Cervix-Pierced Climax in Front of My Cousin Brother!

Indecisive Cheol-gyu kept waffling even after that, but the ever-pushy Yong-ho Jo got even more excited and took charge on his own. He contacted the OP manager directly through a connection. Boom—two slots booked on the spot.

Yeon-woo's rates had skyrocketed to 400,000 won per hour thanks to her online hype, but hey, Cheol-gyu Lee was footing the bill anyway. Yong-ho went wild.

"You got enough cash, though?"

"Huh? Uh... yeah, my sebaetdon savings..."

As the hospital director's son, he had over ten million won stashed away from New Year's money alone. Theoretically enough for twenty-five sessions. Plus, he'd invested some of his allowance in stocks and crypto on his brother Tae-gyu Lee's advice...

So despite Cheol-gyu's wishes, things moved forward smoothly, and now that he was on the verge of finally losing his virginity, the scaredy-cat started getting cold feet again. His resolve wavered.

Is this really okay? What if we get caught? Dad'll beat me to death.

Sure, the New Year's money was given outright to teach financial responsibility, but what if Dad checked? "Where'd you blow 800,000 won?" He sure as hell couldn't say, "Oh, drained it at an OP."

Or he might catch an STD. Or tangle with gangsters. Worst case, get slapped with anti-prostitution laws.

Those fears were bad enough, but deep down, he hesitated over whether his first time should really be at some sleazy OP. Losing your virginity was a huge deal for any guy—just once in a lifetime. Even horned-up Cheol-gyu couldn't shake the nagging doubt.

But oblivious to his friend's dithering, the experienced Yong-ho—who'd done this plenty—casually finalized the booking and tossed out the notice like it was nothing. He'd learned from his romps that it was no big deal. The gap between veterans and virgins.

"Yo, get your ass to Hew Office-tel. I booked first slot at 10, you're next at 11?"

"Uh... o-okay."

"What, getting cold feet now that it's real?"

"Uh..."

"Dude, popping your cherry here beats staying a total loner. You gotta fuck a girl to build confidence—stuck jerking off ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠forever, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you'll freeze up around chicks and fuck up every chance. Trust your bro, asshole."

"..."

So the virgin Cheol-gyu kept tormenting himself—Is this really okay?—but after cram school that night, he ended up heading to Hew Office-tel anyway.

"Hah... hah..."

He hadn't even walked—took a comfy taxi—but Cheol-gyu's gut churned like he had a stomach bug. Overactive sympathetic nerves from sheer tension. Not just his stomach, either. His heart hammered—thud-thud-thud—so hard he swore he could hear his own pulse. Head spinning, cold sweat pouring. Total wreck.

But this tension wasn't pure fear of screwing up. No, excitement from mounting anticipation was taking over. A lifelong virgin heading to finally fuck a girl. Even a total wimp like him couldn't help but get hyped.

I figured my first time would be with a girlfriend...

But realistically? First girlfriend? Yeah, right. Barely scraping 163cm. Nicknames like Hideyoshi, goblin, monkey? Ugly as sin, zero confidence—froze solid around girls. The only woman he could even chat casually with was Mom... or cousin-sis Yeon-woo Lee.

Though she grimaces the second she sees me.

Still, family perks. So the idea of finally getting laid like this? Fear faded; hype and horniness surged.

Anyway, he stepped out of the taxi, steeled himself like heading into battle, caught his breath, and finally entered Hew Office-tel.

Yong-ho said prep cash upfront and hand it to the manager guy, right?

Rendezvous at the 3/4-floor landing—not some Hogwarts platform, the stairwell between third and fourth. No standing dumb in the hall—that'd look sus. Midway up, awkward spot—no regular guests climbing stairs.

Cheol-gyu checked his reflection in the lobby mirror—cap pulled low, mask on—then paranoid-scanned surroundings before slinking to the emergency stairs nobody used.

"For real? That movie's good?"

"Yeah. Watch it. Total blast."

"..."

A couple burst from the elevator mid-way—he flinched, froze—but they ignored him and passed.

"Phew..."

Shaky legs dragged him into the emergency stairs. Up to the 3/4 landing... empty.

What time...? 10:45 still...

Dim, busted lights—pitch black despite summer. Hands and feet trembling as he waited...

Screeech—heavy fire door creaked open. Footsteps descending from above.

Gulp.

Cheol-gyu stiffened. Steps halted briefly overhead.

What's up? Why stop?

Of course—the guy was scoping if the waiter was cop or client. Scan done, steps resumed. It was the OP manager.

"H-hello."

"...Hello. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠You the booking?"

"Y-yeah, y-yes, that's m-me."

"Mm... cash?"

"...Yes."

Fuck, why am I stuttering like a moron? Cursing himself inwardly, he shoved the money with shaky hands.

Manager counted it blind in the dark—rustle-rustle—pocketed it, whispered:

"Room 3001."

"O-oh, okay..."

"Knock quiet—no buzzer."

"...Got it."

Ah...! F-finally... gonna lose my v-virginity...!

Now buzzing not with worry but insane hype, legs jelly, Cheol-gyu shuffled to 3001. But...

Couldn't go right in. Knocked a few times—no answer. Panicking—Did I fuck up?—shivering like a drowned pup, then his phone rang. From the manager.

Prior slot's client—his buddy Yong-ho—was still going. Wait inside if he wanted.

What now?

First-time jitters—he hemmed and hawed, but figured less tense with familiar Yong-ho than solo outside. Told manager yes.

"...Y-yeah, I'll do that."

"Password 1001#. Sorry, sir."

"Ah, n-no prob..."

Bowing awkwardly over the phone where nobody could see, shaky fingers punched the code.

Ughhh! So tense... fuck...

White-knuckled (even fat-fingered it once—1001), door clicked open. Dim room. Sliding door ahead blocked the view.

"Ahhng! Ah! Ahng! A-ah, so good... ah, too good! Ah! Ah!"

"Hah... hah! Fuck, this pussy's insane!"

Smack! Smack! Splaaack!

Beyond: raw, fleshy slaps of sex, slutty moans from the girl, his buddy's sleazy grunts.

Whoa...

First time hearing real people fucking, unfiltered.

Sound alone's gonna make me bust!

Already throbbing hard, but the thought of seeing real naked tits, touching soft skin, actually fucking a girl? Ballooning excitement—he was shaking mad.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Heart pounding, he slid the door... but the sight wasn't what he expected.

His buddy balls-deep in his cousin-sis.

Wha...?

What runs through your head catching your cousin-sis selling her body? Especially mid-fuck by your buddy.

Any normal guy? Shock first.

Huh? Why...?

Cheol-gyu blanked out too. Dim light, but the OP girl glanced at the new guy—under his buddy's grotesque muscle-mass... that face.

Unmistakable, even in a blur: cousin-sis Yeon-woo Lee.

What? The fuck? Wha...

Brain-fried from shock, he mumbled a retarded:

"Huh...? N-Nuna?"

Too late to take it back.

Not just the pounding sis— even Yong-ho mid-thrust turned, puzzled.

"Huh? You know her?"

"Uh? N-no... m-mistake."

"Pfft, lame."

Yong-ho chuckled, resumed pounding. The moaning whore—cousin-sis—went blank-eyed a sec, then:

"...!"

She clocked him recognizing her.

Fuck...! Wh-what now?!

Lifelong virgin catches sis as OP girl on his first visit. Sis caught as OP by cousin-bro. Both froze in horror...

But oblivious Yong-ho, hyped his buddy was watching:

"Sis, switch positions."

"...Huh?"

"On your stomach."

He casually doggied the paid whore like a bitch, then:

"Augh!!"

Thrust deep—hitting her cervix.

Expensive whore's body? Might as well get his money's worth.

And Yeon-woo? Caught by cousin-bro ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wasn't enough—getting cervix-speared right in front of him, she came in her worst moment ever.