The Naughty Things She Allowed (6) (Illustration — Viewer Discretion Advised)
The sudden intrusion of Lee Seonho's shaft pushing deep inside her.
His rather abrupt, flustering move sent Han Sora's body jolting once, straight up the bed.
"Haa... S-Seonho? W-wait...?"
Even amid the confusion, she called his name carefully, tenderly. Trying her best to endure the sensation of him filling her to the brim, she turned her gaze toward his face — only to find Lee Seonho simply smiling that strange little smile of his, meeting her eyes without a hint of apology.
"Sorry, Sora. I don't think I can wait for you."
"...Huh?"
"I can't wait for you to start moving, that's what I mean."
-Thrust!
"Hh—nnghhh?!"
His hips bucked up beneath her once more, dragging her along with him. The shock of it sent Han Sora's whole body leaping into the air again — accompanied by the adorably lewd moan of a girl who knew exactly how to seduce a man.
"Haa, nngh... L-Lee Seonho..."
What was it she was looking at him with right now? Anger? Resentment?
Or simply the eyes of a girl hopelessly in love?
She stared at him, brimming with feelings even she couldn't name — but all that came back was Lee Seonho's raw, desire-drenched frenzy.
-Thrust, thrust!!
"Ahh, hnn—ah...!! Haa, nnnghhh...!!"
"Haa, Sora... Han So-, ra..."
"Hnn, ah, haah...! Haa-hnn, nnnghh...!!"
The painful ache from that first penetration was gone now, vanished without a trace. All she felt down below was pleasure — pure pleasure and a scalding friction-heat. Wave after wave of it crashed into her sensitized depths, and she could do nothing but spill wanton breath after wanton breath, wrapping her arms tight around Lee Seonho's body as the moans spilled from her lips in whispers.
And the more she stoked his desire like that, the faster his hips drove into her, plunging deeper and deeper into Han Sora's trembling core.
-Thrust!!
"Hnn, nnghhhh—!!"
-Thrust, thrust!!
"Haa, hnn, hnnngghhh...!! Seonho, hnn, hnyaAAAH...?!"
She couldn't even be sure what words were supposed to come next; all she could do was cling to his body for dear life. But as her body climbed toward the peak once more, pleasure was quietly accumulating in Lee Seonho's as well.
"Haa, So-, Sora, wait—!!"
-Shlk!
"Hnn, nnghhh?!"
She was still puzzling over the sudden, hollow sensation of him sliding out of her — when a fresh gush of hot seed splattered against her lower belly.
-Splurt, splsh!
"Haa, hnn, hnnnghh..."
...Oh. He pulled out.
Even as relief washed over her at what her body instinctively understood, a strange, stubborn twinge of disappointment crept into Han Sora's mind.
Because a part of her had been thinking — it wouldn't have been so bad to keep losing herself like that, pounded senseless until they came together at the same time.
'...What am I even thinking, seriously.'
What would she do if she accidentally got pregnant?
It was a day just barely ambiguous enough that calling it "safe" would have been a gamble. But it wasn't quite clearly far enough along, either, to justify a morning-after pill.
And above all, she was an Academy student. It was better not to create problems in the first place — problems that never needed to exist.
"Phew, hah... phewww..."
...So. This was the best they could do.
It was a shame they couldn't finish together — but either way, she'd had her first experience with Seonho now. That much was true.
She'd lost count of how many times she'd come while he was still inside her — too many to even keep track of. Somewhere along the way, coherent thought had simply become impossible.
...So. This counted. It was done.
Having shared herself with Seonho, having closed the distance between them this far — there was really nothing left to regret about...
-Shlk!
"Hnn, hnnnggh?!"
She'd been resting quietly in Lee Seonho's arms, lost in thoughts like that, when something warm and long slid back inside her.
His finger slipped into her pussy — still twitching and oversensitive from sex — and set Han Sora's body smoldering all over again.
"Sorry, Sora. Truth is, I wanted to finish inside you too — but I couldn't tell whether it was a risky day or not..."
"Hh, hnnh... th-that doesn't matter..."
"So since I'm sorry, let me satisfy you like this instead. Besides, just now probably wasn't enough for you either, Sora."
"N-no, it wasn't... I-I wasn't really unsatisfied..."
-Shlk!
"Hh, hnngh?! HyaaAAANG...!!"
Whether his fingers were teasing her in jest or in earnest, Han Sora tumbled straight into another orgasm all the same.
-Shlk, shlk, shlk!
"Haa, th-that's...!! Seonho, th-, that's haaAAANG...!!"
By the end, she'd climaxed two more times — so many times that not even a trace of that disappointment remained anywhere in her body.
...Sora-sunbae, that was her first time, huh.
The way she did things had always felt a little half-measured, so I'd just assumed it was a preference thing. Turns out she was deliberately starting slow because it was her first.
Mmm. I see. So that's how it was...
-Shlk.
"Hnn, hnnh..."
...I can't let my voice leak out. I really can't.
My roommate's asleep. If anyone catches me doing something like this in the dorm, that's it. Game over. Yeah.
I know full well I shouldn't be doing this kind of thing here, in all honesty.
...But what am I supposed to do? It got to the point where I just couldn't hold it in anymore.
-Shlk.
"Hnn, ah..."
-Shlk, shlk.
"Hnn, phew...? Hnngh..."
Naughty stuff like this — I'd never actually had any interest in it. None at all.
I'd never watched porn or anything like that. No particular curiosity about it either.
It's not that I never had the chance to look — I just figured it would be weird, so whenever something started getting serious, I'd always mute it and skip ahead.
...So I never thought I'd end up doing something like this either.
'Turns out... naughty stuff like this actually feels pretty good...'
I'd seen it in anime a few times, and honestly, I never understood it. The male lead accidentally grabs a girl's chest; on a packed train, some boy's crotch presses up against a girl's ass. And every time, the girl blushes and makes these strange noises — I just couldn't relate. Couldn't wrap my head around it at all.
...But now, I think I'm starting to understand. A little, anyway.
-Shlk.
"Hh, huaaah..."
This is how you're supposed to do it, right?
At least, I'm copying roughly what Seonho-sunbae was doing to Sora, and it does feel good, for real.
I'm not about to lose control of my voice the way Sora-sunbae kept doing right in front of my eyes — I'm not crying or making some kind of bizarre face from how good it feels or anything.
...But this is plenty good enough on its own.
'...I wonder what it feels like for Sora-sunbae?'
Being touched by a boy. Having something that huge buried inside you.
Honestly, I'm dying of curiosity.
I want to know what it feels like — what could possibly make her face shift like that, over and over, when she's normally so demure. And if Seonho-sunbae put it inside me... would I end up making that same face too?
...Oh no. The moment I started wondering, I couldn't stop. Not for anything.
-Shlk, shlk.
"Hnn, hh, huaaang..."
If just rubbing my clit with my fingers gets me this far, then what comes after...
Being touched by someone else — having an actual cock inside me — that would feel even better, right...?
Hnngh. Why, of all days, did Seonho-sunbae have to forget he'd cast Visual Sharing today — why did he have to go and make me curious about something so weird?
'It's not like there's anyone I could ask about this even if I did get curious.'
Love and romance and all that... no matter how much I think about it, I just don't get it.
And it's not like I want to sleep with just any boy, either. At the very least, someone I can actually talk to — someone like Seonho-sunbae.
Someone kind to girls the way Seonho-sunbae is. Or with a cock as big as Seonho-sunbae's.
...No, wait. It's not like Seonho-sunbae is exactly my type or anything. I'm just saying that someone at Seonho-sunbae's level would clear the minimum requirements. That's all I mean.
'...I really should've just looked away from the start.'
If I'd known it would make me feel like this, I never would have watched.
Maybe this is my punishment for peeping on my juniors' private time.
...Then again, honestly, the bigger problem isn't my fault — it's that those two have a way too lewd relationship.
'I'll have to give those two a good scolding later...'
Something like — don't you dare do strange things in the training grounds again. Yeah. Something like that.
...Or then again, maybe I could just ask Sora-sunbae what it felt like. That wouldn't be so bad, either.
Even after I'd pulled out, my fingers alone had wrung two more orgasms out of Han Sora.
Counting the climax she'd hit mid-act, she'd come at least five or six times in a row — so it was only natural she was spent.
"Haaah, hnn, hnnngh, ah..."
Legs splayed, collapsed flat on the floor, wearing an expression that had, in the truest sense, gone somewhere else entirely.
By any objective measure, this was not a state a girl should ever be seen in. Of course, since I was the one who'd put her there, all I could see when I looked at her was something endlessly, deliciously fuckable.
And between those spread legs — her pussy still quivering uncontrollably, unable to forget the aftershocks of my fingers — was especially adorable.
"Hnnngh, Seonho, youuu..."
"Sorry. I thought you meant you wanted more, so..."
"Hii, nnh... r-really, now..."
I bowed my head deep, putting on an expression of exaggerated contrition, and all Han Sora could manage was a furrowed brow — she couldn't even work up a proper glare.
Still, true to her Physical Enhancement Type, she recovered quickly, gingerly pushing herself up until she was more or less sitting upright.
"Well, whatever. I-I mean, I did kind of pounce on you myself, back there."
"...So you forgive me, Sora?"
"I-I'm not even mad, okay...? Just — j-just be more careful next time, that's all..."
Which, translated, meant let's do it again — so for all appearances, her first experience had been quite to her liking.
Her words about being careful next time were surely meant as something a little different from what her heart was actually saying. And judging from the bedroom type I'd confirmed in Han Sora today, if I did as she asked and held back "moderately," I could already picture it: her whimpering alone in frustration, aching for more.
No — the moment a girl tells you to stop is exactly when you give her a little more pleasure, keep going until she truly can't bear it anymore. That was how you satisfied Han Sora in bed.
It was, in a sense, the easiest conquest strategy there was. Drowning a girl too climax-drunk to think straight in the swamp of pleasure — that was one of my favorite things to do.
-Snap!
"......"
And right around the time that thought crossed my mind, I felt something in my head sever with a soft, almost imperceptible snap.
The moment Lim Yujin's Visual Sharing finally cut out. She'd either fallen asleep, or deliberately dropped the connection as she got ready for bed.
'Well — I showed her everything worth showing.'
What exactly Lim Yujin had felt while watching me and Han Sora have sex, I couldn't begin to guess just yet.
All I could do was hope that our coupling had been interesting enough to hook her.
...Though given how diligently she'd watched, without ever cutting the feed even once, I'd say I was already at least halfway there.