First Orgasm
A wet, sliding hush of skin on skin. Then a light, rapid tapping.
"Mmph... haah... nngh... mmphhh......"
Min-ah's fingers worked with hungry purpose, pressing down on her clitoris and circling it clockwise. Every time she bore down, a jolt like electricity seemed to spill from that tiny bud and paralyze her entire body. And when she eased the pressure just a fraction while still circling — the explosive rush of pleasure that followed was more than enough to strip her down to a bitch in heat.
"Hah... hhup... haaah......"
Her father, Eun-hyeok, was home. His room sat diagonally across from hers, a fair distance away — but if she moaned too loudly, he would hear her without any trouble at all. So she clamped her left hand over her mouth.
"Mmph... mmphhh.... mmph......!"
A thick gush. Then another.
Arousal poured from Min-ah's pussy like water, dripping in heavy beads, soaking her blanket without mercy. It was a thin blanket — and it was growing wet not only on top, but underneath as well.
"Mmph...!!"
No... if the sheets get wet too... the laundry...
The thought of the mess she'd have to clean up flickered through her mind, but her fingers never stopped. Her head was already completely under the pleasure's control. The tapping grew heavier. The pressure of her fingers steadily increased.
Ahh... Dad... if Dad's cock went into my pussy... it would feel so much better than this, wouldn't it...?
An image of Eun-hyeok's erect cock took shape in Min-ah's mind. She had never experienced it herself, so her fantasy padded the details until it became a club of impossible size — something that couldn't exist in this world.
"Haha... Dad... Dad's......"
She mashed down on her clitoris, over and over. Each press sent a coughing surge of wetness welling up from her pussy.
"Haa... haa... nngh... what... is thisss......"
The space between Min-ah's pussy and her lower belly — the place where her womb sat — began to grow hot. A sensation like craving, like needing something. She knew at once what it was.
A man's cock.
Dad's cock.
But I can't have it right now. I can only imagine it. I can't even put my fingers in.
She pulled the left hand from her mouth and stared at it for a moment.
Should I put it in? Or not?
No. This place belongs to Dad. I can't.
But if I don't... the womb inside me... it won't hold out. I'm going crazy. I want something long and hot.
Min-ah's left hand began to drift slowly downward. Even as her face said she didn't want to, her right hand started moving even more violently.
"Ha... haaammph... hiiiit... haaugh! Haaaaaa......!"
Her voice was growing louder.
"You... as long as I don't put it in......."
Gush after maddening gush. Her right hand flying.
"Ah... nooooo!!!"
A hissing spray burst out of her — a sharp, rapid jet, then another.
With that cry, clear water began shooting from Min-ah's pussy in fast, pulsing bursts, like a water gun. It was shiofuki.
"Ah... aah... aaaaah... ah... noooo, haaauuugh!!"
Her hips bucked of their own accord, the spray soaking every corner of the bed. She hurriedly shoved her pussy deep under the blanket, but there was no stopping what was coming out. Jet after jet after jet.
"Haa... aaaaaah......."
A moan of sheer despair. The thought that Eun-hyeok might hear her didn't even occur to her. A massive orgasm had seized complete control of her mind.
"Heugh... heuht... heut... haahk......."
Her entire body shuddered as if she were a leaf in a gale. From her lower pelvis to her ass, she jerked and bounced as violently as a broken machine.
"Haa... haa... haa......"
An orgasm from clitoral stimulation tends to fade faster than one from penetration. It was the same for Min-ah. A feeling of staggering happiness — as if she'd taken a drug — wrapped around her entire brain, then vanished. For that one instant, it had been a pleasure that let her forget everything.
"Ah... this is... bad......"
The moment it faded and her sanity returned, only one thought occupied her mind.
There's no way... Dad heard that, right?
Min-ah looked toward her bedroom door. No sound. Paying no mind to her soaked lower half, she approached the door and pressed her ear against it. Nothing.
He didn't, right? Dad didn't hear, right?
She took the doorknob and turned it quietly. A soft click. She eased the door open a crack and peered outside.
Silence. The darkened living room and kitchen looked as if no one were home at all. The only sign of life was a faint glow leaking through the closed door of her father's room.
"Hahh......"
It seemed her father hadn't heard after all. Min-ah quickly shut the door, stripped the soaked blanket and mattress pad, and stuffed them into a large bag.
"...I'll have to hit the laundry first thing in the morning."
Fortunately, there was a twenty-four-hour self-service laundromat nearby. She could go at dawn, once her father was asleep. Two hours would be enough to wash and dry everything.
She pulled a fresh set of pajamas and panties from the drawer.
Next time... I should at least use a gag or something......
Not once did she say she wouldn't do it again. Of course not. A person who has felt an orgasm never stops at just once. That electric thrill — it was exactly like a drug addiction.
"If it's this good with just my hand... how much better would it be with Dad?"
Min-ah's face flushed pink. Apparently she was imagining a scene of herself having sex with her father. But she quickly shook her head.
This isn't the time.
There was a lot to clean up. She needed a shower, and she had to tidy the room her shiofuki had wrecked — she'd been walking around with her lower half completely soaked, after all. She hurried into the shower. And unlike before, Min-ah's face had gone strangely peaceful.
After dinner and a stretch of idle chatter with my daughter, we brushed our teeth and retreated to our own rooms.
"Good night, sweetheart."
"Good night, Dad."
Click.
"Hahh......"
I-it's over. Thank god. I'd braced for the worst, but we'd gotten through it. I'd been lucky.
If my daughter had stayed in what she'd been wearing at first, I would have made a terrible mistake. I would have become a beast instead of a father. This family would have fallen apart. Fortunately, she'd changed clothes. The cold weather had been the reason.
"First time I've ever been grateful to the weather."
By the time we'd finished dinner, things had gone back to completely normal. Over tea, the conversation turned to my daughter's university orientation. I also needed to honor the request Dr. Baek had made of me — and I'd managed to secure the time for that, too.
My daughter didn't want to be apart from me. That was why she didn't want to go to orientation either. Which meant my job was to make sure she actually went.
Going would be good for her. Not going would almost certainly cost her. The most important thing — building a class schedule — favored the students who actually showed up. Just finding out which lectures to take and which to avoid was already getting everything orientation had to offer. On top of that, the kids who attended tended to become friends fast.
My daughter had suffered a great deal to get into university. Especially once she started high school, she barely made any friends — just shuttling between school and home, burying herself in her studies. I wanted her to actually enjoy college life now. She didn't need to worry about making a living, after all. So I wanted her to meet more people, to experience more.
I never had. I never learned how to choose the right person. That's how I ended up marrying the worst possible woman. I didn't want my daughter walking the same path I had.
She wasn't my daughter by blood, but after raising her and living with her, I'd started to see myself in her in all sorts of ways. Her social life couldn't be as closed-off as mine had been. I wanted her to experience a lot of people, and to know how to tell the good ones from the bad. The orientation she was about to attend would serve as a foothold for exactly that.
And on top of it, I'd secured the time to keep my promise with Baek Ah-rin. Two birds with one stone.
The phone started vibrating. It was Baek Ah-rin. I'd received her text and never replied, so she'd apparently decided to call. She probably wanted to apologize.
"...Perfect timing."
I tapped the call button on the screen.
Her voice came through so loud it felt like my eardrums were about to tear off — the tone of a capital offender throwing herself to the ground in apology.
"Hey, you're gonna blow out my eardrums. Why are you yelling like that?"
"I was so inadequate I showed you something you should never have had to see. I deserve to die!!"
"No you don't, damn it."
"But to atone for the sin of causing you so much trouble... there's nothing but dying......"
"Don't you talk about dying!"
I barked it at her. For a moment, Ah-rin went silent.
Death. That was something you didn't even joke about. I had already lived through my parents' deaths. I couldn't stand the people around me talking about dying, even as a joke.
"Don't talk to me about dying. Got it?"
"Yes... I'm sorry... sunbae."
Her voice wilted. Even so, it was brighter than I'd expected. She'd thrown up and gone to sleep, so she'd apparently come around faster than I thought. The truth was she'd just downed one bottle too quickly — she hadn't actually drunk that much. And because she'd thrown it up, not much of the alcohol had been absorbed through her gut anyway.
And then... maybe it was because she'd drunk and told me about her miserable family history. Or because she'd blacked out afterward. Or because I'd carried her all the way home and washed her......
No. It was probably all three.
Those things had left her so embarrassed that she seemed to be trying even harder to sound bright. Behind that cheerful front, there was a dark shadow. She'd tried to overcome it, and now she was trying to hide it again the same way.
That wouldn't do. If I wanted to stop that, I had to give her what she wanted. I had to go there, listen more deeply to her pain, and hold it with her. That was the only way her heart would heal even a little.
"I've got good news."
"Y-yes?? What kind of......"
"You said let's go on a trip."
"Ah...? Yes...? Me?"
Apparently she didn't remember — she'd said it while she was drunk.
"Then it's settled. Keep Wednesday through Saturday of next week free."
"Yes...? Why... why would you say that, sunbae?"
"I'm closing the clinic. We're going to Jeju Island."
"Ah... yes... is it a hospital workshop...?"
"No. Just you and me."
A beat of silence.
And then — a shout of staggering volume.