First Netorase (2)
The bulging head of his shaft pushed against Seeun's tightly closed slit, rolling the flesh slightly inward.
Then, as if accepting the intrusion, her small, plump, pink inner lips popped back out.
It was sliding inside. Inside my girl. Not my own, but Wonchul's massive cock.
"Ah..."
With a deep, heavy thrust, Wonchul pushed his thick shaft even further inside. Seeun quickly covered her mouth.
Into the wet heat that only I had ever touched, another man's cock was sinking deeper and deeper.
My hands trembled violently.
Pain, guilt, and a crushing sense of apology to Seeun—but that wasn't all I felt.
It was an intense, unprecedented arousal.
Watching Seeun take in another man, I barely resisted the urge to rip my pants off and stroke my cock right then and there, just like Yeongwoo had done.
"She's incredibly tight."
"Huh?"
Wonchul didn't bother to answer.
Instead, he adjusted his grip on his shaft, planted his hands on either side of Seeun's waist, and—
"—Ngh!"
He drove his muscular hips forward, burying his cock all the way to the hilt without stopping. Seeun's hips arched off the bed, a silent testament to how completely filled she was.
It's so different from when I'm inside her...
When I buried myself inside her, our pubic hair would press flat against each other.
Yet the base of Wonchul's thick shaft was still clearly visible outside her.
"I'm going to start moving now. Is that alright?"
His voice was incredibly gentle, almost polite, making it hard to believe he was currently impaling her.
Instead of answering, Seeun barely managed a nod.
He slowly drew back, pulling out so far it felt like it took forever, before plunging back into her wet heat.
Squelch, squelch... With every thrust, more slick juices coated the surface of the condom.
I hated myself for it, but there was no denying it anymore.
I had wondered if I might actually hate this once it started, but I was wrong.
Seeing Seeun physically joined to Wonchul was sending a massive rush of dopamine straight to my brain.
His movements weren't frantic or rough, but they lacked the hesitant caution that always held me back.
Wonchul was clearly experienced; he moved his hips with a smooth, natural rhythm, as if playing her body like a finely tuned instrument.
But Seeun, on the other hand...
She wasn't reacting. As if determined to endure this without making a single sound, she kept her lips tightly sealed and simply clutched the bedsheets.
I recalled reading somewhere that a woman instantly losing her mind over a man's superior size and technique only happened in fiction.
...Is she really hating this? She only agreed to do this for my sake, after all...
While I felt a slight pang of disappointment that she wasn't reacting to the play with the Chodaenam,
Deep down, I also felt a wave of relief.
I knew I was the deviant one here. Under normal circumstances, it was only natural to reject something like this.
The fact that she was willing to endure this setup just for me made her love feel incredibly real, transmitted directly through the hand I was holding.
As Wonchul continued to thrust into the unresponsive Seeun,
He lowered one arm, letting his long fingers brush against her waist.
Seeun flinched slightly and held her breath, but she didn't do anything else.
She remained still even as his hand gently stroked her side.
To me, her lack of response felt like further proof of her devotion to me.
His fingers slid from her waist to her lower abdomen, lightly brushing past her belly button.
Seeun let out a quiet breath, as if she was slowly adjusting to his touch.
But then,
"Ah?"
Wonchul's hand slid up to Seeun's voluptuous breast.
He traced a wide circle over her soft, pudding-like breast before squeezing it gently but firmly.
Rather than feeling pleasure, Seeun seemed embarrassed by the touch and turned her head away.
I had told him that touching was okay, but...
Actually seeing another man's hand kneading her breast stirred a strange, complicated emotion inside me.
"You're really blessed. This is way beyond the typical Asian build."
"...Um..."
She seemed unsure whether to take it as a compliment or harassment.
She gave a hesitant, ambiguous response, looking just as conflicted as I felt.
"Your areolas are beautiful, too."
"...Ah!"
Flick. Wonchul's finger lightly brushed against her nipple. Startled by the soft gasp that escaped her lips, Seeun quickly clamped her hand over her mouth again.
"Ah, I see."
Wonchul nodded to himself as if he had figured something out. He resumed his steady rhythm while continuing to tease her breast.
His fingers relentlessly toyed with her nipple.
He kneaded the soft flesh, his fingertips repeatedly flicking and pinching the sensitive tip.
Under his touch, her nipple began to swell and harden, and he pulled at it, teasing it mercilessly.
Ah...?
Seeun, who had been holding out like a statue,
began to squirm and squirm, her body starting to twist slightly.
Wonchul didn't do anything particularly different.
His thrusts were only slightly faster than before, and his hand simply kept up its relentless teasing of her nipple.
Yet that alone was enough to make Seeun's tightly sealed lips part.
She began to let out shallow, heated breaths.
*Slap, wet slap...*
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh began to echo from between Wonchul's firm thighs and Seeun's thighs.
It didn't take me long to realize that the wetness of the sound wasn't just due to his increased speed.
It was her arousal fluid. Her pussy juice.
The slick moisture that had only been trickling out was now smeared all over her thighs.
She was producing so much wetness that it was visibly coating Wonchul's thighs with every thrust.
"You're incredibly wet."
"Ah, ah... wait... N-ngh?!"
Seeun suddenly let out a loud moan. Her voice carried a mixture of panic and intense sensation.
What was happening? What did he do?
Wonchul, while still pinching her nipple, had placed his other hand on her lower abdomen.
He was pressing down firmly with his fingers, sinking them slightly into her lower belly.
Just from that? Seeun was reacting like this to that?
"W-wait... Ah, ahhh—!"
It was a voice I had never heard from her before.
Even during our most passionate moments, I had never heard her cry out so loudly.
*Slap! Slap, slap!*
The wet slaps of their bodies colliding grew rougher and louder. Wonchul's cock seemed to be plunging even deeper.
I stood frozen, completely overwhelmed. Even as Seeun thrashed her head from side to side and writhed beneath him, I couldn't move a muscle.
It was the exact same missionary position I always used.
Yet in their very first session, Wonchul had already reached a depth in Seeun that I had never been able to touch.
He pinched her nipple hard, pulling it so much that her breast stretched under the tension.
Yet the cries escaping Seeun's lips held very little pain.
"—Ah! Yes! Ahhh!"
Her eyes were wide with shock, and she was making sounds that belonged in a hentai manga.
That expression—one I had never seen before—was directed entirely at Wonchul, not me.
*Slap, slap! Slap, slap, slap!*
The vulgar, squelching sounds filled the room.
Seeun's soft flesh, bouncing wildly against Wonchul's hard frame, was already flushed red from the friction of his thrusts.
"Ah! W-wait... My body... Ah! Something is wrong with my—"
"No, it's not. You're about to come. It's an orgasm."
What?
If this was what she looked like when she climaxed, then what had I been seeing all this time...?
Her clitoris, usually hidden beneath a thin fold of pink skin, was now engorged, red, and fully exposed.
The hand that had been pressing her abdomen slid lower. Brushing past her soaked pubic hair, his finger lightly flicked her swollen, erect clit.
"Ah! Oh god, ahhh!"
The hand I had been holding slipped from my grasp in an instant.
Letting out a filthy, desperate shriek that was a far cry from her usual innocent self, Seeun's upper body convulsed violently.
She tried to squeeze her thighs together with all her might, but her legs were pinned wide by Wonchul's hips, his thick cock still buried deep inside her.
"Ah! Ah!"
Seeun stared blankly at the ceiling, panting in ragged, shallow gasps.
I felt like a complete piece of shit, but looking at her like this made me want to fuck her so badly.
I felt like I could satisfy her completely on my own right now, without needing any fantasies or games.
But Wonchul didn't pull out.
Huh?
Wonchul's hand moved.
He looked down at Seeun, who lay limp and exhausted beneath him, her tight walls still gripping his shaft.
Then, his hand gripped her hips.
"Wait, hyung!"
"Yeah?"
"S-Seeun... she just came."
"I know."
Wonchul replied nonchalantly.
We had clearly agreed to do this just once.
"So... that means it's over, right?"
"But I haven't come yet."
"What?"
It felt strange to admit it, but Seeun's pussy felt incredible.
Maybe it was just because I loved her, but the sheer pleasure she provided made her a far better myeong-gi than Eunchae.
She was tighter, warmer, and wetter.
He had been pounding that tight heat for over twenty minutes without any real foreplay.
And he still hadn't come?
"Come on, it'd be a waste to stop now, wouldn't it?"
With that, Wonchul began to move again.
"—Ah?!"
*Slap, slap.*
He resumed pounding his rock-hard shaft into Seeun's twitching pussy.
"Ah, ah! Ahhh!"
Seeun moaned again under the force of his thrusts.
Wearing an expression she had never once shown me, she locked eyes with me.
"Ah... H-Honey...!"
She reached her hand out toward me.
I let go of the bedpost I had been gripping and took her hand in both of mine.
"Ah, ah... N-ngh..."
*Slap! Slap! Slap, slap, slap!*
"Ah—!"
Wonchul's thrusts grew even faster. There was a slightly aggressive edge to his movements now.
But I couldn't focus on that. I couldn't take my eyes off Seeun.
Even as she was pounded so hard her breasts bounced violently, even as she gasped and moaned, she held my hand tightly, her tear-filled eyes locked onto mine.
The room was filled with nothing but her moans and the wet, squelching sounds of sex. It felt like we were in another world.
I couldn't tell if this was heaven or hell.
I had vaguely assumed it would feel the same as watching Yeongwoo and Eunchae.
But the fact that the woman on the bed was Seeun made the emotions crashing over me incomparable to anything I had felt before.
After what felt like an eternity, Wonchul finally let out a low groan.
"Mmm...!"
"Ah, ah...!"
Wonchul gripped Seeun's waist tightly, burying his cock so deep inside her that it felt like he was trying to pierce right through her.
Wonchul's body shuddered. As he pulled back, his cock slipped out of her wet heat with a wet *pop*.
The tip of the condom was swollen, filled to the brim with thick, white semen.