The Virgin-Killing Sweater
"What do you think is going to happen to me?"
Eunha licked her dry lips and stared piercingly at the 'Eunha' perched on the edge of the bed.
What floated through Eunha's mind was a primal curiosity about the unknown territory, mingled with an undeniable thick lust.
"Um..."
Eunha cautiously opened her mouth.
With both hands demurely clasped on her knees, she posed her question in a voice that crept in like a whisper.
"The first time... what did it feel like with Dojin?"
'Eunha' let out a soft chuckle at the question.
Even though it was her past self, seeing such transparent desire laid bare was both cute and strangely familiar.
"Curious? About your first night with your husband?"
"Y-yes... super curious."
"I'll tell you straight. The first time... it hurt like hell."
Eunha's shoulders jerked sharply at the answer.
"It had to hurt. Do you even know how big Dojin's is?"
"Uh, yeah... I've held it with my hand before."
"What? You've done it? When?"
"That time... when Dojin came to my place."
"Doesn't seem like Dojin would have asked first... don't tell me?"
Eunha averted her eyes from 'Eunha's gaze. At that sight, 'Eunha' smirked and added,
"Think about it—that ridiculously huge, rock-hard thing forcing its way into a tight spot that's never had anything inside it your whole life."
She raised her hand, gesturing in the air to approximate the size of Dojin's massive weapon.
"You'll feel your breath catch, a tearing pain down below like it's ripping you apart. It might even feel like your body's splitting in half."
"That... painful?"
Eunha swallowed hard, her face paling to a bluish tint.
She could feel her lower belly contracting sharply from the fear.
"But."
'Eunha' curled up the corner of her mouth and continued. "Once you endure that pain just once... then comes pleasure you can't even imagine."
"P-pleasure...?"
"Yeah. Dojin's beastly panting breaths, those rock-hard arms crushing you in an embrace. And that scorching heat throbbing inside, filling every last crevice."
Even 'Eunha's breathing was growing ragged as she described it.
"Once you start getting used to it bit by bit, the pain vanishes before you know it, and your mind melts into a white haze. You just... think you could live forever doing only this. Dojin fills your every thought all day, and you find yourself craving that hot thing inside you nonstop, like a bitch in heat obsessed with sex."
"Haa... haa..."
"The scariest part? The more you do it, the more it feels like your insides are perfectly remolded to fit Dojin's size and shape. Like... your sole purpose is to be his personal onahole."
"O-onahole...? What kind of talk is that..."
'Eunha' stood up and approached the entranced Eunha.
Tap-tap.
She extended her finger and prodded Eunha's lower belly, right around her navel.
"Dojin's tip. It'll come exactly this deep."
Eunha shuddered at the pressure of the finger pressing firmly on her navel.
"It'll mercilessly grind against your cervix entrance and thrust up right under your navel. The first time will hurt so bad you'll think you're dying... so bite your lip hard and clench your teeth. Otherwise, you might scream until your throat gives out."
"S-scary..."
Eunha cupped her flushed cheeks with both hands, trembling.
"Um, I-I'm really scared..."
Eunha cautiously gripped 'Eunha's collar and spoke up.
"For the first time... can you stay by my side? Help me out from the side..."
"Of course. Tonight, you're the star of the show. I'll support you perfectly."
With that, 'Eunha' walked over to the wardrobe in the corner of the room.
Slide-. She opened the door, rummaged inside, and soon pulled out her secret weapon she'd prepared.
"Here, your special combat uniform for tonight."
Eunha's eyes nearly bulged out of her head.
"W-what is this...?!"
It was what was colloquially known as the 'virgin-killing sweater'—a knit dress with a provocative design.
The front was primly covered in a turtleneck style, but the back was scooped open all the way up to just above the butt crack, essentially backless. The side seams were cut deeply too, exposing the sides of the breasts the moment you put it on.
"What else? Strip off all your underwear and wear just this against your bare skin. I'll put one on too, so hurry up and undress."
'Eunha' urged her, holding out the sweater, but Eunha recoiled in horror, hugging her body with both arms.
"No way...! How could I wear something like this? My boobs are totally visible from the side! The back's all cut out! I-I can't wear something so perverted...!"
Eunha shook her head vigorously, her face scrunched in distress.
Of course, 'Eunha's expression as she watched was one of utter bewilderment.
"Ha, seriously."
'Eunha' clicked her tongue and flicked Eunha's forehead with her finger.
"You know yourself. You masturbate thinking of Dojin, but you can't wear this?"
"Th-that's... ugh..."
Eunha turned into a mute, honey-smeared fool, unable to retort.
Her face burned like it would explode, but in the end, she pouted and reluctantly took the sweater.
"F-fine, I'll wear it... this is so humiliating..."
"Dojin will love it."
"St-still don't wanna..."
"Look at that lip curling up."
'Eunha' thought in exasperation, watching Eunha's mouth sneakily turning upward despite her pouty face.
Was I always such a lewd person?
I stood in front of the convenience store counter near my studio apartment.
"I'll ring you up."
Beep-.
The barcode scanner in the part-time clerk's hand scanned the four cold cans of beer I'd picked out.
To soothe my dizzy head, I desperately needed some cool alcohol.
Pregnancy. Crypto jackpot. And right now, two Eunhas facing each other alone in my studio apartment's main room.
My head was spinning. For real.
"Card?"
"Yeah. Here."
As I handed over my card and spaced out waiting for the receipt, the female clerk who'd finished ringing me up spoke to me.
"No pretty girlfriend with you today?"
"...Huh?"
I blurted out in confusion. The girlfriend she meant had to be 'Eunha'.
"You always come together, stuck right next to each other. I figured she'd be with you today too."
The clerk smirked, tossing in a jab with a bite.
"Honestly, it was super intimidating every time you came in."
"Did I... do something wrong?"
"Not you. But every time you even glanced at the condom shelf, she'd block you from buying any. Like, 'We don't need this stuff, right?'"
I could only clear my throat awkwardly at the wave of embarrassment.
"How do you think it felt watching that from the register every day? My eyes were burning holes; I thought I'd die."
The clerk continued playfully.
"Plus, that woman... every time she saw me, she'd give me this look like I was inferior and pathetic. Like a cat in a stare-down. 'My man's obsessed with me; don't even look.' You know, that victorious glare."
I bowed my head deeply, apologizing nonstop.
"Ah... I'm really sorry. I had no idea. Truly sorry."
"No need to apologize that much. I was just jealous. Wondering what it'd be like to have a hot, buff boyfriend like that."
"S-sorry... I'll make sure to discipline her properly."
The clerk waved it off and handed me the bagged beers.
Then she grinned mischievously.
"Anyway. No condoms today either, so looks like another hot night. Have fun with your girlfriend."
I let out a deep sigh and wiped my face.
"Yeah... you have a good night too, clerk."
Feeling guilty, I grabbed a vitamin drink from the counter, paid extra, and handed it to her as an apology.
"Bye~."
"Yeah... thanks for your work."
I bowed to the clerk once more and left the store.
The cold night air cooled my heated cheeks.
As I walked toward my studio apartment, plastic bag of clinking beers in hand, my heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.
Now, I had to go back. To the studio apartment where two Eunhas were waiting.
Honestly, I couldn't even imagine what conversation was unfolding.
I took a deep breath and flung open the front door.
"I'm home..."
I stepped cautiously inside. And froze right there.
Both Eunha and 'Eunha'.
Breasts bulging out between deeply cut side seams.
A dizzying back view with the spine and butt crack fully exposed in the open back.
No panties either—the hem of the sweater teasingly barely covering below.
The most important part... their pose.
Eunha and 'Eunha' knelt side by side on the living room floor, faces flushed.
Both looked up at me with moist, glistening eyes.
...'
I swallowed hard and closed the door.