#9 Scenario: Day 3 of Intern Training
No special caresses or positions were needed.
With the help of Love Gel, he mechanically rocked his hips.
It was to sketch out the rough outline of his scent, shape, and sex itself for her, who was experiencing it for the first time.
Squelch, squelch.
Since she'd already cum once, Maeng Soyul's moans had quieted down a lot.
"Haa… haeung… haeut… ang…."
Whenever he thrust deep inside, it hit with a thud, forcing the breath from her lungs.
But ignoring her feelings entirely, he slowly savored the taste of her virgin pussy for the first time.
It felt so good—tight and chewy, her inner walls wrapping around his cock, desperately trying to milk it.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Haht! Haa…! Haeng! Haang…! Ang…! Aheut…!"
Thanks to the Love Gel, even after she'd gone limp from cumming once, he could keep moving smoothly.
The pleasure building back up soon had her breathing ragged again.
Her perky breasts jiggled with every thrust, and the glimpse of her white teeth between her lips looked utterly cute.
He too felt his own climax rising and picked up the pace of his hips.
"Heuaeng! Aaang! Ang! Haang! Hang!"
As the speed increased, so did the tempo of her moans.
He could cum inside right then with no real issues, but he had more to do, so with extreme self-control, he pulled his cock out.
Squelch!
As it slipped free, her juices stretched in a long string before snapping off.
"Haeueut!"
The sensation of his glans catching on the way out drew a huge moan from her, delighting his ears.
Creak.
He leaned close to her face and rapidly stroked his cock.
The sticky feel of her juices coating it and smearing on his hand didn't matter.
Spurt!
The pent-up load erupted powerfully onto her small, unprepared face.
Drip.
The thick-smelling semen splattered evenly across her forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth.
Maeng Soyul, captured on camera, had her eyes closed, pink soft lips slightly parted as she panted heavily.
Glurk.
Only after shaking out every last drop did he press his cock to her lips.
"Gotta clean it up too."
At first she didn't understand, but as the sensation of his cock touched her mouth, she slowly took it in.
Her small lips pursed, sucking at the semen beading in his urethra like it was candy.
"Chup… um… chup…."
Since it was her absolute first time, whatever he taught her now would become the standard.
It was the perfect chance to paint her blank white canvas in his colors.
Even if those colors weren't vibrant, but dark.
"Um…."
He enjoyed the warm touch of her tongue on his spent, limp cock.
Stroke.
He reached out, caressing her cum-smeared cheek with his hand, praising her.
"Good girl. You look so pretty."
Her eyes still closed, she broke into a bashful smile.
A solid compliment.
Do something, get praise from him.
It was a tiny seed, but he was planting it steadily.
"How was your first time?"
With her hands demurely placed on her chest, she spoke while still wearing that faint smile.
"……It was good……."
More sincere than any flowery words, it stirred his cock back to life.
It was her first time, and without more Love Gel, pushing further might dry her out and hurt.
This concept wasn't about wringing her dry—it was about molding her to his tastes, so he held back.
"Who was your first?"
"……Sunbae."
"Which sunbae?"
"……Siu sunbae……."
Her shy embarrassment as she said it was so fucking hot it drove him mad.
Stroke.
Caressing her hair, he said softly but firmly.
"Your first time came out so pretty. Prettiest girl I've ever seen."
"Hee……."
Every woman has fantasies about her first time. It might be twisted, but he'd made it satisfying enough for her.
The next day, day 3.
After showering, he began the lesson disguised as sexual harassment.
Creak.
He dragged over a chair and played the video from yesterday.
"How's it look?"
On the monitor, her shy figure undressing appeared.
"Ah……."
Seeing herself naked, Maeng Soyul flushed red and averted her eyes.
It was her nude body on camera, after all.
He draped an arm over her shoulder and said,
"It came out so pretty. You're really beautiful."
"……Ah, ah! Uh!"
This cringey praise was poison to her already awkward self—she shot him a sullen look.
"Uhihahahat! No, really, I'm not teasing."
"Still……."
Since it wasn't normal praise, she resisted more, but she'd get used to it soon enough.
Chuckling, it was time to show off his skills.
"Today I'll show you how I edit."
"Ah."
"Watch closely?"
"……Yes."
He cut out the parts about discarding the Love Gel or unnecessary talk.
"Cutting like this makes it easier to watch, right? Mute my audio……."
It was rough editing, so not perfectly muted, but good enough.
Then he started brightening and enhancing to make her look as beautiful as possible.
Tap, tap tap.
Maeng Soyul blinked, staring at his rapid shortcut-key work.
"Why?"
"It's so fast."
"Soyul, you'll get this fast too once you're used to it. Practice a lot."
If the video had been normal, it would've looked like a senior teaching his junior—but he had no plans to make it normal.
After overall adjustments, they sat together to review.
"Whoa, Soyul, looking again—your pussy's so tiny, but it swallowed all of mine?"
"Ah! Uh……."
She fidgeted, embarrassed.
"Gotta watch the video to learn editing~."
"Still……."
Seeing a man's cock insert for the first time left Maeng Soyul at a loss.
He regretted not recording the review.
[Haang! Haeut! Aaang…!]
Pressing play, her trembling orgasm played out.
The raw sounds and visuals left Maeng Soyul frozen stiff.
"……."
Grabbing her head, he shook it.
"Soyul, you dead?"
"Hoee……."
She was completely out of it. Her first time on video—how embarrassing. He might've reacted the same.
First time filmed? He'd probably drown in shame and attempt suicide.
"You're alive. Hang on. I'll make it pretty."
It was already a finished work, but that wasn't the goal.
Editing from morning continued after lunch.
She watched the changes with wonder.
"I couldn't do that when I tried……."
Reality hitting her novice skills.
Poking her cheek, he said,
"You're still a beginner, it's fine. You'll learn."
As sunset came, the final video was worlds apart from the original.
The undressing scene bloomed like a photoshoot, flaunting beauty.
Her shy glances at the camera, sitting lost on the bed naked—youthful innocence oozed.
"How's it?"
His fingers ached from typing.
"Whoa……."
Amazed, she looked at him.
"This is what a sunbae does."
She'd forget after the scenario, but for now, she was hooked.
She still skipped the sex, rewatching clothed parts.
"Want just this part clipped?"
"R-Really?"
"Yeah, short version. You do Insta?"
"……No……."
He clipped and sent it to her phone.
Day 3 passed uneventfully.
Her first time taking such a huge cock left her waddling painfully.
Even with Love Gel, swelling meant no hot scenes.
"Oh, nothing today……?"
He could've had her suck, but didn't.
Time to boost immersion and subtly show care.
"Yeah, it was your first yesterday. Still hurts?"
Lying beside him, he rubbed her cheek cutely with his finger.
"……I-It's okay if we do."
"Don't tempt me~. Gotta recharge the battery too."
"……."
Her disappointment made him smirk inwardly.
He could see her changing steadily.
"Tomorrow we'll shop too, so early sleep tonight."
"……Okay."
Stroke.
He gently pulled her slender body into his arms. His erection poked her belly.
"Just hold and sleep."
"Ah…, okay……."
Tense, she couldn't sleep easily in his embrace.
But holding her small frame, he dozed off fast.
Day 4.
Today's schedule: outdoor as planned.
"Editing after we get back."
He pulled parts from a box.
Pink mini-dildo Woo Da-young had used. Strap included for thigh-mount.
"……?"
Maeng Soyul, seeing it first, didn't get it yet.
"Outdoor shoot today, vlog-style. But."
He held up the dildo; clueless, she just stood.
He coaxed her with plausible words.
"Soyul, you're the star, but your expressions are so flat usually?"
"……Yes."
"No material to edit then. So, tools to make varied faces. Accessories."
"……Ah."
By day 4, lingering doubts vanished.
Click.
She unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them to her thighs.
"I'll put it in."
"Ah…, um…, yes…."
Doubts gone, but shyness lingered.
Secured to her thigh, he slipped it into her panties, rubbing gently to insert.
"Clothes back on. Oh."
Tight jeans showed the bulge outside.
He grabbed an ivory thin long cardigan from the hanger—his, unworn.
"Didn't wear it much……. Fits you perfect."
Bought it, but too gay-looking.
Feminine on her, great.
Dressed, only fingertips peeked from sleeves.
Staring at her standing blankly, the thought hit.
"Feels like a pet-raising game at this point."
"……Pardon?"
"Like my pet I'm raising. Let's go, cutie."
"Ah…, yes…!"
Gripping his sleeve with her peeking fingers, she followed.
Day 4: time to adapt to humiliation play.