Sudden First Time with the Man-Hater
Sudden first experience crashing in—I naturally figured it had to be Jo Ayoung.
Well, at least Jeong Hyeji would've made sense.
Stretch it a bit, and even Kang Yena might've done it out of curiosity.
But Song Jiyeong?
Why the hell was the girl who despised men with every fiber of her being pulling down my pants?
"Why the fuck are you here?"
"Sh-shut up. Don't open your damn mouth…."
She was so flustered that even in the dark room, I could see her face flushing red.
Her expression—frozen in confusion, hand still gripping my dick without letting go—was something I'd never seen in all the years I'd known her.
"Ah, it hurts. Let go."
"Fuck!"
I cautiously spoke up as I felt her grip tightening, and she flung her hand away like she was tossing trash, releasing my dick in a rush.
It was the kind of swing that could've counted as a slap.
My balls stung from the motion.
Shouldn't have said anything.
"Urk!"
"Uh… sorry."
I curled up on the bed clutching myself, and she muttered a low apology.
What a novel experience. Song Jiyeong apologizing to me over something like this.
Guess she was that thrown off.
Once I'd calmed down a bit, she was still sitting on the bed, head turned away, eyes cast down.
The pose felt so awkward for her.
A full W-sit. So damn feminine.
"Why are you doing this here?"
"You. That thing."
She pointed at my crotch.
I wasn't sure if this was the right vibe, but my dick was already fully hard.
Not that I didn't want to cover up—it's just that I couldn't spot where she'd tossed my pants.
After all the near-sex stuff with Ayoung right here, I get a boner on reflex just from smelling a girl's scent on the bed.
"…Why the hell are you hard as fuck."
"It's, uh, instinct. Can't help it."
This was bullshit. Your fault too, big time.
Middle of the night, yanking a guy's pants off, sitting there in that slutty outfit—how am I not supposed to get hard?
"Fuck, how much have you been messing around with that slut Ayoung that you pop a boner just from hearing a girl's voice."
Song Jiyeong quickly regained her fire, scowling as she vented her complaints.
Wait, was that a misunderstanding?
"Hey, things with me and Ayoung aren't that serious…."
"Whatever, loser. Lie down."
"Huh? Why?"
"Why what? Fuck, I'm pissed and I need to settle it. We're gonna fuck, so lie the hell down."
My brain couldn't keep up with this lightning-fast escalation.
What? Who? Why?
"Hold on, calm down. What's gotten into you?"
"What, you don't want to? Some loser virgin gets to fuck once and now you're picky?"
"No, that's not it. Just calm down first. You're way too worked up right now."
I dodged her hand grabbing my collar and seized both her shoulders.
Way easier than expected. Song Jiyeong froze at my touch.
In the past seven years, I'd never once laid a hand on her.
It had always been one-sided—her hands on me.
And now, our historic first contact, in a situation like this.
Shoulders gripped, she swallowed hard with a stiff face.
"I just don't get it. Didn't you hate guys?"
"Yeah, I do. Fucking hate 'em. Guys are just retarded shits who get hard the second they touch a girl's body and think about pounding pussy."
She glared at me with a venomous look.
Her eyes burned with real hostility.
This wasn't some ideological disdain—it felt deeper.
"Not every guy's like that."
"Sure. You wouldn't have the balls anyway. But talking shit like that with a raging hard-on? Zero credibility."
Couldn't argue with that.
"Why me, though? This is so out of nowhere."
"Do whatever. Just keep that dick hard."
"No, I don't wanna fuck a girl who hates me. What if shit hits the fan later?"
"Argh, fuck, I won't tell anyone, so just stay hard. I'll handle it."
We were going in circles.
I had no clue why she was suddenly like this, or why I was hesitating when sex was on the table.
If it wasn't Song Jiyeong, would I have jumped at it?
Nah, I'd probably turn down anyone else too. Maybe waver a bit with Jo Ayoung.
Anyway.
Seeing her huffing with a face full of dissatisfaction, I decided to calmly talk her down.
I didn't know the reason, but rushing this felt like it'd screw everything up—my instincts from years of reading the room were screaming it.
"Sorry, but I don't wanna lose my virginity to a girl who hates me. At least give me a clear reason."
"What?"
Song Jiyeong's eyes went wide like she'd heard something unbelievable.
"You… haven't fucked Jo Ayoung?"
"Told you, we've never gone all the way."
"Fuck, you're still a virgin?"
She turned her head and ground her teeth.
"That bitch. Talking like she's such a slut."
What the hell did Jo Ayoung say during their three-way chat earlier that got her this riled up before bedtime?
Probably teased Song Jiyeong mercilessly about having dirt on her, high on some twisted superiority complex, spouting bullshit about sexual norms.
And surprisingly, Song Jiyeong was the type to get rattled by her friends.
"Looks like there was a misunderstanding. Now that it's cleared up, can you get off?"
Relief washed over me, mixed with creeping regret, as I gently pushed her shoulders back.
Her firm thighs straddling my lap were a little stimulating, but given the situation, my dick had gone limp ages ago.
You've got some sense after all.
But against my wishes—
Song Jiyeong didn't budge. She smirked and pressed my shoulders down, laying me flat on the bed.
"Cut the crap. Actually, this works out better. I'll take the lead and make sure that bitch can't look down on me."
What kind of dogshit logic was that?
Unlike Jo Ayoung, Song Jiyeong was 100% pure virgin—no doubt about it.
Don't throw away your hymen just to one-up your prankster friend in some pissing contest.
"No, don't do this."
"Stay still. Guys just need to get hard and blow their load—that's it. Got it?"
This crazy bitch!
Song Jiyeong pinning my shoulders had the eyes of someone completely unhinged.
"What does virginity even mean these days? Everyone's just fucking around."
Jo Ayoung's voice, laced with laughter, echoed in my ears like a memory.
"Honestly, for girls like us—decent-looking and over twenty—still being virgins? It's kinda… not normal, right? Makes you wonder if there's something wrong."
"Shut up."
"Aww~ Eunseong's not bad at all. He's not the type to blab, and if it bugs you, just shut him up. Ask him to pop your cherry~ He's a perv, so he might say yes."
It was obviously teasing.
The usual joke—not worth taking seriously.
But damn if it didn't hit a little too close.
Kim Eunseong wasn't the type to brag about something like that.
Especially since it was him, not some other guy.
From two years of living together, watching him closely—he was harmless. Never laid a hand on us without permission, pretty considerate, and not the idiot who'd think one fuck put him above us.
Maybe Ayoung's right.
This was actually perfect.
Get it over with quick, lose the virgin tag, overcome this fear—or disgust?—of men I couldn't quite name.
Sex was no big deal.
Just beasts chasing pleasure, doing it casually all the time.
Even the gross ones did it.
Meant nothing—love was all bullshit anyway.
"Hold up. Song Jiyeong!"
"Hold what? You're rock hard. You want it too, right?"
I couldn't even process my own words.
I stripped off my clothes in one go and yanked at Kim Eunseong's too.
He pretended to refuse, but cooperated meekly when I went for his clothes.
See? He wants it too.
Looking down at his naked body made the absurdity of it all sink in—I squeezed my eyes shut.
Me, with a lump of man-meat like this.
Just get it done quick. Experience. It's all experience.
I gripped his massive dick—too big for one hand—and straddled his waist, trembling as I lined the head up with my entrance.
"Hngh."
The feel of his flesh against my opening was weirdly foreign, pulling a strange noise from me.
Thought it'd be rock-hard, but it's kinda squishy.
"Aaaah!"
Oh, wrong spot.
I slammed down with my full weight, and he screamed as it squished into flesh instead.
"Such a wuss."
"It really hurts! Thought it was gonna snap off!"
I glanced at his pained grimace, then readjusted.
This time, right—right below the piss hole.
Rubbed a bit and eased down; surprisingly, the tip slipped in easy.
Fuck, never even fingered myself, and it just pops in like that.
What a shitty body.
"…Doing it."
"You sound so serious. Scared?"
"Shut up."
Of course I'm dead serious losing my virginity, fuck!
Guy's only thinking with his dick anyway.
Didn't expect the loser to smirk like that when it was go-time—pissed me off.
Took a breath, then dropped my ass all at once.
"……!!"
Pain like my flesh ripping apart crashed over me. Couldn't even scream.
Sharp knife slicing and stabbing inside.
It hurts. This won't work. Fought plenty, but never pain like this.
Brain went white, thoughts blank.
Tears welled; I clamped my eyes shut, body shuddering as I endured.
It hurts, don't wanna. Feels like shit.
How do people enjoy this?
Just wanted out of this nightmare agony.
"Urgh…!"
But trying to lift up doubled the pain.
Hot, hard thing grinding my insides raw.
Can't move.
I froze, curling up helplessly.
"Hnn…."
A soaked whimper escaped.
Never shown weakness like this to anyone.
Then, strong arms pulled me in.
Cracking my eyes, Kim Eunseong had a tense face as he wrapped my waist, patting my back.
"Told you to wait. No prep, forcing it—it's just gonna hurt."
"…How would you know, virgin."
"Theory's solid. Know how much I've hyped my first time?"
"Fucking annoying perv."
Pain had nowhere to go; I snapped back gruffly but could only press my face to his chest and endure.
His heartbeat thumped through his forehead.
Fuck, why does it feel reassuring?
Disgusting.
Acting all high and mighty.
His patting hand, the dick inside, that annoyingly broad chest—all repulsive.
Who the hell does he think he is?
But most repulsive of all—
Was my body calming under his touch.
"Just wait a bit. Relax, then go slow."
"Don't play nice."
I shot him a glare, but he just chuckled.
That smile oddly eased my tension.
"Hngh."
Time passed, and my body reacted on its own.
My entrance, once pure pain, started shifting.
Like molding to accept the intruder, wriggling to hug the dick inside.
"Hnn…ngh."
Just sitting still, I felt his shape inside me.
"It's okay. Getting used to it, huh."
"Not… getting used. Hnng, don't… say shit."
Muscles that'd clenched tight loosened, nibbling his dick like a mouth.
No, this makes it look like I want it.
Like my body's rubbing against it all lovey-dovey.
What the fuck. Women's bodies are so damn weak.
Does every pussy do this when stuffed? Explains why everyone's crazy?
"…Move."
My body's betrayal disgusted me; I snapped at him.
I want you to pound like a dog.
Don't care if the girl hurts—guys just wanna nut, right? Pound away.
That's what men are.
Get me out of this pain and humiliation quick.
"It's fine."
But Kim Eunseong didn't move.
His patting softened, low whisper in my ear.
Why? Just nut and feel good—why the fuck care?
His first time too, and this tight pussy's gotta have him losing it.
His heart raced faster with every twitch of my walls.
"Hnng…. Haa… haa…."
The longer in his arms, the hotter I got.
Only horny breaths leaked from my mouth.
Pain faded; pleasant heat bloomed below.
My pussy, now perfectly shaped to his dick, kept grinding flirtatiously, begging for motion.
Glanced up—sweat-slick, lips pressed tight, eyes shut.
Anyone could see he was at his limit.
Sight of it pulled words from me unbidden.
"…You can move now."
Blurted it out and tensed in shock.
Such a sweet voice—even I was stunned.
Aegyo I'd never used in my life.
As expected, hearing it, he gripped my waist like he'd been waiting and rocked slowly.
Tiny shakes, not scraping walls—like testing bit by bit.
That alone, pressing deep inside, sent electric thrills exploding through me.
"Haht!"
Legs buckled from kneeling, stretching back around him.
Brain blanked; fireworks burst behind my eyes.
"Haht, hnng. Ah. Ah!"
Don't know.
This feeling.
Want more. More.
"Hngh. Eunseong. Eunseongie."
Don't know. Dick. Full. Weird.
"Jiyeongie."
"Hnnnght!"
His voice calling me by my ear—I wrapped arms around his neck.
Don't call me. Don't say my name. Weird. Gonna go crazy.
"Eunseongie. Hnng…. Weird, so weird."
"Jiyeongie. Ngh."
"Good. Feels good. Good?"
Words failing like my tongue was numb.
"Feels so good. Gonna lose it."
"Hnnnng♡"
Loved his excited voice; buried my face in his neck, whispering.
In that cutesy tone I'd always hated.
"More, more, do it."
Dunno why, but… happy. Sex is… insane.