Claiming Virgin Sia
"Ah. Gonna cum. Hoo—."
Was she glimpsing hope that it was finally over?
Her tongue swept up and down my cock, as if urging out the ration.
She hollowed her cheeks, frictioning the shaft hard.
Her head bobbed faster, back and forth.
"Mmm—. Mmmph—."
Languid moans leaked from my mouth.
Contrasting her desperate frenzy.
She shook it like she resented a faucet that refused to burst.
Desperate as a beast starved for cum.
"Deeper, suck deeper."
Her eyebrows twisted in an instant.
Then she squeezed her eyes shut, steeling her resolve.
Tears trailed down her cheeks, wetting my cock.
"Nngh."
She yanked my thighs with both hands, shoving it root-deep.
Her throat convulsed violently, trying to expel the intruder.
The clash of rejecting esophageal spasms and forced swallowing motions.
Cheeks caved in a desperate vacuum.
"Guuk. Grrk."
The limit.
My lower belly clenched heavy, urethra tingling at the tip.
"Augh! Cumming!"
Unbearable pressure exploded.
Gulp.
The first spurt slammed her throat.
"Mmph?!"
Startled by the unexpected hot strike, she jerked back in shock, head tilting.
Her mouth gaped open, exposing my cock to the air.
But the ejaculation didn't stop.
Psssh! Splatter splatter.
Uncontrollable white ropes lashed through the air several times.
Splatters hit her eyelashes, the bridge of her nose, and her flushed red cheeks.
She was doused in my desire without even opening her eyes.
"Nngh."
She clamped her mouth shut and looked up at me.
The unswallowed remnants pooled inside, spilling from her lips.
Drip drip.
White liquid trailed down her chin, past her collarbone, dripping onto her nipples.
Her red nipples were blanketed white.
That debauched sight.
A face smeared in tears, saliva, and semen.
Normally, this would've sunk into post-nut emptiness and regret.
But not this time.
Her utter wreck was too stimulating to end here.
The decadent image burned into my retinas reignited my brain.
The erection held firm, refusing to wilt.
It was still rock-hard, rearing up again.
"Ptui, cough cough."
Finally noticing, she turned her head and spat out the pooled remnants.
White foam mixed with viscous liquid splattered stickily on the floor.
"Who told you to spit?"
"Huh?"
My low growl made her freeze, breath caught.
"You pulled off midway, so I couldn't cum properly. Still hard as fuck, can't you see?"
I grabbed her slender wrist and wrapped her hand around my cock.
The throbbing pulse transmitted to her palm; her shoulders shuddered for a long moment.
Instead of softening, it swelled even more as time passed.
She stared at it with unfocused eyes.
Then parted her lips slightly and lifted her head again.
The moment her tongue tip neared the glans—
I shoved her upper body roughly onto the bed.
"We—we had a deal! I'll do it with my mouth. I'll do it right this time!"
"Too late. One chance only."
She shoved at my chest with her hands, clamped her legs tight, resisting fiercely.
I snatched her wrists, yanking them above her head.
The loose leather straps coiled around her wrists again.
Click.
The cold metallic snap announced the broken promise.
She thrashed, but her bound limbs only flailed in the air.
Her struggles slowed, then stopped completely.
"I trusted you. I trusted you…"
The words spilled from her lips like a dazed mutter.
I ignored it, pressing my cock against her pussy.
"Huh?"
It was stiff.
The entrance felt like a tightly shut city gate—unyielding.
Not even a finger could slip in.
Dry mucosa rough as a desert.
Nothing like the simulation's responses so far.
Confusion flooded in.
Calm down. Just prepare her properly from the start.
I rubbed the sealed entrance softly with my fingers.
Circled her clit with care.
She writhed as if in pain.
Impatience crept in.
No pussy juice? Saliva then.
I buried my face between her legs.
"Eek! N-no! Stop! Nngh!"
My rough tongue assaulted the sensitive nub.
Her hips bucked wildly up and down.
I pinned her flailing legs and kept at it.
Hitting the pleasure center made her body react on its own.
Fingers pried the sealed entrance while my tongue tip relentlessly rolled her clit.
"Ah, no... don't, please... ahhng!"
She curled her back, tensing hard.
Inner thigh muscles quivered.
Itch and pain mingled, soaking her body.
Rain fell on the parched desert.
Sour, sticky fluid wet my lips.
"Feels good, huh? Why pretend you hate it?"
"No, no... h-heuk. H-heuk."
Confirmed ready, I rose.
She panted, staring blankly over my shoulder with dazed eyes.
Her face a mess of shame and pleasure.
I aligned my cock with the slick, sticky slit between her legs.
Cum clinging to her face and tits caught my eye.
A urge wriggled: leave my mark deep inside this time.
"Here it comes!"
I thrust in one go.
But the entrance was too narrow.
Wet enough. Why so tight?
Hips forward with force, burrowing deep.
Something snapped, space yielding.
"Aaack!"
Her scream came with her back stiffening in agony, arching into the air.
Bound wrists kept her from rising or recoiling.
I forced the tight gap wider, pumping my hips.
"H-heuk, hurts! It hurts...!"
Inner walls resisted fiercely.
Slippery from wetness, but suffocatingly tight inside.
Heavy pressure like forcing a clogged passage.
Her pelvis spasmed with each thrust.
Legs kicked wildly against my thighs.
Nothing like the optimized pleasure of past sims.
The gripping tightness was perfect, but rough, uncomfortable somehow.
What the hell? Sim glitch?
Eden wouldn't screw up like this.
Balancing displeasure and pleasure.
I focused on the odd sensation, pounding roughly.
"Uu... hik, ah...! Hurts!"
As her moans quieted, I sat up and looked down.
"......Huh?"
Red stain met my eyes.
Faint red bloom on the bedsheet.
Blood smeared vivid on my cock and her inner thighs.
Everything clicked in my head.
Why the terror.
Why she begged for mouth only.
The tearing snap, unfamiliar resistance.
Her first time.
Completed puzzle.
Thrill pierced my body.
She meant more than data now.
Not some one-off that vanishes.
I wanted to remember.
Didn't want to lose her.
"Name."
She looked up through cloudy eyes.
"Y...?"
"Your name."
"......Sia. Han Sia."
"Sia."
I rolled the name on my tongue.
No longer a deletable data scrap.
She'd live forever in my memory as the one who gave her first.
"I'm Hyun-ja. Kim Hyun-ja."
I swept her wet bangs aside, whispering in her ear.
"The name of the man who took your first. Remember it."
"H-heuk…"
Her pupils quaked like an earthquake.
She wanted to deny, but torn reality couldn't rewind.
I pulled back, then slammed deepest.
"Gonna cum inside. In your deepest spot."
Her breath hitched, then burst ragged.
"Hoo… ahik… no… nooo…!"
She shook her head, wailing, but I didn't stop.
Her desperate rejection tripped my fuse.
Conquest of filling pristine white space with my desire.
"Cumming!"
Held-back exploded.
Gulp.
Tailbone shivered.
Gulp.
Sperm sucked inward.
Red blood and white cum mixed, oozing sticky.
I stroked her sweaty, cum-smeared cheek.
"You're mine now. I love you, Sia."
No reply.
Dilated pupils wandered air, then dropped limp.
Half-open lips leaked no stifled moans.
Only her spasming walls clenched me tight, responding to my twisted confession.
Now she was my Sia.
> [Terminating simulation.]
"Hooaaah."
Back in reality, Hyun-ja was still savoring the afterglow.
"Dunno if it was short, but damn, came twice like a furnace."
[Unexpected progression.]
"Unexpected? Christmas gift setup with a twist. Virgin status too. You set it up. I didn't even know I was into that."
[Hyun-ja's hormone threshold data has been updated.]
[Transition from Quadrant 2 to Quadrant 1 in the sexual arousal model is new data.]
"Data…! Data structures exam tomorrow. What time is it?"
Hyun-ja jolted up from the Neuro Pod.
[Based on this data, we will proceed with a simulation to anchor the dopamine and adrenaline burst into oxytocin fixation.]
Hyun-ja had already bolted, but the Neuro Pod's cooling fans whirred at full speed.