relief for him, objectively. And last night, he'd hesitated at the moment of first penetration, indirectly rejecting her. He had no ground to argue. He just nodded slowly. Naturally, Choi Mi-hwa's face twisted slightly at the sight.

"Jerk. Can't even sweet-talk...?"

"...Wouldn't that hurt you more, Mi-hwa?"

"...Don't call me by name. It's annoying."

"Then Mi-hwa noona?"

"Ugh. J-just call me PD-nim from now on. I'll call you Writer-nim too."

Choi Mi-hwa averted her gaze as she spoke. Seo Joo-hwan couldn't hold back a chuckle at her reaction. Her innocent responses were endlessly amusing. She seemed to like being called "noona."

She said she only hung out in women-only groups, right?

Over drinks yesterday, they'd shared quite a bit. Among her stories was that she'd gone to all-girls middle and high school, then straight into publishing at Red Novel—a women-dominated romance/BL site. Sure, she'd quit because she hated BL, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠but it meant she'd had almost no casual chats with guys. Her only boyfriend was from middle school. Once she started seeing him as a man rather than a writer, their easy rapport vanished.

Anyway, Seo Joo-hwan followed her lead and changed the honorific.

"PD-nim Choi Mi-hwa. Like this?"

"...Yeah. Like that."

Choi Mi-hwa felt deflated seeing him comply so readily. It'd only been a day, but why did "PD-nim" sound so foreign now? She'd known it from the start, but she was still the one clinging. Suggesting the title change while still using casual speech was proof. Even now, thinking of their intense night made her lower belly heat up, and her shaky legs kept last night's sensations vivid in her mind.

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Beep beep.

The cab arrived before she knew it.

"I'll head out...?"

She tried to play it cool, but her voice came out listless. As she reached for the back door, he grabbed her hand.

"Noona."

"Wh-what?"

"I won't say it first."

"...?"

"But if you say it first, I won't turn you down."

"...Huh? What does that even...?"

"Get home safe. Text when ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you arrive."

With an awkward smile, he ushered her in and shut the door. Glancing out the window, she saw him waving goofily. Choi Mi-hwa whipped her head away, clutching her handbag and staring down.

If I say it first, he won't refuse? What the hell?

She pondered inwardly, but deep down, she knew the answer. Her face burned scarlet.

Damn jerk. I said call me PD-nim.

Looks like she'd gone and fallen for a bad boy. She denied it to herself, repeating It's just the dick that's good—but that was a problem in its own right.

*

"I'm a total asshole."

Seo Joo-hwan was fully aware of his actions, which made it all the more baffling. His old self definitely wasn't like this. In his past life, despite the misfortunes, he had decent people skills—folks approached him first. Sure, he'd walled himself off in self-loathing. Still, those who got close said he seemed kind. But looking back at the last day's antics? Asshole didn't even cover it.

"Is the Lust System messing with me or something?"

That made sense. The name alone sounded sinister. A demon god's gift—plausible! Lucy rebutted.

"Ah, wasn't blaming you, Lucy."

"Yeah. Just testing. Sorry."

He apologized to Lucy's prickly tone. What was that? Mad he badmouthed her creator? But she replied in her usual flat manner.

"Right. Let's do that."

There were tons piled up from last night. He'd muted them midway because they got too noisy. Lucy displayed them.

Seo Joo-hwan smirked at the cascade of messages.

"25,000 LP. Nice haul."

Adding the First Work Contract from last night made it 30,000 total. He'd figured it'd just be a few thousand from fetish collection, but this was unexpected windfall.

"Sorry, Mi-hwa, but..."

Good call going through with it. Especially seeing the new A+ potential Speed Reading talent. Things might get messy, leaving a slight pang of guilt, but that was a problem for later. It'll work out somehow. For now...

"Lucy."

"Pull up the shop, talents, and skills windows."

Time for some long-overdue shopping.