Chapter 7. Escaping Virginity
“...Huh?”
Junyoung blurts out blankly, but Sera just keeps staring down at her still slightly parted legs. Then, as if belatedly embarrassed for showing him everything, she twists her waist a little. Though her narrow pussy, buried in those glistening labia, isn't fully visible anyway.
“I-I mean...”
Sera taps the tip of her foot against the stair, her voice trailing off softer and softer.
“...Us... y'know...”
Junyoung's mind blanks for a second. Then, one beat later...
“...Oh.”
His face explodes red all over again.
“N-No, you mean—like, right now—immediately—?”
His words tumble out in a mess. Sera nods. Her face is flushed all the way to her ears, but she doesn't look away.
“...Yeah.”
A short, honest answer.
Junyoung draws in a deep breath.
“O-Okay...”
The cold stairs. The hard concrete. The railing... and the wall. He was the one who called her here, sure, but he doesn't want to press such a soft, delicate body against any of that.
...What do I do?
Junyoung's eyes dart around frantically before he realizes something and extends a hand to Sera.
“If it's okay... just for a sec, over here.”
Sera takes his hand. The moment their palms touch, both of them feel their breaths hitch ever so subtly. They'd been feeling each other's body heat up close just moments ago, but holding hands like this is somehow different.
Junyoung grips her hand carefully, not wanting to let go, and steps back one pace while looking at her.
“If you go up... one step...”
His words trail off awkwardly again. Despite his clumsy lead, Sera nods without a word. Her golden hair sways lightly.
Tap.
The soft sound of her stockinged foot hitting the step echoes faintly. In that instant, their eye levels align naturally. Well, almost—Sera's just a tiny bit higher, with Junyoung below her.
The sudden closeness makes Junyoung swallow hard. Sera standing on the step is crystal clear right in front of him. Under the fluorescent light, her golden hair shimmers softly, her smooth skin fully exposed. Her breathing still looks a little ragged.
“L-Like this... is it okay?”
Junyoung asks cautiously. Sera glances down at her chest, which barely covers her toes from this angle, then lifts her head again.
“...Yeah.”
She smiles, a touch embarrassed. Even on the cold stair, her body feels warmly flushed.
Junyoung's still holding her hand. He hesitates—should he let go? Keep holding?—before slowly releasing it. Her fingers brush his hand lightly as he does.
“Like this...”
His hand slides subtly onto her shoulder, trembling just a little, but Junyoung's other hand moves to her waist. In the narrowing gap between them, his throbbing-hot cock grazes the space between her thighs.
“...Ngh.”
Sera's breath catches short. Her pussy, already soaked with arousal, slips slickly against that rigid heat.
Junyoung's breathing grows rougher.
“S-Sera...”
His hands tighten on her waist, and now their bodies press together wordlessly, hot flesh touching and parting repeatedly.
Sera inhales slowly. Then she pulls her hips forward just a fraction. Junyoung's rounded tip presses right against her wet entrance.
“...!”
Her hands grip his shoulders tight. Junyoung freezes. Their breaths mingle on each other's faces—they're that close.
“You okay...?”
Junyoung whispers. Sera closes her eyes briefly, then nods.
“Yeah.”
At her word, Junyoung pushes his hips forward ever so slowly. Just a little—just the tip—but her hot, tight virgin pussy envelops his glans.
“Ah...!”
Sera's waist twitches. Inside her, it feels impossibly hard, like she can't believe it's the same cock she'd been sucking moments ago. Her walls clench instinctively, gripping that living warmth.
Junyoung's breath roughens.
“Sera... I...!”
She shakes her head slightly. Her hands tighten on his shoulders as she lowers herself just a bit more.
“Hnn...!”
Like mounting him from the step above, her body sinks down—schlk—deeper inside. Her hymen tears along with her sharp gasp.
“Haah...!”
The passage suddenly widens, welcoming him. So hot and slick, unbelievably tight. Junyoung's eyes shake wide.
...I'm losing it.
He wants to thrust all the way in. Sera's already hit her limit, clinging desperately to his shoulders. A little more—just a tiny bit—Junyoung pushes his hips. The slow insertion, feeling every ridge of her walls, passes the final slick barrier and bottoms out.
Both of them hold their breath. The stairwell fills only with their ragged pants.
“Haa...”
Sera's forehead rests on his shoulder as she exhales heavily. He's filling her completely. Even the slightest movement makes her sensitive insides react—she can't budge.
Junyoung mutters in disbelief.
“...Sera.”
His voice trembles.
“I'm... inside you.”
Drunk on the rising pleasure, unlike him, Sera just clings to his shoulders, catching her breath. Her fingers dig in hard.
“Ha... Ah...”
Her breaths won't steady—one long inhale, then a short gasp. She'd been the one to say “let's do it,” but now that they're joined, her mind can't keep up. Her lower body feels scorching and heavy.
But her rest is anything but still—her pussy grips his cock, her hot breath brushes his ear, and her walls pulse rapidly with her heartbeat, twitching and stimulating him relentlessly.
“...Sera. I'm gonna move.”
Junyoung has no time to wait for an answer. He pulls his hips back just a fraction and pushes in again, repeating the motion.
Sera figures she can handle that much and enjoys his thrusts gladly. But soon...
“Ah...!”
Her waist jerks. The sudden deeper pressure. Her hands grip his shoulders harder.
Junyoung pauses.
“You okay?”
“N... Ngh, yeah...”
Sera nods with her eyes squeezed shut. The question feels odd—her body’s already answering, coating his cock in her juices.
Her waist trembles subtly. Junyoung moves again, this time drawing back farther before sliding in slow. A faint slick friction echoes between them.
Sera's breath shakes again.
“Ha... Ngh...”
He doesn't stop. His movements are a bit clumsy from inexperience, and trying to control the pace only tenses him more. But he keeps going—slowly, gradually deeper. Pulling back, then closing in.
Sera's strength fades; her hands on his shoulders tremble faintly.
“Junyoung... Junyoung...”
She calls his name more and more. But her voice melts, weak and languid, like her pussy's squeezing him in rhythm.
Junyoung feels like he'll cum if he loosens up even a little. He thrusts again, deeper this time—schlick, plap.
“Haaaang—!”
Sera's head throws back, her long golden hair brushing the stair wall.
“Hic...!”
A sharp sob escapes. Her hands claw his shoulders, almost hanging on now as her body goes limp.
Sera stops moving herself. She just surrenders to him, spilling moans with every breath.
“Ha... Ah... Junyoung...”
Eyes clenched shut, she brings her face close to his shoulder. Her breath hits the skin between his collar and neck.
“Haa... Hn!”
She's fully given in now, just moaning. And to Junyoung, she looks unbearably lovable.
He can't hold back anymore. His hands slide to her thighs, caressing the edge where stocking meets skin a few times before gripping under them and lifting her body.
Shlrk—Sera floats up lightly.
“Hic...!”
The shift in her grip makes her gasp in surprise. Instinctively, her legs wrap around his waist. Her arms cling deeper to his shoulders, their bodies pressing fully together.
“...You okay?”
Junyoung asks low. Sera can't speak—just nods vigorously. She's a bit tense about her weight, but his strong arms cradle her thighs securely—no fear of falling.
Schlick, schlick—the wet sounds echo louder in the stairwell, her arousal dripping down her thighs to patter on the floor.
As Junyoung thrusts upward, supporting her thighs, Sera's legs shift slowly higher. Thud. They hook naturally behind his waist.
Junyoung hesitates.
“...Oh.”
Sera pants, shaking her head faintly.
“...It's fine.”
She smiles small.
“This way... feels... better...”
Her thighs tighten more, locking firmly around him. Junyoung realizes he doesn't need to hold her up anymore—her body's fully hanging from his.
His hands at her waist slide up slowly, tracing her back. Sera shivers faintly as his palm strokes her spine.
“...Ngh...”
Junyoung lifts one hand to cup her cheek. Their kiss is far more natural and deep than before. Mwah, smack. Breaths mingle, lips part slightly, then lock again.
Sera's legs squeeze his waist tight. The recoil drives his hips deeper.
“Ha...!”
Impaled so perfectly, Sera's breath bursts out.
“Ah...!”
The kiss doesn't break. Junyoung's hands pull her waist closer—schlick, plung! Again—slurp, plap!
“...Junyoung... it feels so good...♡”
Lost in woman's bliss, Sera realizes this is her happiness. They lose track of her orgasms amid the haze. The slick puddle on the floor bears witness to their play.
Junyoung's teetered on the edge multiple times too, but drawing from his earlier mouth-cum and that experience, he's desperately holding out—not to be remembered as a premature shooter.
Again, her insides clench harder suddenly.
“A—!!”
Sera's body shudders violently. Her waist lifts briefly before dropping back against him. Her legs lock tighter around his waist, but her pussy can't hold anymore. Each peak makes the squeezes intensify.
Schlick—plap, shlrp, plap. Pull back a little and her walls seem to relax—then thrust in, pressing deep—plung!
Even shallow moves now shoot pleasure straight up his spine.
“Ah... Hnng...!”
Her waist jerks again. Unintentional—pure reflex.
Can't hold back anymore.
Squeezing out his last shred of restraint, Junyoung's mind whites out.
“S-Sorry...!”
No more holding back—he just moves on instinct. Deeper, reveling in how her body takes him fully. It's too good—her bouncing tits slapping against him, sweat-damp hair swaying—everything's perfect.
Spurt—!
“Hic...!”
Junyoung spoils himself in Yoon Sera's perfection, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her womb to his heart's content.