First Outdoor Play with a Boyfriend Whose Name I Don't Even Know (1)
Thud. Thud-thud. Thud… Thud.
“…… Ah—”
It was clearly right before I came. I wasn’t hoping for much more—just three more thrusts would have been enough….
“Haa… Haa….”
In an instant my pussy felt completely empty, and warm spurts landed across my stomach. (I’d thought it would’ve been nice if he’d cum in buckets, and I still feel the same now.) At the same time, my spread-open folds contracted rapidly. The feeling of air rushing in faded fast.
So having sex once doesn’t stretch you out. That’s a relief. The first time the sensation felt so strange it actually startled me.
Is this… cum…?
The color and texture were like pussy juice mixed with condensed milk. He’d shot it not once but several times. I scooped some up with a finger and stretched it, but it wasn’t as viscous as I’d expected. (I almost brought it to my mouth without thinking, then got self-conscious and wiped it on the sheets.)
“Ah…!”
Then the app guy quickly rose from the bed. I figured he was done and would head home now, but he reached over—swish, swish—grabbed tissues from the desk box he must have spotted earlier, and wiped his own cum off me. With incredibly gentle hands, too.
“Sorry. I was afraid it might splash onto the bed.”
“…… It’s okay.”
He was meticulous, even cleaning the cum that had pooled in my navel.
“It felt really good.”
“…… Me too.”
“I never expected a girl like you to use an app. Wow, I was genuinely shocked the second the door opened. I tried not to show it—”
I could tell he was nervous. But he was talking way too much. It felt like pointless chatter—maybe from embarrassment? I just wanted to wash up quickly. I prefer everything clean, both body and relationships.
“—You were a virgin, right?”
“… Yes.”
He kept rambling on, but I listened with one ear and let it out the other. I felt a little dizzy and out of it. I just kept giving vague “yes, yes” answers without really hearing him. I thought he’d notice and realize, Ah, this girl finds me annoying right now.
“Then I guess I have to take responsibility.”
“… Yes.”
“Want to date me?”
“… Yes.”
Huh?
“…… Yes?”
What did he just say? Was he asking me out? Me? With him? Why? And I said yes to that? Me?
“What should I call you? Baby? Would you rather call me oppa, or is baby more comfortable?”
“……?”
Is this guy insane? There’s zero reason for me to date him. We literally just met. But why? Just because we had sex once? Just because he took my virginity? He doesn’t need to feel responsible. It was a win-win, fair play for both of us. There’s a perfectly gentlemanly and ladylike way to wrap this up, you know?
“No answer. Shy?”
After pounding my pussy like he wanted to burst it open earlier, now those same fingers were pinching my cheek. Like he alone had fallen into some platonic romance.
“You’re cute.”
“……?!”
I nearly threw up on the bed. It had been suspicion before, but now it was certainty. This guy is creepy. His looks and his speech don’t match at all—they’re playing on completely different teams. Is he possessed? A shaman? Did the spirit of a sweet male-lead character take over an ordinary guy’s body?
“I’ll wash first, princess.”
I was going to snap, Don’t use the bathroom! but I missed the timing.
Thud.
‘…… I’m screwed.’
What’s going to happen to me now? My pussy may be public property, but my heart is strictly private property. Even if the hymen is gone, I still haven’t lost my first love….
The moment I heard the shower running beyond the bathroom door, I buried my face in the pillow and screamed without making a sound.
YOU— CRAZY— BASTAAAAARD—!!!
Was it fun? Or rather, did it turn you on? Let’s return to the present for a moment.
I used to call you “everyone” at first, but from now on I’ll be calling you “babies.” Because you babies are simply the best. (No objections allowed.)
Anyway, at the time I was honestly in a bad mood. Was it because he fucked me raw without a condom? Because he came before I did? Because his way of speaking was sleazy? Of course not. He fucked really, really well and the sex itself was decently satisfying. It was different from what I’d imagined, but not bad at all. It was on a completely different level from doing it alone.
But the moment I snapped out of it was because of that damn tissue. Why cum all over my body and then wipe it off himself? Whether the semen dried and crusted or not, whether he spilled any on the bed while getting up to clean it—there was no need for him to care. No. For someone like me, you’re not supposed to care after you’ve used me.
I told you at the beginning, didn’t I? That I don’t want sex—I want to be devoured.
Moreover, those actions were extremely, extremely careful. What I wanted was something else. Like right after cumming, rubbing the glans still dripping with leftover semen all over my face. Squeezing the shaft hard with his hand. When I frowned and said “Don’t…!” he’d shove it straight into my mouth. Telling me my pussy juice was all over his cock so it was dirty, ordering me to clean it myself by sucking. But a tissue? What the hell.
It’s not that I hate the app guy (the app guy is cute when he’s being app-guy-like; I’ll tell that story soon too), but that was how I felt at the time. It was as disappointing as my expectations had been high.
So what happened after that day…? We started dating. To be precise, I didn’t date him, but that guy dated me. I don’t even remember his name. I used a pseudonym this time too, right? That’s how shallow the relationship was.
Then why didn’t I refuse? I have a personality that literally cannot say no. The easiest example to understand would be the story about my Cousin, but I can’t tell it because it violates platform policy. (If you promise to like me even when I’m lying, I’ll adapt it and tell you later.)
You know that story, right? How men will just drink the wrong order at a café. I’m exactly like that. It has nothing to do with being nice. When I need to refuse, my nose gets itchy and something gets stuck in my throat. Plus my life motto is “Do I have to?”
So now I have to tell the next story, and it connects to the app-guy story. Will you get tired of hearing about the same man? But you need to hear this for the rest to get fun. (If you love me, endure it.)
Why on earth, by what coincidence, were we living in the same area? Coincidentally, we went to the same school. If you reverse the order it sounds like a fated story, but we simply attended the same university so we were both living alone in the same neighborhood.
Our relationship was roughly like this.
You get the feeling, right? This isn’t dating. The reason his name showed up as “O” was because he’d set his profile that way. Even if I wanted to change it, I couldn’t remember his real name. It would have been nice if he’d suggested breaking up first. (It definitely wasn’t that romance trope where he knew I didn’t like him but endured because he loved me.)
After I intentionally avoided him for several days like that, we eventually ran into each other on campus.
That semester I’d forced a free Friday into my schedule, so my timetable was really awkward. I only had one class that day, and it happened to be in the afternoon, so the sun had already set on my way home.
“Hey! Seoyun!”
That was exactly when we ran into each other. The app guy, who was walking with one guy and one girl, spotted me and called out.
“Ah…. Hello.”
My ovulation period had ended, so I wasn’t in heat to the point that I wanted to be fucked every time I breathed like usual. Still, if we were going to meet, I thought it should be near the studio-apartment area. Running into each other in a crowded place meant I couldn’t spread my legs right away.
“Who is she?”
“Ah, a close junior.”
The app guy naturally introduced me as a “close junior.” Thinking back now, I should have found that suspicious. (But well, in the end it wasn’t a loss for me either.)
“I have a dinner appointment with my junior, so I’ll head out first!”
The app guy naturally separated from the group and stuck to my side.
“My baby, were you on your way home?”
“Ah… yes. I was just about to go.”
I said I wasn’t in heat, right? But I think I underestimated myself. Just the brush of his forearm against mine made my pussy feel wet. It wasn’t because I liked him.
“Why don’t you ever reply? Still shy?”
“…… Yes. A little….”
At school I had no reason to contact guys, and the important thing was that there was no “man who could fuck me immediately.” On the other hand, this guy could devour me anytime.
“That day, the first day we met. Did you sleep well?”
“…… Ah, that is…”
The sensations from a few days earlier came rushing back. The salty taste in my mouth, the bitter flavor of precum, the musty, tingling smell of aged cock, and the exact shape of the dick that had reshaped my pussy to fit itself.
“You’re cute. Are you busy today?”
“Today…? Right now…?”
“I want to do it.”
Fortunately the app guy said exactly what I wanted to hear first. I’m a stupid cumrag who only knows cock, but that doesn’t mean I have zero shame. I couldn’t say “let’s fuck” to his face first.
“…….”
So I couldn’t meet his eyes and simply nodded.
Squeeze.
“……!”
Then the app guy suddenly grabbed my ass. Fortunately no one was around, but it startled me. (Honestly it was a little thrilling.)
“Let’s go.”
Before I could say ‘What are you doing…! This is school…!’ the app guy grabbed my wrist and pulled me along.
“Uh, where are we going…?”
“You’ll see when you follow.”
But it wasn’t the direction home. It was the opposite.
“Weren’t we going home…?”
The place we arrived at was the arts building. It was the closest from that particular gate. He dragged me up to the second floor and seemed to be checking the class schedules posted outside each room.
After a moment.
Click.
A small classroom at the far end of the hallway.
“Take it off.”
“Huh……?”
“Or should I take it off for you?”
Inside the empty classroom, the app guy grabbed my breast.