Backside_Of_One (8)
To truly enjoy doggy style, getting the height right was essential. If the position felt awkward, it was hard to fully immerse yourself.
"L-, like this, on all fours?"
Hana, on all fours on the bed, glanced back over her shoulder and asked.
'The position's a little too high.'
With her tall stature, Ju Hana had model-like proportions and an eight-head figure. Naturally, her legs were long, so her hips sat higher than my cock when she was on all fours. Even insertion felt awkward.
"Can you spread your legs a bit and lower your hips slightly?"
"Okay."
I'd often been told I had long legs myself, but the height was still slightly off. It was probably because, due to female physiology, the pelvis sits higher than a man's.
'With Areum, it was actually too low and uncomfortable.'
When Areum got into doggy style, she had to spread her knees really wide toward me just so we could barely get our heights roughly aligned. With Hana, I had to bring my knees together. Since the two girls had over a 20cm height difference, there were subtle differences even in the same position.
"You don't have to spread them anymore. Are you uncomfortable?"
"Yeah. I think it's fine."
In the end, we matched the height. Good thing I was tall. If I were similar in height to Hana or shorter, it would have been awkward.
More importantly, her ass was insane.
I let out a small sigh of admiration and placed my hands on Hana's ass, stroking it in slow circles.
'The texture is fucking amazing.'
As my hands traced the curve of her moon-like ass, it felt like glutinous rice cake—soft and squishy yet chewy. I wanted to take a big bite out of it. I suddenly regretted not giving this ass any 69-style foreplay. I should have eaten her out properly earlier.
Not only the texture, but the shape was also incredibly beautiful. It was like a jar handcrafted by an artisan. I'd say it measured up to the beautiful curves of Goryeo celadon. It seemed like you could just sever the ass alone and display it as a work of art.
I forgot about insertion and just kept fondling her ass, endlessly admiring it.
"Whoa, your ass is... seriously insane......."
"Hmph. Ahem."
I heard her clear her throat, whether out of embarrassment or pride. Come to think of it, Hana was immensely proud of her ass.
I lightly slapped Hana's ass—cheolsseok, cheolsseok—and said.
"I admit it. An ass like this is worth being proud of. The photos didn't capture the real thing fully."
At that, I thought I heard a soft "Heuheut," a low chuckle. It was so faint I wondered if I'd imagined it. But when she leaned her upper body forward a little and arched her back to emphasize her ass even more, I figured I'd heard right after all.
I rubbed my fiercely erect cock against her ass, piling on the compliments.
"Your anus is pretty too. It's pink."
"?!"
In an instant, Hana flinched and ducked her body down, covering her ass with her hands.
"Wh-Why are you looking at that?!"
That was the loudest voice I'd heard from her today. I'd meant it as a compliment, but it seemed I had gone way overboard.
"Sorry, sorry. It was a compliment."
"D-Don't say things like that. It's embarrassing......."
At that, my expression turned a little strange.
'A girl who gets this embarrassed sent nudes like that?'
No, wait—a girl who sent nudes like that gets embarrassed over this? Make up your mind. I was getting cognitive dissonance.
Still, I couldn't exactly question her about it now, so I soothed Hana.
"I won't look, so lift your ass back up. I can't hold back anymore."
"...Don't look at it."
"Yeah, yeah. I got it."
Bullshit. How could I not see her anus in doggy style? Even if I didn't look on purpose, it was right there. It was actually her pussy that was hard to see.
Anyway, we got back into position.
Jireuk. Jjeureureureuk!
I shoved my cock in all at once.
"Haak! Hnk!"
"It doesn't hurt, right?"
"Unhh. It just goes deeper... than before......."
Doggy style normally allowed for deeper penetration than missionary. Hana's vagina was deep, fitting for her tall frame. She'd probably enjoy it more if I could bury myself to the hilt in doggy style.
Bubitbubit.
I grabbed her pelvis with both hands and pulled her onto me, pressing my pubic bone flush against hers. Keeping my cock buried to the hilt, I gently twisted my waist.
"Hik, hiik. Ahhk......!"
The feedback was immediate. Along with her colorful moans, her pussy clenched down hard on my cock.
'Ah, so fucking good.'
My cock felt amazing, but the sensation of her ass against my groin was insane too. Hana's smooth, unblemished ass was practically a third erogenous zone.
I wanted to see this ass ripple.
Unable to hold back any longer, I started to move my hips.
Cheolsseokcheolsseokcheolsseokcheolsseok!
I deliberately slammed my groin against hers with every forward thrust, creating a skin-slapping sound, and her ass began to ripple. How on earth could her ass be like this on such a slim body? Wasn't this a mystery of human anatomy?
"Ah, heuk! Ah, aahng! Haaang!"
Her moans grew louder as I kept up the rapid piston motion. I'd have to call them cries of pleasure now.
Jjugeokjjugeokjjugeokjjugeokjjugeok!
With each wet slap of flesh, my body trembled from the rebound, and Hana's moans shattered into fragments, echoing in the room.
"Euhh, I think I'm gonna come soon."
A weak sound. I'd never experienced doggy style this satisfying in my life. I could practically feel my balls churning out cum.
"Heueueungeung!"
Was it fortunate? Hana came first this time too. She seemed to prefer doggy style over missionary, moaning continuously before collapsing as if crumbling.
Her upper body had collapsed, but her ass stayed raised. In fact, this created the perfect angle for pounding. Hana, you'd already grasped the essence of doggy style on your very first time.
With the position now even easier, I put on a final burst of speed. I slammed my groin violently against that moon-like ass, driving up my urge to cum.
But then, suddenly, a pink flower petal came into view.
'I want to stick a finger in it.'
The thought came naturally. I scooped up some of her slick, dripping from her pussy. My fingers now coated, I straightened my index finger and brought it to her anus.
Ummjjik!
"Ch-, Cheol-jin?!"
"Sorry. Just a little."
I didn't even know what "just a little" meant myself. I was just acting on instinct.
Bubitbubit.
Her anus didn't yield right away. I circled my finger, spreading the slippery slickness like I was applying lotion, in circular motions.
And I didn't stop the piston motion while doing this. The sound of skin slapping, cheolsseok-cheolsseok, continued. Ju Hana, who had flinched in surprise and called my name, couldn't gather her wits and let out a breathless "Hik."
And then, at some point—ssook.
The tip of my finger slipped inside her anus. I'd finally gotten a finger in.
"Whoa."
I let out an involuntary exclamation of awe, holding my finger still inside. Why did this feel so satisfying? I didn't know, but my excitement spiked higher. The urge to cum, which had been building, exploded.
Ulkeok! Ulkeokulkeok!
"Euhh......!"
I definitely came more than the first time.
I let out a breath and collapsed, my body draped over Hana's. Her ass, now pressed even closer, gave a soft, squishy sensation against my groin.
Byureut, byureureureureut.......
I'd already come inside her the first time anyway, so I just let go as freely the second time. I was a little worried, but she'd said it was a safe day, so it was probably fine.
We lay side by side on the bed, holding each other in a daze.
*
After the afterglow faded,
"You want to wash up first?"
"...I can't move."
"Then I'll go wash up first."
"Okay......."
Leaving the exhausted Hana behind, I washed up first and came out.
"You should wash up now. Are you just going to sleep?"
"I'm sleepy......."
"If you don't wash up, I'll do it again?"
"?! I'll, I'll go wash up."
Hana jumped up and headed to the bathroom. Her steps were unsteady, so she seemed exhausted. No surprise, having gone twice in a row from her very first time.
I handed some clothes that would fit reasonably well to Hana when she came out from washing up.
"Wear that to sleep."
"I-, I can sleep over?"
"Of course you should sleep over. Where would you go at this hour?"
It was late at night. No matter how close her home was, I was worried about sending her alone. Well, I could escort her, but honestly, I was tired too and didn't want to move.
'My lower half was perfectly fine, though.'
It felt more like mental exhaustion than a stamina issue. I had gone through a lot today, after all.
"For now, just wear that. As for pants... none will fit you."
"I'm, I'm fine. The shirt is big."
Most of my clothes were size XXL. Even though Hana was tall, the shirt was roomy in the chest and came down to her thighs.
I inwardly admired the sight, looking at Hana wearing my short-sleeved shirt.
'It was just a plain white tee, but it looked stylish on her.'
'The classic "missing bottom" fashion look.'
For reference, when Areum wore my t-shirt it practically became a dress on her.
I climbed onto the bed and patted the spot next to me.
"Lie down. Let's sleep."
"Mm-hmm."
Hana hesitantly came over and lay down next to me. Despite having tangled our bodies together just a little while ago, she was incredibly shy now.
"Should I turn off the light?"
"Ah, yeah."
Two tall people were lying down, but the bed was big enough that it wasn't uncomfortable. The blanket was on the larger side too, and there were two pillows. Areum occasionally slept over, so I'd bought an extra one for her.
"Get some sleep, Hana. You might be a little sore tomorrow morning."
"Mm-hmm. Sleep well, you too."
With that, I closed my eyes and tried to drift off.
Maybe five minutes passed.
"Cheol-jin... you asleep?"
"Yeah."
"Hik?!"
Why was she the one jumping in surprise when she was the one who spoke?
I turned onto my side to face Hana. Even though it was too dark to see much.
"What's up? Can't sleep?"
"Ah, no. I am sleepy, but... I, I forgot to say something..."
"Say what?"
"Th, thank you. For going along with my pushiness."
I blinked, wondering what she meant. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, Hana's face came into blurry view. For some reason, she seemed to be watching me nervously.
"Mmm. I never felt pushed into anything, though? I liked doing it with you. A lot."
"Th, that's a relief, then..."
The process had its twists and turns, but if I'd truly hated it, I would've refused.
I was a 20-year-old guy who liked sex in a healthy, normal way, and Ju Hana was a woman attractive enough to be worshipped as a goddess among hardcore otaku. Honestly, it was more baffling why she'd still been a virgin... well, I think I get it.
'She probably fended them all off herself.'
Hana had a timid personality, and outwardly, she gave off a hard-to-approach vibe, radiating an aura that practically said "don't come near me" and "don't talk to me."
Though, it was a little puzzling why she'd been that way with me. Her behavior on the alt account was something I could chalk up to exhibitionism, but I'd never imagined she'd actually meet me in person and end up like this.
Since we were on the subject, maybe I should ask.
"Hana."
"Huh?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Why did you want to do it with me? Did you just want to get laid and I happened to catch your eye?"
I'd sometimes deluded myself that I was handsome or some alpha male, but realistically, that was nonsense. Seongju Hyung was way better-looking, if anything.
"I'm not exactly good-looking or anything. I just don't really get the reason."
"...You are good-looking, though?"
"Huh?"
"Cheol-jin, you're good-looking..."
"Uh, tha...nks?"
Well, thanks. Did she have a pretty specific taste, like Areum? Was the bear-type face her thing?
A bit flustered, I asked again.
It was kind of embarrassing to say this out of my own mouth, but...
"So you seriously just wanted to do it because I'm good-looking?"
"N, no, that's not it."
"...Ah, so it's not."
Right, figured as much. So she was just saying that to be nice. I felt oddly disappointed, to be honest...
Anyway, so what was the real reason?
"Do you remember when we first messaged each other?"
She answered with a question. By messaging, she presumably meant on Trickster.
I mentally counted the years.
"Four years... or five, counting this year?"
"Y, yeah!"
"I think I contacted you first with the Steel account, right?"
The all-ages illustration account, Steel.
The cosplay account, Juha.
Shockingly, the first account I'd contacted Hana with wasn't the Backside Girl, "Bback-sa," but the cosplayer "Juha." I'd been an honored early fan, following her not long after she started cosplaying.
"Then, I think it was three years ago. That's when you contacted me first as Bback-sa."
"Yeah."
"I think you messaged me about an R-18 illustration commission? You sent a ton of photos as reference material... which I later found out were of your own body..."
"...Mm-hmm."
Hana averted her gaze. Her dark history must have been embarrassing.
I chuckled softly and asked.
"So, what about it?"
"W, well, same for Kkang-cheol, but... Steel is someone incredibly precious to me, too."
"...Precious, even?"
Steel I could kind of understand.
He was an early fan, so I could see how that might be special.
Hana continued, looking a little flustered. For her, she was speaking surprisingly fast.
"O, of course, you probably don't get it, but to me, it was. When things were hard for me, Steel and Kkang-cheol were the ones I leaned on a lot."
"Hard times?"
"Yeah, just the usual story. I got caught posting photos on Trickster, and I was bullied and ostracized for being an otaku..."
"Ahh. That happens. People who look down on you and mock you for being an otaku."
Honestly, I'd never been bullied for being an otaku. That was because I got deep into anime after dropping out of school. But I had seen Ahn Seong-hyeon get teased back when he was in school. Back then, Ahn Seong-hyeon had the classic look of the stereotypical otaku—rounded body, full-on acne breakout.
Now I suddenly felt a bit resentful. Back then, I'd defended him from getting picked on, and he went and betrayed me... well, we'd reconciled, so let it go. It was kind of pitiable how he still walked on eggshells around me because of it.
Anyway, I hadn't known girls ostracized each other like that too.
"So girls also look down on otaku, huh. I thought only guys did that."
"...It's a little different, but among girls, it's similar. And back then... there was this one girl who was the center of the group. The guy she liked confessed to me, and so..."
"..."
I didn't need to hear the rest to know how it played out.
In the end, the otaku stuff was just a pretext. The real reason was different.
"A, anyway. Things were really hard for me then. I was already timid, and being bullied on top of that... but Steel complimented me every single day... and I was grateful. You're my very first fan..."
"...Huh?!"
I shot upright in surprise.
Then, Hana also flinched and sat up.
"I was your first fan?"
"Y, yeah. Did I never mention it?"
"No! Wait, weren't there people who started stanning you way before me? I became a fan after seeing someone else's retweet."
"There were, but they all left pretty quickly. You were the only one who kept complimenting me, and even drew fanart."
"O, oh, I see. Wow... I'm your first fan. That's an honor."
No, no, no. It was truly an honor. I felt overwhelmed. I'd been keeping up a normal-person front for a while, but I was the guy who'd spent five years doing nothing but hardcore fandom in the corner of my room.
And to be remembered by my favorite cosplayer as her very first fan—was this something out of a comic?
'And on top of that, we even had sex.'
Suddenly, my dick started stirring again. When the realization hit me anew that this was a success story for the ages, that the woman in front of me was my favorite cosplayer, excitement surged up inside me.
Maybe she sensed my gaze was turning ominous.
Hana shrank her shoulders and pulled back. At the same time, she spoke urgently.
"I-I'm tired. Seriously..."
"..."
"Today, really, I can't do any more. I won't be able to go to school tomorrow..."
"...Okay. Let's lie back down."
As I settled down quietly, I heard Hana exhale a relieved sigh—"Hoo."
...But she was the one who seduced me first, so this felt a little unfair.
I asked in a slightly sulky tone.
"So, was it because you found out I'm your first fan?"
"Mm-hmm, that's right. But it wasn't just that."
"Huh? What else was there?"
"...Because you're Kkang-cheol."
"Kkang-cheol?"
"Mm-hmm. Bback-sa was an account I made because of, mm, stress... but Kkang-cheol, your art is my taste, and you listened to me, too. But then I found out Steel was Kkang-cheol... so, I mean..."
Her words got tangled up, one trailing into another. She seemed to be tying herself in knots, and then finally, Hana spoke in a deflated voice.
"Sorry, I'm not good at talking... I can't explain."
"No. I think I got the gist of it."
The precious first fan, Steel.
Kkang-cheol, whom she'd used for years as an outlet for her sexual desires.
When those two turned out to be the same person, she must have gotten emotionally worked up. It wasn't entirely satisfying, but I kind of understood what she meant.
Still, I couldn't help but say one thing.
"Even so, you were way too reckless. What were you thinking, if I turned out to be a bad guy?"
To put it bluntly, it was even more dangerous than just being seduced for a quick lay. What was she thinking, revealing her personal identity to someone after sending a mountain of explicit photos like that?
"And besides, things almost went really sideways in the bathroom, didn't they?"
"...Yeah. I thought I'd been caught, I was terrified."
"Don't ever do that again."
"Mm-hmm. I'm reflecting on it..."
"Then good."
If she said she was reflecting on it, I had nothing more to add. Anything else would just be me meddling. It was something she'd have to fix herself, in the end.
That was when Hana called my name, her voice hesitant.
"Hey, Cheol-jin."
"Yeah?"
"So... the photos. Can I keep sending them?"
I couldn't hide my disbelief and just stared at Hana. She says she's reflecting on her actions, but she can't give up sending nudes. Should I give her a honey chestnut punch to the head, too?
I lowered my voice and spoke sternly.
"...You have to send them only to me."
Sending them to anyone else would be a disaster.