Chapter 22
This time, Yoo Seol-ah lay beneath me with her legs naturally spread in an M-shape, soft and yielding. My cock was still buried inside her as I gazed down from above. She kept turning her head away, dodging my eyes, which only sparked a rebellious urge in me to force our gazes to lock. Her face was flushed a deep crimson, screaming embarrassment. In reality, most people's first time probably ends up in missionary, but thanks to her earlier frenzy, we'd started with cowgirl. And yet, she seemed even more mortified now than before.
If I had to rank positions by sheer shame factor, cowgirl would top missionary—at least for us, since we'd both consumed plenty of that media and didn't find it weird. Honestly, isn't giving a handjob before your first time the real high-difficulty move? Not just foreplay, but stroking all the way to finish—most couples probably hold off on that way longer than full-on sex. Of course, considering Yoo Seol-ah's personality, I could guess why she was this embarrassed now. She was the one pinned below, and worst of all, our faces were right there, staring straight at each other.
Earlier, we could see each other's faces, but she couldn't keep her head still, always tilting it back. Now, flat on her back with a pillow under her head, no matter what we did, our eyes had no choice but to meet. She'd even tied me up earlier, and thinking back to how dominant she'd been then, she was all fire and competitive spirit. But now, flat on her back, unable to hide her pleasured expressions, she was crumbling. Seeing her like this made it hard to honor her plea for gentleness...
And contrary to her shy facade, her pussy had been clinging to me aggressively from the start. Without thinking, I pulled my cock out almost to the tip before slamming it deep inside again. That sensation of forcing through her tight entrance—it was downright addictive.
"Haaah!? ...Hah... Hey... what did I say earlier!..."
Finally, she'd locked eyes with me on her own. Oh yeah, this works. And not just any stare—she was glaring at me with a face twisted in ecstasy. One stone, three birds. Honestly, that expression was foul play. The glare alone stirred my sadism, and mixing it with raw pleasure? Impossible to hold back.
"Ah!..."
Realizing how slutty she looked, she lifted an arm to cover her face. Is she doing this on purpose? How does she keep picking the moves that torment me most? I snatched her wrist and pinned it above her head. Her wrist was so slender I didn't grip hard—didn't want to leave marks—but she had no chance of pulling free.
She lifted her head slightly, eyes flicking between her trapped wrist and my face, then narrowed her gaze.
"...Let go?"
"You started it."
"......"
Whoever coined "hypocrite" nailed it. She tugged lightly on her captured arm, confirmed it wouldn't budge, bit her lip, and tilted her head left, covering her face with her other arm. Her face was so small that a slight bend hid it completely. Oh, wanna play like that?
I grabbed her other wrist with my right hand, then clasped both together in my left above her head. Her breasts thrust up dramatically now. Proportionally huge, and perfectly shaped—Yoo Seol-ah's tits were unreal.
"Eek..."
Sensing my stare, her face burned brighter as she strained against my grip with all her might. Futile, of course. In her flustered state, she couldn't even cast a spell. But seeing her this shy now—how hyped was she earlier, dominating me? Felt that good to win?
Still, I'd scored a minor victory just now, so my competitive edge was sated. I had her wrists pinned only because she kept hiding her face—no plans for rough stuff. That one thrust earlier was just a lapse; she'd asked for gentle, so I'd oblige. Slowly, I brought my right hand to her breast.
"Eep!..."
My fingers were long, but they couldn't even contain one. And through her knit dress and bra, the softness was overwhelming. Before I knew it, my hand was hiking up the hem of her dress. Gently and softly... well, after I take this off.
Pulling it up to her collarbone revealed simple gray lingerie cradling her bare breasts. The centers swelled enticingly. Not a front-clasp bra, so I shoved it up in one go. She squeezed her eyes shut; I let out an involuntary groan.
Guys usually prefer tits or ass—I lean ass. But Yoo Seol-ah's bare breasts shook me. Perfect shape begging to be kneaded, nipples a pure peach hue that screamed existence. Blood rushed south instantly.
"Hah!?..."
Feeling my cock twitch inside her, she startled, eyes flying open despite the pleasure.
Guess I need to move my hips a bit periodically. Only way to keep her eyes on me. And truth be told, this was my first time touching bare breasts. Calming my arousal, I gently cupped one.
"Haaa... Hoo..."
Wow, I marveled inwardly. The texture was timeless—you could fondle for hours and never tire. Her ass had yielded like sinking fingers into dough; her breasts offered a perfect chewiness and softness together. Kneading firmer, fingers sank in, but they pushed back resiliently. No wonder guys say anger melts away with a tit grab.
"Heut... Haa..."
Just kneading the whole breast had her trembling faintly, but she seemed to handle it better than before. Overwhelmed earlier? Tears suggested yes. Build the pace gradually, then.
Avoiding her nipples, I massaged from the edges while starting slow hip movements.
"Haaang... Eeeut!..."
Excruciatingly slow pistons, savoring every texture inside her pussy. Even adapted, my cock was drooling precum in her velvet violence. Truth be told, I wanted to make her cum first before I did— so instead of straight thrusts, I hunted her weak spots. Virgin or not, erogenous zones were just bodily flaws, and exploiting flaws was my instinct.
Deep end was weakest, sure—but hitting it slowly was impossible, so hold off. Adjusting angles, probing every corner softly...
"Higut!... Ah... No..."
Suddenly, her moan turned syrupy sweet. Thrusting upward just past the entrance—bingo. She couldn't stifle it. Post-orgasm, lewd squelches echoed from our join.
"Heut!? Wait... what is this... haaang!..."
Not just pleasure—bewilderment on her face. Right, no insertion masturbation. Found her undiscovered spot; excitement surged. Even super slow, pressing just there repeatedly drew wild reactions. Felt good for me, but less than her full clench. Sadism crept up.
Breasts got light teasing; now, nipple plus hard press inside? I slid my right hand toward the center. Her body twitched preemptively—like right before last time.
"Haaang!... Eut!... Wait... seriously stop this time…!"
Strong vibe I'd get hell later if I didn't. Suppressing urge, I halted just before the nipple.
"Going slow like you asked. Why?"
"......Not that..."
She could've just said she was close and needed a break—I'd have listened. Pride over cumming first? Or embarrassed to admit it? Either way, time to make her honest. Silently, I flicked her pink nipple with my fingertip. Not a hard pinch—too easy, she'd go off. This should suffice; her sensitivity was off the charts.
"Hng!... Ahut!... O-okay!..."
Ready to resume if wrong, I paused. Face red, eyes darting, she resignedly spoke.
"G-gonna... cum... so kiss me while you do it..."
She loved kissing. And I could never refuse her. Lowering my head, our lips met—her tongue invaded greedily.
"Chup... Hoo... Mmph..."
But momentum faded; pleasure moans ruined the kiss. Hide her climax voice? It was cute anyway, lewd-tinged. Tempted to pull away, but tormenting her honesty pricked my conscience. Kept slow thrusts, rubbing her nipple hard. She crested fast.
"Chuuup♡!... Hngut♡!... Pfhaa!..."
Tongue entwined even in orgasm—mental high for me. No holding back; I thrust deep, cumming inside again. Not the gush, but volume insane.
"Hnguuut♡!... Inside... this is insane... haaang!..."
Gentle or not, she came quick—but now she could talk after. Calming down, exhausted, she closed her eyes. Stamina fine for me, but time to stop. Slowly withdrew; her tight entrance clung to the head, tugging it out. Arousal flickered—plenty of time ahead.
Shower before bed? Late, but messy down there. As I moved, she murmured, reading me.
"...Just sleep... shower tomorrow."
"...Yeah."
Blanket tangled on the floor somehow. Seeing her sleepy, drowsiness hit me too. I lay beside her. She rolled half toward me, then in a weird sultry tone:
"Ah... suddenly cold..."
"Pull your clothes down first. I'll get the blanket."
Breasts fully exposed. Sex made her cold? She squinted, pouting frustratedly.
"It's cooold..."
"......"
"Haa, seriously... cold, won't someone warm me up?"
Idiot if I missed that. I scooted closer, hugging her tight with one arm. Sweat and fluids everywhere—who cares. Despite her words, her body burned hot.
"Hoo..."
That was my last memory before sleep.