23. First Experience
Episode 23. First Experience
The latest hit comedy movie played across the screen.
The memory of their last date—when she had booked tickets for a steamy romance film on a friend's suggestion—flashed vividly in her mind. Back then, the actual plot had been the last thing on their minds. Instead, they had spent the entire time making out in the dark corner of the theater. The sticky kisses that day had been sweeter than she'd imagined. But tonight, she wanted to complete the perfect date before reaching the finale.
The audience erupted in laughter at a comedic scene. Jin-hyuk chuckled softly beside her. Na-eun forced a smile while her hand kept creeping toward the bag on her lap.
Inside the inner pocket of her bag lay a small rectangular box.
A secret gift from Eun-joo. The tiny object hidden beneath the bag's fabric had distracted her throughout the entire movie. Every time she imagined how she might use it, a slow heat pooled in her lower belly.
The morning she had wasted in front of the mirror replayed in her mind.
She had lingered at her vanity, toeing the delicate line between understated and alluring. Most importantly, the lingerie she wore underneath was a brand-new set, carefully chosen after much deliberation. The smooth lace rubbed against her delicate skin, its unfamiliar friction a constant reminder beneath her clothes. Every time she became aware of that secret friction, her ears burned red.
The blue light from the screen swept over Jin-hyuk's sharp nose.
Na-eun stole glances at his profile, studying him obsessively.
Tonight, I'm definitely going to...
Her thoughts trailed off there, her heart pounding violently. Sweat slicked her clasped hands. The dialogue blaring from the speakers had long since dissolved into meaningless noise.
The hotel restaurant Eun-joo had reserved for them.
An extravagant course meal was laid out on the table, but the taste of the meat barely registered on her tongue. Her grip on the fork was stiff and unyielding. Jin-hyuk kept the conversation flowing, while Na-eun nodded belatedly at every pause. Her nerves were entirely focused on what would come after dinner.
The long, intense day was finally nearing its destination.
"Should we get going?"
Jin-hyuk set down his napkin and straightened. Na-eun's heart hammered as if it might burst.
Her lips parted, then she sucked in a sharp breath. Swallowing hard past her dry throat, she barely managed to force out her words.
"...The room."
Jin-hyuk paused mid-motion and looked at her.
"I booked one. For us."
He hesitated, staring down at her before asking again.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
Na-eun clenched her fists and nodded.
"I got permission from Mom to stay out."
The elevator ride to their room was stiflingly silent. Her nerves were entirely fixated on Jin-hyuk standing beside her. His breathing, steady and unhurried, contrasted sharply with her own erratic heartbeat.
The doors slid open at a middle floor, and a group of guests crowded in. The confined space pressed Jin-hyuk's solid frame flush against her side. When their shoulders and arms brushed, his heavy body heat seeped through the thin fabric of her clothes.
His deep, masculine scent flooded her senses.
Unconsciously, Na-eun tensed. Her shoulders stiffened, and her fingers gripping the bag strap turned white at the knuckles.
The moment the hotel room door closed, she blurted out,
"I'll... go shower first."
Before Jin-hyuk could respond, she bolted into the bathroom like a fugitive. Only after locking the door behind her did she finally release the breath she'd been holding.
Her reflection in the mirror showed cheeks flushed bright red.
Stay calm.
She repeated the mantra in her head as she grabbed her toothbrush. She scrubbed every inch of her teeth with excessive force—a ritualistic preparation for the private time ahead.
Hot water sluiced over every inch of her body. After drying off, she slipped into the new lingerie she had set aside.
She couldn't abandon the weapon she had so meticulously chosen just for Jin-hyuk.
Wrapped in a thick bathrobe, she stepped out to find Jin-hyuk perched on the edge of the bed, staring at his phone. He looked up at the sound of the bathroom door opening.
"I'm done."
Na-eun fixed her gaze on the floor.
"I'll shower too."
"...Okay."
Jin-hyuk stood and headed for the bathroom.
Na-eun immediately crawled onto the bed. She pulled the thick comforter over herself, curling up until even the crown of her head was buried. The sound of running water seeped through the door.
Ssshhh—
Every faint trickle of the shower sent her pulse skyrocketing. Soon, the water would stop, and Jin-hyuk would step out naked. Her toes curled under the blanket as her imagination ran wild.
The water cut off.
Heavy footsteps thudded against the floor.
The comforter was slowly peeled back. Jin-hyuk loomed over her, his gaze unwavering.
"Should I turn off the lights?"
"Huh...? Oh—yeah."
"It's a bit bright."
Jin-hyuk switched off the main light, leaving only the bedside lamp.
The dim glow cast deep shadows across his features. Na-eun's heartbeat quickened. Jin-hyuk wore only a towel around his waist. His broad shoulders and firm chest were seared into her vision. She looked up at him.
His lips met hers.
A slick tongue pushed past her lips, exploring every crevice of her mouth with wet, deliberate strokes. Her mind flashed white.
Slurp, schlick.
Hot saliva slid down her throat. Na-eun wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him.
"I'll take this off."
His low voice rumbled against her ear.
"...Okay."
She nodded. The robe's tie came undone. The fabric parted, revealing the scandalous lingerie beneath—far bolder than anything she usually wore. Shame made her turn her head away.
"It suits you."
At Jin-hyuk's praise, her lips trembled into a smile. His palm cupped her breast.
"Nnh...!"
Heat flooded her body. Her fingers twisted into the bedsheets.
"Relax."
"...Okay."
His fingers rubbed over the thin fabric of her bra. The pressure of his touch pressed directly against her nipple through the smooth silk. A hot wave surged from deep within her chest. A ragged breath escaped her.
"O... Oppa."
Jin-hyuk's lips swallowed her moan as his hand pushed the bra up, exposing her.
"Ah... Nngh...!"
Her pink nipples stiffened instantly in the cool air. His thumb rolled and pinched the swollen bud hard.
"Hh—Nngh...!"
Her spine arched sharply, her body trembling. Jin-hyuk pulled back, and she looked up at him with dazed eyes. His hands moved behind her, unhooking her bra with a click. Then his hot mouth closed over one breast.
"Nn... O-Oppa... I..."
His rough tongue licked upward from the underside of her breast. Electricity shot down her spine. When his teeth scraped over her nipple, the sharp sensation stabbed straight into her brain. Violent pleasure shredded her nerves. As he sucked relentlessly, her fingers clawed into the sheets.
Her womb clenched tight. A boiling heat centered in her lower belly, something thick and heavy pooling between her thighs. The stimulation from her breasts spread through her veins, seeping into every inch of her body.
"O... Oppa, ah... Hah..."
The moans tearing from her throat were humiliating, but she couldn't stop them. Every time he sucked or bit her nipple, her body convulsed, her mind filled with nothing but scorching pleasure.
"Ah, ngh...!"
His fingers twisted her other nipple hard. Na-eun's hips jerked off the bed.
"Ah... Ah! I—I feel weird... Oppa..."
Her breath hitched. Her nipples were painfully stiff, jutting out taut and sensitive.
Jin-hyuk brushed the sweat-damp hair sticking to her forehead. His lips pressed there next, and her racing heart calmed slightly, the fear ebbing away.
His hand slid downward, gripping the waistband of her panties. Instinctively, she lifted her hips. The thin fabric glided smoothly down her thighs and off her legs. As it slipped away, a string of clear arousal fluid stretched between her thighs. The sight made her breathing shallow.
"D... Don't look."
"It's beautiful. Why not?"
"Still..."
Her exposed pussy, completely surrendered to his touch, glistened with slick wetness. Shame rocked her chest. This was her first time being laid bare like this for a man. That clumsy groping from before was nothing compared to this raw, unfiltered exposure.
"Oppa..."
She called for him in a trembling voice. Jin-hyuk's large palm slid down her smooth stomach, landing unerringly on her soaked folds.
"Hah—Nngh...!"
His thick finger pushed inside.
Her inner walls were far hotter than before. Their previous encounters had only been surface-level teasing. This was different. His knuckles sank deep, roughly scraping against her slick walls.
Na-eun's hips jerked off the bed. A gush of arousal spilled from her entrance.
Her hands clawed at the sheets. Gasping moans spilled from her lips without pause.
Humiliation at being so exposed was quickly devoured by pleasure. She was ready to give him anything he wanted.
The man who would take her first time—and the only one who would ever have her. Even as pleasure melted her mind, her thoughts were only of Jin-hyuk.
Squelch, squish.
His fingers moved faster, pistoning inside her. His thick index finger rubbed her inner walls while his thumb pressed down hard on her swollen clit.
"Hah—Nngh!"
Her body thrashed uncontrollably. Jin-hyuk pinned her writhing hips down with his weight.
"If I don't let you finish now, it'll be harder later."
"Nn... Nn... Okay."
His low voice made her tremors subside slightly.
Her pussy was being perfectly trained by his fingers.
Each time he pulled out, her flushed inner flesh clung stickily to him, as if recognizing its owner. The elastic, plush walls gripped him tightly. Endless streams of arousal soaked his hand.
Na-eun, pupils blown wide, cried out mindlessly. Watching her writhe in pleasure, Jin-hyuk was consumed by a vicious sense of conquest.
The techniques he had learned from Eun-joo were now being used in full on her daughter. The art of mastering a woman's body—bending her to his will, molding her to his tastes. He engraved every explicit skill into Na-eun's flesh.
'If I press here—'
He curled his fingers, scraping hard against a specific spot inside her. Na-eun screamed, tipping over the edge again. Her womb convulsed, gushing clear fluid like a waterfall.
"Nngh... Ngh!"
The wet, squelching friction. Her tight walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers. Heat pooled in Jin-hyuk's lower half, his cock throbbing painfully hard.
Like mother, like daughter. She was every bit the skilled lover Eun-joo was. The two women's moans tangled in his mind—it was hard to say which was better.
'I wonder how Na-eun tastes inside.'
The urge to sink into her, to savor her thoroughly, surged violently. Once awakened, the primal instinct of a male refused to fade.