What If I Get Pregnant?
Song Dayoung felt as though she were dreaming. Her vision had gone hazy, but that only sharpened her sense of touch and smell. Every gentle stroke of his hand across her body, every breath of his scent—far sweeter than the champagne she'd had earlier—registered with devastating clarity.
"Ahhh...!"
I came again...
A sensation of floating washed over her, as if she'd left the ground entirely, and her mind went soft and foggy. They hadn't even gotten to the main event yet, and she'd already climaxed twice.
"I'm putting it in now."
After that unbroken stretch of pleasure she wanted a rest, but she didn't have the presence of mind to answer. And without waiting for her permission, he began to ease his way into her.
"Nnh...!"
Before the heat of her orgasm had even faded, something even hotter was pushing into her body. Her insides started producing even more wetness, struggling to take him.
She felt it overflow and trickle down between the cleft of her backside. Before she had time to be embarrassed by the sensation, her mind started going blank all over again.
"Hah..."
He toyed with her small breasts—her deepest insecurity and her most sensitive spot, all at once. That thick, burning heat slowly carved its way deeper. All she could do amid that pleasure was moan.
A little more...
Even through the haze, she wanted to savor this. Time stretched and warped. Everything that had happened today receded until it felt like something from years ago—drinking with her coworkers from the hospital, the fact that this was a man she'd met at a bar for the first time tonight, the expensive champagne and the chocolate milk he'd bought her. All of it felt distant and tender, like an old memory.
"Ahhh... ahhh!"
Only the moans spilling from her lips and the pleasure flooding through her had any claim on reality. This tiny motel room felt like the entire world.
"Dayoung. Relax your legs a little."
The voice of her only companion in that small world reached her. Had she been making him uncomfortable without realizing it? She hurriedly loosened the legs locked around his waist. As if praising her for it, he stirred inside her, delivering a deeper, fuller stroke.
She almost wrapped her legs around him again without thinking, and had to curl her toes hard to hold back. At first her insides had been tight from going so long without, but they gradually began to open and shape themselves around Kim Minseok. Unhindered now, he started moving his hips faster.
"Ah—! Aaahn...!"
If she couldn't lock her legs around his waist, she wanted at least to throw her arms around him. Afraid even that might get in his way, she clutched the sheets instead, twisting them into swirling creases.
The pleasure climbed higher and higher. The moment it crossed the most she could take, Song Dayoung's mind went completely white.
"Haaaahn!"
Her hips lifted off the bed as she came in a rush that wouldn't stop. At the same time her insides clenched down hard, trying to wring him out.
"Nngh."
Unable to hold back any longer, Kim Minseok let out a low groan and pulled her into a crushing embrace. Hot fluid struck the mouth of her womb in thick pulses. Even that faint pressure became a massive wave of pleasure crashing over her, her senses wound infinitely tight by orgasm.
"Haaaaahn!!"
She blew past what she'd been certain was the absolute limit—the farthest her body could possibly go. Just for a moment. Under pleasure that exceeded every threshold she had, her mind winked out.
"Haa... haa..."
She came back almost immediately, panting.
So this is what they mean when they say it's so good you black out...
Having rebooted once, her previously foggy mind was suddenly clear. She could see the ceiling. She could hear the man above her catching his breath. That little private world of theirs had shattered, and everything they'd done together came back into sharp, vivid focus. The first kiss after they'd walked into the motel. His hands on her. The way he'd pushed inside. And that last orgasm—and the hot flood that had shown her something beyond it...
Wait.
Come to think of it—had Kim Minseok even put on a condom? If not, then...
She swallowed.
The thought crept in that the fluid dripping from between her legs might not be hers alone.
You're crazy. You're actually crazy, Song Dayoung.
Letting a man she'd just met do it without a condom. Fortunately today was a safe day, but still—you never knew. Especially since this man had come inside her without even knowing that.
The realization made her lips jut out in a pout before she could stop them.
Isn't that way too irresponsible?
They had feelings for each other, so a one-night stand was fine. But even so, you were supposed to use protection. Protection!
"You okay?"
His voice, warm and worried as he stroked her hair, made it hard to answer right away. Okay didn't begin to cover it. Honestly, it had been incredible. So good she'd blacked out—that much went without saying. But...
"What are you going to do if I get pregnant?"
"Uh...?"
"What are you going to do if I get pregnant?"
"Uh...?"
The question came out of nowhere, and for a second I just froze. Thanks to the Contraception and Immune Constitution I'd just picked up, I didn't need to worry about pregnancy or STDs—but I was the only one who knew that. I'd been so absorbed in the fact that I could go raw that I hadn't bothered to think up a decent excuse.
And saying I'd take responsibility if she got pregnant... we weren't even dating. Hell, we didn't even have each other's phone numbers.
Should I say I got snipped? Or that I'm infertile?
Neither seemed like a great answer. Claiming I'd had a vasectomy when I was only twenty-four... and if she heard that, what would she think? Would she even believe it? And if she did, what would she make of it?
If I put myself in a woman's shoes, I'd look like some sex-crazed maniac. How many women do you have to be sleeping with to go and get that done? That was the kind of thought that would naturally come up.
And saying I was infertile...
What, I'm shooting blanks?
My pride wouldn't allow it. I couldn't hang that kind of label on myself at this age.
"Men are all the same."
I'd taken too long choosing an answer. Song Dayoung pushed against my chest with her hand, sounding sulky. As my body lifted, I slipped out of her with a wet pop. She felt it too—her face flushed as a small sound escaped her.
Our eyes met.
Ah, screw it.
"If you get pregnant, I'll take responsibility. Of course I will."
I was writing checks I couldn't cash. No—actually, this wasn't a blank check at all. I'd always figured that if someone ever got pregnant with my kid, marrying them would be a given. Abortion? The thought had never even crossed my mind. That was exactly why I'd always been so careful about protection. Even if it was a safe day. Even if she was on her period. I always wore a condom.
Which meant this had been my first time going raw.
"Hmph. Fine. If you were going to say that, you shouldn't have sat there thinking about it."
"Hey, I was just startled because you asked something so obvious. If a woman gets pregnant, the guy takes responsibility. That's just how it is, right?"
Before she could reply, I ducked my head and covered her mouth with mine. She didn't particularly try to answer anyway, accepting the kiss like it was the most natural thing in the world. As our tongues slid together I could feel her breathing grow gradually more ragged. And my cock, which had gone slack after coming just now, was steadily thickening again.
She felt it. She broke the kiss and looked at me.
"You're not going to stop at coming inside me just once, are you?"
Whatever happened to the shy, bashful girl from earlier? Song Dayoung was straight-up challenging me. If I held back now, I wouldn't be a man.
"Of course not. Want me to put a condom on this time?"
"Don't bother. What's the point of putting one on now? And..."
I waited for her to finish, but she only mumbled with her lips, no real voice coming out.
"And what? Why'd you trail off?"
I stroked her small breast with one hand and whispered against her ear. Song Dayoung was especially sensitive there, so her breathing went rough almost immediately and color flooded her face.
"...it was good..."
"Can't hear you. Say it louder."
I kept caressing her as I murmured against her ear. Her chest was so small you'd think there was nothing to touch, but that wasn't true at all. The slight swell of her modest breasts was plenty soft, and the small, cute nipples at their centers asserted themselves with surprising firmness. When I opened my hand and stroked across her, those nipples caught between my fingers, springy and tight.
"Hah... I said it was good without a condom...!"
The confession burst out of her along with a moan, and it put me in an excellent mood. I don't know about anyone else, but for someone like me who'd always insisted on condoms, going without this time had felt far better too.
"Yeah? You liked it raw?"
I slid the hand that had been on her chest down along her body. Past her navel, I slowly pushed my middle finger into her.
A lewd, wet sound filled the room as her juices and everything I'd left behind clung to my finger.
"Nnh—it was so good. Aaahn! I almost... lost my mind!"
Was there any greater compliment a man could get? Hearing her say it so honestly, the alcohol seemingly burned off, made me painfully hard. The night was still young. Fighting the urge to bury myself inside her right then and there, I kept the conversation going, thick and sticky.
"What did you like about it?"
"Just... everything... hah, I don't know... I just liked all of it. Ahhh!"
I worked my middle finger inside her while gently circling her clit with my thumb.
"Yeah? You just liked everything?"
"Mmh...! Nngh!"
Whether she was answering or just moaning was anyone's guess. Song Dayoung had her eyes squeezed shut, panting out nothing but broken sounds. And when I curled my finger and lightly scraped that ridged spot along her front wall—
"Haaaaahn!"
I watched her come apart for what had to be the fourth or fifth time. I couldn't hold back any longer either.