First Experience
"Be a good girl, and I'll loosen your leash a bit."
I tied the end of the leash to the bedpost and left the room. Even if she tried to escape, the burglar-proof bars outside the door would do their job. The windows were all fitted with security grilles and chained shut. If she got caught attempting an escape, she'd have to face punishment. I didn't bother telling her that. A-ram might guess something from the sounds once I closed the door, but whatever.
Now, time to head to Na-young's room?
There wasn't much meaning in choosing Na-young for my first time after the apocalypse. I'd just casually said I'd be back soon, so a man keeps his word.
"Na-youngie~~"
I opened the door calling her in a cheerful voice, and she started sniffling right away. Her limbs were still bound to the bed. She was sprawled out in a big X. Her slender waist and perky breasts flaunted a beautiful feminine allure.
"Sob sob... Can't you let me go?"
"Nope. No can do."
Letting her go now would be practically aiding and abetting murder. No way I could do that. Hearing my firm refusal, Na-young shed sad tears that plopped down one by one.
"Sob sob... Mom... Mommy..."
Why do women always call for their moms when they cry? A-ram did the same in the car.
Ah, might as well clear up that mystery while I'm at it.
"Hey, why do you call for your mom when you cry?"
"Sob... sob...! Mommyyy... Hic..."
I'd asked expecting an answer, but Na-young just seemed more terrified and called for her mom even louder. Eh, whatever. Not important. Time to get to the point.
First, the tits. True to her airheaded slut nature with that over-the-top service mentality, Na-young was wearing a tight black dress that clung to her body like something you'd see in a hostess bar. Just looking at her ass, she could've passed for a hooker I'd bought off the street rather than a college girl. A virgin showing up dressed like a whore to sell herself to me? Pretty damn hot.
I slipped my hand under her dress and started groping her breasts. The moment my hand brushed her skin, Na-young shuddered violently.
"Hic... Nooo..."
"You came here to sell your virginity to me anyway, right? What's the big deal? Oh, need that 500 million won? Should I wire it?"
"I don't need it!!!"
She glared at me venomously, but in her state... it only turned me on more. Pretty girls make even glares look picturesque. After seeing A-ram's raw H-cups up close, Na-young's C-cups looked a bit lacking to the eye, but the feel in my hand was solid. Perfect size to grab a handful and knead. Her skin had that nice sticky texture that clung to my palm. Like sticky rice cakes—the name fit perfectly.
Hands were fun enough; now for something else. One snip of the scissors tore the thin dress at the hem. I grabbed it with both hands and riiiip—yanked it open with force. The fabric burst apart in one go.
"Kyaaah!!!"
In an instant, her dress became a rug cushioning Na-young. Soon it'd be stained with virgin blood anyway. Not a bad idea to have something down.
I left the dress there and snipped her underwear. Snip snip. Two cuts, and her bra and panties were rags.
"Eek...!"
She screamed every time I brought the scissors near her body. Airhead slut, alright—way slower on the uptake than A-ram. At this point, shouldn't she realize I had no intention of killing her?
"I'm not gonna kill you, you dumb bitch. Keep screaming, though... and it might turn out just like you imagine."
"Gonna scream?"
"N-no..."
For underwear that supposedly cost a million won, it didn't look like any brand I'd seen. I'd stocked up tons of women's lingerie during my kidnapping prep. This was new.
"How much'd you pay for these?"
"...100,000 won."
"Should I look it up?"
Na-young's eyes darted around before she finally spilled the truth.
"I just wore some old stuff from home!!! It's cheap..."
Figures. Fine, I could let that slide. But there was something that'd bugged me since I first met her at the hotel.
"...You are a virgin, right?"
"……."
"Answer me, you dumb bitch!!!"
"Yes!! Yes!!! I am a virgin!!!"
Na-young trembled as she answered. For someone who was, the response came a bit slow. But I'd know soon enough. The pale skin under my gaze looked virgin-fresh. Her untouched pink hadn't darkened, and her flawless white complexion made you wonder if she ever saw sunlight. Those full C-cup tits sagged naturally to the sides—real deal. But the pinnacle was her face. Na-young's pitiful, teary expression was the perfect masterpiece. So delicate. No wonder she wanted to be a flight attendant. Though maybe her empty head made it possible.
I unfastened the chain on her ankle, extending its length. She could move more naturally now, but she didn't resist.
"That's right. Good girl, my Na-youngie?"
"Hic..."
If she knew what was going on outside, she'd thank me. I was saving her life, not killing her. Out there, it was zombies and hide-and-seek. Lying here taking dick to survive? Blessed in apocalypse terms. Think of any generic post-apoc story—this was VIP treatment. Just one guy, me, and averaging two rounds a day considering my stamina? Free room and board.
I slipped between Na-young's legs and dropped my pants. My cock sprang out, fully hard from groping her all over.
Ah, but she said she's a virgin. Gotta foreplay a bit.
My dick's on the bigger side. To be a gentleman, foreplay's a must.
I brought my face to her pussy and started licking her clit. That little red nub poking out—I flicked my tongue left and right over it. Each pass made her thighs clamp my face.
"Hauk...!"
She bit her lip like she didn't want to feel it, but her body betrayed her. Pleasure-laced moans slipped out now and then. Making a woman moan from my teasing felt rewarding. Her legs quivered at the slightest tongue work, her hips twitching. Like I had a controller for this bitch—got me hooked like a kid with a new toy.
Ten minutes like that. My tongue ached from the effort; she'd know how much I put in for her.
"Haaaah...!!!"
I flicked her clit upright with my tongue, and she let out a melty moan.
"Totally soaked now?"
"……."
Her thighs shivered every clit lick, but no answer out of shame? Kinda cute tantrum.
"Loved it, huh? Moaning like crazy but can't speak."
I sucked her clit with a smack, drawing another melty moan.
"Hauht...!"
"See? Touch the clit and you're gushing."
Time to pop her cherry. I spread her legs into an M, rubbed my cock on her pussy. The slick wetness welcomed me. A few grinds, then thrust.
Squelch.
It slid in smooth.
...Never deflowered a virgin before, but isn't there supposed to be a hymen? Should feel like breaking through something... but nothing.
Just like with my exes who'd been fucked by other guys. Sure, virginity doesn't define a woman's worth, but every guy wants to pop one at least once, right?
I pulled out—only her juices coated my cock. No blood, just drenched in her fluids.
Fucking airhead slut.
"Hey."
"I... I was exercising and..."
"Lie and you die."
"……."
Her eyes darted; our gazes met. Her pussy clenched.
Fuck, she's lying.
"...S-sorry... Please spare me... I was wrong...!!! Really... I wasn't even thinking of taking 500 million, just 5 million or whatever..."
"Fucking airhead slut's a whore on top?"
"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sor...!"
Na-young kept apologizing to survive but couldn't stop talking. Gasp... heave... Every desperate breath with her throat gripped made her pussy tighten.
Fuck, kinda hot?
Still, no cherry popped. I'd been hyped for my first in 30 years.
Fuck.
That Twitter asshole mocking guys who never popped a virgin would laugh.
Squelch squelch. Watery sounds filled each thrust.
Fuck, how slutty was she? Pussy gushing like she loves it.
Hated it. Fuck, feels so good but I hate it. Dumbass bitch slut.