The Motel

Was this really happening...? Was I actually about to lose my virginity...?

The moment I let myself believe it, my hands started to shake.

"Ahem."

I cleared my throat at Kim Yuna, who had been sitting there in silence with her eyes closed, and switched on the boiler.

Chio. Something just occurred to me. Can I not get system points or experience from a kiss or something like that?

Why do you think? Because I want to try a kiss. My first kiss.

Ugh, the smell of a woman... is this what a female smells like?

I sniffed at what I guessed was Kim Yuna's scent and drifted, pointlessly, toward a corner of the room. I could feel her sidelong glances tracking my every move, the way a sunflower follows the light.

A little? ...No. A lot.

I know that... but wow. My feet just will not move.

Okay. Slowly, from the start.

I met the eyes of Kim Yuna where she sat. The sight of that demure beauty drew a smile out of me before I could stop it. When I stepped closer, she opened her eyes.

"Don't come any closer."

"Why? Aren't you the one who's supposed to give me sex instruction for the whole day? If we just keep killing time like this, when exactly were you planning to start?"

"I... need to prepare myself too. Hands-on sex instruction is... a first for me as well."

Her face twisted, as if the wrongness of it had caught up with her again.

"All right, all right. I won't move unless I'm told. I'll just follow orders. So tell me. What should we start with?"

"Sex instruction means I teach you every bit of sexual knowledge I have... nngh. Wh-what do you want to know first? If you don't know anything at all, I'll take the lead..."

She clearly hadn't wanted to say it, but she said it anyway. By the end her eyes had gone slack and hazy.

So this was hypnosis?

"I—I can't even handle eye contact yet."

"Then shall we start with that?"

Kim Yuna lifted her head and met the eyes of the man who had come to stand before her.

I drew in one long breath and stared straight into her pupils.

Can't you tell by looking? We're having a staring contest.

What did you say?

Kim Yuna, still locked in the stare, yawned as if she were bored.

"Are we done?"

"Ah. Yes. That was helpful."

"And next?"

"Uh... oh. A handshake?"

"You have actually spent time around a woman before, right?"

"O-only in my imagination...."

"Ah. Right."

Kim Yuna held out her right hand. Pale, white fingers. The instant I closed my hand around them, every bit of strength ran out of me. They were impossibly soft.

"You sweat a lot, don't you? Nervous?"

"I've got hyperhidrosis... haa...."

A woman's fingers, felt for the first time, were soft enough to raise goosebumps. Even the slightest pressure from her hand made me flinch, and I could feel my own heart slamming so hard it seemed to flash behind my eyes. At this rate I was genuinely going to strain something.

"...Haa. Do I look it?"

Right!

The fear that the ability might vanish if I hesitated swallowed the leisurely mood I'd been trying to savor. Time to get to the main event.

I reached for Kim Yuna's mask.

"Nnh... what are you doing! I'll take it off."

"No. I want to take it off myself. This is sex instruction."

"Ha... fine. Do whatever you want."

I pinched the part over her nose, dragged the mask down in one pull, and tossed it on the floor.

"Wow."

A small, egg-shaped face met a slightly open V of a jaw, and the combination read as cute. In a word, she had the charming eyes of a puppy-faced beauty. The flush at the corners of those eyes only made me want to bite her more. Her skin looked white and soft, a little dry — she wasn't wearing makeup.

"You're not wearing makeup?"

"There's no particular reason... do I have to put makeup on to give sex instruction?"

"No. You're just so pretty. Prettier than I imagined."

At that one line, Kim Yuna's body gave a fine shiver.

"Could you not say greasy things like that? I don't particularly care for them. Especially during sex instruction."

Rrriiing—

A phone started ringing from somewhere. I jumped, pretended I hadn't, and looked around for the source.

What is that?

I pulled the smartphone from the pocket of Kim Yuna's coat.

"Crazy Bitch? Who is this? Is it okay if I answer?"

"No. Give it here."

Could be family... no. Nobody saves family under a name like that.

Agreed.

"Not family, right?"

"No. A friend. Why? Give me the phone. It's mine."

"Can't have anything getting in the way of sex instruction."

I set the ringing smartphone on the floor and switched it off. Kim Yuna's face went blank with panic, and she fumbled for words.

"Why... what are you doing?"

There was anger braided through her voice. Did she hate having her phone turned off that much?

"What, you're going to be on your phone while you're giving sex instruction?"

"That's not it. It's mine, so why are you messing with it. You're pissing me off."

"Pissed off? Ha. Today I'll make you beg and say you're very sorry."

"What the hell is this virgin bastard saying. Just because I was playing along."

Kim Yuna shook her head from side to side. And then the phone rang again.

Rrriii—

"Ah, fuck. Why do they keep calling."

"Give it to me."

"No. This is my sex instruction. Can't I do what I want?"

"If you're the student, act like the student. Please. Let's keep the line where it is."

"Aren't you my First Experience Helper? You're getting in the way of my first time!"

Kim Yuna's eyes trembled. Reading the hypnosis item's wording back at her seemed to help — a crease formed between her brows. Her anger and the hypnotic command to endure for the sake of sex instruction were colliding.

I shoved the smartphone in front of her face.

"What's the password? Turn it off so we can start the sex instruction already."

"That's..."

"Don't make me ask twice. Can't you just say it once? On a day this good. The sooner we finish, the sooner you can leave. That's better for you too, isn't it?"

Kim Yuna spoke through a scowl.

"6974... there."

"God, what ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a filthy slut."

"...What?"

"Talking to myself."

If you only went by her face, she's cute as a button, and yet she lives like this... it's hard to picture.

Tap, tap—

I punched in the password and brought up the home screen. Counting the missed call from a moment ago, there were Instagram notifications and dozens of texts waiting.

"Snooping through my phone is part of the sex-instruction routine too, I assume?"

"Yes. You're catching on now. I'm curious."

"Ha... why do I have to be the one to take a guy like you's virginity."

Looks like she's one of the popular ones. Then again, with a face like that, it'd be harder not to be.

The phone... if I turn it off, someone might get suspicious, so I'll just stash it somewhere.

I set Kim Yuna's smartphone on the bathroom sink and came back out. Returning, I knelt again in front of her face. Whether she was irritated or simply disgusted, she wouldn't meet my eyes. I let my gaze travel over that face with its eyes shut, and my cock swelled in no time at all.

"Ohh..."

Of course it did. I could count on one hand the times in my life I'd seen a woman's face up close, and now I was studying one this defenselessly, near enough to see her pores. Not getting hard would have been the strange part. On top of that, I'd held off on masturbating for a whole week....

Kim Yuna's expression, fixed on the front of my pants, gradually contorted.

"You saw it? Then you've got some idea in your head of what you're going to be doing from here on, right?"

"Well... roughly."

"First I'm going to do the things I want to do. If there's something I don't know, that's when you can give me sex instruction. Understood? You're only the 'helper,' after all."

"Do as you like."

Ah... my underwear is killing me. Can I take my pants off?

Right... haa.

Slip—

I took off my pants. Faced with Kim Yuna's blank expression, as if she had lost all feeling, my breath roughened on its own.

I can't hold it.

I stripped the rest of the way, down to my cotton tee and my underwear, then took the shirt off too. Her nostrils flared and narrowed as she breathed, and I watched them. A mischievous impulse hit me, and I pinched the tip of her nose.

"Mmph..."

Her nose blocked, Kim Yuna froze for a moment, then parted her lips a little and let the breath out. In that gap I slid a finger into her mouth.

"Kkh... gk."

Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. Teasing the inside of a mouth with a single finger was more fun than I'd expected.

"Oh. Do you not brush your teeth?"

"Wha' kinda bull... I do, I do. Worr..."

"Then why does your breath smell this bad."

"Ngh... bullshit. Really... mmph..."

The prank had flustered her so badly she couldn't even get a sentence out. I fixed my eyes on Kim Yuna's lips again. She closed both eyes, as if she no longer wanted to take in what was happening. Well, that was fine by me.

Whether she'd put something on or not, there was a smooth film of oil over her lips.

Press—

"Mmph...!"

"Doesn't look like you did your makeup, but you did put on lip tint. Who were you trying to look good for?"

I pressed until the shape of her mouth smeared, then took my finger away. A red lipstick mark had come off on my fingertip and under my nail. My underwear swelled as if it might split. I was starting to worry it might bend the wrong way.

Ah, fuck it. She was hypnotized anyway. What was there to hold back for?

In the end I took off my underwear too, and knelt in front of Kim Yuna again, completely naked.

"Open your eyes. You're supposed to be helping with my first time, so that irritated look is a problem."

I pinched her upper lip and her lower lip between index finger and thumb and pulled them apart. Kim Yuna's body gave one violent shudder, as if she'd been revolted.

I had fantasized about degrading a woman hundreds of times over. This was the real thing.

"Guhk... wha' are you..."

"Stay still."

"Ah—ahh...! Wha' does this have to do with sex instruc..."

"Come on. Just stay still. It's hard to get a look."

I took out my smartphone in front of her thoroughly scowling face and turned on the light.

"Say ah. Ah."

"..."

"Helper, would you say ah so I can see inside your mouth?"

"Do you think I'm some kind of sex slave? All I have to do is help you lose your virginity, so why do you want so much."

"This is my first time, all of it. My first time. Your lips touching my hand just now, too. All of it is a first."

"...Fine. You're the best. Do whatever you want. Ha."

Kim Yuna, apparently out of things to say, slowly opened her mouth. The phone's light poured into it. I hit record and held the camera up to her lips.

Naturally, there wasn't much to see. A red uvula, the throat, a wet tongue. Tiny crumbs of toast, damp, stuck between her teeth. I kept breathing in that strange scent in front of her mouth — coffee, or saliva, I couldn't tell which — until it felt like half my brain was going to burn away from the excitement.