So What Cup Is It? (3)
Schlurp! The glans disappeared into the tight cavern. But more than half was still left outside.
Damn, it's squeezing so tight.
The narrow interior was still wary of the foreign intruder.
"Hng! O-Oppa. Wait... go a little slower...!"
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"Haa. Ngh. This hurts more than I thought..."
"Relax. I won't move."
"O-Okay..."
Min Ga-hee nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. Even though she'd thought she'd loosened up enough, the pain was still considerable, leaving her breathing ragged.
Seo Joo-hwan activated the healing effect of his touch and gently caressed her folds. The pain eased a bit, and some tension drained from her rigid body.
Regaining a measure of composure, Min Ga-hee clutched the bedsheet tightly and said,
"Oppa, you can move now."
"Slowly?"
"Mm. Just... shove it all in at once— Hngk!"
A scream-like moan burst from Min Ga-hee's lips mid-sentence. He'd thrust his hips forward powerfully the moment she'd finished speaking.
Better to rip off the band-aid quick, right? Fortunately, it went all the way in this time. Her hips bucked once in surprise, though.
Seo Joo-hwan leaned down and hugged her without moving.
Min Ga-hee wrapped her arms around his neck and let out the breath she'd been holding.
"Haaa. Who does it like that out of nowhere?"
"Sorry. Did it hurt a lot?"
"Yeah... but not as bad as the first time."
She seemed to have felt all the pain when half was already in.
Still hugging him, Min Ga-hee waited a moment before murmuring with flushed cheeks,
"Oppa, it feels like it's twitching inside..."
"Cut me some slack... I can't control that."
He was already exercising considerable restraint just by holding still. Controlling the involuntary spasms was beyond him.
Seeing his pitiful expression, Min Ga-hee giggled.
"Wasn't complaining or anything. I think you can move now."
"For real?"
"Yeah. But go slow. It still hurts a little."
"Got it."
As she asked, he moved his hips gently.
He'd heard somewhere that for first-timers, severe pain could make it impossible to finish.
Wish I had an item.
With Choi Mi-hwa, he'd used one to eliminate the pain and go at it freely. But the Slippery Love Gel was long gone.
Now was the time for patience and taking it step by step.
For now, he kneaded her breasts while rocking his hips languidly.
Schlurp. Schluuurp.
How long had it been? After a few minutes of slow in-and-out to help her adjust rather than for pleasure, Min Ga-hee started getting restless first.
"Ngh. Hngh. Mmm."
She wasn't saying anything, but at some point, her hips began moving in sync. Even lying down, she was that eager.
"Ga-hee, should I go harder now?"
"Mmm. Do whatever you want, oppa."
"Then leave it to me and relax."
"Yesss... Hnngk!"
From entrance to hilt. With her response, he snapped his hips forward hard, and her mouth fell open with a moan.
"Hnnng. Ga-hee, spread your legs more."
He gripped her thighs against his sides and thrust with more force.
Schlurp-schluuurp. The leisurely pace quickened, lewd sounds filling the room.
Squelch-squelch~ Plop! Plop!
"Ah! Ahng! Aaang!"
Her cries grew louder with the friction. Embarrassed by her own noises, she suddenly covered her face.
Her lips twisted as moans escaped. The more you tell someone not to, the more they want to—and covering made him want to see.
Seo Joo-hwan released her thighs, grabbed her arms, and pulled them down.
"Ah~ Hng? O-Oppa, my hands!"
"I wanna see your face, Ga-hee."
"Hng, ang, haak. M-My face looks weird! Let go!"
"It's not weird at all. You're beautiful."
"Ngh. Haak! Oppaaaang!"
Her upturned eyes glistened reproachfully. But she didn't pull her hands away—clearly not hating it.
Slap-slap! Each thrust sent blue waves rippling through her hair and her breasts bouncing wildly. The visual was incredible—like peaches floating on a blue lake.
He released one arm and cupped a breast fully. The peach deformed in his grasp, its central fruit plump and enticing. Wanting to harvest it, he pinched and twisted lightly with two fingers.
"Haak!?"
A surprised moan erupted immediately. Her breasts had dull sensitivity overall, but her nipples were hypersensitive.
Slap-slap!
"Ah~ Hng! Ahngh~!"
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack! Her breasts jiggled with every pound. Holding one made the left bounce solo, up and down.
"Ngh. Haa. I'm gonna cum."
The visual stimulation spiked his urge.
Min Ga-hee, panting roughly, called out at his words.
"Oppa, Joo-hwan oppaang! Haak! Say my name, say my name~!"
"Ga-hee, Min Ga-hee."
"Aaang!"
"Ga-hee, I'm cumming."
As she asked, he called her name and ramped up the piston speed.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!
Lewd flesh-smacking echoed as climax neared. He gripped her waist with both hands and drove in with all his might.
Hilted deep, he unleashed his pent-up load.
Spurt!
"Hurgh! Ngh!"
"Hngk! Aaang~! Hnnngh! Ngh!"
Her hips arched, lifting slightly into the air. He grabbed the raised waist, pulled her close, and emptied into her depths as if claiming her womb.
Gush! Spuuuurt~.
He'd held back so long that even his second load felt like the first.
Seo Joo-hwan savored the post-climax relief for a moment.
"Haa. Ga-hee, I'm pulling out."
"Yeees..."
Her voice was limp, energy spent.
But as he tried to withdraw, her tightness gripped him, refusing to let go. The friction drew a surprised "Hng!" from her.
She's clamping down hard.
Finally extracting with a pop!, her folds parted.
Seo Joo-hwan grabbed her limp waist and flipped her over. Her ass rose as she turned prone on the bed.
New condom on, he slid back in, parting her cheeks.
Min Ga-hee, caught off-guard, jolted upright.
"Hngk! O-Oppa?"
"Hoo. Ga-hee, doesn't hurt, right?"
"Doesn't hurt... but didn't you just cum?"
"Not enough. One more round."
"Ahng! W-Wait. I'm super sensitive right now... Haaaang!"
Slam! Slam! Downward pistons hammered with raw flesh slaps.
"Ah~ Haaaak!"
By the time Seo Joo-hwan came again, Min Ga-hee had two more orgasms.
*
After round two, Seo Joo-hwan and Min Ga-hee showered in the bathroom. The intense activity left them too sweaty to sleep without it.
Separately, of course—her fierce protests about jumping her again if together.
She wobbled on shaky legs to wash up and lay beside him.
He watched her pillow her head on his arm and thought,
Ah, wanna go again.
He hadn't jerked off much lately; it had built up. His last release was with Im Su-hee.
Lifetime virgin turned harem king in no time—solo now felt hollow.
No way, right?
Her first time today, and she'd pushed hard—her walk was unsteady. Without items, another round might leave her bedridden tomorrow.
Squish-squish. He settled for kneading her breasts.
As he toyed like a stress ball, she spoke up.
"Oppa."
"Yeah? Should I stop?"
"No. Touching my boobs is fine..."
Fine, then! Squish-squiiiish~.
"Ah, oppa! For real!"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm listening."
"...Sigh."
Why the sigh? He feigned ignorance, fondling away. Not him refusing to let go—her breasts wouldn't release his hands.
What could he do?
Min Ga-hee shook her head, seemingly giving up.
At karaoke, he'd felt so mature; now, pure kid. And she didn't mind—that was the problem. Bean shell thick as hell.
Tch. Won't even date me.
Unfairness welled up. She'd shown tears, given her first—yet he stonewalled pre-, then led expertly. And that mid-sex line... still stung.
Should've smacked him.
If less smitten, she'd have shoved and left. No—the karaoke comfort saved him from an explosion.
Sensing it? He flinched mid-grope, meeting her eyes.
His blinking gaze made her chuckle. Mischief melted seeing his face. At least for tonight. No harsh words.
Still annoying, she playfully poked his chest.
Whoa. Rock hard.
Power unintentional? Totally different from a woman's body. Too dazed during to notice, but his was better than imagined.
She placed her hand on his chest.
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Why don't you ask anything?"
Out of nowhere. But he got it, face calming to that mature karaoke look.
After a thoughtful pause,
"Didn't wanna make you uncomfortable."
"Me?"
"Yeah. You said pretending not to notice is easier."
"I... did?"
He remembered. She was perceptive but often played dumb—to hide, and as self-defense. Probing hurt too much.
Meeting his steady gaze, she asked,
"Why?"
"Mm. Different nuance, but sometimes ignoring what you know, acting like nothing happened—it's easier, right?"
She nodded faintly in agreement. Anyone could say it, but his felt lived-in, hard to dismiss.
He continued,
"That's why. Curious about your story, sure—but no need to spill just 'cause I comforted you a bit."
"Ah..."
His playfulness was consideration, despite taking all her pain.
He grinned, stroking her hair.
"If you wanna talk first, I won't stop ya. Can't solve it, but I can listen."
"...Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"You're suddenly so grown-up. Like at karaoke."
Just two years older, yet that comfort—new to her peers.
But he panicked oddly.
Face serious,
"...Ga-hee, do I seem like a boomer?"
"Huh?"
"This is bad... Back at school, they'll call me old fart? Nah, 23 in freshman year? Fossil already? Ugh."
Frowning like big trouble. She burst laughing—mature one sec, immature boy next.
Impossible to pin down.
Unaware she got the same treatment from him, she giggled on.