Their First Experience (Part 2)
Unless you're the protagonist of some NTR game, eroge heroes almost always share one defining trait.
A long, thick cock so brimming with masculinity it looks ready to overflow.
So when I first laid eyes on Yujin's dick, I wasn't all that shocked.
It was definitely intimidating enough to crush my pre-possession self with defeat.
No, screw that—before even thinking about defeat, I was legit worried shoving this into my pussy might tear me apart for real. Even forcing it in, would the whole thing fit?
But the moment I touched that monstrous thing, I finally grasped its true power.
This cock was unbelievably hard. Like someone had hammered iron spikes into it.
It convinced me that once inside, it'd bulldoze through my pussy's winding paths, scraping the walls raw with unyielding rigidity.
Dangerous. This is fucking dangerous.
Honestly, fingers alone have me on the edge already. Can I even handle this?
...Cheap condom, you're all I've got. Offset this beast's pleasure as much as you can, please.
Even shit has its place—if you ditch me, the world ditches you.
"...Hey, you gonna move or what?"
Yujin panted, his cock twitching as he prodded me.
Like, hurry up and stroke me with that little hand to make me feel good, you arrogant prick!
"...I know, I know. Quit rushing me."
I gripped his shaft hard on purpose, hoping to make him wince.
No dice. If anything, the firm pressure turned him on—he let out a gross hngh~.
...What now?
Driven by the urge not to just take it lying down, I'd grabbed it impulsively, but now my mind went blank. No clue how to proceed.
"...Wanna try stroking it up and down like this?"
"Uh, yeah?"
Handjob, basically?
Not surprising. A girl grabbing a guy's dick mid-sex? Only one meaning.
I had to milk this king cobra myself, stroking till it spat its venom.
...Fuck, sage time's gonna hit like a truck.
I'd psyched myself up for sex with Yujin a million times, but every step forward hit a mental barricade, jolting me to a halt.
Still, no backing out now.
"Fine, I got it. Have some patience."
I slid my hand up and down his length in a gentle rhythm.
His cock was too massive for my small palm to fully encircle.
The bulging veins felt menacing; each stroke sent shivers through my hand.
So rigid overall, yet the glans was surprisingly soft. That'd cushion the clash between cock and pussy just right.
My soul screamed at touching another man's dick.
Ughhh, fucking gross!
But contrasting my soul, this body ramped up excitement at breakneck speed, heart pounding wildly.
If this invades me inside... The thought assaulted my brain relentlessly.
Aaah!! Get out of my head! ...Or maybe I should be the one getting out.
"Aah... ngh... Hyowon, your hand's so soft... feels amazing."
Ew, gross.
You don't need to say that, idiot!
Even as an original guy, it'd repulse me—and original Hyowon would've sneered too.
Not empty flattery, though; each big stroke made his cock throb happily.
My own dick was forever barred from me now, yet this one luxuriated in my handjob.
That pissed me off somehow.
"Hah, you're pathetic. This gets you off that much? Weak sauce. Be honest—you're a premature shooter, right?"
So I provoked him pointlessly.
Knew it was dumb, but my lips moved on their own.
"N-no! What're you talking about? I haven't even cum once."
"Oh yeah? Then how's this?"
I tightened my grip and sped up the strokes.
Suddenly recalled a yuri manga line: 'I'm a girl too, so I know all the spots that feel good. Way better than with a guy.'
Back then, I thought, Huh, maybe?
But wasn't this moment basically the same? I used to be a guy, so I know all his pleasure spots. Leverage that experience...
...Nah, nothing fancy.
Guys jerking off don't bust out acrobatics.
And guy's pleasure spots? Hell if I knew mine well.
"...You're the premature one, aren't you?"
"What!? The hell kinda bullshit is that!?"
This body a quickshot? Bullshit—I'm... well, not a stud, but above average!
"But..."
His finger inside my pussy twisted half a turn.
The sneak attack pursed my lips into an O, forcing out a dumb ohohogo.
"Ohohoooh... ngh, y-you bastard, cut that shiiiit..."
"Just a tiny finger twitch and you're like this. Who's the quickshot?"
Unfair. Fucking unfair.
It's this body that's premature, not me.
But not over yet.
"Wh-who's premature? I haven't cum. You know that."
"True, not yet... but you're about to. You already went once just before."
My cheeks burned.
Why's this guy so chatty for a dude?!
"I said I haven't!"
I cranked the handjob to max speed.
Movements to squeeze out his load, instill defeat, save face at least...
"Mm... think that'll do it?"
Yujin wasn't idle either.
He switched up his fingering inside me, flashy and precise.
I felt my tight pussy morphing to his rhythm.
Tzub-tzub♥ Gross wet sounds flooded the bedroom mercilessly.
Innate talent or whatever, he nailed every sensitive spot, shoving me toward climax alley.
A filthy endurance match: whose pride on the line for who cums first.
The winner...
The winner...
...Hate to admit it, but Yujin.
"Ah, ah, aaah♥ Nngh, nnguuuuuh♥♥♥♥"
I tried holding back.
If I couldn't stop the orgasm, at least hide it.
Impossible. Utterly.
How do you conceal sweet electric shocks racking your body?
Even if superhuman willpower sealed my moans, no use.
Pussy juice squirted like a water park—psshht! psshht! psshht!—broadcasting my state crystal clear.
Eroge heroines climax spectacularly to pamper players' eyes and ears.
Biting lips for a mere ang♥? Unfit for a training heroine.
Go to pure love routes if that's your jam.
True training girls squirt fluids till they risk dehydration, wailing lewdly and boldly.
That philosophy now stabbed me in the back.
Worse: while I came three times straight, his cock hadn't spilled a drop. Ruthless.
Normally, courtesy of my effort warrants one shot, right?
Pre-cum drooling out just made it glossier, tastier-looking. Infuriating.
"Say it. Who's the premature one?"
"Sh-shut up!"
His smug winner's face grated too much.
Without eroge protag buffs, I'd wreck you...
But facts are facts. This path, I'd be a one-sided fucktoy.
Time for a gamble to balance power.
"F-fine, my handjob skills might suck a bit. But how's this?"
Grabbed a condom from the shelf, tore it open, rolled it onto his dick.
Bit of fumbling—first time using one for real—but success.
Wow, bought the largest size, and it's barely half full? For real?
Truly a monster.
Objectively, that size spells sex life problems—unless you're not stabbing girls dead with it.
But eroge girls are monsters too. Trained huntresses? Case closed.
Bought thick, numbing ones to dull pleasure... but it backfired, making it look even bigger.
This'll be fine, right?
"...L-lie down. I'll ride you."
"Huh? Cowgirl? Missionary's better, no?"
"J-just shut up and lie down."
His Female Training shines through taming—inflicting shame, breaking minds for devoted service.
Missionary's efficient then.
But handing him control now? My brain might melt from pleasure.
I'll lead, climb the stairs slow.
Humans adapt. Eventually, even this insane bliss becomes routine.
Just hold out till then.
"Hah, hah, haaah... O-okay, putting it in. You agree, right?"
"Uh, y-yeah."
I'm nervous, he's nervous.
Our true first union. Excitement's inevitable.
His cock glowed red-hot, like fresh from the forge.
Condom should've muted the color, yet it shone brighter. Weird.
This is going inside me now?
Squatted awkwardly, pressed glans to pussy entrance.
Nerves had sweat beading on my forehead.
For real? Really? Seriously? Inner me interrogated endlessly.
I shut my eyes.
Hesitation only makes it harder.
If doing it, all at once!
-Splurt-
"Ngh, grrrrrrgh!!!! Ngh, hngh, haaak..."
Something precious inside me shattered.
Lost virginity before losing my incel status. What a twist.
As expected, his massive cock wouldn't fit my tight pussy easily.
Labia stretched to tearing; blood stained his crotch.
I knew it hurt.
...Weird phrasing 'cause I didn't truly feel the pain.
Before agony could ravage me, fiery pleasure hunted it down and crushed it.
Common belief: deflowering pain blocks pleasure.
I can say: maybe pleasure just wasn't enough compared to pain before?
"Ah, ah, aaah, aaaahk..."
Overwhelming bliss reduced me to deflating gasps.
This absurdly huge cock fit my narrow pussy like a key and lock.
Gaps filled by my juices; we meshed like one body.
That burning in my pussy? Probably the deflowering pain—felt distant, like someone else's issue.
Not the priority. This brain-melting pleasure first.
"Hah, hng, hoooo..."
"Hey, y-you okay? Your face..."
My face how? Spit it out or shut up.
-Tzubbbblorp-
Hips lifted on instinct.
Eh? What? I-I didn't mean to...? Weird.
The fullness filling me exposed to air.
Chyujuk—sticky fluid dripped audibly.
Hips dropped again.
Pussy flesh scraped flawlessly, igniting.
Plush glans smack!-kissed my depths.
And simultaneously,
-Pssshhoooooooo!!!-
Hot jets soaked Yujin's abs.
S-sorryyy. Force of nature. Bear with me a bit.
One more... slowwwly lift hips~ then sloooowly drop...
O-okay. Still fine. Still sane.
Like this... suuuper slow. Get used to it gradually.
-Pssshooo!!-
Ah, again, cumming agaaaain... One piston and I blow? This body's trash, kek.
B-but fine. I'm a guy; won't lose to pleasure like this.
I'm not original Hyowon, who got wrecked by complacency.
So I...
"Hyowon!!!"
Suddenly, Yujin's arms yanked me into a hug.
My cheek pressed his hard chest.
Eh? Why the sudden rush? No, don't misunderstand—we're not...
"Oog, ohgoog, ngh, agh, aak, aaaahk...♥♥♥♥♥"
He pistoned wildly on his own.
Nothing like my careful moves—frantic, like death chasing, final death throes upward thrusts.
Stop, you maniac! We'll die! For real!!
"Uh, ah, ahh, o, hooo♥"
Words failed.
Strength gone; couldn't twitch a finger.
Resolved to take his cock to survive, now sex might kill me.
Stop.
Please.
Mercy.
Die.
Fucking die.
Pussy broken.
Brain.
How.
Did it.
Become.
Ah, cumming.
Again.
Still cumming.
Again,
again,
ah,
ah.
Ah.
Ah.
Ah.