Preparation (4)
'That line just now... you meant "move on to the next," right? That's it, yeah?'
I held back from voicing that last shred of reason aloud. Just like me right now, Kaya was probably summoning every ounce of courage she'd ever had... No need to tap the stone bridge for safety and risk sinking it entirely.
- No, fuck, the mood's already set, the flow's locked in tight—what bullshit is this! Someone—or something—was sternly scolding me. Maybe that dark, twisted side of myself I'd never tapped into over twenty-odd years. A second ego, born from some dormant part of me, finally erupting right before the main event.
'I trust you.'
Truth be told, I wasn't in my right mind either. But separate from my sanity, my eyes stayed locked on hers...
She yanked the back of my head harder—smack—and dove in first with her clumsy but sticky deep kiss. Something inside me snapped.
Kaya, if you're initiating skinship, that means you're starting to see your body differently. Then let me change it completely for you.
The moment my original goal aligned perfectly with my body's desires. I propped up my upper body slightly and grabbed one of her breasts with my still-trembling hand.
"Hngh...!"
'F-fuck...?'
This indescribable sensation—softness, smoothness, elasticity in perfect golden ratio—what the hell was it? Why couldn't I feel this anywhere else in daily life? The instant I gripped it, I was hooked. Addicted in seconds. My other hand seized the remaining breast, kneading wildly.
Size? Shape? ...Who gives a shit. All I knew was this texture was fucking incredible, and the way her breasts deformed under my hands was obscenely hot.
"...Hngh."
"K-Kaya?"
"Ah, aa. It's nothing, sir."
But her belated expression and moan slammed the brakes on my runaway train. It was clearly different from before—pain, held back. Only then did I notice her nun's habit crumpled messily, her exposed skin marred with my handprints... I'd gripped way too hard.
"S-sorry! Sorry, really sorry!"
"N-no... Leader... please, keep proving it..."
Instead of gentle caresses, I'd mauled her in blind excitement—no wonder if she'd slapped me. Yet Kaya smiled faintly and guided my hand back to her breast.
"It hurt a little... but it wasn't bad. I was just startled. So, a bit gentler should be fine..."
"R-right. Thanks."
Thanks? What a load of crap. Better to shut up.
Damn, was Kaya a saint instead of a nun? Showing mercy even to a fuck-up like me.
Moved by her compassion, I decided to undress her first instead of groping her probably still-stinging breasts. It took the willpower of a five-year-old denying marshmallows for ten minutes.
- Breasts! Those insanely sexy tits—grab 'em now!!
- Undress first! If it feels this good over clothes, imagine skin-on-skin. Endure it.
I was a stubborn kid, exercising ironclad patience. Took about five seconds here, though.
The payoff dwarfed 1+1 free marshmallows.
Shlrk—srrk— Her true nun's habit fell open. First revealed: her sharp, perfectly squared shoulders...
"Whoa..."
"L-Leader?"
"Whoaaa..."
Her heavy, commanding breasts—bruised red in spots—made me viciously condemn the me from a minute ago who'd prioritized touch over sight. After that stinging self-reflection, Kaya's efforts to revive the mood went to waste. I was stuck in full appreciation mode. (Not sure if that's the right word.)
It was sacred. Covered, maybe not so much—but bare? Intimidatingly so. I muttered without thinking.
"This body... dirty? Vulgar?"
"...Leader?"
"This artistic? This pure? I could stare forever?"
"Hngh...!"
I'd sworn to shut up moments ago, but it was too perfect to ignore.
At my stream-of-consciousness praise, Kaya squirmed bashfully, but pinned under me, she couldn't escape.
Haah—haah—haah— As I stared through her breasts, her breaths quickened. Meeting my eyes, she flinched and covered them with her arms.
Why? Why cover up? I felt like a diner kicked out mid-meal. Couldn't stand it. They don't touch a dog while it's eating.
I seized her wrists.
"Eek."
Pulled her arms wide. Her breasts jiggled fiercely...
Squish—
"Kh...!"
"Ngh!"
Couldn't hold back. In every sense. Bare skin blew clothed sensation out of the water. Double? No, squared. The skyrocketing pleasure made me reckless. No one'd peg me for a lifelong virgin now.
Don't worry, Kaya. I'm new, but I've got textbooks galore. We'll manage.
I stripped off her true nun's habit completely. Her full nude was a spectacle.
"Hol...y..."
Taut 11-pack abs from TV/internet myths, slim waist, developed hips, elastic ass, long legs blending elegance and health. Innate beauty fused with trained physique—synergy overload.
"Too beautiful... for real."
"S-such words."
"Makes me wonder if a guy like me deserves to touch."
Overwhelmed by a beauty leagues above. Body froze, like losing a turn in 1-2. Those "ultimate" breasts? Just one of the Four Heavenly Kings. Her nude was violence incarnate.
"Don't say that, Leader... Right now, more than ever, as you prove me wrong—you're helping me find the real me. So. See me as I am. Touch me. Feel me with your whole body. Say nice things. All of it..."
She reached out, pulled my rigid self into a back-patting hug, whispering:
"Stems from you, Hendrick. This is fate too. I'm happier now than ever."
Happy. Her soft new vocabulary tickled my ears.
'Get lost.' Enough pathetic bullshit. I turned, planting a deep kiss on her lips. She'd adapted; her response was fierce.
Hoo—hoo— Kiss done, I slid down. Grabbed her knees, gently spread them.
Swallowed pooled saliva—don't know how many times—and brought fingers to her tightly shut pink secret garden.
Squelch—
A different softness from breasts, thrill of the forbidden zone. Her lewd flesh sounds responding, sticky fluids clinging, her biting her finger to stifle moans...
It elevated my ecstasy to new heights. Kaya, where's your limit?
Textbook foreplay? All shattered. I tossed my underwear, positioned between her thighs.
Ha. My dick throbbed grander than ever, drooling to plunge in. Good thing I didn't embarrass myself further.
Plush— Tip barely in.
"Haak...!"
Her breathless gasp—all senses zeroed on my tip.
'F-fucking insane.'
Just 3cm in. This insane pressure? Fluids seemed plenty. Soft, yet impenetrable. Even hurt a bit.
'If I'm feeling this, Kaya must hurt more. Gotta handle this pressure first.'
...But how? First time here.
Kaya already eyes shut, lips bitten, body rigid, sweating buckets despite minimal movement.
I had to lead. Me. I'd promised proof.
Brain blank, so instinct took over.
"Kaya."
"Haa, haa..."
She struggled eyes open, panting. She looked worse off. Stupid me thinking it was just her virginity.
"Kaya."
"Y-yes..."
"Kaya."
"...Yes, Leader."
No other words—just her name, infused with emotion, repeated. Like post-1-2 battle. On the third call, she focused, responding fully.
The mood? First time? Facing a life-risking comrade like this? Her gaze accepting me wholly—adorable. Even if fleeting.
"You didn't need me to prove shit."
"...Leader?"
Anxiety flickered. Hey, Kaya—listen to the end.
"Whoever made you think that, only you or someone who truly sees you defines you."
"Someone who truly sees me...?"
"Kaya." Stroked her hair left-handed.
"This mysteriously cool hair, those story-filled eyes, that rare smile breaking your stoic face."
Trembling eyelids, moist lips too.
"Perky ears pretending composure, elegantly sharp nose."
Pointed ears, sweat-beaded bridge too.
"Pale soft skin, flawless beautiful figure."
And breasts, abs, thighs, calves, ass.
Slowly, cherishingly stroked.
"All beautiful—but including that, Kaya Epentzel, you're tough, diligent, reliable, faithful, kind. Short time known, but I've watched you closest, densest—I'll vouch."
Her reddening eyes—I drove it home.
"No way someone like you was ever dirty or vulgar."
"..."
Her fluttering lids closed; tears spilled. Simultaneously—
Squelch—
Final barrier pierced.
"Hngguuk...!"
"Kgh!!"
Thrill of breaching short-lived; dick-severing pressure and her deflowering blood dizzied me. Saw the blood—virgin confirmed—but conquest pride secondary. Both first-timers. Her desperate squeeze against intruder—my thrust neither merciless nor skilled. Stuck midway in brutal grip.
Full-body tension, eyes shut, trembling—finally noticed.
"Kaya."
"Hngk..."
"Kaya! Eyes open! Look at me!"
Clap— Hands from waist to cheeks. She startled eyes open. Teary gray orbs gazed dreamily.
No experience, but her sight screamed: lead.
"Honest answer."
"Yes..."
"Hurts a lot?"
"..."
"Honest."
Reluctant nod.
"Then stop?"
"No! Ha, no! Absolutely not!"
Head shook fiercely. Iron will to continue.
"First time, clumsy—might hurt more. Sorry."
"No. I-I'm the one, hngk!"
"But I know sex isn't solo. Chemistry matters, mutual pleasure... uh, yeah. So."
Endured near-burst pressure, smiled.
"Together. Adjust bit by bit. Got it?"
"Y-yes...!"
"Loosen up first?"
She hadn't noticed her tension. More than me, probably.
Relax her—key.
"Kaya."
"Yes, Leader..."
Chuu—
"Beautiful."
"...Hng?"
Chuuup—
"Prettiest woman I've ever seen."
"Ngh."
Chuuuup—
"Meeting you, holding you—life's luckiest moment. Feel it."
Quuup—! Peck to deep kiss. Her tongue timidly protruded. She retracted with gasp; I pursued, devoured. Breaths quickened. Guided her hand to my chest. Racing heartbeat—she stroked solar plexus gently.
While she focused lips/chest, my free hand caressed breast, pink nipple peak.
"Mmgh?!"
Her moan muffled in my mouth. Pressure eased slightly, slickness grew. Turtle-slow, but thrusting inward steadily.
Kiss, kiss, kiss. Firsts lengthened. Innocence gone—devouring hunger now.
"Kaya, Kaya, Kaya."
"Leader, Leader, Leader."
Desperate calls despite proximity. Merging yet craving more. Proof, closeness, desire woven in.
Squish— Acceleration. No more rejection. Welcoming now.
"Kaya..."
"Leader..."
We sensed it.
"Going in."
"Yes..."
Legs crossed my waist, flushed face whispering:
"Come... to me."
Critical heart hit!
Pluung—
"Haaaaah—!!"
"Hurgh!"
Root-deep. Truly one. Indescribable fullness, ecstasy...
Taking Kaya's first—me, who'd never chance it as Yujin—with her perfect body. My first partner. Satisfaction-fueled pleasure surged with delayed conquest, dyeing me whole.
Lowered, embraced her blanket-like, waist instinctively pistoning.
'F-fuck, dangerous...!'
"Hngh...!"
Not just insertion bliss—withdrawal too! Slow pistons hyper-sensitized her vivid grip—near-instant climax.
'Even virgins last longer supposedly...!'
Universal male pride: don't end quick. Pure willpower halted pistons; buried deep, clenched glutes, endured.
"Leader..."
"Y-yeah?"
My shallow resolve.
"No need to hold back for me, ngh, it's fine..."
'No! Don't wanna cum yet!!'
"Don't hold... Hendrick... haaa—!"
"Kgh!"
Her whispers shattered me. First sex, first ejaculation: voicegasm via Kaya.
'That sexy voice calling my name like that—who could endure?!'
"Hurgh, hurgh, hurgh!"
"Ngh, hngh, ngh, Le-Leadeeer?!"
Embarrassment of quick finish, her direct-ear moans, loosening slicker pussy—perfect storm. Ignored post-cum sensitivity; turbo-thrust.
No more reservations post-first.
"Ngh, hngh, I-I'm, here, hngk, no need, to, r-rush...!"
"Hurgh, not that, kgh, just, feels, too good...!"
"Eugh!"
My load + her flood = frothy white at junction. Blood long diluted; pussy milked greedily.
'Fuck, this is madness!'
Understood sex-obsessed net maniacs now. Irreplaceable by games, novels, movies, food—pure pleasure.
"Leader... Leader...!"
Desperate calls—lips to hers. She hawk-snatched, devoured.
No position change; just pounded. Her pussy a swamp sucking me. Limbs chaining neck/waist, lips sealing mine.
Instinct: inescapable from Kaya.
'Good.' Never planned to. Hoped she wouldn't either.
Thrilled at thought—rough pistons accelerated. Her lips/chains/pussy clamped harder. Vicious cycle: pressure → pleasure → fiercer pressure.
Pounded senseless, she broke lip-lock, moans erupting.
"Ah, hng, hngh, hngk, hngh, hngh, haaah...!"
"Kaya, Kaya, Kaya...!"
Deeper, deeper. Already max—yet more. Ashamed of loud moans? Suppressed sexily—stirred desire for raw ones.
'Started for tension relief—now dual stim...!'
Secured space, assaulted ear/breast simultaneously.
"Aang! Ha, haaak! Le-Leader, th-this, haang!"
Success. Dick swelled. Climax near. Final sprint.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aaaah—!"
"Kuaaaah!!!"
Peak: skin-tight, second creampie... leagues beyond first-rush bliss. Post-nut relaxation heavenly new.
Insertion-held, bare chests heart-syncing, stroking heads—we savored afterglow. Kaya half-lidded, peck-kissed, asked:
"Proof... done?"
Regret in tone/gaze. Wanted "not yet." Her pussy/legs clenched tellingly. Virgin me read the signal clear.
"Nah. My proof game's amateur—might take ages... cool?"
Bingo.
"As long... as needed."
Her smile—another heart-stab.
"Redefining myself through you who sees the real me... takes time too... hngh?!"
So, repaid with dick till stamina drained. I lost exchange rate bad... zero regrets. Historic, unforgettable ecstasy for us both.
