Life's First Masturbation
After finishing her shower, Jeong Sua stepped out and collapsed onto the bed without even bothering to dry her hair. She lay there in a daze, staring blankly up at the ceiling, until the buzzing vibration of her phone pulled her attention. She reached out lazily with one hand and brought it closer.
“...!”
Jeong Sua shot upright the moment she saw the message from Kang Ijin. She glanced around the room. Ijin Oppa wasn’t there. They had parted ways in the car, and the second she got home she had jumped straight into the shower. And yet… she could still feel the ghost of his touch on her skin. Every place his hands had lingered burned hot.
“Ugh…!”
Just thinking about him made her heart pound and her cheeks flush. This was all his fault. Today Oppa had touched her breasts. What started as a mutual “you touch me, I touch you” game had ended with her barely getting to touch him at all. Of course she couldn’t blame him for that part—it was her own fault for freezing up even though she’d had the chance. Still! It was mostly his fault for using those skilled hands to make her feel so impossibly good.
At the time, Jeong Sua had been unbearably aroused. The reality of Ijin Oppa’s hands on her breasts. For the first time she truly understood what adult romance felt like. Strangely, even while he was touching her there, she hadn’t minded at all. In fact, it had felt wonderful. More than anything, the sight of Ijin Oppa’s cock that had filled her vision… her very first time seeing one in the flesh. It had been enormous… rock-hard… and burning hot.
Seeing it had made her smile with pure satisfaction. Clear proof that touching her breasts had excited him. And what she saw for the first time wasn’t disgusting or frightening. On the contrary, every time it twitched as if proudly showing how good it felt, she couldn’t help finding it cute—like she was peeking at Oppa’s most embarrassing inner thoughts.
And at the very end… spurt… spluuuurt.
In a single day she had done something that shameful in front of him twice. No matter how hard she tried to hold back, she simply couldn’t. Every single place he touched felt too good.
‘The fact that Oppa keeps escalating the skinship like this… he must want to go all the way with me, right?’
Even someone as inexperienced as her understood what he ultimately wanted. Ijin Oppa was slowly raising the intensity. She was certain he desired a sexual relationship, and if things kept progressing at this rate, it wouldn’t be long before they crossed that final line.
Thankfully, the idea of becoming intimate with Ijin Oppa didn’t disgust her. When she recalled his touch, even though he sometimes showed a slightly coercive, mischievous side, it had never made her uncomfortable.
‘And even if it does feel a little uncomfortable, he always feels sorry afterward and lets me pout and complain as much as I want.’
Besides, she trusted that if she ever said no, Oppa would stop immediately. She had that kind of faith in him.
Still, there was fear. They had only been dating a short while. Was it really okay to progress this far so quickly? She didn’t want to be seen as an easy girl.
“Ah, right…! The message!”
She realized she had been so lost in thought that she hadn’t replied even after reading it.
‘He even gave me cake. Just texting back normally would be rude, wouldn’t it?’
Having come up with a good idea, Jeong Sua fetched a plate and fork from the kitchen. She carefully transferred the cake onto the dish, took a photo, and opened the messaging app—only to hesitate.
“A photo like this… Oppa probably won’t like it much…”
It felt lacking. A picture with nothing but the cake looked too plain. She considered sending one of herself happily eating it, but the urge to send something Oppa would truly enjoy was stronger.
‘What kind of photo would make Oppa happy?’
He was always hard to read—sometimes cold, sometimes smiling with unexpected warmth; mature one moment, playful the next. While pondering this, her eyes fell on his profile picture in the app. Since he hadn’t set one, it showed the default blue background. She swiped sideways and discovered his older photos.
They were all pictures with beautiful women. Every single girl wore the same expression—smiling with genuine happiness or staring at him with lovestruck eyes.
‘He really is popular with girls…’
The longer she looked, the more jealousy surged inside her. It was only natural. She was his current girlfriend—why were other women still in his profile? Of course, unless someone tapped on it, only the blue background appeared. The fact that all his previous photos were with girls but his current one was the default made it seem like he had deliberately changed it after they started dating. That thought made her feel much better.
Her emotions swung wildly from bad to good. Feeling strangely giddy, Sua zoomed in on Oppa’s face alone and stared at it intently.
‘He’s so handsome…’
Even setting aside the fact that he was her boyfriend, Ijin Oppa was incredibly good-looking. Sharp jawline, perfectly straight nose, and those fox-like eyes that slanted when he smiled, capable of captivating any woman. Add in his tall frame and broad shoulders… The more she studied his face, the more the corners of her mouth curled up on their own.
She flipped through every photo, savoring the sight of him.
‘I’m actually dating someone like this…’
“Hehe. Pfft.”
She couldn’t contain the giggles. Like a little girl, she dove face-first into the bed, kicking her legs up and down and thumping the mattress. There had been so many women beside him in those photos, yet in the end Oppa had chosen her. She knew comparing herself to others and feeling superior was immature, but the rush of superiority felt too good to deny.
In the past she had never even dreamed of having this kind of relationship with him. They had been like water and oil. Without Suho, they probably never would have crossed paths. The fact that someone like that had become her boyfriend still felt surreal.
After looking through all of Kang Ijin’s old profile pictures, Jeong Sua tapped on her own. The first image that appeared was the one of her and Suho together on entrance ceremony day.
What if Oppa had been as pure-hearted as Suho?
“Pfft.”
She couldn’t even picture it. They might have become friends, but they never would have dated.
‘I can’t really criticize him when I’m the one dating Oppa while still having photos with Suho. That’s not very considerate, is it?’
Even though they were brothers and Suho had been her childhood friend, it still felt disrespectful to Oppa.
Delete profile picture?
She removed the photo with Suho. That wasn’t all—most of her previous profile pictures were also with him.
‘I really did take a lot of pictures with Suho.’
Since Oppa might look through them too, she deleted every last one of the old photos featuring Suho.
“Whew, all gone. I’ll tell Ijin Oppa to delete his later too.”
Since she had deleted hers, she felt entitled to ask the same of him. Honestly, even without that, she knew Ijin Oppa would happily delete every single one if she asked. After all, she was his girlfriend. The way he always said “Because you’re my girlfriend” made her heart flutter every time. It felt like he was acknowledging how special she was to him.
She spent a moment basking in that pleasant feeling, replaying his words, when—
‘Oh, that’s right…’
She suddenly remembered she had been trying to find a photo to send him.
Figuring out what Oppa would like turned out to be surprisingly easy. Anyone could guess: either women… or something lewd.
‘As much as I hate to admit it…’
Her boyfriend was exactly that kind of person. He was always making dirty jokes or giving her those suspiciously intense stares.
So the thing he would enjoy most if she sent it would obviously be…
‘A picture of me… probably…’
It was embarrassing to admit, but right now the woman Oppa liked most was her.
“There’s no girlfriend like me… Oppa really has to treat me well…”
With a voice full of aegyo, she grumbled cutely, then used the cake on her desk as a background and took a selfie. Just as she was about to send it, another thought struck her.
‘Oppa’s definitely watching porn at home right now…’
In the car she had lost control and wet herself from the pleasure. She still felt terribly sorry and ashamed about dirtying the car interior. Even though she had soaked his pants, he had simply hugged her, told her it was fine, and comforted her. Thanks to that gentleness, she had recovered emotionally, returned the drenched gym clothes with a short kiss, and they had parted.
The crucial point was that she had never taken care of Oppa’s original desire.
She had tried taking one photo, but it looked too ordinary. She had been so distracted she completely forgot. Since she hadn’t relieved him, the chances that he had started watching porn the moment he got home were very high.
‘I have to stop Oppa from watching porn.’
While wondering what she could do, one idea came to mind and Jeong Sua’s face flushed crimson. Even she thought the idea was unbearably embarrassing.
But.
“If it’s going to be anything… it’s better that he does it while looking at me rather than porn… That’s… at least a little better……”
Having firmly made up her mind, Jeong Sua slipped her hand inside her pajama top. Click. She unhooked her bra and removed it. Her pajamas were now braless. Worried it might look strange, she tested it in front of the full-length mirror. She pulled the loose collar down to her shoulders, pushed one breast out past the fabric, and leaned her body slightly forward.
“Gasp! I really must be crazy!”
Even though it was her own reflection, the incredibly lewd sight made her stumble back several steps and cover her eyes with both hands. Jeong Sua had zero tolerance for anything like this.
But…
“I’m his girlfriend… so sending a photo like this should be okay, right?”
Didn’t couples exchange naughty pictures? She decided to believe they did. Otherwise the self-loathing would be too much. More than anything, she wanted Oppa to like what he saw enough to make this embarrassment worth it.
After all, she had already shown him far more shameful things.
Click.
“Ugh… I don’t care anymore.”
She took the photo in the same pose and sent it, then immediately turned off all message notifications from Oppa. She didn’t have the courage to read his reaction to such an embarrassing picture.
Unable to endure the shame, Jeong Sua dove under the covers. Once hidden, she opened the internet and searched for “women’s first experience.”
‘Just in case…’
The results were filled with first-time stories. Many girls seemed to share her exact worries. She clicked on them one by one.
Some reactions were positive, others negative. The negative posts hit harder because she had no experience yet.
‘Will it hurt a lot? I really don’t want that…’
But fortunately, many posts emphasized that pain wasn’t the most important factor.
Since these were the answers she had been hoping for, it felt like there were plenty of them.
‘Ijin Oppa has a lot of experience… so he’ll definitely be gentle.’
That thought lifted a huge weight from her chest. Since it was her first time, if she asked him to be gentle, he would surely listen. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt at all and Oppa would be the one surprised to see her perfectly fine. The thought made her giggle.
Since she didn’t know when that day would come, it seemed smart to always wear pretty underwear. Instead of childish patterns, she should prepare some sexy lingerie that Oppa would like in advance…
‘What on earth am I thinking right now…?’
They hadn’t even decided to go that far, yet here she was getting ahead of herself like an idiot.
‘But preparing in advance isn’t a bad thing…’
While she rationalized her fantasies about everything she might do with Oppa, her hand moved on its own.
Squelch.
Her fingers were already rubbing her pussy over her panties.
“Haah… haah…”
Sweet, moist moans spilled from her lips.
“Ijin Oppa… hngh!”
She slipped her hand under her shirt and began recreating exactly what Oppa had done to her in the car. Her fingers teased her nipples, then when the ache grew too strong she squeezed her breasts hard. Each time, her hips trembled with pleasure.
But no matter what she did, something was missing. The big hands that had wrapped around her waist. The lips that had sucked on her breasts. The tongue that had pushed roughly into her mouth. The deep, satisfying voice that had whispered against her ear.
‘What Oppa did felt so much better.’
Without his skill, she had no choice but to move her hands more roughly, desperately chasing that same sensation.
“Ah…! Ahk! Haahng…!”
She grabbed her breasts, pressed firmly against her pussy, and twitched uncontrollably. Thick love juices flowed out as unbearable pleasure slammed into her mind.
Finally, she reached climax all on her own.
“Haah… haah… Oppa… Ijin Oppaaa♡”
Breathing hotly, she slowly rode out the peak of pleasure. Sweat beaded on her forehead and her hands glistened with wetness.
“Ijin Oppa… I love… you.”
Even while basking in the afterglow, she thought of Kang Ijin.
And so, her life’s first masturbation came to an end.