Unforgettable First Experience

"Koooh...."

Where had the person gone who insisted they weren't drunk and could drink more? They collapsed on the floor without even making it to the bed. Seo Joo-hwan, who had been watching quietly, let out a deep sigh and started tidying up the messy room. After clearing away the booze and snacks to one side, he finally lifted Jeong So-ra onto the bed.

"Ugh. A bit heavy."

Her status window showed she weighed about 54kg. Considering her height of 165cm, it was an incredibly well-maintained body. In a word, a perfect hourglass figure—curves in all the right places. But that was that, and heavy was heavy.

"Heave-ho."

Seo Joo-hwan gently laid her on the bed and pulled the covers over her. He desperately wanted to pounce right then and there, but hey, if you did everything you wanted whenever, you wouldn't be human.

"...Guess I'll step out for a smoke."

To calm his restless mind, he decided to get some fresh air. He stepped out of the motel, found a dark corner, lit up, and summoned the quest window.

"No matter how I think about it, the difficulty's way too high."

It wasn't just because it was Jeong So-ra. The very idea of seducing a woman into sex felt insanely daunting to him. He'd lived 32 years as a virgin loser—did he really think some nice-smelling pheromone skill and a bit of luck would make sex happen on command?

Seo Joo-hwan shook his head and flicked the ash from his cigarette. It wasn't a mandatory quest anyway. Honestly, wasn't the real win just getting close to her? Befriending a hot noona for the first time in his life was already huge progress.

With that thought, he headed back to the room—and gasped.

His eyes locked on Jeong So-ra lying on the bed. She'd apparently tossed and turned in her sleep, kicking the covers to the floor. Her body was fully exposed now, but the real issue was how disheveled her clothes had become. Three buttons on her blouse had come undone, revealing her bra and cleavage. Her H-line skirt had ridden up, baring her firm thighs. And peeking from between her skirt? White panties that demanded his full attention.

Without thinking, Seo Joo-hwan approached her side. Up close, her skin looked even more supple. Lightly tanned from the sun, but not rough—healthy and smooth. His gaze traced her slender neck down to her perky breasts. No expert, but those had to be at least C-cups. Between the rumpled blouse, her bare midriff looked soft as glutinous rice cake.

Unconsciously, he reached out and placed his hand on her stomach.

"...Mm."

"Guh."

Jeong So-ra mumbled in her sleep and shifted. Seo Joo-hwan sucked in a sharp breath and snapped back to reality. Only then did he realize what he'd been doing. He let out an awkward chuckle.

Getting close is the real win? Huge progress?

What bullshit, you idiot.

He was just a coward jerking off to his own delusions. After 32 years as a solo virgin eunuch, he was more starved for sex than anyone. Those earlier thoughts? Just excuses because he didn't know how to fuck.

As he mocked his own patheticness, a cool sensation he'd never felt before tingled in his hand. Jeong So-ra had grabbed it.

"...Noona? You awake?"

"Mm...."

Another mumble—she wriggled her fingers and furrowed her brow. Seo Joo-hwan sighed in relief, but with a strange twinge of regret. Then a sudden thought hit him.

Is she really asleep?

Now that he considered it, she didn't look entirely natural. Her hair was still neat despite the disheveled clothes, and she was still holding his hand. It almost seemed like she was trying to seduce him.

With an inexplicable certainty, Seo Joo-hwan summoned her status window.

"As I thought!"

Her affection and arousal had gone up again. His hunch was confirmed. Then, her hand in his wriggled, scraping his palm. That tiny motion turned suspicion into certainty.

Seo Joo-hwan swallowed hard and gently pried her hand away. The stage was set this far—backing out with excuses now would make him a total loser. Not even worthy of calling himself a man.

What first?

The thought lasted a second before he shook his head. Who cared? There was no set order here. He went for her breasts first. Too timid to grab outright, he poked tentatively with his fingers.

Squish.

...So soft.

A texture no man's body could produce. Women's breasts were this soft—yet ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠springy too. When he pulled his fingers away, it bounced back perfectly.

Mesmerized, Seo Joo-hwan reached out and cupped her breast.

Squish.

Even over the blouse, the sensation gripped him. He started kneading gently. She still didn't stir. Emboldened, he undid all her blouse buttons. A white bra with a center ribbon appeared. He tried to unhook it for a full view.

"Ugh. Why won't this damn thing come off?"

Fumbling into the tight gap proved tricky. Was it frustration? Or coincidence?

"Mm...."

Jeong So-ra rolled onto her side, exposing her back. The hook unclasped easily, baring her breasts. Seo Joo-hwan's eyes widened as he admired them, then boldly groped.

Coincidence my ass. She'd been awake the whole time. Hell, maybe she never even fell asleep—it was all planned.

That realization excited him, making him bolder. Maybe the alcohol was kicking back in, head spinning. He climbed onto the bed, fondling her breasts and stomach at once.

She still pretended to sleep. He whispered in her ear.

"So-ra noona, you're awake, right?"

"......"

No answer. But her eyelids fluttered. Shallow, excited breaths escaped. He circled her breast, teasing the nipple—her breaths grew heated.

"Ah...!"

A moan leaked out. He kept going. Before, he'd have frozen in shock—but now he knew she was awake. Enjoying it.

Lick.

"Haa."

His tongue on her nipple drew another moan. Felt good, huh? Prior knowledge paid off. Virgin loser or not, he'd researched foreplay writing his old smut novels.

One hand circled her breast, tongue lapped her nipple, and his left hand slid downward. Past her taut waist, under the skirt. At her core—wetness.

She's soaked?

Just five minutes of play, and her panties were damp. So-ra the squirter. Water was life's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠essence—so she brimmed with vitality. Drinking her nectar meant longevity. The fountain of life.

He released her breast, stopped licking, withdrew his hand. Slid down between her legs.

No hesitation now. He hiked her skirt fully, spread her legs for access. But—stockings blocked the way.

Ah, the life-giving water beyond! His thirst peaked. No choice—he tore them.

Rip.

Tear.

Second barrier: soaked white panties. He shoved them aside. Finally—the fountain revealed. Neatly groomed like a master gardener's work.

"Pretty."

The words slipped out. Her body twitched. Glancing down—her toes curled in embarrassment.

A playful urge hit. "Noona, you trim this for me?"

Another flinch. Felt like a yes. Truth didn't matter—he'd take it as one. Felt better.

Lick.

He carefully licked the mound. Courtesy to knock before entering. No response. Time for the doorbell—tapped her clit with his tongue.

"Hng!"

Permission granted. He plunged his tongue deep.

Slurp.

"Haa!"

Sweet nectar. Salty-sweet, kinda. Thirst persisted.

Slurrrp. Smack. Suck.

"Hak. Aaang."

Squeeze.

"Mmph!?"

Her thighs clamped suddenly, sealing the entrance. Thirst unquenched, but the pressure forced him to retreat, teary-eyed.

He pulled his face free and looked up. Her flushed face—not drunk, aroused. Eyes open, she said,

"Put it in now."

That hit him. The 'fountain' wasn't for drinking with his mouth!

He nodded knowingly, stripped top and bottom in seconds. She shed her clothes fast too—soldier efficiency. Primal forms restored, she lay back.

He mounted, aligned his rock-hard cock at her entrance. Virgin or not, he'd scouted. Perfect aim. Thrust.

Squelch!

"Haa...!"

"Hurgh!"

Excited breaths mingled. The enveloping warmth from tip to base made him shudder. To die without this? Almost an unjust hell.

Lost in first-thrust bliss—

Ding!

The system went wild like never before.

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