The Secret of the Virgin
There is a unique thrill that comes from a pussy reaching climax under my hand.
It’s a pussy.
I’ve seen it before, but now, it’s a pussy I can actually touch.
A pussy that’s practically drooling, begging to be touched.
Thinking about that made me even more excited.
I’ve already had sex, but touching a pussy is a completely different experience.
The fact that I could touch a woman’s most secret part however I wanted was unbearably arousing.
“D-don’t stare at it like that.”
“How am I supposed to touch it without looking?”
I breathed heavily through my nose, staring intently at Jo Ayoung, who was lying obediently on the bed with her legs slightly spread. She let out a grumpy complaint.
But it was too late.
This was a pussy already reserved for me to touch. It was my pussy.
“No. I can’t do this.”
“Don’t be difficult. There’s no backing out now.”
Jo Ayoung tried to cover her pussy with both hands, but that kind of resistance wouldn’t work on me.
I gathered her wrists together.
Even though her wrists were slender, there was no way I could truly restrain both with just one hand. Yet, Jo Ayoung let herself be led by my hand, raising both arms above her head.
And her legs, which I hadn’t even touched yet, remained spread wide open.
Aha. So that’s the kind of play you want?
“Stay still. This is my pussy now.”
“Shit. How is it your pussy?”
“Isn’t it?”
I reached out, locking eyes with her.
Squish.
“Haa-!”
As I gently pressed down on Jo Ayoung’s tightly shut labia, she immediately let out a moan and squeezed her eyes shut.
It was maddeningly soft.
I could feel the plump, bouncy texture of her pussy lips, already slick and sticky from the honey leaking out from within.
“D-don’t tease me. Stop messing around and touch it properly.”
“How am I supposed to hold back?”
The bouncy texture was no joke.
I finally understood why old men used the vulgar term pussy mound. It was a word that perfectly suited this chewy, sticky sensation.
I stopped playing around and used my fingers to pry open the slit.
A deep, vibrant red.
Unlike the pinkish hue of her outer lips, the red mucous membrane inside seemed to writhe with pure, unadulterated lewdness.
Drip.
Love juice flowed from the gap, clear and vivid enough to stain the sheets.
It was proof that this female was preparing for an invasion.
“Wow.”
An exclamation escaped my lips.
Just how much had this pervert been looking forward to this?
It would be a crime not to touch it.
“Ugh….”
Jo Ayoung buried her face in the pillow.
I guess she was embarrassed that her anticipation had been exposed.
I just stared at her pussy. Since it was my first time seeing the inner flesh, I wanted to burn it into my memory.
I don’t know if I should say this, but a pussy is actually quite cute.
The way the small hole pulsed and fluttered, as if begging for me to enter, was so stimulating it made me dizzy.
When I reached out to touch it, the inner flesh seemed to push forward to meet my finger, as if it could feel the heat.
Is it saying hello? I want to touch it all over.
“Ugh… what are you doing….”
I teased her by hovering my hand, and Jo Ayoung twisted her waist in protest.
Of course, there was no real strength behind it.
It was pure, coy resistance.
“I told you to stay still. Don’t you want to be touched?”
“Haa. D-don’t be a jerk. I’m the one who gave you permission.”
Even in this situation, she was still fighting for dominance.
It was useless to pretend to resist while she was dripping with love juice.
Still, I could understand why she was so eager.
If she was looking forward to it this much, it would be cruel to tease her any longer. I’d satisfy her request.
“Haa!”
My finger swept across her slit.
Sticky love juice clung to my finger, forming a long, thin thread.
Slurp.
She was so soaked that a single touch made her gush.
Well, I guess there was no need for preparation.
Unable to overcome my own curiosity, I pushed my finger into the hole.
Squelch.
“Ugh….”
Every time my finger made contact, Jo Ayoung couldn’t hold back her moans, reacting to every single movement.
I guess she’s given up on hiding it.
Pussy? This pussy is insane. I have to touch it.
Squelch.
My middle finger forced its way between the damp folds of flesh. It was just one finger, but it was so tight that I had to exert force to push through.
“Haa-! Haa… a little slower.”
“How could I go any slower than this? Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“…….”
When I pointed out her clearly virginal reaction, Jo Ayoung fell silent.
That’s right, don’t interrupt this historic moment—just moan.
I savored the sensation of the sticky fluid coating my fingertip for a moment before pushing in with more force.
It was slippery and hot.
“Haa…!”
The muffled moans in my ear and the soft flesh trying to block the intruder. Watching her pussy twitch and chew on my finger as I pushed deeper made it hard to even breathe.
The sensation was incredible. If it felt this good with just a finger, what would it be like with my dick?
“Haa. Ugh. Y-you’re such a pervert.”
Did I breathe too heavily? Jo Ayoung looked down and let out a small, soft laugh.
That was unexpected.
I thought she’d curse at me like a perverted nerd as usual.
When I glanced up, her eyes were filled with affection.
There wasn’t a hint of rejection.
When did she become so ready to accept me?
Had I conquered her without even realizing it?
It was a little different from what I expected, and my heart started racing. Feeling a bit mischievous, like a petulant child, I decided to push her.
Press.
“Haa!”
I rotated my finger, exploring the vaginal wall.
Jo Ayoung reacted instantly, her waist jerking upward.
“So this is the spot?”
A tiny bump, almost like a protrusion, caught the tip of my finger. When I rubbed that slightly rough area, her pussy twitched again, gushing out more love juice.
So this is the spot.
It’s right at the entrance.
“Don’t. Don’t do that.”
Jo Ayoung muttered, her tongue slurred from how much she was feeling from that brief contact.
Seriously, how pathetic are the pussies of the tough girls in this house? Song Jiyoung’s brain melts the moment I thrust, and Jo Ayoung’s tongue goes limp from just a light touch.
Man, if she met another guy, she’d be completely taken advantage of.
I guess I have no choice but to protect her so she doesn’t get played for a fool.
Squelch.
“Haa-! W-wait.”
She lowered her arms, trying to grab my wrist.
“Jo Ayoung. I told you to stay still.”
I wouldn’t allow it. I grabbed her wrists again and pulled them above her head.
Her trembling eyes, not resisting, were fixed on me.
With the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
“Not listening? Don’t you want your pussy touched?”
“……Who said I wanted to be touched? Haa!”
A brief moment of conflict.
This girl. She was definitely debating her response.
Ignoring her answer, I rotated the finger inside her pussy.
I didn’t know where her hymen was, so I couldn’t push any deeper. I didn’t want to accidentally tear it with my finger.
I’d stick to stroking the vaginal walls as much as possible.
Fortunately, that was more than enough.
“Hey. Say something. Haa.”
“I don’t want to hear it, so shut up and clench your pussy.”
Press.
I growled as I looked down at her, and she obediently tightened her pussy around my finger.
Now, she wasn’t even trying to hide it, and her lips were curled into a deep, satisfied smile.
Did I hit the mark on her preferences?
“You… talk so freely. And you’re just a virgin.”
She spat out the words as if trying to force a resistance, but it wasn’t even funny.
I’m not a virgin, actually.
I gave her a relaxed smile and rubbed the area near the bump I’d touched earlier.
“Haa-!”
“If I’m just a virgin, then who’s the one cumming while having their pussy touched by me?”
“I… I didn’t cum! Haa.”
Pfft.
Her mouth and her pussy were making different claims.
Her body was already trembling in a small climax, enjoying it, while her mouth was forced to deny it.
If I were still a virgin, I would have lost my mind at that seductive sight and tried to insert myself.
But unfortunately, I’ve already evolved to the next stage.
Forget the Kim Eunseong who was just a virgin, Jo Ayoung. I know exactly how a woman reacts when she climaxes now.
Squelch. Slurp.
I rubbed the bump again, and this time, I decided to press the secret button I’d been saving to make sure she couldn’t pretend anymore.
I moved my thumb to the top of her slit, stroking the clitoris that was fully erect and trembling.
“Haaaaa-!!”
The effect was immediate. It must have been too intense for her, as she immediately arched her back and climaxed violently.
Pfft. Pfft. Pfft.
Even while her waist was thrashing, I didn’t stop stroking her clitoris, causing her to keep gushing love juice.
Her pussy tightened so hard it almost hurt, as if trying to chase the intruder out.
Seriously, this is no joke.
If it had been my dick instead of my finger, I don’t think I could have held back.
My dick, having already learned the warmth of her vaginal wall, was crying out in frustration.
Wait. I’ll let you meet her in a little while.
Let’s enjoy this a bit more.
***
“Haaaa.”
Moans kept leaking from my mouth.
I shouldn’t be showing such a weak side of myself.
If he’d just loosened me up slowly, giving me the feeling that he was showing this only to me, I would have been desperate for more.
Pfft. Pfft.
“Haa… Haa. Ugh.”
All I could do was tremble and gush love juice in response to Kim Eunseong’s touch.
The only resistance I could manage was burying my face in the pillow, hiding the expression that must have looked so foolish and loose.
“St-stop, stoooop.”
The voice that shook my head didn’t even feel like my own.
Even to me, it sounded like a voice filled with coquetry, desperate for sex.
I tried to exert force to push away the finger stirring inside me, but that was just a flirtatious gesture that only pleased the male.
The more I tightened my pussy, the heavier Eunseong’s breathing became, and he didn’t stop rubbing my clitoris.
“Ugh…! Haa. Haa!”
I couldn’t even think about holding back my moans anymore.
I let out the moans that escaped on their own and enjoyed his touch.
Really. I’d never felt like this when I touched myself.
Who knew it would be this different just because it was a man’s hand?
No, maybe it’s because it’s Eunseong’s hand that it feels so much better?
“Haaaaaa-!”
The moment I had that useless thought, I climaxed more intensely than ever before.
This feels like it’s proving my own thoughts right.
This is ridiculous. Am I actually starting to like Eunseong?
He just has a slightly big dick.
He’s a bit considerate, our tastes match well, he takes my teasing well, his voice is low and nice to listen to, and even though he’s a bit chubby, he’s surprisingly soft and comfortable to lean on.
He smells a bit, but it’s a masculine scent that isn’t bad, he’s surprisingly good at picking up on my sexual fetishes, and the fact that he doesn’t try to force himself on me even when he’s that excited is nice, but…
There’s no way I could like Eunseong, right?
My pussy is just a bit weak. That’s all. I’m just sensitive because he’s touching it. Yeah.
“Jo Ayoung, are you okay?”
After I arched my back and poured out all that liquid, Eunseong pulled his finger out and looked at me with worried eyes.
Maybe he has good manners, too? Even if he is a total loser, I can see him enjoying his smug sense of superiority.
My brain was all scrambled, and for some reason, my heart fluttered when I saw his face.
That’s it. My heart is racing because I’m excited after being brought to climax by him.
I don’t know what it is, but there must be some psychological phenomenon like that.
I obediently followed his lead as he lifted the water bottle to my lips, his touch strangely familiar as I lay there exhausted.
Ugh. My love juice is all over his hand. How embarrassing.
“…Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
While I drank the water, Eunseong massaged my breasts and flicked his fingers against my nipples.
Haa. Pervert. He couldn’t even wait a second.
“Th-that’s enough, you’ve had your fun. Haa. That’s enough, right?”
Let’s end it here for today. I don’t want to get caught up in the mood and go further, only for that loser to get cocky and start acting all high and mighty.
I’d already satisfied his desire to touch me, anyway.
If I let him suck my pussy for a while, he’d be desperate again soon enough.
I just need to slowly transform Eunseong into the alpha male of my dreams.
And when he’s grown enough, I’ll let him do it.
For the sake of my perfect first experience. I’ll wait and look forward to it until then.
“Oh? Yeah. I guess so.”
But unexpectedly, Eunseong agreed without a hint of regret.
My mood soured.
What? Why isn’t he clinging to me? Was he really satisfied with just touching?
He hadn’t even finished off his own pent-up desire because he couldn’t get hard earlier thanks to the hot sauce. Just like that?
“Nerd. How was it, touching a pussy? Was it like you imagined?”
I made him recall the sensation from just a moment ago.
You just touched a pussy. You were right at the finish line, but you stopped without crossing it. Aren’t you dying for more?
“Yeah, I guess. Touching really isn’t enough.”
Yes! That’s it. It’s not enough, right? You really want to do it, right?
Beg me. If you do, maybe I’ll change my mind.
“But your opinion is important, too, so I guess it’s fine to stop here.”
Contrary to my intentions, Eunseong said that with a gentle smile.
Thump.
Stupidly, that look made him seem so relaxed and considerate that my heart fluttered slightly.
“Ha, acting all relaxed for a virgin. You can be honest, you know. Big sister will understand.”
I didn’t want to admit it, so I pushed him a little.
Tell me the truth, you pervert. Stop bluffing.
But the words that came from Eunseong were far beyond my expectations.
“I’m not a virgin, though?”
What?
“……What did you just say?”
“I said I’m not a virgin.”
What is he talking about? This fucking asshole!?