The First Kiss

"Shut your mouth. You stink."

"…Trash."

The instant the word left me, I stared at Kim Yuna's lips, pressed into a hard, bloodless line, and let out a long breath. Coherent thought refused to follow.

"You do realize you're the one who brought this on, don't you?"

"What did you just say?"

"Who told you to be this pretty."

"Don't give me that bullshit... nngh."

I straightened my back until our eyes were level again. From the L of my kneel I inched my knees forward until I was right in front of her, braced my left arm on the bed, and set my right hand on her shoulder.

"I'm going to kiss you. It's my first kiss, so focus."

"..."

"An answer."

"...Yes. Yes."

I exhaled, turned my head a careful sixty degrees, and slowly leaned in. Her face, rigid with tension, drew nearer by degrees.

Squish.

This was a kiss? It felt like pressing two warm hamburger buns together against my mouth. The tickle of Kim Yuna's trembling breath against my upper lip was utterly strange, and a shiver ran through me that stood every fine hair on my body on end.

Fuck. Is it even legal to feel this good from lips alone?

I pulled back, and this time I licked her lips with my tongue.

Lap.

"Nngh...!"

"Stay still, please."

"Mm... mmph... hnnn..."

Whatever she hated so much, her whole body shuddered every time my tongue touched her. I could feel what I thought were the fine creases of her lips, one ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠by one. The lipstick tasted faintly of crayon.

"Tastes good."

I opened my eyes and mashed my tongue hard against her mouth, smearing it. I wanted to watch the reaction with both eyes. I pointed my tongue and pushed it between her lips. Startled, she arched and tried to pull away, and I followed at once.

"Nnnngh..."

Watching her eyelids tremble, I slid my tongue in as slowly as I could. Doing it like this, it really did feel like rape.

...Is it rape?

I dragged the tip of my tongue left and right along the vertical ridges of her front teeth, then drew my lips away. From all the rubbing, her lipstick had smeared in a messy ring around her mouth. And right then, a good idea occurred to me.

"Ah. This time, you do it, Helper."

"What? Your first kiss is already over."

"Then it's my first time having a second kiss. No—call it my first time being kissed with the woman in charge."

I yanked out my phone and started recording. Kim Yuna's face twisted.

"Let's not film this. As a matter of basic decency?"

"Why not. It's my first time being filmed. You've got to help."

I flipped it to selfie mode and brought the lens in for an extreme close-up of our mouths.

"What are you doing. We're rolling. Jump me. Like you can't hold it in, like you're throwing yourself at me. The way you do it with your boyfriend."

"Haa... This is revolting. Seriously."

She kept glancing at the lens, hesitating, and in the end she slowly brought her face closer.

"I said do it like you can't stand it anymore. Don't think you can phone this in."

"God, fine, I said I got it."

Painfully aware of the camera, timid as she was, she started the kiss.

"Mm, lick, nn, lick."

Is this how she kisses her boyfriend?

She licked my outer lip the way a puppy would, almost like she was petting it.

"Open your mouth."

She was the one giving the order, so I had no choice but to open.

"Ah... nnyuh."

Kim Yuna sharpened her tongue and drove it straight into my mouth.

"Eugh... mm... heh... fuh..."

I rolled my tongue as hard as I possibly could. Hers, stiff at first, began to loosen. Rubbing our lips together, I slammed my excitement straight into the kiss.

Ahh. So this is paradise.

I swept the ridges of her palate with the tip of my tongue, then forced it under Kim Yuna's unmoving tongue and licked the pool of spit gathered there.

"Swallow it. What are you saving it for."

I gulped down the saliva she'd been collecting until her mouth was slick and noisy. At the end I sucked on her lips as if I meant to draw them out of her, and then I pulled away. Maybe her spit wasn't as thick as I'd expected. There was no glistening strand between us, the way I'd seen in porn.

"This is how you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠kiss."

"Understood, Helper. You're good at this. Hmm... wonder if the video came out all right. Ah, we skipped one. Helper, look at the camera."

"Why?"

"While I kiss you, look only at the camera. Not at me."

"You really do have peculiar tastes. Mmph..."

I lunged for her lips again. Her flushed eyes squeezed shut, then finally turned toward the lens.

"Mm... hehh... mm..."

I took her lips into my mouth and sucked at them the way a fish mouths at feed. Her mouth was still open. I put my tongue in and swirled it, rooting through every corner of tongue and mouth, trading saliva. She couldn't even close her eyes. Staring into the camera, her cheeks trembled in little spasms.

"Eugh... mmph... mp..."

Only ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠when my jaw started to ache did I slowly pull away.

"Phew. Are you done?"

"One last kiss of affection. For me."

"I don't have any affection."

"This is Sex Instruction, isn't it? Put your whole heart into it."

"...Mwah!"

Ugh. Fuck.

It was a peck with not a shred of feeling in it, and I got hard anyway. I stopped the recording.

"Haaaa..."

I stood and stretched, then let my gaze drift to the space beside her.

No wonder my knees ached. I'd been kneeling for ten minutes.

"..."

I studied Kim Yuna's face—the look of someone whose soul had stepped out after a handful of kisses. Dazed, spit still shining on lips she hadn't bothered to wipe, the corners of her eyes flushed red.

Can't spit it out in the open. Doesn't want to swallow it. That it?

"For someone giving Sex Instruction, you're worn out already?"

"The mental stress is considerable. Thanks to a certain someone."

I wiped her glistening lips with my thumb. Kim Yuna knocked my hand away hard with her arm.

"Don't pull shit like that. Do you think I'm your girlfriend? This is Sex Instruction. Every time you do this, I seriously want to get up and walk out, you know that?"

"Okay, okay. Hell of a temper on you. It is Sex Instruction. Sex. In. Struction."

I let out a short laugh and looked down at my junior. Hard since the kissing, it already had precum beading thickly at the tip. Kim Yuna's eyes wavered all over again.

Time to get her clothes off, then.

I looked her up and down where she sat, and the corner of my mouth curled on its own. I snatched up the hands she'd folded so demurely on her knees. Her arms wouldn't lift. She was putting strength into them.

"What's the matter?"

"From here, I'll do it."

"What?"

"From here on I'm actually playing the Sex Instruction Helper, so I'm the one doing it."

"No... but there's stuff I want to do."

You too, Chio?

A scenario the God wants? Ah. You mean He already built it into the hypnosis when He cast it?

Shame. No matter how high I fly, in the end I'm still just the God's errand boy.

Yeah? All right. The God wasn't exactly handsome, was He.

Remembering the filthy old man from my memory, I nodded.

"Fine."

Kim Yuna lifted both arms over her head and rose from the bed.

"...?"

"What are you doing. You're not taking it off."

"Ah."

Watching her face, kneading at her skin as I went, I started peeling off the ivory cardigan. It was oversized, the hem quite long. Midway through, a lipstick tumbled out of it and rolled across the floor. I popped the cap. Thankfully it hadn't broken. I licked the top of the bullet like a piece of candy and closed it again. Kim Yuna's expression was that of someone ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠climbing the gallows.

"Don't throw this away."

I set the cardigan and the lipstick neatly in a corner of the motel room and came back to her, still standing with her arms raised in surrender. Under the cardigan she had on a slightly sheer white T-shirt and a white sports bra. I was still deciding what to take off next when she spoke.

"Grab my right arm."

I caught Kim Yuna's right arm the moment it dropped. Not knowing what she wanted, I played with it, lifting it and letting it fall. Whatever awful order was landing in her head, her face contorted—then, with a sigh, it slowly smoothed out again.

"T-taste it. Just once. Nngh..."

"Yes, ma'am."

This is the scenario the Hypnosis God wanted? I fucking love it.

I gripped her wrist the way you'd grip a thick stick and brought her five fingers up in front of my face. The way she flinched, just for an instant, was well worth seeing.

Sniff. Sniff.

"Do you wash your hands properly?"

"..."

"Answer."

"Yes. Don't ask me things like that. Just hurry up and t-taste it. You're annoying me."

"Yeah, yeah."

Whether it was hand cream or not, a faint lemon scent rose from her limp fingers. It felt like inspecting her nails. Kim Yuna's were immaculate, not a speck of dirt, coated all over in something like clear resin. I put them in my mouth and started sucking.

"...Nngh... I really hate this."

It was barely a mutter, but she was close enough that I heard every word. I slipped my tongue between her nails and tickled her. She flinched and tried to pull free, but her forearm was locked in my hand. Maybe because it was winter, her fingers were cold.

"Not the hand anymore. Come up now."

"What?"

For a moment her face still resisted. Then, from an expression that had gone nearly blank, she scowled as if she were irritated.

"Not the hand. Lick all the way up my forearm. Do I have to say it again before you understand?"

"No. It's just... way too perverted."

"Teaching you things like that is what Sex Instruction is."

"Aha."

Without a shred of hesitation I licked past her fingers and her palm and on up the forearm. She craned her neck, instinctively rejecting my approaching face, and a thin sound escaped her throat.

"Eek."

Her forearm was thin enough that my palm could nearly cover it. The fine hairs left the dry skin occasionally salty—seasoning, of a sort.

"How... does it taste?"

"Good. Mmm."

"Nnh..."

White, and soft. Every time my tongue touched, the down on her forearm gave a tiny twitch. The tongue that had been working its way up soon met the cotton shirt covering her armpit. I smacked my lips and set her arm down.

"Done. What's next?"

"..."

I ignored the look on her face—like she was witnessing something past description—and smacked my lips again.

Are women's arms always this good?

"The clothes..."

I pressed in close at once, caught the hem of the T-shirt, and pulled it up. I lifted her limp right arm, worked the shirt off, and bare white skin appeared, save for her underwear. On her right shoulder was a butterfly tattoo in a strange design.

"..."

Hm. So she did have a tattoo. My lips went dry all at once. Reality seemed to crash in on me. No wonder she'd been talking about tattoos on the bus. A few tattooed guys weren't going to come looking for me later, were they? It's fine. It'll be fine, right? She was supposed to forget all of it. It should be fine.

"What are you doing. I said take the clothes off. No—the armpit first. No, what am I even saying..."

"Gladly."

Kim Yuna raised her arm, and her armpit was laid completely bare. I stroked the tattoo on her shoulder, then moved my hand to the pit.

Skrrt. Stroke.

God. This softness. As I rubbed, my sense of reality faded again. Anyway... right now this woman had no way to resist me. A toy for the God and for me. That was all there was to it.

"What a sight this is. A college girl in the flower of her youth."

"I'm in the middle of giving you Sex Instruction."

Srrk.

The dry armpit looked recently shaved—only a faint dark trace, not so much as a speck of hair. Her skin was so white that, hair aside, the blue veins deep in the hollow showed straight through. I looked into her eyes, expectant, and the words I'd been waiting for left her mouth.

"Lick."

"Haha. As expected of the Hypnosis God. It might tickle a little."

"Nnh...!"