Yin-Yang Harmony (2)
I ignored her and squeezed Han Yeoreum’s breasts even harder. They were so large one hand couldn’t fully contain them. The soft texture and the sweet, feminine scent of her skin sent my mind drifting into a haze.
Han Yeoreum slowly wrapped both arms around my head. My cheek sank into her chest—marshmallow-soft, warmer than anything I’d ever felt. The heavy thud of her heartbeat hammered against my ear.
“If you grab too hard… it hurts. Just… a little gentler…”
While one hand continued kneading her breast, the other traced the curve of her body, sliding downward. Her thighs were just as plush. My fingers slipped between them.
“W-wait…!”
Embarrassed, Han Yeoreum clamped her legs shut.
“No hair, huh.”
“…I’ve never had any.”
I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. Her blue pupils darted around, lost and fluttering.
“Eep…!”
I pressed a finger against her pussy without warning. A hot breath ghosted across my face.
“Don’t…”
“After coming this far?”
“I don’t know.”
I kissed her shy, mumbling lips. Han Yeoreum didn’t resist. Her eyes fluttered closed as my finger slowly parted her soft folds. Sticky arousal coated my skin. Her clit was already swollen and slick.
A sweet moan leaked out between our kisses. Carefully, I slid one finger inside. Even that single digit met firm resistance. I moved just the tip, feeling the warm, wrinkled walls clench and twitch around me.
When I pulled it out, Han Yeoreum grabbed my arm in a panic.
“It hurts…!”
“I’ll go slow.”
“Not inside yet… just the outside.”
She took my hand and guided it to her clit. She made me stroke the small nub, then rub lower, using my fingers like a toy to pleasure herself.
“Mmm… that feels good.”
“Is this how you masturbate normally?”
“…I don’t do that.”
Han Yeoreum shot me a coy glare. God, she was cute. So cute it drove me insane.
“Kyaa…!”
I flipped her onto her back. The breasts that had only been half-visible before were now completely exposed. Even lying down they stood firm and perky, pink nipples beautifully erect. If a god had ever sculpted perfection, this was it.
Heat flooded my body. I shoved the blanket off the bed entirely.
“This is embarrassing… Can’t we do it under the covers?”
“No.”
She tried to cover herself with both arms, protesting weakly, but my brain had already been devoured by pure instinct. There was no way I was going to miss seeing a body this beautiful.
“Spread your legs.”
She was still pressing her thighs together. Looking mortified, she parted them slightly.
…It wasn’t nearly enough.
I climbed over her and roughly spread her legs wide.
“….”
Eyes squeezed shut, Han Yeoreum reached down with one hand to hide her pussy.
“Move your hand, Han Yeoreum.”
“….”
She shook her head. Despite the defiant gesture, there was no real strength in her fingers. When I pulled her hand away, I saw her pure, tightly closed petals—pink and glistening.
My gaze locked onto her pussy, a shade pinker than the rest of her skin.
“…Is it weird?”
When I snapped out of it, Han Yeoreum was staring at me.
“No. It’s beautiful.”
Of all the women I’d seen in videos, she was easily the most stunning. I could say that with absolute confidence.
“That… is it really going to fit?”
Her eyes were fixed on my throbbing cock. She stretched out a finger to measure its length, then pressed it against her own stomach. Her blue eyes widened more and more.
“Didn’t you say you’ve had sex?”
“…I lied. I haven’t.”
She averted her gaze and finally admitted she was a virgin.
“I knew. You? Having sex?”
“I could have if I wanted to.”
“Sure you could.”
With her looks, it would’ve been easy.
“Huh?”
My casual agreement made her tilt her head. I spread her closed labia with one hand. A tiny opening appeared between the pink inner flesh. Even though she had asked, I still couldn’t believe my cock would fit inside something so small.
Holding back the urge to slam in, I gripped myself and carefully positioned the tip. The wet membrane kissed the head. I had no experience, but I knew what to do. I rubbed my cock along her slick pussy, coating it in her sticky juices.
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
“No. This much is… ngh.”
The moment my glans brushed her clit, a moan slipped from her lips.
“We don’t have a condom. What do we do?”
Just as the need to be inside her took over my brain, a serious problem occurred to me.
“…Just put it in.”
Han Yeoreum whispered.
“You sure?”
“Yeah… put it in.”
I tried to thrust forward, but she pulled her hips back.
“Not there.”
“…Sorry.”
The angle felt awkward. Guess my total lack of real experience showed.
“Mmm, no. Hold on.”
She grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and slid it under her lower back.
“This is better.”
“Yeah?”
I repositioned and brought my cock to her again.
“A little lower. More than before.”
Her cool hand wrapped around my shaft. She adjusted the angle and pressed the tip exactly where it needed to be.
“Here.”
Following her guidance, I slowly pushed the head inside.
“Ah…!”
Even just the tip felt incredibly tight.
“You okay?”
Instead of answering, she bit her lip and clutched the sheets. I pushed a little deeper. Forcing my way into a hole that could barely take a finger.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
I felt something tear. It was like ripping thick fabric.
“Hngh…!”
Little by little, my cock sank into her. The raw feeling of piercing flesh. Her inner walls clung to me, squeezing tight. The warmth, the softness, every bump and ridge dragged across the head.
I moved my hips gently, trying not to hurt her.
“…Kiss me.”
Her lips moved. Still buried inside her, I leaned down. Han Yeoreum wrapped her legs around my waist and locked both hands behind my head. Her eyes glistened with pain, her hair was a mess, and her sweet scent mixed with her ragged breaths. The elegant line of her collarbone flowing into those perfect breasts. The scorching heat and pressure from below. It was enough to drive anyone crazy.
I covered her body with mine and kissed her fiercely. Our tongues tangled, slick strands of saliva stretching and breaking between us.
“Hah…”
Every thrust made her flinch. The pain of her first time still seemed too much.
I slid one hand under her head and laced our fingers together with the other. I broke the kiss and gently bit her earlobe.
“Hngh…!”
She squeezed my hand hard and let out a loud moan, then moved the hand from my head to pat the back of my neck, as if begging me to stop.
Squelch. Squelch.
Eyes half-lidded, I moved faster. It wasn’t even proper thrusting yet, but the insane suction already had me racing toward the edge.
Slap.
The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room.
“Haa… haa…”
Han Yeoreum’s heated breaths mixed pain and pleasure. Every lewd sound imaginable echoed around us.
“A little… faster should be okay now.”
She whispered. I didn’t hesitate. I drove deeper, harder. I released her hand and gently stroked her cheek, wiping away the tears that had rolled down.
“I love you.”
Her voice was aching with emotion.
Do I love her?
The sudden question hit me, followed by a crushing wave of guilt. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pulled out quickly. All the strength left my body as thick ropes of cum spilled across her stomach. There was a lot—weeks of buildup sliding down her skin.
I grabbed tissues and started cleaning her. Han Yeoreum watched me ejaculate with open fascination, then dipped a finger in it, rubbing the fluid curiously.
“…First time seeing this. The smell is weird.”
“Obviously. It’s your first time.”
“Ugh, it tastes bad.”
“Then why the hell did you taste it?”
“I was curious.”
She stuck her tongue out and grinned. I wiped the rest off her body and looked down. A faint trace of blood showed.
“You’re bleeding.”
“So it really does happen the first time. I heard some people don’t bleed.”
I cleaned both of us. Red stained the tissue.
“Show me that.”
She took the bloody tissue, stared at it for a few seconds, then tossed it away.
“…At least the pain had some meaning.”
“What meaning…”
“Shut up. So? How was it? Did fucking Han Yeoreum’s virgin pussy feel good?”
“It felt amazing. What are you gonna do about it?”
“Really? Come here.”
She patted the spot beside her. I lay down obediently. After staring at me with moist eyes for a moment, she suddenly climbed on top. Her heavy breasts swayed with the motion. Long hair cascaded over my face like a curtain.
Straddling me, she grabbed both my wrists. The soft weight and warmth made me harden again instantly.
“What are you doing?”
“I have a question.”
“What?”
“The stat window. What’s your strength?”
“Ten. F rank. Why?”
“As expected.”
She gave me a seductive smile and whispered in my ear. Up close like this, she really was breathtaking. After just one round of sex, that seductive aura had kicked in—she looked like a fox spirit that could enchant any man.
“Mine’s twenty. So you’re weaker than me?”
Her lips curved playfully. No wonder her grip on my wrists had felt unusually strong earlier.
“What are you planning? Want to go again?”
“…Later. It still hurts down there.”
So she was planning on doing it again. Good.
“Then why are you doing this?”
“You never answered me earlier.”
“Answered what?”
I had a feeling what she meant, but I played dumb. After a moment of hesitation, her face suddenly flushed bright red.
“Y-you… you bastard!”
She grabbed the pillow beside us and slammed it into my face. A full-power swing from someone with strength 20 was a lot more intense than I expected.