If I Want You to Climax, You Climax
When she tried to meet my eyes, Ayoung seemed embarrassed and let her gaze slip aside.
I gently caught her chin and turned it back toward me.
I wanted her to look at me again of her own will, without force.
“Look at me. I want to lock eyes with you.”
At my sincere words Ayoung bit her lip and finally faced me.
In that position I slowly whispered praise.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Ugh…”
The sudden compliment flustered her.
If this had been our first meeting she would have ignored me even for praise like that. Because I was a man.
But now it was different.
No matter how much she was Ayoung, she could not stay completely cold toward someone she had known for a long time, someone who had listened to her worries and was currently fondling her breasts.
“Your breasts are really soft.”
“Ah, I get it already…”
“I want to keep touching them.”
“Then… keep touching…”
Mixing praise into the conversation like that gradually let Ayoung grow used to my hands.
Before long her thighs began to rub slowly against each other.
As expected, Ayoung was still a woman after all.
Her body was sensitive—the kind that climaxed easily.
Even if she hated men, her flesh still answered pleasure.
Knowing that, I deliberately raised the level of our talk higher and higher.
While I stole her concentration with conversation, my fingernails began gently scraping her areolae without her noticing.
“Haa… uh, uung, haeu…”
Ayoung’s breath grew hot, and the way she rubbed her thighs became blatantly obvious.
In the end she could not last even a few minutes before carefully opening her mouth.
“Are you… only going to keep touching around my nipples?”
“Hm? Should I stop? Does it feel bad?”
“It’s not that… heuut…”
Ashamed that she might cum from nothing more than her areolae being stroked, Ayoung kept trying to hold the pleasure back.
Well, climaxing so ungracefully when I had not even touched her nipples yet hardly matched her usual image.
Of course that was no reason for me not to make her climax.
Rather, it became the reason I absolutely had to make Ayoung climax.
So I continued chatting casually while gauging her pleasure, then suddenly pinched her left nipple.
*Pinch!*
“Hiyaaaaah♡”
Ayoung climaxed with a cute cry.
Love juices did not fountain out, but her expression alone told me she had felt a huge orgasm.
Her hips trembled and she covered her mouth with her hand.
Watching her, I kept gently circling that nipple with my fingers.
“Feels good, right?”
Her face flushed bright red, Ayoung glared at me a little.
She seemed a bit angry that I had suddenly pinched her.
But compared with her usual cold expression the gap was enormous, and she was ridiculously cute.
I shamelessly pretended not to notice her anger and went on.
“I’ll keep touching you like this and make you hate men a little less. You’ve already climaxed once from your breasts, so shall we try your pussy now?”
As I spoke I casually lowered my hand toward her pussy.
But before it even reached her lower abdomen Ayoung quickly caught my wrist and stopped me.
Seeing that, I tensed a little inside. Had she realized I was trying to fuck her?
Maybe I had been too blatant.
While I hovered, unable to move either way, Ayoung mumbled her lips and spoke in a mosquito-thin voice.
“…I… feel it easily… so don’t touch too hard…”
It turned out she was simply worried I might thrust into her pussy too roughly.
Of course I had never planned to go hard from the start.
If I treated Ayoung the way I treated Hayeon she might close her heart completely.
A woman like Ayoung needed time—slow coaxing with the tongue, then melting her gently.
I would not act rashly for fear that carelessly fucking her might shatter her from past trauma.
To look as trustworthy as possible I pressed my forehead to hers and whispered that she need not worry.
And to keep the mood from stiffening I deliberately mixed in a lewd joke.
“Seeing you climax just from a nipple pinch, you really do feel it easily. So I’ll touch you gently. Super gently.”
Hearing that, Ayoung glared at me again. As expected, cute.
My hand left her hot breasts and descended slowly—very slowly.
First I felt the softly rising contours of her ribs with every joint of my fingers.
I deliberately pressed firmly and stroked her flesh.
Every time my touch landed, her white skin flinched and reacted.
“Heuut…”
“Ticklish?”
“No… just… the feeling is weird.”
At the answer that still smelled freshly of virginity I smiled and continued downward.
Past her slender waist I gently cupped the ticklish side of her with my entire palm.
Caught between ticklishness and subtle pleasure, Ayoung held her breath and accepted the touch.
Next I arrived at her smooth, soft lower abdomen.
When I drew circles around her navel with a finger, her belly trembled finely.
“This is an erogenous zone too, huh.”
“I don’t know… having someone else touch me… you’re the first…”
I also pressed lightly on the flesh covering her womb.
In Hayeon’s case—already thoroughly developed by me—pressure here registered as external portio stimulation.
Whether she wanted it or not, a good press on her lower abdomen made her body climax.
Worried it might cause everyday trouble, I had not developed the other girls that far yet.
Continuing, I moved my hand to the inside of Ayoung’s thighs.
The softest, most delicate flesh. The warmth of my palm transferred to her skin.
The closer I drew to her pussy, the more her eyes fixed on my hand. Her breathing grew steadily faster.
Finally my fingers brushed her soft pubic hair.
Thanks to her having trimmed it neatly I simply stroked once and passed over.
Parting those hairs, I reached the destination.
The vice class president’s pussy.
*Squish.*
My hand met her pussy.
My fingertips parted the already thoroughly soaked folds and slipped inside.
Thanks to the long nipple play, Ayoung’s pussy was tremendously hot and flooding with love juices.
At a stimulus of a completely different intensity from her nipples she began moaning again.
“Ah, ang, haak… your finger is thick…”
I had touched Ayoung’s pussy once long ago, during a physical exam.
Back then, not long after I had possessed this body, my impressions of a woman’s pussy were still amateurish.
Now, after months of fucking countless women and freely fondling their pussies, different thoughts rose.
First of all her pussy was rather closed-off.
Unlike the others, perhaps because she truly hated the fact that a man was touching her, her entire pussy was stiff with tension.
So once again I tried to loosen the strength in her body through praise.
“Your pussy squeezes so well.”
“The inside is really hot.”
“I can feel the vaginal folds on my finger—can you feel it too?”
“It’s swallowing my finger so well. Good girl.”
“Next, shall we try putting it in your ass?”
At first Ayoung answered shortly, but as the orgasm strengthened she soon could only moan.
Her pussy loosened a little, yet a great deal of tension remained.
Apparently a rejection of men still lived in her subconscious.
If I put my cock in like this it would definitely be tight and extremely painful.
Just then Ayoung lightly grabbed my arm.
“W-wait…! Haa, heu, heu, eung…!”
Aha. The climax was arriving.
I stopped for now as she asked.
The fingers that had been leisurely thrusting into her pussy halted.
Her moans weakened a little.
But that alone could not stop the climax surging like a wave.
Even simply having a finger inside continued to stimulate her pussy.
Pretending not to know that, I did not pull my hand out.
With my other hand I brushed her sweat-soaked hair aside and spoke more kindly on purpose.
“You okay? Is it hard? Should we rest a bit?”
“No, it’s… eut, fine…”
“Yeah? Then I’ll start again.”
At those words her fingers fidgeted.
She seemed to want to stop me. But if I halted completely now, making Ayoung climax would take forever every single time. So I worked my tongue again.
“And if you feel like you’re going to climax, don’t hold it in—just climax. It’s about engraving into your body how good a man can make you feel.”
“Yeah…”
In the end she could not stop me.
*Squish squish.*
I began fingering again, wiggling the finger still buried inside her.
As expected, Ayoung was soon swept up in the wave of orgasm.
She reflexively tried to stop me, then remembered my words—if she felt like climaxing she should just climax—and let her hand fall still.
Ayoung squeezed her eyes shut and uttered words she had never spoken to anyone in her life.
“I-I’m gonna cum. Sihyuk, I… I’m climaxing…! I’m going to climax…! Kkeuhuuuuts♡”
*Pssshhhht!*
Ayoung convulsed and gushed climax juices, shaking her waist violently.
I had heard she usually hugged a big body pillow and rubbed her pussy against it to masturbate.
Since she had only ever rubbed the outside, she probably had little resistance to a thick finger stirring her hole.
In the end Ayoung came very refreshingly.
She climaxed while being caressed by a male friend she was not even particularly close with—even saying out loud that she was climaxing.
That sight drove my cock erect to its absolute limit.