Sex and Subin's Confession
A good thirty minutes had already passed since we'd started having sex.
The temperature inside the narrow president's office was scorching. The windows were shut tight, so there was no airflow whatsoever, and as a result my scent, President Noona's, the smell of sweat, and the fishy, heady tang of love juices had all blended together. The room was thick with such a dense, dizzying atmosphere that it made my head swim.
On the bed there was only President Noona, sprawled out and panting, and me—barely sweating at all—silently driving into her pussy. I clamped both hands firmly around her slender waist, still clad in that bunny-girl outfit, and slammed my cock deep inside her once more.
*Slap! Slap! Slap!*
"Haaah, ah, ang…! N-Newcomer…! Wait, wait a second…! I can't take any more…!"
I ignored her, of course, and kept thrusting. Her pussy didn't have the vice-like grip that Iseol's or Yeji's did, but the tightness was more than good enough. On top of that, the bunny-girl costume she was wearing was so goddamn hot that I hadn't bothered taking it off. The zipper right over her pussy made insertion easy, and the glossy material clinging to every curve only emphasized her voluptuous body even more.
Every time I rolled my hips, the wet squelching of my cock plunging into her soaked folds mixed with the sharp slap of the bunny suit smacking against my thighs. The two lewd sounds layered over each other, creating a strangely perfect synergy.
"Aaang, ang, uuuuh, kyahat…!"
I'd already lost count of how many times she'd climaxed. At first she'd refused to move, fretting that the cosplay would get wrinkled, but somewhere in the middle she simply couldn't hold out any longer—her limbs thrashing wildly as she came. Tears of pure first-time pleasure had ruined her makeup, and thrashing around had left both her face and the outfit a complete mess. Now she couldn't even form proper words; only filthy moans spilled from her lips.
"Huuu…"
After I finished cumming I paused for a moment and pulled my cock out until just the head rested at her entrance. The instant I did, her convulsing pussy sprayed love juice in thick, rhythmic spurts—*spurt, spurt*—like a tiny fountain, hot droplets splashing across my lower stomach.
"Hyeet, hhk, ah, uuh…"
Completely drained, Noona's chest heaved violently with every ragged breath. Satisfied, I leaned down and took one of the breasts that had spilled free of the bunny-girl leotard into my mouth. Bare, braless flesh filled my mouth with soft heat, salty with sweat.
*Slurp!*
"Hiiiek…!"
The moment I rolled her nipple with my tongue, her already overstimulated thighs shuddered hard once more. President Noona really was nothing more than a living onahole that only knew how to orgasm. I teased her lightly.
"Your pussy is weaker than my juniors Yuna and Nari's. Just a little nipple sucking and you're already leaking everywhere… what a pathetic pussy and pathetic nipples, huh?"
Half-conscious from pleasure, she mumbled back,
"Huuu… sorry for having… a pathetic pussy… haaang…! But this is… the first time I've ever…"
I kept lazily sucking her nipple while casually sliding my cock back inside. The second I did, Noona—having recovered just enough stamina—tried to stop me, stammering that Subin and Chaerin would be back any minute and that we really should stop.
"Ah, is that so? Has it already gotten that late?"
I obediently pulled out. With a wet *schlick* my cock left her drenched pussy. Before she could even react, I shoved it straight into the mouth of the still-dazed woman staring up at me, still lost in the aftershocks of climax.
*Gluck!*
"Uup?!"
"You're the senior, so you've learned deepthroating, right? Clean me up a bit. Can't show the juniors a dirty cock, can we?"
I buried myself all the way into her throat. After watching her fall apart so completely during sex I'd been a little worried she wouldn't be able to handle it, but a senior was still a senior. She flinched at first, then smoothly opened her throat and took every inch.
"Uup, uuuh, churrp, suck, eub, oook…!"
The warm, soft walls of her esophagus wrapping around my glans felt heavenly. Curious how long she could last, I simply stayed buried to the hilt. Even though she needed air, she never once pushed me away—just quietly, diligently deepthroated. I praised her for it, then finally pulled free of the now-cleaner cock. I wiped the spit off against the black stocking on her thigh before pulling my underwear back on.
"So there's no problem with me joining the club, right?"
I sat down beside her as she coughed and choked face-down, casually kneading the bunny-tail-topped ass while I asked.
After a long fit of coughing she finally managed a weak nod.
"Yeah…. You're welcome… anytime…."
"Thanks for accepting me!"
Not long after, Chaerin, Subin, Yuna, and Nari returned to the clubroom. What they found was me elegantly sipping tea on the clubroom sofa with the president sitting demurely at my side. Since all the key members were present, I stood up and announced,
"Joined without any issues. From next week we just gather every Friday after lunch for activities."
"Really? Then let's head home for today."
Subin nodded along with Chaerin's words. It was the first Friday of the new semester, so once we'd joined a club we were free to leave. As Chaerin, Subin, and I started to head out, the president rose to see us off. The moment she stood, her body flinched hard; she clutched her pelvis and hunched over, clearly in pain. The virgins Subin and Chaerin only looked puzzled, but Yuna and Nari—whose virginities I'd already taken—exchanged knowing glances and gave the president meaningful looks.
Once the three of us had left, Yuna and Nari sidled up to her and quietly asked how it had been. The president flushed bright red as she answered,
"It was good… but way too intense."
After leaving the clubroom we headed straight for Subin's house again. Free delicious dinner, a huge house, and the chance to see Subin's pretty mother—there was zero reason to refuse. Chaerin looked a little disappointed she wouldn't get me alone, but she didn't seem too broken up about it.
Today we skipped the living room and went straight into Subin's bedroom to play racing games. It was one of those typical party titles where cute characters drove giant cars and used all sorts of items. We hooked up three controllers in front of the big monitor in her room and sat in a tight cluster—me in the middle, Chaerin on my left, Subin on my right.
"Hey, what were you talking about with the club president for so long?"
Chaerin asked out of the blue while we were racing.
"Nothing much. She kept asking what anime I'd watched, so answering took a while."
"I want to talk anime with the president too. I bet her favorite character is Tomoe just like me."
Subin chimed in enviously from the side. While the conversation continued, Chaerin suddenly seemed to remember something else.
"By the way, why have you been getting less sexual processing at home lately?"
At those words Subin shot Chaerin a faintly jealous glance, then yelped "Ah!" when her own kart hit a spike item and spun out on screen.
"There's a reason."
I answered lightly. The truth was I'd been gauging the perfect moment to take Chaerin. Sexual processing was nice and all, but once you knew the taste of actual sex, of course you wanted to fuck properly.
"What kind of reason?"
Just as Chaerin started to pout at my half-assed answer, the item I'd fired smacked her kart dead-on. She went flying backward, and the question died a natural death.
"Yes!"
I stole first place with a shout. Chaerin called me a cheap bastard and jabbed my side, but I just kept racing without a care.
We played for a long while until Chaerin suddenly cried "Ah!"
"What's wrong?"
"I left the silicone dildo for class practice in the classroom. I need it for deepthroat training."
She promised to be right back and made us swear not to play without her, then left the room. I said okay and set the controller down. Seeing that, Subin quietly put hers down too and scooted a little closer to me.
I looked at her. She looked at me.
"…."
"…."
Instead of the game BGM, an awkward yet charged silence filled the room. We simply stared at each other. As our eyes locked, the distance between us slowly shrank.
"Sihyuk."
"Yeah."
"Do you… remember what we talked about… that day in the living room?"
Subin asked shyly. Her voice was small, but in the quiet room every word rang clear. I told her I remembered—everything: how she'd been bullied because of HSDD, how the original Sihyuk had saved her, our first kiss, and finally the confession that had failed because of Chaerin.
Looks like she was going to pick up that confession again today. Just as I expected, Subin fidgeted with her fingers, steeled herself, and finally spoke.
"Will you marry me?"
I'd been bracing for a "let's date," so the sudden marriage proposal made me blurt out without thinking,
"…What?"