Their First Experience (Part 1)
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my body still damp from the shower.
A black-haired beauty that any man would lose his mind over.
Skin so fair it was almost blinding, with feminine curves that asserted themselves without being overwhelmingly huge.
This body was mine, yet not mine.
"Pretty,"
But it didn't turn me on.
The kind of flesh that my old self would have drooled over now just registered as a lump of fat, muscle, and blood.
Well, yeah. It's me, after all.
"Haaaaah..."
A powerful post-nut clarity hit me hard.
The fact that I had to have sex with a guy—not just that, but my brain was being rewired to think more like a woman's. It was all too fucking pathetic.
I dried off and stepped out of the shower.
The moment Yujin saw me, he jumped back like a cat tossed into water.
"H-Hey! You gotta cover up or something before you come out! Everything's showing!"
He turned his head away and slapped his hands over his eyes, yelling like that.
The way he honestly covered his eyes without peeking—gentlemanly, maybe? ...Who knows.
"We're about to fuck anyway, so what's with all the covering up? Hurry up and wash yourself."
The fresh awkwardness of our first night. That inexplicable tension. Heart pounding, love-love vibes.
I rejected it all.
Our relationship had to stay purely mechanical and monotonous. At least for now.
Yujin practically fled into the shower. I watched him go, then plopped down on the edge of the bed.
"Haaaaah..."
I'd been bluffing, but honestly, I was scared shitless too.
Just so you know, Yujin, you're not the only virgin here.
And this wasn't even a body I'd spent thirty years getting used to as a man—it was a woman's. One officially stamped with the mark of a "shitty pussy," no less.
One wrong step, and I could tumble straight into female depravity hell.
That would completely deny who I was.
"...I can do this. I can do this. It's just a bit of his flesh slipping inside me, nothing more."
Saying it like that makes me sound like some masochistic h-game heroine.
Anyway, enough thinking.
I ripped open a condom and waited endlessly for the guy.
"...Sorry to keep you waiting?"
He finally emerged from the shower.
Unlike me, he'd wrapped a towel around his waist out of embarrassment—which was fine—but his erection was so raging it looked ready to launch the towel into orbit. If anything, it made him look more pathetic.
Don't make that tense face. You're stressing me out too.
"...Sorry to bring this up now, but I don't actually know how to activate my Unique Ability."
Now you tell me?
You should've said that from the start. We're post-shower, condom ready—it's too late to back out now!
You wanted this that bad, huh!?
...Yeah, I get it. 100%.
"Don't worry. You'll figure it out instinctively. How to use your Unique Ability."
That's how it went in the original story.
"How do you—"
"Come here."
No need for chit-chat. I beckoned him over, and Yujin shut his mouth, sitting on the edge of the bed beside me.
We stared at each other in silence.
The world is so fucking unfair.
He was looking at a peerless beauty's naked body, while all I saw was a dude's naked frame, just starting to bulk up with muscle and angles.
Atmosphere-wise, I guess I had to take the lead... but my lips wouldn't move. My hands wouldn't either.
Touching another guy's dick voluntarily? It was pure poison to my male ego.
"......"
"......"
A brief silence.
In the end, Yujin was the one who manned up first.
Like he'd steeled his resolve, he fixed me with a sharp gaze, then gently pushed my upper body down onto the bed.
Me on the bottom, him on top.
Looking up from below, his body felt bigger and broader than usual.
His right hand, trembling faintly, grasped my breast.
Maybe because it was his first time, his grip control was off—it hurt a little too much.
"Eek!"
The moan slipped out involuntarily, igniting suicidal urges.
Me, making a sound like some damsel? Kill me now.
"Ah, s-sorry. Did I squeeze too hard?"
"No... I just got startled. Don't worry about it—just keep going."
If you stay that passive, even if your Unique Ability activates, it won't be that effective.
I'll handle controlling the pleasure, so just do what you want.
And honestly, what was the big deal?
Just a physical reaction. A fantasy cooked up by brain chemicals.
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form.
It's all just illusions from this worthless flesh—so why assign any meaning to it?
Overthinking and denying it would only make me more aware of the pleasure.
"Huuuuh... haaaaaah... huuuu... haa... ...Keep going."
"...Okay."
Reassured by my reaction, he started obsessing over my breasts with relentless focus.
Kneading both like crazy, imprinting the feel into his brain—that was basic. Then, like a puppy, he latched on and started licking.
A guy glued to my body like this, grunting away—it gave me chills.
Why are men so obsessed with tits? Pathetic beasts.
"Ngh... Hey, that tickles—ease up."
"Haa... Sorry. But it's my first time with these. I might not hold back—bear with me."
His hot breath and tongue roamed my cleavage.
Licking up my sweat and refilling it with his spit—it creeped me out a bit.
"...Fine, do whatever."
Sorry, but I wasn't about to fake exaggerated moans just to make him feel good.
Tits were just annoying clumps of fat anyway.
Keep stimulating them like this, and sure, sensitivity might rise a little—but not dramatically. Total time-waster for guys' self-satisfaction.
Well, it bought me time to get used to this relationship, so whatever. I could even understand his obsession a bit.
...But this was an eroge world. Real-life logic took a backseat.
And Yujin's tit fixation produced undeniable results.
"Ngh... Huu, huu... Hey, hold on. Seriously, how long are you planning to, ngh, suck on my tits like this?!"
At first, it was just a ticklish tingle.
But as the caressing continued, that tickle morphed.
Hot, itchy, aching—like I wanted to scratch it raw for relief, but not quite hating it.
This is what female pleasure feels like, I realized.
Different direction from male pleasure—my male-wired brain found it alien and scary.
My head knew something was going wrong, but I lacked the will to fight it.
Just fear. No way. Not even penetration yet—surely not?
"Haaaaah... Hoo, hoo, mm, chup..."
Even Yujin's obsessive frenzy on my breasts evolved.
His initially clumsy, excitement-driven hands grew delicate and cunning.
When kneading, just shy of painful—strong enough to avoid boredom, but never letting pain overwhelm pleasure.
His fingers pinpointed exactly where it tickled most, with eerie precision.
But this damn hand didn't follow "find sensitive spot" → "attack it."
No—arrogantly: "find sensitive spot" → "tease the less sensitive edges to make the spot ache more."
I was sure he knew where I felt it, but he wouldn't touch it—driving me insane with the itch.
My body unconsciously shoved the aching spot toward his fingers for relief.
But his fingers were ruthless. Never missing. Giving just a crumb of pleasure as bait, never more—like he wouldn't easily grant it.
Even as I swallowed my humiliation and offered my body!
This bastard's doing it on purpose, right?
Resentment boiled up; I glared at his face.
But he ignored it. Hell, he probably didn't even notice.
He was just a beast devouring breasts and skin—nothing more.
Eyes rolled back, oblivious to his own actions.
So toying with my tits wasn't skill or intent—it was pure instinct and talent.
Classic eroge protag, this perverted fucker!
"D-Don't... obsess over my tits like thaaat..."
"...Ah!"
He snapped out of it.
How many minutes had he spent just on my tits?
Now Hyowon'll think I'm some tit-obsessed maniac...
His thoughts were plain as day.
Dude, you are a tit-obsessed maniac. Why hide it now?
He fumbled, sliding one hand downward to finger my pussy.
And that was definitely my mistake.
"Hiiik!?!?"
In an eroge world, tits alone could melt a woman.
What did you think a pussy's sensitivity would be like—normal?
His index finger gently stroking my slit sent sparks jolting through my whole body.
Slowly, testing the waters, it slipped—one finger—inside my folds.
"Whoa, it's so hot... and ridiculously wet."
Don't say it, you idiot!
Don't say shit like that. I'm dying of shame!
Like he said, my body was already in baby-factory overdrive from the tit play.
Pussy wide open, throwing a welcome party for his dick anytime.
I knew that. But don't say it!
"...Um, how do I put it. It's insanely pretty."
Trying to set the mood with that nonsense.
I know I'm pretty better than anyone—just focus on the task!
"It's, like... soaked here. This is 'cause it feels good, right? Doing it with me feels good..."
"......"
I stayed silent.
Opening my mouth to retort might make my voice crack—nothing lamer.
He didn't seem to expect a reply anyway—no disappointment, just dove into pussy caresses.
I felt his finger sliding inside vividly.
How thick it was, how it moved, how my pussy walls responded.
If tit play was slow-simmering on low heat, this was a roaring blaze.
Even this cautious slowness packed this much pleasure.
Oh, shit. Dangerous.
I knew Hyowon's pussy was shitty-sensitive, but not this much...
I bit my lower lip till it bled, resisting.
My pretty face is ruined, I self-mocked to escape reality.
No, it's not just my pussy being shitty.
Yujin's technique was absurdly masterful for a newbie.
The guy who'd sadistically avoided my weak spots on tits now targeted them relentlessly inside my pussy—like a madman.
That insane contrast was driving me nuts.
"...Oh, right—women feel it more from the clit, not there."
W-Wait, hold up. You haven't touched my clit yet—
"Nyaaaaah!! Ngh♥ Hic, hnnngh, hoooooook♥"
My head... went blank.
All the buildup exploded at once.
Vision sparkling, I couldn't think—whole body flooded with blissful weakness and languor.
This is women's climax?
"Uh, um... Did that... feel good?"
Yujin asked.
Pretending he didn't know, the shameless bastard.
I hated the faint smug achievement on his face—like he'd succeeded in pleasuring me.
This fucker... just one-sidedly attacking like that.
I couldn't just lie there helplessly.
Hating another guy's dick? My shredded pride overrode that.
I gritted my teeth and grabbed his cock.
To make him taste humiliation too.
And I sighed.
"What the—it's so fucking hard!?"