The First Meal We Shared
The passage within me tightened with a slow, deliberate pressure, raising its heat and grip as though it refused to release what it held—as though determined to wring out every last trace of what was inside.
"Ngh—! Ahh! Mmn!…"
Even after my climax, the after-reflexes of pleasure made my body jolt here and there on its own, and I couldn't hold back the moans spilling out of me.
"Mm, good… that look on your face. Your cum, your expression—I love it all."
Even through all of it, Sunha didn't tire in the slightest, simply gazing at my face and smiling, endlessly.
Perhaps because she'd once told me that seeing my face soaked in pleasure through her own body was both her happiness and her peak, I felt—somehow—a strange fullness at having satisfied her.
"Ha… nnh…"
Emptied of everything inside me—or emptied out by her—my legs gave way, and I collapsed on top of her, folding my body over hers.
"You did so well, oppa. That was the best meal I've ever had. I'm really glad I chose you."
"…Mm, yeah…"
As the pressure inside her gradually subsided, Sunha gently stroked the hair of the head resting in her embrace and wrapped me in a warm hug.
A rush of satisfaction and pride washed over me—I'd had my first sex, the very thing I'd only ever drawn in my dreams, and with a beautiful woman I'd fallen for. But my languid, spent body wouldn't let the feeling last.
"I love you, oppa… I'll stay by your side forever. When things are hard, when you're sad, when you're happy—anytime at all… I love you… I love you… I love only you…"
As her hands drifted softly through my hair and along my back, she whispered her love like a lullaby, sweet and low, sealing me into the pleasant languor that follows sex.
"By the way… you're not planning to stop at once, are you?"
"…Huh?"
Sleep had just begun to creep over me when Sunha suddenly asked, her voice a whisper.
"You can do more, can't you? Don't you want to keep going? We've only done it once—can you really be satisfied with this? It's the sex you dreamed about—with me, Sunha, right? We can do it until you're sick of it. As much as you want. I don't mind at all. It's not a chore, not a bother. It actually makes me happy. Truly… you're not ending it at just once, are you?"
Swish.
Sunha cupped my face in both hands and lifted it, pleading shyly with flushed cheeks and glistening, wet eyes.
"Sunha—"
"You don't want to? But what's yours is already growing hard inside me, though?"
Even so, I couldn't help calling her out when she was being this brazenly obvious—but the monster just glanced down at the place where we were still connected, then looked back at me.
"So human men really are weak to this kind of thing."
With a rather triumphant note in her voice, the monster smiled her first genuinely mischievous smile.
Faced with that impish attitude and expression—more openly displayed than ever before—I knew I'd lost the round, but as a man, there was nothing I could summon to fight back against it.
"Human men are pitiful creatures—knowing full well they're being played, yet unable to keep from falling for it."
"S-shut up!"
Swish.
The moment I cried out in mortification, Sunha pulled my neck into her arms and began whispering sticky and sweet against my ear again.
"Oppa… let's—"
Her voice carried the lingering heat of sex, the air between us thick with the mingled scent of a woman's and a man's hormones.
"—do it one more time? I want it. I want your cock… I want it. I'm… not satisfied yet. I want more sex."
Again I say it: there was no one on this earth—a man above all—who could have refused that overwhelming temptation.
"A perfect effect, I'd say."
Feeling what was mine grow hard and strong inside her once more, the monster curled the corners of her mouth upward.
* * *
Once was not the end.
Honestly, I couldn't even remember how many times we did it.
Any ordinary man, after a round of masturbation or a single bout of sex, would inevitably drift into that post-climax lull. But the monster relentlessly probed every weakness I had, kept me hard again and again, and I—my mind half dissolved—climbed toward climax over and over without pause.
Then, at some point, I hit my limit, and wrapped in her arms with a pleasant weariness settling over me, I drifted off to sleep…
"You're awake?"
A delicious smell soothed my stomach, and when I opened my eyes, there was the monster, sitting quietly beside a beautifully laid-out spread of food.
"Did I wake you? Sorry—the meal can wait, so sleep some more."
"…Ah, yeah… n-no, that's not… haahhmm… what time is it…?"
Still heavy with the drowsiness and haze left over from sex I couldn't even remember, I mumbled the question, half-asleep.
"One twenty in the afternoon."
"…What?"
Shocked awake by a number far past any start of a workday, I kicked off the blanket and bolted upright in an instant.
"It's Saturday. Isn't today your day off?"
"…Oh."
Only at her addition did I realize today was a holiday, and I let muscles that had snapped taut go slack all at once.
Then, throwing the covers back and finding myself completely bare, a wave of embarrassment hit me, and I burrowed back in to hide my body.
"Why hide something that's nice to look at?"
At that, the monster cast a lingering, faintly regretful glance at my crotch.
"No, that's not… why are *you* naked too…?"
I hadn't registered it earlier in my daze, but the monster was as naked as I was.
She'd set out a whole meal, which meant she'd been up long before me—she'd had plenty of time to dress.
"I thought this state would keep you in a constant state of arousal."
"If you stay like that my mind won't hold up… so put some clothes on. And honestly, if you keep it up, one day I'll just get used to it and feel nothing at all when I see you naked."
I'd only meant to rein her in, but even as I said it, I was surprised at how surprisingly plausible the argument sounded.
"That's… actually sound reasoning. You really are clever."
When the monster looked briefly startled, then nodded in acknowledgment and offered the praise, I felt a little sheepish. Then she pulled some clothes from the bag she'd brought from home and changed into something light.
Black-and-white dolphin shorts from a famous brand, and a white string-tank that left her toned midriff bare.
It was definitely not my imagination that this felt more lewd than full nudity had.
"…Judging by that reaction, I take it this arouses you more. An excellent choice, then."
When the monster, who had been quietly studying my gaze, smiled, I flinched and looked away in fluster.
"I'm not aroused. And stop saying weird stuff…"
"Understood. In any case, you seem fully awake now—shall we eat?"
"Ah, yeah…"
I threw on the discarded clothes haphazardly and sat down across the table from her.
Like yesterday, sitting face to face with someone over a meal still felt awkward—and yet, strangely, it made my chest ache in the best way.
"You made all of this?"
Only belatedly taking in the table bending under a veritable feast, my eyes went wide and I couldn't help asking.
Grilled eel, seaweed soup, braised short ribs, aged kimchi, oyster fritters, seasoned vegetables, sliced raw fish—an array of every delicacy imaginable, more lavish than any spread I'd ever been given in my whole life.
A meal my parents had never once made for me—the kind of table I'd have been slapped for even asking for.
"While you slept, I went outside and bought the ingredients and made it. Though for a few dishes, I haven't had time to learn them yet, so I bought those instead of making them. I'm sorry."
Apologizing, of all things, after setting down a table like this—it flipped my guilt into sheer flusterment.
"What are you even sorry for…? This isn't just enough, it's overflowing. Thank you so much… I mean it—really, I've never in my life had a meal like this…"
"I see. That's a relief. In any case, as long as you're satisfied, anything I do is fine."
As long as you're satisfied, anything is fine. That single line made my chest tighten and tremble.
Just having someone set a small table for me after years of living alone would have been enough to move me—but a table like this… I nearly choked up, though I forced myself not to show it.
"Can I eat?"
"Of course."
"Thank you… I'll dig in…"
After offering my thanks once more, I picked up my spoon—and the monster lifted hers at exactly the same moment.
Come to think of it, there was a bowl of rice set in front of her too.
"…Huh? You… you eat this kind of thing? But yesterday…"
"Eating as humans do means nothing to me. But yesterday you seemed uncomfortable with me just staring at you while you ate, so I'm joining in—that's all. …Do you dislike it? If you do, you can be honest and say so. Even if you do, it truly won't bother me. You are always my first priority."
Stirred by those selfless words, I had no idea what I was supposed to say.
And though I felt a little guilty toward her for it—while yesterday's conversation had resolved some of my doubts, the truth was a sliver of suspicion still remained.
Seen coldly, the monster simply wanted to consume my high-quality semen, and was caring for me only as a means to that end.
Thinking of it that way, her behavior was perfectly comprehensible on a rational level. But human beings, by nature, prize the emotions they feel right in front of them far more than any such logic.
Once again emotion surged up and I nearly broke, and once again I barely managed to hold it down. But I couldn't stop the slight tremble in my voice.
"No… if anything, I'm the one who's sorry… but if you're okay with it, let's eat together. It's better than just staring at each other from across the table, I think. For you, and for me. And for us."
"…I see."
The monster looked at me with warm, soft eyes, then let out a small laugh.
"It's nothing special, but eat plenty."
"Nothing special, you say, looking at *this*? Anyway—thank you for the food!"
Hungry, I cried it out with feeling and moved my spoon to repay what she'd set before me, and the monster did the same.
And so, for the first time, we shared a meal.