A Signature Like No Other
A strange sign, skin pressed to skin, made my heart flutter.
It was the first time I'd ever seen a man's naked body—his genitals included—but since that, too, was simply a step in the signing process, I reminded myself that a professional had no business feeling embarrassed, holding on tight to my sense of duty.
Still, this was my first-ever experience of a sign in the form called sex, and my heart hammered like it had gone mad while my body temperature climbed slowly higher.
Born a woman, and for the first time in my life taking a man's thing inside me—this uncharted territory came bundled with curiosity, dread, and unease in equal measure.
"Ha-neul."
"Yes—yes, sir!?"
At the voice of the fan calling my name, I snapped my gaze up from below—where I'd been watching his thing make its way toward mine—and looked at my oppa.
At first I had thought of it as part of fan service and, out of professional pride, eagerly encouraged Hyun-ok's oppa to accept his sign—but by now the relationship had been turned on its head.
This kind of sign was my first, while on the other hand, oppa seemed more accustomed to this kind of sign than I was, dealing with me in a calm, unhurried manner.
...Huh... something about that seems... kind of contradictory, doesn't it...?
"Relax."
The question had abruptly raised itself in my head, but oppa's gentle voice pulled my consciousness back to reality.
"Thank you, but you don't need to worry about me! I've done this sign thousands of times, after all. Hehe..."
Feeling apologetic that I'd worried a fan, I bolstered my professional resolve all over again and smoothed my expression back into place.
"Really? So Ha-neul still thinks this is... that sex is... a sign? This exact moment, when my cock is punching through your hymen and opening up that pussy of yours for the very first time."
"......??"
I looked up at oppa as he smirked, his expression a little frightening, and rounded my eyes into a blank, incomprehending stare.
That's right...?
This is my first time having sex, but this is a sign, isn't it?
...Wait?
I've done signs thousands of times, but sex is a first... something about that... isn't that strange?
"Ah...!"
Just as I was puzzling over those scattered, odd little questions, something unfamiliar suddenly pushed its way into my lower belly, and a searing heat came with it—my whole body flinched and curled inward.
Nnngh...
The moment something living entered me, a foreign sensation churned up from my lower abdomen.
It pried at the mouth of my passage—already clenched tight with nervousness at this first-ever experience—and dragged it upward as it climbed in stages, only to stop short with a dull thud against something blocking the way.
"Ah, I can feel it... that sensation of something catching at the tip... so this is your hymen."
Hymen...?
Oh, right... I've never had sex before, so of course I'd still have one... my first experience, the one I swore I'd save for marriage someday and give only to someone precious...
"Ha-neul, I'm about to take your virginity now. It'll hurt a little, but bear with it. Signs are supposed to be hard work, aren't they? Right?"
"Ah—yes, yes sir..."
I forced an answer out, but there was no stopping my voice from warbling and shaking.
Piercing my hymen?
That means tearing through my own flesh, doesn't it?
...I'm scared...
Clutching his two captured hands tight in mine, all I could manage was to stare with anxious eyes at the manhood that had entered my body.
"Ngh... you're tighter than I expected, it's hard to move. Well, I suppose it doesn't matter."
"Huh...?"
The round thing inside me knocked against what barred the way a few times, thud, thud—and then, with a slick slide, it plunged straight through my barrier and buried itself deep inside in a single instant.
"Ahh!? It hurts, it hurts...!!"
The membrane inside me tore, and the flare of burning heat and pain brought tears spinning up as I squeezed my eyes shut.
My body twisted slightly with the pain; I hid the streaks running down from my eyes with one arm, and with my other hand I seized fistfuls of the bedcovers, enduring it the only way I could.
When he saw me suffering, oppa stopped the movement of the thing he'd placed inside me, and then suddenly said nothing at all.
Uneasy, I cautiously lowered my arm—and there between the shadows it had cast was oppa's face, looking down at mine with a smirk spreading across it.
The sight of it terrified me, and tears surged up so fast I began to sob.
"O-oppa... your-your face is scary..."
"Mine? Why? We're just in the middle of a sign—what's there to be scared of?"
"Yes—hic!... You're right. It's a sign. Of course."
At his perfectly reasonable words I answered while hemming and hawing, my trembling lips wobbling.
"Ha-neul, does it hurt?"
"Hm? Oh—no, no, hehe... I'm, I'm fine. But... the sign's finished now, right...?"
"What? We haven't even started yet. Besides, Ha-neul—why are you asking me that? You're the one giving the sign. You've done tons of signs, haven't you?"
"I... have, haven't I."
Something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong—but I couldn't for the life of me figure out what.
The questions kept surfacing one after another, but they drifted like clouds overhead, shapeless and impossible to grasp.
Then something in my head began pushing at me, scolding me for wasting thought on such pointless things, and I obeyed it as dutifully as if it were my mother's own voice.
Right. What does any of that matter? The sign isn't over yet, and I have a duty to see this sign through to the end for a fan who's waited so long.
Come on, Lee Ha-neul! You can do this!
"I'm going to move now."
With that warning, oppa stretched both hands out onto the bed beside my face and drove himself deeper between my legs.
His heavy male frame, so different from my woman's body, enveloped me entirely as he gazed down at my face from above.
That gaze—that expression—frightened me over and over, and I wanted to look away, but it didn't seem right to dodge a fan's expectations in the middle of a sign, so I mustered my strength and forced my lips into a smile, meeting his eyes.
But at oppa's next movement, the smile I'd struggled so hard to hold collapsed into nothing, and my face began to crumple with pain.
"Nghhk!... Ahh!, it hurts... oppa, it hurts, hic!"
Thud. Thud.
The heavy thing driving up through my passage hauled my insides upward again and again, then dropped down low, only to rise once more—repeating that rhythm over and over.
Unfortunately, in that process there was no trace whatsoever of the women lost in pleasure from those videos, nothing but pure agony and hurt.
It hurts, it hurts... Mom, it hurts, it hurts so much...
"Nnhh..."
To bear the pain I clamped down hard on the bedcovers and squeezed my eyes shut once more.
In contrast to me, oppa was panting with the joy of receiving a sign from an idol he adored, feeling and savoring everything within me to the fullest.
For a long while I did my best to ignore the alien thing moving inside me and prayed for nothing more than this grueling sign to be over soon.
"A face twisted up in pain is nice too, but even so, at this point I'd feel too guilty..."
Suddenly oppa stopped moving, and I looked up to see him gazing down at me with an apologetic little smile.
"Ha-neul, it hurts, doesn't it?"
"...Ah—it hurts... hic."
Out of tricks to keep up my composure, I answered honestly.
In front of oppa I'd started out acting cocky, showing off, putting on airs of maturity—but I was nothing more than a girl who had only just come of age today.
At some point I had forgotten I was Lee Ha-neul, the singer, the idol who danced on stages, and realized I'd become a helpless girl lying on this bed.
"I'm sorry... seeing you in pain like that, it made me feel sadistic. I wasn't supposed to do this to an idol I love... Whew. From now on, I'll make you feel good instead."
Feel... good?
The moment those words ended, my brain gave one sharp, violent twinge.
And as I winced, the sensations of my body began flipping over in real time, utterly indifferent to my will.
Like a single drop of black ink falling onto white water, that feeling rippled outward and spread through every corner of my body in an instant.
This thing I'd never felt before bloomed across my whole body—a strange, illicit, pleasant sensation.
Above all, the place where oppa's thing was buried inside me surged hottest, a tingling, craving pleasure rolling in stronger and stronger.
I did belatedly realize it was sexual pleasure, but the me of this moment was already overwhelmed just receiving the excitement that crashed over me like waves.
"Eh...? Ha-ahh!"
Startled by the incomprehensible change, I gasped—then as something electric shuddered deep inside me, a thick, honeyed moan burst out of me unbidden.
I slapped a hand over my mouth in reflexive shock, but it was pointless: from the place still joined with oppa, a pleasure beyond the power of words kept flooding in, wave after wave.
Oppa's thing, which had brought me nothing but endless pain only moments ago, was now registered by my brain as a conduit for the dopamine it craved every waking second.
"Ha-neul, what's wrong? Did it suddenly start feeling good?"
"Ah—no, that's... haah!"
Squelch... squelch...
As oppa began moving again, a wet, viscous sound—utterly different from the slap of skin before—started ringing through the room.
Everything that had flooded out of me in a rush of excitement helped my body receive oppa's thing all the more smoothly.
Thanks to that, my passage—once clamped rigid with fear and tension—grew soft and yielding, and every thrust dragged perfectly along the pleasure spots of my walls, kindling the sensation higher and hotter.
"Hah! Ha! Haah... nnh! Ha, ah... i-it feels... ha... good..."
An indescribable shiver ran down my spine and sparked through my brain, forcing me to admit, honestly, that it felt good.
As if the moment I'd been drowning in pain had all been a lie, my attention pulled helplessly toward the thing moving inside me, and I could no longer collect my thoughts at all.
What is this... it feels good, it feels so good...!
"Haahh! Ha, ha... goo... d... ha... s'good... ahh, I don't know, I don't... know anything about this..."
The expression that had been contorted in agony melted into pleasure all at once, and a slack, dazed smile drifted across my lips.
The tears at the corners of my eyes had long since dried, and in their place drool—proof of how good I felt—began trailing from the corner of my mouth.