3. The One-Room (6)
"Hik… Eut…? Ungh…???"
I slowly trailed my finger down around her hidden clit, tucked away inside her panties. Teasingly close to Lee Hayun's clit, ever so careful. Gliding along the plump, soft curve, then I gently parted the already slick mound with two fingers—it was drenched just from kissing. Her waist trembled slightly at first, then went limp as if everything was fine. Was she confused by this first touch from someone else? Enjoying it? Scared? …Well, it was a perfectly natural reaction, all things considered. For someone who'd been chattering away so bubbly just ten minutes after we met, this innocent response was surprisingly pure.
"S-Sch… Sch… Ah…."
Unlike her true erogenous zones, the spots she'd developed herself through constant masturbation were all concentrated up front. Right around her hymen, that is. Whether she stopped there because she valued her virginity or just out of fear, limiting her fingers to that depth—who knows. Didn't matter. Even if her hymen was already torn, I wouldn't have cared much. I'd seen plenty of villains whose obsessive masturbation had ripped it before any real experience. Ones who'd only explored up to their own finger length.
"Woojin, ah… Us, just up to here…? Eut…?!?"
Lee Hayun pressed herself against the wall, trying to escape me. I pinned her down with a light nip at her ear, pressing my finger to her soaked entrance. …From the mound to the entrance. And the clit. Just enough space for maybe one knuckle, and I was going to stir it up to her liking.
"Ung… Hik…."
Just a slight pressure from my middle finger made her waist jerk. The tongue we'd been kissing with brushed her earlobe, and her small shoulders shivered. Each little reaction fueled my conquest, making my touches rougher. She wasn't a full hero yet—just a trainee. Not even one who'd become famous; no one I'd ever heard of. But the thrill of bringing such a girl to my room and teaching her about men for the first time had my heart racing.
"…Turn your head, Hayun."
"Eh… Mmph, chuup… Chup…."
I released her now-docile ear from my bite, forced her head around for a kiss, and moved my fingers. She'd dropped the polite "noona" honorifics for a bit. As she melted into the kiss, I flicked the fingers teasing her entrance upward. They hit her slick, hooded clit. Her tongue stiffened as she came lightly. I gripped the back of her ponytail, kissing her hard, then ignored the thighs clamping my wrist and pressed down on her clit with my middle and ring fingers.
…That's when.
"…Phah… Woojin, ah…."
Lee Hayun twisted her head away, whispering urgently.
"What?"
"That spot's…."
"What spot?"
"……E-Embarrassing…."
What a weird thing to say. She'd said nothing when I pinned her to the bed and tangled tongues like last night with Lee Jiyoon. Nothing when I stripped off her bra on the bed, or when I openly said we were gonna fuck and grabbed a condom, or when I slipped my hand into her pure white panties stained with her juices. And now she was embarrassed and wanted me to stop? Hayun, doesn't that seem a bit off to you?
"How's it embarrassing?"
"……Ah… St-Stop, don't touch there…."
I rubbed her ready, slick clit firmly as I asked. Her perky nipples, freshly exposed, were the same. Holding her close with one arm, I pinched a cherry-pink tip hard—maybe too hard. She gave up gripping my dick, grabbing my wrist to stop me instead…. But I kept going. Squeeze, press.
"Say it properly. You said it's embarrassing. Where?"
"…You're keep touching it, how could it not be embarrassing, you idiot…!"
"Did I say something weird?"
"Not that… You keep, touching…?!"
"Touching where?"
"Ugh… Th-There…, hik…!!"
"Say it straight. Where."
"You're, right now, touching… Ungh… Eut…."
Clits were convenient like that. You could give pleasure without delicate control. Especially when she was this soaked—peel back the hood and rub, and you had the upper hand. Rubbing it her way made her hips buck with a "hiiik, hik," panicking. I covered her lips again, persistently working her clit. Until her squirming climaxes lasted longer than her resistance.
Then a small idea hit me. That word she'd been fixated on.
I whispered it into her ear, rubbing her now rock-hard clit furiously.
"…Can't say it 'cause I'm your noona?"
"Haak… Ha… Haa…."
"You should lead, but you wanna be led. Getting all cute from me instead, so it's embarrassing?"
"Uh… Hngt… Hik…."
Whispering right into her flushed ear. Never missing the lewd squelches from her panties. Never missing her happy, slutty breaths. Ignoring her thighs squeezing my wrist begging to stop, I kept whispering. And then.
"…Hayun."
"Heok… He…?"
"Stick out your tongue."
"……Ah…?"
One step further. Testing how far she'd obey.
But.
"……."
"……."
No instant surrender, no tail-wagging clinginess. She just swallowed hard, then slowly—agonizingly slowly—shook her head no.
…While clearly enjoying it.
"Don't wanna?"
"…N-Not that I hate it… But it's pervy… Sticking out my tongue for a junior to feed me saliva…."
She was the noona. The senior. Just one year older. Flaunting her fragile pride—and I loved it. Training an obedient puppy gave no thrill. Honestly, I'd expected her usual Hayun self to wag her tail right away…. This unexpected resistance brought a pleased smile to my lips. Noona. Senior. Teasing those words made her pride spark rebellion, bit by bit. Who knew when it'd crumble?
"…Noona. Hayun-sunbae."
"…You switched to casual suddenly, now what. You jerk…."
"You know how to put this on?"
"Put on…? What…."
Calling her noona again, I placed the condom packet on her lower belly. The bold "0.01" and "XXL" after it stood out.
"……."
She'd been chatty, but now she shut up, staring. I pulled my hand from her slick panties, grabbed her dazed hand, and made her grip the packet firmly. All that pleasure had filled her head, but now that the main event loomed, it went blank. People were so consistent.
"Tear that open, noona."
"……Tear…? Oh, the wrapper…."
No plans to ruin her from the start. Pounding till she passed out root-deep could wait. This foreplay was enough. Like a kid with a stag beetle, she inspected the condom. I gripped her thighs, spreading them wide. She tensed at first, embarrassed, resisting my hands—but only briefly. She realized blocking wouldn't gain her anything. After all, she'd come to my one-room hoping for some event. And it couldn't just be kissing and petting.
"Should I take 'em off completely? Or just push aside?"
"…P-Panties?"
"Yeah."
"……Pushing aside wouldn't be uncomfortable…? Then might as well take 'em off…."
"Then lift your hips a bit. Let me take 'em off."
"Ung…."
Because noona. Giving her choices. Pointless ones, really—didn't matter. But noonas love the treatment. I hooked the panties clinging to her hips, soaked and stringy with her juices, peeled them off her straight legs, and tossed them on the floor.
"…Noona. Still can't open it?"
"Ah, ah…! Wait… I was, looking at it…."
"Looking? At what? Me taking off your panties?"
"……."
Her eyelids fluttered, then she nodded hesitantly. Cute for someone craving noona treatment. Fumbling the packet, blushing at admitting she watched me strip her panties.
…Maybe that's why. My dick throbbed impossibly harder.
Unlike her fumbling, she soon pulled out the condom. The wrapper tore, and the glistening apricot sheath dangled from her fingers.
"Th-This goes… on your dick, right…."
"Yeah."
"Grab the end and unroll it…."
Muttering—she must've looked it up on her phone last night. Whatever. Her clumsy "expert" act was hot. I shifted closer to her face. She flinched at my rigid erection but carefully started rolling it on.
"……."
"……."
Her focused cuteness made me stroke her hair absentmindedly. Far from noona treatment, but she just glanced up once and kept going. Probably didn't hate it.
"…Now spread your thighs properly. Don't keep hiding."
"……."
"If it hurts, say so. I'll go slow."
"……."
No words. Just nods from her head. …Her actions screamed desperate for noona treatment. But really, she felt like a same-age at best. Lee Jiyoon's stiff reactions suited a noona more. Telling Hayun that would hurt her feelings. Swallowing a chuckle, I fixed the sloppy condom she'd put on, then pressed my glans against her tiny hole.
"…Eut…."
"Hurts? Already?"
"N-No… Not that… ……Nervous…."
Just the tip in. Not enough to break her hymen. Barely pressing at the entrance. I wanted to slam into her sensitive spots, but… first time. Even those spots would hurt now. Bracing for pain? I looked down at her clutching the pillow.
"…So you're okay now?"
"……."
Her face vanished behind the hugged pillow with a nod. Hmm… I wanna see your face while we fuck. Recalling her constant shyness, I compromised. Slowly pushed my hips forward.
"……?! …, ……!!"
"Hoo…."
Her hands clenched the pillow hard. Accepting a male for the first time felt insanely weird, beyond words. But she kept her thighs spread despite twitching—no quitting.
"……Eut… Hik… Ah…!"
Looking down at her, I thrust deeper. Feeling the walls resist the intruder. And the thin membrane blocking my glans midway. Press. Press. Press.
"…, ……, ……Eut…!?"
Snap. Savoring the faint sensation of severing what she'd guarded for 21 years,
"…Can you handle it? …Noona?"
"Haa… Hak… Hurts, but… This much is, whatever…."
Always battered hero Hayun gave permission, so I,
"Ungh… Eut… Woojin, Woojinnie… A bit, shallow…."
"…Like this?"
"Yeah… Right there, that's… …Okay…."
Slowly. As slow as possible, I rocked my hips to loosen her walls. So she could enjoy sex. Accept me deeper than just the entrance. Until she could swallow me root-deep. After hitting her unknown weaknesses. So no other man would catch her eye.