#9 Scenario, Day 10: Intern Training
I picked up the camera and focused it on Maeng Soyul.
She made an awkward face, aware of the lens, but didn't say a word.
"Hop up on the bed first?"
I pointed at the bed, and she climbed on fully clothed, settling in the middle.
Maeng Soyul shifted to the side, assuming I'd join her next.
"I'll come up in a bit. Just sit tight there for now?"
The faint sunlight filtering in from outside mixed with the bedroom lights, making her face glow beautifully. I started circling her, capturing it all on camera.
I wanted every inch of her.
"Keep your eyes on the camera."
I filmed with the tender care of a lover recording his partner.
Kneeling on the bed with one knee, I approached slowly. She still looked uneasy with the camera, her expression ambiguous, but that worked just fine.
"Perfect."
I flashed a satisfied smile and pulled back for a full-body shot.
"Slowly take off your top."
She hesitated for a split second at my request—it was just unfamiliarity showing—but that was all.
I stayed standing and started zooming in gradually.
Swish.
Maeng Soyul peeled off her worn T-shirt, revealing her perky breasts.
Slim as she was, her tits were nicely rounded and pretty.
"Bra too."
Off came the bra, exposing teardrop-shaped breasts untouched by any man's hands.
Her pale mounds topped with peach-pink nipples.
"Tuck your arms between your thighs. Squeeze 'em together."
She glanced at the camera and complied, gathering her breasts for me.
Beautiful cleavage formed, and I was pleased.
Not as huge as Woo Da-young's, but perfectly suited to her petite frame.
Swish.
I zoomed back out and drew closer.
Filming her body from top to bottom, I said,
"Pants too?"
Her gentle tone prompted her to slide off her old shorts.
Now in just plain panties, looking up at me—my cock was already stirring.
Any guy not getting hard in this situation had to be impotent or gay.
"Next, take off my pants?"
"Ah."
She let out a cute little sound, clearly caught off guard.
I captured her reaching out with both hands to grip my pants, every detail on film.
I lifted a leg, shook them off my calf, and kicked them aside.
"Panties too."
"……."
Without a word, she hooked her fingers in and pulled them down.
Plop.
My impatient cock sprang free.
It smacked her cheek like a club.
I twisted my hips, pressing the glans to her lips.
Her tiny face made my dick look enormous by comparison.
"With your lips."
No more needed saying. Maeng Soyul gently took the glans between her lips.
"Eyes on the camera."
As she sucked, she lifted her gaze to the lens.
Maeng Soyul with my cock in her mouth was pure arousal fuel.
Especially that haughty, cat-like face—it seemed so unfit for this, and the gap made it even hotter.
"Chup..., um...."
Unsure where to put her hands, she rested them on her thighs.
"Grab it here?"
I guided her to hold my shaft and gave it a gentle shake.
Her hands were so small against my cock.
The taboo thrill had it swelling bigger than ever.
This rush reminded me of my first time with Woo Da-hee.
"You're doing great."
One hand on the camera, the other stroking her head as she sucked me off.
At the touch, Maeng Soyul smiled faintly around my dick.
Praise like mine must have been intoxicating for someone who never heard it—exactly as I'd scripted in the scenario's fine print.
Layer on nonstop compliments during sex, and she'd never escape me.
"Churup..., um.... Haa.... um...."
I stroked her smooth hair, savoring the tongue's texture on my cock.
Grinning at her saliva-slick glans, I gripped the shaft and lifted it.
My balls came into her view; she glanced up, gauging my reaction.
"Yeah, those too."
She tilted her head, pressing her lips to my hairy balls.
"Chup.... Jup...."
Her hand released my cock, and it flopped onto her cheek.
"Keep sucking?"
Ignoring the shaft draped across her small face, she kept working my balls—my ass clenched tight.
"Huu...."
A pleased exhale, then my next request.
"Here too."
I pointed to the veiny shaft. She slid up from my balls, nibbling it like corn on the cob.
"Jup..., um...."
"Ah, good.... Soyul, thanks."
"Chup.... Haum.... Haa...."
Her tongue pressed harder at the thanks.
No words needed; she got it.
I petted her sleek hair, waiting for my cock to glisten with her spit.
She licked every inch meticulously.
"That's good. Now lie back?"
I'd skipped foreplay on her deliberately.
From the bottom drawer, I grabbed the near-empty tube of Love Gel.
I slipped between her legs, still in panties.
Looking down: perky tits, slim waist curve, thighs shyly pressed together.
Swish.
I lifted the camera from her thighs.
Her embarrassed, flushed face filled the frame.
A pure virgin, untouched by any man.
"Panties off? Roll 'em down slow."
"……."
Maeng Soyul's fingers gripped the sides and slowly rolled them down.
Her sparse, unkempt pubes came into view.
Not dirty at all—thin and soft, not too thick.
I knelt and filmed her up close.
"Spread your legs."
She covered her face in shame but parted them slowly, revealing her hidden pussy.
Pink, virgin-tight, sealed shut.
Excitement surged; I smirked like a perv—good thing the camera hid it.
"Your turn now, Soyul. Film me undressing."
I handed her the camera. She gripped it and focused, just like I'd taught her earlier.
I stripped off my top and smiled at the lens.
"Soyul, your first time being with me—is that okay? Feels a bit heavy."
I raised my voice slightly.
"Yes, it's fine......"
Her shy voice—mic on the camera caught every quiver.
I reached out again, beaming the world's purest, kindest smile.
"Thanks for your first time, Soyul. I'll make it look pretty on film."
"......Thank you."
I took the camera back, crawled between her thighs on my knees, and spread them wide.
Tube nearly empty, I popped the lid.
Squeezed Love Gel straight onto her pussy—not my cock.
Squelch.
"Hut."
A thin gasp at the cold.
The sticky gel oozed down, wetting her sealed slit.
Tossed the empty tube aside and rubbed her tiny clit with a finger.
"Ang!"
She yelped in surprise, hands flying to her mouth.
"Feels good here, right?"
"......D-don't know. Haat...."
Overwhelmed by her first pleasure, lost for words. A persistent rub would've made her cum, but I stopped.
Her first orgasm had to come from my cock.
"Haa..., haa...."
I filmed her ragged breaths.
"Soyul, got something to say before I put it in?"
Experiments proved unspoken common sense stuck anyway.
I waited as her expression shifted.
Until it sank in.
"……."
Her sealed lips parted, and she finally spoke.
"Thank you for taking my first....... R-really, thank you......"
The last part rang sincere.
Altered common sense birthing true gratitude.
A electric thrill shot through me as I pressed my glans to her gel-slick pussy.
Squelch.
A lewd sound as the glans slowly parted her folds.
My cock invaded her most precious place for the first time.
Squelch.
Her pussy clenched hard, trying to push out the intruder—but it only thrilled me more.
Forcing deeper, parting those gripping walls, I felt a faint pop—so subtle you'd miss it without focus.
"Wow...."
An involuntary sigh escaped as I thrust deeper.
The Love Gel smoothed her undeveloped channel perfectly.
"Huwk...!"
Eyes squeezed shut at the stretch and fullness.
Just the glans, and she was already quivering.
Squelch, squelch.
I moved only the tip, slow to awaken her senses.
Squelch, squelch.
Gradually sinking deeper.
Maeng Soyul clutched the blanket in desperation.
I filmed her every twitch, expression, sound—nothing missed.
Squelch.
"Hueung..., haa..., hueut! Haa...! Hueung!"
Lowered the camera slightly: our joined parts in frame.
Not fully in yet, but plenty to overwhelm her.
"Aang...! Haa..., hueung...! Aut!"
Too massive for a first time—endless moans poured from her lips.
Tight-shut eyes, flushed cheeks, pink lips parted just enough to show her upper teeth, spilling nothing but cries.
"Hurts?"
"Aeut..., a-a little......"
Tears welled in her eyes amid the lewd poses.
Squelch.
Hips forward, deeper—the walls wrapped my cock like they were milking cum.
"Hueueung...! Aa...! Hut!Hueung!"
Slow pace, but it drove Maeng Soyul insane.
"Hueut! Ang! Heung! Hwuk! Haang...! Ang! Hueung!"
Her blanket-gripping hands tensed.
Pussy clenched hard, then released—over and over.
I knew this feeling well.
Reached out, pinched the lonely nipple atop her perky breast, twisted ever so slightly.
Twitch!
Her body jolted, then,
Burr!
Shook violently.
"Haa...!"
Mouth agape, only empty gasps.
Minutes in, I captured her entire first orgasm on camera.
"Haa..., haa..., haa...."
Resuming breath, a single tear dropped from her clear eyes.
"You okay?"
She wiped it with a small hand and nodded.
"Yes, I'm fine...."
Her replies to me were always yes, no, or I'm okay.
"Then I'll keep going."
"......Yesss......"
I knew the answer; just the right questions.
Squelch.
I resumed my halted thrusts.
To make Maeng Soyul utterly, completely mine.