Variant 4
Her sudden embrace made me hold my breath for a moment. After a while, she slowly drew back from my arms. Her face was flushed a deep red, yet her eyes shone with a firmness and certainty far stronger than before.
"Then… from now on?"
She looked up at me and asked in a small voice.
I might be dense, but I wasn't so foolish that I couldn't read this. I nodded without a word.
Hearing my answer, she drew in another deep breath. Then, with clumsy yet unhesitating hands, she began to pull off her training top.
Her pale neckline and collarbones emerged beneath the room's soft lighting.
The sight was as bold as Yeong-ju's had been a few days earlier, yet the feeling was entirely different.
Respecting her intent, I simply watched her next move in silence.
"Ah! Not yet… mmph."
But the instant she slipped the top free, I pulled her into my arms without thinking and slowly brought my face to hers. I cupped her face with care and kissed her.
Softly, carefully. Then a little deeper, gently taking her lower lip between mine. As our breaths mingled, I felt the tension in her body begin to ease.
Once I was sure she was accepting the kiss, I finally explored her mouth with real hunger. She surrendered herself completely to me.
When the kiss ended, she folded her top neatly beside the bed and came to kneel in front of me. Then, just as Yeong-ju had done days before, she reached for me with trembling hands.
Her touch was more careful and unpracticed than Yeong-ju's. Yet every clumsy stroke carried her sincere wish to please me—and her quiet worry that she might not do it well.
"This… if I do it like this… is it right?"
She moved her hand slowly up and down while looking up at me, asking in that same small voice. The pure question drew an unbidden smile from me; I stroked her hair gently.
"It feels good, so don't worry."
My encouragement seemed to give her courage. She grew bolder. She lowered her head and carefully licked the most sensitive spot with the tip of her tongue.
"Kh…"
The sharp, ticklish sensation made my hips jerk on their own.
"…How is it? Good?"
Yang Jin-ju watched my reaction and asked again.
"…Good. Really good."
At my answer she looked satisfied and began to explore me more boldly still.
Slowly she took me into her mouth. Everything about it was awkward and unpracticed, as if she were doing it for the first time—yet that very clumsiness drove me wilder.
She glanced up now and then, as though anxious she might be doing it wrong. Each time I stroked her hair softly, signaling that she was fine. Growing more confident, she took me deeper; the heat of her breath and the softness of her lips stimulated me fiercely.
Her open, earnest caresses left me unable to hold back any longer.
"Jin-ju…? …I think I'm going to come…"
A voice half-moan broke from me. She seemed to think about what I'd said for a moment—then, as if urging the climax on, she moved deeper and faster.
"Jin-ju? I said I'm coming—ugh… sorry, I'm coming!"
In the end I spilled everything into her hot, soft mouth.
In that instant her body flinched and her eyes went round with surprise. She floundered for a second, not knowing what to do—then, as if deciding, she carefully began to swallow, gulp by gulp.
When it was over she looked up at me with a flushed face.
"This… swallowing it… that's the right thing, right?"
She asked with anxious eyes. Her pure expression was so lovable that I pulled her into my arms.
"Thank you. But… next time you don't have to force yourself to swallow."
I soothed her, helped her up, and laid her gently on the bed. Now it was my turn to explore her. I reached for the last of her underthings—the hook of her bra.
The memory of fumbling with Yeong-ju's a few days earlier made me tense, yet this time it came free with a single soft click.
"Wh-what?"
My unexpectedly deft touch made Yang Jin-ju's eyes go round again.
"…Yeong-ju taught me."
I said it almost as an awkward excuse before I could stop myself. The moment the words left my mouth I regretted them.
A bitter little smile flickered across Yang Jin-ju's face.
"Talking about another woman right now… doesn't seem like the best manners, does it?"
Her voice had gone cool and quiet. I panicked, at a complete loss.
"Ah—no! That's not what I—sorry!"
Watching me flounder, she finally let out a soft little laugh.
"…Fine. I'll forgive you just this once."
She said it while wrapping her arms around my neck.
With the bra undone, her full breasts appeared—nothing like the shape they had suggested beneath clothing.
They were far larger than I had expected. Spellbound, I murmured a quiet "wow…" and slowly reached out to cup them. Soft, warm, too abundant for one hand to hold completely.
"You… like breasts? No…"
My blatant gaze and touch made her shiver with shyness for a moment, yet she looked at me and asked in a small voice,
"Do you like big ones?"
Should I be honest or make an excuse? I hesitated only a second before the overwhelming softness and fullness in my hands made me surrender to instinct.
"…Yeah. I like them a lot."
My frank answer brought a shy, happy smile to her face.
I devoted myself to every part of her, determined not to miss a single thing.
Her body held a different charm from Yeong-ju's—slender yet firm, with soft skin. I gently explored her breasts, and sweet little moans slipped from her lips.
When my hand moved between her legs, her body gave a sharp tremor. I stroked her most sensitive place carefully, watching her reactions.
"Hnn…"
An unrestrained sound of pleasure broke from her. Slowly I eased a finger into her most private place.
"Ah…! Nnh…!"
The new sensation left her flustered; she clutched my arm tightly. I explored her gently, enjoying the way she writhed with pleasure she didn't know how to handle.
When I judged she was wet enough, I slowly shifted my body over hers. I aligned my already burning length with her entrance.
"I'm going to put it in."
"…Okay."
I entered her slowly—very slowly. Halfway in, her body suddenly tensed and she let out a small cry of "Ah!" Pain and surprise mixed in the sound.
I stopped at once and looked down at her. Her face had gone a little pale; tears welled in her eyes.
"…Does it hurt?"
"…A little. It's okay, keep going…"
She tried to sound fine, but her trembling voice couldn't hide the pain.
"No. Don't push yourself."
I gently brushed the sweat-damp hair from her forehead, then kissed her brow, her cheek, her lips in turn.
"…Kiss me more."
She whispered in an anxious voice. I obeyed, kissing her deeply and softly. As our tongues tangled and our saliva mixed, I felt the stiffness in her body gradually melt away.
Watching her carefully, I advanced again—millimeter by millimeter—into her.
At last, when I was fully sheathed inside her, we paused and simply looked at each other.
"I'm going to move?"
Seeing Yang Jin-ju nod, I began to rock my hips with extreme care, gently exploring her depths.
"Hngh…"
"Tell me if it hurts?"
Delicate moans slipped from her in time with my movements. To reassure her I whispered against her ear and scattered kisses over her whole body.
Her body gradually grew used to the motion; the moans that had carried pain slowly turned into sweet sounds laced with pleasure.
"Haa… hnn…"
I felt the tension leave her, her body relaxing. And finally her hips began to move—just a little, shyly—matching mine. She, too, was starting to accept this unfamiliar pleasure.
Encouraged by that small change, I gradually increased the speed and depth. Her moans grew louder and more frequent.
On this day when our bodies became one, the delicate sounds spilling from her lips filled the narrow room completely.