Chapter 18
Chapter 18
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: 3. My Pad (7)
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"...Ugh. Ah.... Yeah...Ugh...."
Not even to the root,
not even halfway,
just the tip, about two finger-widths deep, and he slowly rocked his hips.
Gently and carefully.
So that Lee Ha-yoon, experiencing a cock for the first time, could gradually get used to a man.
Gently.
And yet, every now and then like this...
"Haa.... Ahh....?"
A little deeper.
She couldn't just keep teasing around forever like some childish game, so as long as Ha-yoon's expression didn't twist in pain, he went deeper.
The cock, sheathed in a condom to put her at ease.
He pushed it firmly into her tense inner walls, then slowly pulled back out.
...If she'd winced in pain, he'd have gone even slower than this.
But looking down at Ha-yoon, who clutched the pillow tight with every thrust, offering no real resistance, his head grew hot.
At this rate, he could probably just slam it all the way in, root-deep, and she'd love it in no time.
Her pleasure spots were all gathered there anyway. No need to be so gentle, right?
He swallowed the surging desire scraping at his brain—fueled by arousal—and leisurely withdrew his cock.
The faint virgin blood from moments ago had already faded, replaced by a thick coating of her sticky fluids on the condom.
Her juices clung so viscously they stretched in gooey strands from the base of his cock.
"Noona."
"...Yeah."
"Stop hugging that pillow. I can't see your face."
"My... why do you wanna see my face, you perv...?"
"...Because I'm a perv."
"......"
A flood of retorts flashed through his mind, but she was right.
He was a perv.
Ever since the old days, he'd fantasized about heroes—
heroes like you, Ha-yoon, adored by the masses—and secretly bringing one home, fucking her senseless,
then parading her back in front of her clueless fans the next morning, none the wiser.
...Just like having a secret idol fling.
"...Th-this deep... is enough...?"
Ha-yoon hesitated for a moment before slightly lowering the pillow she'd been clutching, revealing her eyes.
Her pretty emerald-green eyes—identical to Lee Ji-yoon's—met his gaze.
"Much better. Just now, it looked more like you were masturbating alone than having sex."
"Wh-why say it like that...!"
"You're the one dodging conversation, Noona."
"I'm not dodging.... Ngh...?!"
It wasn't as relaxed as during their deep kisses earlier.
Still, even as he poked in two finger-widths with wet squelches, she only frowned faintly, gazing up at him with damp eyes. She didn't seem to hate it.
Feels better than I thought.
But deeper is still scary.
Something like that.
He scraped against the inner walls he'd pressed earlier, and she stared into his eyes for about three seconds before finally closing them.
As he wiped away her trickling sweat and thrust even deeper than before, she hugged the pillow tighter and turned her head to the side.
"......, ...! Th-there, wait, it feels... weird...."
"You're dodging. Ever since you started squeezing that pillow."
"No, something feels... off...."
Ignoring her wriggling hips, he gripped her pelvis and rubbed the tip against her clinging folds, every ridge gripping tight.
Around halfway in.
A spot any other guy could reach easily, not just him.
But no one's pleasure spots were completely absent there.
...All for comparison, anyway.
To show her there was a place she liked far more than this shallow depth,
he teased her relentlessly, then—
pulled his cock out all at once.
Ha-yoon, who'd only been whimpering with her eyes shut, jerked her head back for the first time, body twitching.
All at once.
"Hak...! Ha...?! Wh-what.... Why...?"
"Feels like I'm gonna cum."
"Cum...? Oh, th-that, semen.... Mmm...."
Far from cumming, he felt like he'd die from the tease, but he lied through his teeth and rubbed the tip against her sopping entrance again.
Forcing open the twitching hole that still looked impossibly virgin-tight, he shoved in quickly up to the foaming, fluid-coated condom.
No longer easing her into the foreign sensation like before—he was finally fucking her properly.
Squelch, squelch.
Ha-yoon, mouth agape and panting hard, murmured just loud enough to hear.
"...Sex feels... so good......"
"...Yeah?"
"At f-first, I was scared.... But it's better than I thought...."
"Good to hear."
"My friends who have boyfriends said it wasn't as great as they expected... sounded disappointed...."
"You talk about that?"
"With the ones who have boyfriends.... ?!?"
He gave half-hearted replies to her idle chatter, sinking deeper bit by bit.
Her walls, spread wide around the unfamiliar invader, waited; when her twitching stopped, he pulled out,
then as the pillow on her heaving breasts bobbed with her gasps, thrust back in a little deeper than before.
...Watching fresh slick coat the soaked condom.
Deeper.
"Hee.... Hak.... Ngh...."
Little by little, as she grew accustomed to his cock, she turned her head aside, breathing raggedly.
He pinned her thighs, swallowed the urge to pound her into submission, and kept the conversation going.
"Not just listening anymore—you can talk too now, huh, Noona?"
"...Y-yeah, actually.... I lied about having experience...."
"...?"
"Th-they all thought I had a boyfriend.... S-so somehow I ended up saying I lost it in first year high school.... Gave love advice.... Nodded along when they said sex sucked.... Anyway...."
"......"
"N-now, I'll say... it felt good.... Especially like this, when it... goes all the way in...."
Whispering like that, embarrassed, she pulled the pillow back up to hide her face.
Though his root was still a few finger-widths from bottoming out.
Deep enough for freshly-deflowered Ha-yoon to misunderstand.
Plus, their thighs kept brushing, and with the pillow clutched tight, she couldn't see below well.
There were girls like that among villains sometimes.
Convinced they'd been hit cervix-deep when barely halfway in, all on their own.
Of course, within ten minutes, they'd learn exactly what a crushed womb felt like....
"......"
...Somehow,
that...
A virgin whose only experience had been fingers until moments ago,
now babbling vulgar nonsense and deluded—
...it was filthy hot.
While Ha-yoon hid her flushed face behind the pillow, he shifted positions slightly.
"Ngh.... Uh...."
Lifted her relaxed hips,
gripped above her pelvis where his hand had braced on the bed.
As the angle changed, her stimulation shifted; she came lightly, walls clenching tight around him.
Seizing her moment of bliss—
"Hik...?"
Root-deep, as she wanted,
to the base untouched by her fluids,
scraping her impossibly tight walls raw,
thud, thud, thud.
Into the spot clustered with her pleasure zones,
he slammed fast, then
"Uk...? Ngh....?? Uh...?"
pulled out fast, savoring her hips shuddering.
Her dripping fluids splattered onto her lower belly.
His cock stiffened at her crude moans leaking from behind the pillow.
Satisfyingly.
"Noona."
"Hee..., He...?"
"Answer me. Noona."
"...Y-yeah...."
"Still haven't changed your mind?"
"Mind...?"
"Does it feel good all the way in?"
"......"
The pillow she'd clutched tight since earlier.
One ear peeking from the side was still flushed red.
No answer came.
So.
He slammed in again. Thud thud.
This time, with desire unleashed.
Like venting all he'd held back,
gripping her pelvis like a handle as she clenched from orgasms,
thud-thud-thud—the lewd womb-smashing sounds loud enough for the neighbors,
squelch-squelch—her lower belly and ass dripping fluids as they parted, loud enough for the walls,
her screams from behind the pillow, loud enough to carry through,
he rammed root-deep with his blood-engorged cock as he pleased.
"Heuk.... Hek.... Heaak...."
Pleasure now overwhelmed panic; her climax intervals shortened with every thrust, body jerking.
Yet still, no answer.
"Noona."
"Wh-why.... ...Ugh, huaa...."
"Why won't you answer straight?"
"I did wha-at.... I did everything...."
"I asked if it feels good all the way in."
Most women's pleasure spots clustered upfront.
Not that deep-loving women didn't exist, but even they usually preferred front stimulation.
But Ha-yoon.
Hers were weirdly concentrated near her cervix and clit.
If he'd been some worthless guy taking her virginity,
she might've ended up thinking like her friends.
...Come to think of it,
was that boyfriend-having friend the same? Insensitive to shallow thrusts?
He brushed off the stray thought, gripped her pelvis tight, and pounded countless times.
"Lee Ha-yoon."
"Ngh.... Hik.... Ah-ut, ah...?!"
"Not answering?"
"Hak......"
The sun had fully set; it was too dark to see well.
Still, the crude sounds from slamming her slicked belly,
the lewd voice bursting from the clutched pillow,
the sticky sprays from her squirting orgasms dotting his body—
he felt it all, even without light.
"I an-swered...."
"You didn't."
"I di-id...!"
The plan to "be gentle since it's Ha-yoon's first time" was in tatters.
He released her pelvis—held for thrusting—and instead pinned her thighs, pistoning down hard from above.
The bed's creaks grew louder.
The wet slaps, her hoarse screams—much louder.
Now the neighbors were probably pressing ears to the wall,
he thought, slamming deep into her core.
"...Then answer again. Now."
"......Hak, ha.... I'm doing it... right now...."
Ready to blow any second.
"Can't hear. Again."
"Not with words..., ngh.... My body... is answering...."
So she'd never glance at another man.
"If it sucked..., uh.... I wouldn't let you... fuck me, idiot.... Mmph...."
He yanked away the obstructive pillow hiding her face,
forced his saliva into her mouth like with Ji-yoon in secret, kissing deep,
"......, ...?! ......♡.... ......! ...."
all the pent-up cum,
enough to worry the condom might burst,
spurt..., spuuuurt, splurt, splurt....
burying root-deep in her deepest spot to unload.
He slammed and came.
"......Phhaa.... Hak.... Hak...."
"Hoo...."
Lips parted; she gasped out held breaths, going limp.
Pulling out, the condom tip bulged white with semen, carefully dangling off.
One down.
Seven left.
Dozens more he could grab.
For her first time, two or three rounds might be her limit.
He knotted the condom tip and tossed it on her thigh; she twitched.
Stepping off the bed, he chugged water, then ripped open another condom wrapper with a rrrip.
Hearing it, Ha-yoon—who'd been panting sprawled out—propped up slightly to look at him.
"......"
And then,
quietly.
Very quietly.
She lay back on the bed, turned her head aside, and silently spread her thighs.
...Even making a V with her fingers to part her dripping slit.
Her slick soaking his bedsheet.
Quietly.