Pussy Relief Is Just Sex
“Hnn…!”
Yeji’s shoulders flinched and trembled at my sudden kiss.
At first she stayed rigid, frozen stiff, as if she had no idea how to respond. But when I gently sucked her lower lip and teased the seam of her mouth with the tip of my tongue, her tightly sealed lips began to open with careful hesitation.
I did not waste the opening. I pushed my tongue inside.
Yeji started the kiss quite passively. Soon, though, she seemed to collect herself—she tucked her hair behind her ear, leaned lightly against me, and began to tangle her tongue with mine. Before long she had even shrugged off her cardigan and grown active.
“Churp, chup, smooch, haahp…”
Her tongue-work was a little awkward, but it was far from bad. If anything, I liked the pure, unpracticed reactions in those clumsy movements.
After exploring her mouth for a long while I slowly pulled away. Yeji stared up at me with a dazed expression, her cheeks—already flushed with anticipation—glowing even redder.
“You like it when I kiss you?”
I asked with a smile. Yeji nodded honestly.
“Yeah. I like it.”
Her cheeks were far redder than they had been yesterday after exercise. The cool, confident girl she usually was had vanished; only a shy young woman who did not know what to do in front of a man remained. That gap was so adorable that a mischievous urge rose in me unbidden.
So I reached out and gave her large breasts a light squeeze.
“Ah…!”
“Mind if I touch a little?”
“Y-yeah. Of course!”
I asked while I was already fondling her. There was no way a girl would refuse a man who wanted to feel her chest.
Even through the thin sports bra the sensation that filled my palm was incredible. It was not merely soft. Soft flesh and springy firmness arrived together—a new flavor, slightly different from every other pair I had handled.
“Hnn!”
I had only kneaded her breasts a little and a short moan already burst from Yeji’s lips. Through the bra I could feel her nipples stiffening under my touch.
I did not stop there. I pulled her tightly into my arms. My free hand slid naturally down her back. The sweat-free skin was smooth; I rode that smooth plane all the way down and seized her ass over the bloomers. Explosive volume filled my hand to overflowing—insanely springy and taut.
Yeji was the kind of girl whose ass was even better than her chest. The perfect marriage of just enough muscle and soft fat—a luxury rear you never wanted to stop touching.
“Ah…!”
She startled for a moment, then smiled faintly. In the blink of an eye the usual self-assured expression had returned.
“Heh, hip-ups paid off, right?”
She laughed boldly, clearly proud of her healthy body. The sound of that laugh lifted my own mood.
“Yeah, your ass is ridiculous.”
While praising her I gently stroked the inside of her thigh with my thumb. Under the skin of a girl who trained hard, firm muscle sat solidly—living elasticity itself.
The inner thigh, though, was sensitive enough that the mouth that had been boasting about her body fell shut. Was she afraid a moan would come out loud if she kept her lips open?
“Your thighs are art too.”
“Hnn…”
Yeji tried to keep smiling, but unmistakable pleasure shook her expression. While she was still savoring my hands she pressed her large breasts lightly against my chest and asked,
“Class Prez.”
“Yeah?”
“Want a titjob? Or a blowjob? I’ve been practicing hard at home.”
She still was not thinking about full sex. That made sense. In this world, simply being allowed to perform sexual relief for a man was already an enormous stroke of luck for a girl.
“Mm… hold on a second.”
Normally I would have taken the full course without question—dog-style service, cock-kissing, blowjob, titjob, the complete relief package—then fucked her after her work had loosened me up. But the instant I grabbed Yeji’s ass, relief and everything else went out the window. I wanted to fuck her right now. Just imagining how that springy ass would clamp around my cock made my lower body feel ready to explode.
So instead of a clear answer I guided her naturally toward the bed.
“Huh?”
She followed my unhurried lead without resistance and only grasped the situation once she was lying on the mattress. She flinched and looked up at me.
“Class Prez… are we doing… p-pussy sexual processing?”
Calling it “pussy sexual processing” instead of sex. The crude phrasing made me laugh out loud. The very idea that a man would relieve his lust with a girl’s pussy was ironic and filthy in the best way.
“Got any position you’ve been wanting to try?”
I asked while tracing a finger lightly along the line of her breasts. Her body jerked under the touch. She swallowed hard with an excited face, then shook her head.
“N-no… I like anything.”
“Really? Anything I do is fine?”
I gave her breast a light squeeze as I asked.
“Just so you know, I’m not asking twice.”
Yeji hesitated a moment, then asked,
“Then… can I decide next time? I’ve never had sex, so I don’t really know what positions feel good.”
I smiled and shot back,
“So you want to do pussy sexual processing again next time?”
Her face said that was not what she had meant; she flushed, then answered shyly,
“If I could… I’d like that.”
“Got it. Next time I’ll do whatever position you want.”
With that I pressed a finger lightly against the clear camel-toe ridge over her bloomers. She was already a little damp.
“Already wet?”
When I teased her, Yeji protested in a small voice,
“I just kissed a guy like you… of course I am.”
I stripped her bloomers and panties off in one go. Because she was so soaked, even her pubic hair was damp as her pussy came into view. I hooked my fingers under the bra straps and slowly drew them upward. Her enormous breasts, beaded with tiny droplets of sweat, spilled free.
Admiring Yeji’s perfect naked body, I prepared to take her missionary-style.
“Wait—you’re going to move your hips yourself?”
Yeji asked in flustered surprise. It ran completely counter to this world’s common sense: that the man stayed still while the woman relieved his lust. Even when people had sex for pregnancy, I had heard most men just lay there while the woman rode them.
“It’s a virginity-loss present.”
I stripped and took my fully hard cock in hand. I set the head against her entrance, rubbed it left and right, then lightly smacked her clit with the shaft—knocking before sex.
“Hnn, nn, ah…”
Yeji moaned patiently, waiting for me, the man, to put it in. I deliberately drew the moment out and dropped a dirty line.
“You’re offering me the hymen you’ve protected for over twenty years?”
“For you… as much as you want.”
Every time I heard those words they were so lovable. Her obedient reaction made my cock even harder.
“Spread your pussy yourself with your fingers.”
Without the slightest hesitation Yeji opened her plump pussy lips wide with both hands. Soft pink flesh contrasted with the pure white of her inner thighs that never saw the sun. Looking down at the pussy that twitched and dripped honey, I pushed my cock straight in.
—Schlick.
Because she was holding herself open, the sight of my cock sinking into her cunt was even clearer—the visual stimulation was insane. And even with her lips spread, the pressure was tremendous. Did a body trained by exercise get this tight even down here?
She barely seemed to be clenching, yet the squeeze was almost on the same level as Unni Iseol’s. Whether it was the solid thigh muscles or her core, the deeper my cock went the tighter she got instead of loosening.
“Hyaa, ahng…!”
Yeji let out a short cry, but she never let go of the hands holding her pussy open. The sight of her spreading herself to take my cock was unbearably hot.
Because she was tall, her vaginal canal was fairly long as well. Even in missionary my cock sank all the way to the root.
“Hoo!”
Just putting it in felt incredible. Pleasure that started in my lower body flooded straight up into my brain. Her insides writhed wildly around my bare cock, screaming for cum. I pressed deep and asked,
“How is it?”
The face of a girl who had just lost her virginity looked pleased and anxious and scared all at once.
“My pussy feels like it’s going to get crushed… hnn, it’s so full it’s scary, but it feels so good…! Ah, ahng, this is… my first time…!”
Yeji answered between moans. Satisfied by that virgin reaction, I began to move my hips in earnest.
Slap, slap, slap!
At first I kept it slow, of course, letting her pussy get used to the shape of my cock. The narrow, hot walls twitched and welcomed me. Every thrust squeezed out more honey, the wet sounds filling the room.
“Haah… ah, ah, ah…! Class Prez, your cock is amazing…!”
“You’re ridiculously tight too.”
I gripped her waist and gradually increased the pace. The sound of sweat-slick skin meeting skin grew faster. Instinctively Yeji rolled her hips in small matching motions, trying to take every last drop of the pleasure.