Choco Milk (3)
Yoo Ji-kyeong relied on the faint glow of her smartphone instead of turning on the light. She crept forward on tiptoe, careful not to make a sound. Then, out of nowhere, her phone buzzed.
Vrrr!
“Eek!”
She nearly dropped it in shock. Hurriedly, she switched it to silent and checked why it had vibrated.
It was a KakaoTalk from Baek Jeong-gi.
“That crazy pervert bastard!”
In Yoo Ji-kyeong's mind, Baek Jeong-gi had been demoted from tolerable to full-on “crazy pervert.” She'd never thought much of him beyond his looks anyway, but after meeting Seo Joo-hwan, he'd become nothing more than an annoying creep.
Before even reading it, she turned off her data. That way, the read receipt wouldn't show—he wouldn't know she'd seen it.
There was more than one. Over a dozen messages had piled up from earlier. Some even offered to come straight to her place if she sent her address. He was that desperate. There was even a photo attached with Choco Milk.
“Get lost, you pervert fuck!”
She scowled and closed the chat. Then it hit her—she wasn't exactly in a position to call anyone a pervert right now.
Her face turned serious for a moment before she nodded firmly.
I'm a pervert by nature!
She humbly accepted it. And she was a pro at rationalizing, too.
This isn't jumping him—it's repaying a favor. With my body. Oppa won't hate it.
She remembered how Seo Joo-hwan's eyes had roamed her body. Sure, she'd engineered the shower room view on purpose, but the later glances at her legs and chest? Purely his choice. Of course, she'd angled herself to tempt him. And crucially, she'd gotten a clear look at his center.
It definitely got bigger.
He'd been turned on by her body. That's why she'd been so sure something would happen. But this timid herbivore type never made the first move.
So she would.
Swish—
She carefully lifted the blanket covering him, easing it down slowly so as not to wake him. Something caught midway with a faint tug, but she managed to shift it without noise.
The next instant, she realized what it was.
“Gasp!”
There it stood, tall and proud. His underwear bulged way past the limit, tenting straight up. A man's cock.
Gulp.
Her saliva swallowed—tension? Excitement? Didn't matter.
“Haa...”
Her trembling hand reached for the upright shaft. The moment her fingertip brushed it—tap—a foreign sensation made her flinch, but she soon cupped it gently.
So hard. And warm.
Even through the fabric, she felt its shape and heat. Her first time touching one.
She wanted to explore more.
A button?
Trying to pull down the underwear, she spotted a button at the center—unfastened. Peering closer, there was a hole between the buttons. She nudged the fabric aside, and the hidden cock sprang free.
“Hmph!”
She swallowed a gasp. The same one she'd seen when he was naked.
He hasn't woken...?
No movement. No sign of stirring.
Relieved, she gripped it again. Bigger and thicker than expected, its texture pulsed through her palm.
Dick. This is a real dick...!
The real thing at last!
Just stroke up and down, right...?
She'd studied plenty of “teaching aids.” Time for hands-on practice.
Yoo Ji-kyeong stroked the dick up and down.
Sticky.
Pre-cum? It felt like her own juices from between her legs.
Does pre-cum come this fast?
Not from what she knew. It only flowed after real arousal, more with stronger stimulation.
Yet this dick was already slick enough to coat her hand.
One conclusion.
He was already excited...
Turned on before she even touched it. And thinking back, it had been hard from the start. He wanted her too.
Any lingering guilt vanished.
Swish—swish—schlick-schlick.
Handjob sounds just like “jerking it off.”
The wet friction made actual schlick-schlick noises.
A bit different from videos. Uncut?
Some guys were, some weren't—uncut was trending lately. She recalled “natural foreskin” for skins that didn't fully retract.
Her strokes grew bolder.
Schlick-schlick-schlick.
Twitch. Twitch.
The cock jerked with each pass, like a puppy begging for more pets. Fun.
Problem was, her own arousal was building too.
Me too... Oppa, lemme borrow your hand.
Worried about waking him? They were this far already—what was there to fear? If he hadn't woken from this, a finger should be fine.
His fingers are huge.
Were hand size and dick size linked? His fingers screamed “manly.” Three of hers might match two of his.
She guided one to her crotch.
Swish—
“Mm...”
Even over her panties, it felt better than her own touch. The new hand? The thrill? Probably both.
She released his hand briefly to slip off her soaked panties—drenched from her pussy juices.
She slid his finger into her exposed slit.
Squelch—
“Haak!”
Deeper than expected. Big wasn't just girth—length too, a full knuckle longer than hers.
Nearly moaned aloud.
Hng. So frustrating...!
The pleasure faded fast as she grew used to it; the awkward angle made it slow and unsatisfying. If only it moved like her fingers...
She gave up on the finger. Instead, she climbed onto the bed carefully, positioning herself between his legs.
Time to use the dick instead.
But first...
A few things she wanted to try. She moved up, confirmed he was asleep, and pressed her lips softly to his.
Mwah.
Soft. Smooth lips, no chapping—unmanly soft.
She slipped her tongue past.
Lick.
Mmm.
Brief tongue tangle, then pull back.
So that's what tongues feel like.
Couldn't explore fully—the gap was too narrow. But the contact? Satisfying enough.
Next, she gripped the base. And engulfed the head.
Slurp—
It clogged her throat. Coughing reflex kicked in; she spat it out.
Can't take it all.
Tried her best, but no dice.
She wiped drool from her lips.
Smack. Why's it sweet?
Choco Milk and no brushing? Question popped up, but irrelevant now.
Insertion time!
Yoo Ji-kyeong squatted over him, aligning the dick with her entrance. The head caught her parted folds.
“Haa. Haa...”
Tense, excited breaths leaked out despite her efforts.
Even she was nervous. Sitting down now meant losing her virginity.
Deep breath. Toes braced. Squatting sucked, but she steeled herself, counting mentally.
One, two, three!
G-going in... Ack?!
Slick—
Lost balance mid-descent—squelch—splat!
She slammed down fully. Her back arched.
“~~~~?!♡♥”
Hands clamped over her mouth, she screamed silently. The dick buried root-deep. Her insides filled to bursting—like skewered on a spit.
Pain and pleasure overwhelmed her. She froze like a statue, rigid. Couldn't move. Only her ragged breaths proved she was conscious.
Over a minute passed before she slowly lifted her hips. Her spasming pussy clung greedily—she felt it.
“Haa. Ung.”
She could move now. Virgin loss hurt like hell, but she welcomed the pain. The agony she'd craved.
Feels doable.
She was built for sex, apparently. Pain ebbed; pleasure rose.
Lift and drop—scraping walls sparked jolts.
That's when it started.
“Feeling better now?”
Seo Joo-hwan spoke.
“Hiiiieek?!”
Yoo Ji-kyeong shrieked.
*
“I'm Buddha, no worldly desires.”
With those words, Seo Joo-hwan closed his eyes, intending to sleep peacefully.
But one possibility flashed before sleep took him.
...Ji-kyeong's lust is B+ rank, right?
From experience, B+ lust could spark heat anytime. Meaning she might come to him.
Sure, high libido doesn't make everyone a rapist. But Yoo Ji-kyeong had somnophilia—arousal from sleeping partners.
And they were alone. Man and woman, lust and fetish aligned? Probability high.
If Ji-kyeong comes first...
He wouldn't refuse. No plans to initiate, but he wasn't that adult—rejecting an offer? Petty, even.
And sure enough.
Creeeak.
Door opened; footsteps approached.
What to do...
He decided to play dead. Thought about sitting up, but somnophilia peaked with sleeping, unaware partners.
He let her enjoy.
And she did: swish-swish handjob; squelch-squelch using his fingers on herself; mwah, slurp kisses; even sluuuurp—suck-suck! blowjob.
Then the boss texture gripped his tip. Familiar mound met glans.
Soon.
Squelch—splat!
Her insides enveloped him fully; her ass quivered against him.
Accident? Intentional? She trembled, unmoving.
Mistake, huh.
Seo Joo-hwan had opened his eyes ages ago. She was too lost to notice, but his dark-adjusted vision watched her: hands muffling screams, head thrown back. Wearing his white tee—bottomless.
Her hands dropped; drool trailed from parted lips.
Regaining herself, she started riding properly.
Squelch—squelch—
“Haa. Ung.”
Excited breaths escaped.
Seo Joo-hwan couldn't hold back anymore. Hell, his patience had bottomed out long ago.
His one true friend from before regression was grinding on him—his oblivious sunbae, thinking him asleep, stifling moans to not wake him.
Gonna cum soon...
Hard for ages. Handjob, brief fellatio, weird thrill—excitement maxed.
He slid a hand to her waist.
And opened his mouth.
“Feeling better now?”
Brief silence.
Then.
“Hiiiieek?!”
She jolted like electrocuted, screaming. He grabbed her waist, slamming her back down.
Squelch—!
The cock that had nearly slipped out plunged root-deep again.
Her head snapped back toward the ceiling.
“Hrooooh♡♥”