The Best Way to Calm an Angry Partner = Turn Them On
Ah, I couldn't hold it back.
Even though I knew full well that Jo Ayoung was always looking for a power struggle and trying to provoke me, I finally snapped.
Because she kept scratching at the lingering, intoxicating high of my first time, I couldn't help but confess the truth.
I guess this damn loser DNA of mine doesn't just peel away after a single session of sex.
“Tell me. Who is it?”
“Wh-what are you going to do with that information?”
The situation reversed in an instant.
No, I suppose it would be more accurate to say it returned to normal.
Because my relationship with her has always been like this, from the very first day we met.
Jo Ayoung nitpicks over trivial things, and I cower and make excuses. That’s the dynamic.
The only problem was that this time, it wasn't trivial.
“Forget it. I don’t even need you to say it. I suck you off every single day, and you never said a word like that, but the one day I skip, you lose your virginity?”
It was a deduction so simple that even a middle-school dropout like Jo Ayoung could make it.
That was exactly why Song Jiyoung had tried so hard not to make it obvious. And yet, because of me, she got caught.
It’s like saying I’m even more of an idiot than Song Jiyoung.
“No, that’s not it.”
“Then what is it?”
“Actually, I haven’t been a virgin for a long time.”
She glared at me with wide, shocked eyes for a brief moment before narrowing them into a fierce expression.
“Cut the bullshit. That’s a lie even Hyeji wouldn’t believe.”
Shocking.
Was it so flimsy that even Hyeji wouldn't believe it? My improvisation skills really are pathetic.
Jo Ayoung’s eyes were already filled with certainty.
It wouldn’t matter what I said now.
“It, it was force majeure.”
“Force… what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“I couldn’t help it.”
“What couldn’t you help? Did Song Jiyoung get a hard-on while you were sleeping and force herself on you?”
Did you see that, by any chance?
I wanted to nod, but my pride as a man kept my lips sealed.
“Even if that were true, once she shoved it in, you must have been shaking your hips along with her because it felt good, right?”
“No.”
“What do you mean ‘no’? It’s obvious. You were probably going, ‘Oh, the feeling of her pussy is insane,’ and humping away like crazy. It’s so obvious.”
The feeling was definitely insane, but I couldn't exactly "hump away."
She was in a lot of pain, you know.
I wanted to make excuses, to explain every little detail, but I didn’t.
Honestly, I had already given up on trying to fix the situation.
The moment the words left my mouth, control had already slipped through my fingers.
Jo Ayoung didn’t look like she had any intention of listening to anything I said anymore.
“It’s ridiculous. You act like you hate men so much, and then you just snatch him up like that? They say a quiet dog climbs the attic, but this is something else.”
“It’s a cat. And it’s the stove top.”
“Who cares!”
I corrected her out of habit, and Jo Ayoung shrieked at me.
Her eyes were welling up with tears—what was she so upset about?
No, was it really that big of a deal?
Sure, she had been building things up quite diligently.
I had assumed that if nothing else happened, I would have my first time with her.
But from Jo Ayoung’s perspective, wasn't our relationship just like having a living, breathing dildo?
She pretended to be experienced at sex, and she practiced how to give head every day, learning from who knows where.
Wasn't that all just the effort of a virgin-bitch trying to enjoy greater pleasure?
Unless.
“Do you, by any chance, like me?”
I couldn't hold back this question, so I asked it honestly.
“....”
The reaction I expected was for her to turn bright red and scream, “D-don’t talk such bullshit!”
Instead, Jo Ayoung just stared at me with cold, icy eyes and remained silent.
Her expression looked like she was suppressing a rage that had nowhere to go.
“You fucking whore-monger.”
A brutal word spilled from her lips.
Yeah, I guess not. I was getting too cocky, wasn't I?
I felt like I had pressed the wrong button, so I clamped my mouth shut.
Honestly, I had played around with my dick between two women, so I was definitely in the wrong.
But was I wrong enough to deserve this much anger?
What are we to each other, anyway?
I had a mountain of questions, but I decided to wait quietly for my sentencing rather than risk getting into more trouble by speaking.
“Hoo. Fuck, I need a cigarette.”
“You don’t even smoke.”
“Shut it.”
Yes, ma’am.
“I’m so pissed off. That bitch Song Jiyoung dared to steal what’s mine?”
Jo Ayoung let out a long sigh and gritted her teeth.
Since when was I yours?
Still, that sentence itself was a little stimulating.
I don’t know if it’s right to be thinking this in such a situation.
But my heart raced at the sight of Jo Ayoung running her fingers through her hair and calling me “hers.”
Isn’t that statement a little sexy?
After sighing heavily for a while, she looked down at me, where I was still kneeling.
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“Did it feel good?”
“Huh?”
“I asked if it felt good, sticking that horse-cock of yours into her pussy.”
How should I answer?
If I told her I came like never before because she was so tight, she’d get angry, right?
But if I lied, I felt like it would be disrespectful to Song Jiyoung, who had given me such a blissful first experience.
“Don’t try to think of a way out, just tell me honestly.”
“Honestly?”
“Agh, fuck, the way you’re stalling tells me it must have felt fucking great. Fine, be honest.”
Even if I tried to outsmart her, I couldn't beat Jo Ayoung in a war of words.
Let’s just be honest, like she wanted.
“I suppose it did.”
“Is that all? Tell me in detail. Don’t try to gloss over it just to be considerate of Song Jiyoung.”
As expected of my long-time banter partner.
She knew exactly why I was being vague.
“Well, since that sticky flesh was squeezing my entire cock, the stimulation was different from just hands or a mouth. There were parts that fit perfectly, and more than anything, the mental high was on another level.”
As I recalled the memory and explained it piece by piece, Jo Ayoung shivered and focused intently on my words.
“Is a virgin pussy that good?”
“Yeah, I mean, shouldn’t a virgin lose his virginity to a virgin?”
“…Is it bad to be experienced?”
This girl. She was all full of bravado when she was acting like a slut, but now she’s worried she’s missing out?
“Well, it’s not bad to be led by an experienced woman. But since I’m a virgin, you know.”
Jo Ayoung let out a long breath, almost imperceptibly.
Are you scared? That I might not like your style?
You’re so easy to read, really.
“And there’s the sense of conquest from breaking a virgin. There’s no reason to hate that.”
“Conquest? Men really obsess over such useless things. I guess that bitch Song Jiyoung was moaning because she liked it too?”
“Well, even though it was my first time, the way she was feeling it was ridiculously arousing.”
“Heh, you said you didn’t know why people even had sex, and you got conquered in one go? You pathetic loser.”
What are you laughing at? You’ll be the same way soon.
Seeing her already excited at the thought of teasing Song Jiyoung, I kept the things I really wanted to say to myself.
She was fuming with anger just a moment ago, but the way she immediately got sucked into a conversation that piqued her interest and started giggling just proved she was an idiot.
No matter how much she acts like a cunning fox, Jo Ayoung is still Jo Ayoung.
‘By the way, is this really a conversation to be having with a female friend?’
I went along with the mood and said what she wanted to hear, but the sense of immorality was off the charts.
The situation of telling a friend about my first time with another friend... what is this? It feels like gossiping, and there’s something else I can’t put into words.
Right. It’s arousing.
My cock was already standing to its limit, twitching uncontrollably.
Squish.
At the same time, I heard a sticky sound from below.
“Hnnng.”
Jo Ayoung, who still hadn’t gotten dressed, was touching herself while listening to the story of my first time.
Her anger must have already faded if she was doing something so lewd.
“It felt so good that my waist was trembling. Every time I hit the end, she’d squeeze my cock tight. It was like she was acting cute, thanking me for making her feel good.”
“Fuck. You talk so vulgarly. Hnnng. Are you thinking about that while you’re fucking her?”
Squish, squish, squish.
The sound of moisture grew louder.
Jo Ayoung didn’t seem to have any intention of hiding it either.
She was sitting next to me, masturbating while focusing on the voice she was hearing.
Is this a seduction? Is this a signal that she wants me to make her like the Song Jiyoung in the story?
“Her moans were no joke, either. Her tongue was all loose, calling my name. It felt so good it made my hair stand on end.”
“Hnnng, Song Jiyoung… she called your name? Hnn, your name?”
“Yeah. Her voice was so soft, too. I’d never heard a voice like that before.”
I slid up behind her while she was busy imagining it with her eyes closed and wrapped my arms around her waist.
She flinched in surprise at the sudden contact, but she didn’t stop my touch.
I knew it. You wanted this too, didn’t you?
Sitting behind her, I gently fondled her breasts and kept whispering into her ear.
“I called her name, too. And then she wrapped her arms around my neck and started sucking on my collarbone.”
“Hnn. No way. Song Jiyoung… she really acted that cute?”
“Yeah. I was surprised too. Is it really that good to have your name called?”
Just as I had learned, I whispered while gently rolling Jo Ayoung’s nipples, and she moved her fingers even faster, focusing on her masturbation.
Slurp, smacking, slurp.
Her juices were flowing freely, and now it wasn't just the sound of skin rubbing, but a sound like fingers tapping on the surface of water.
So that’s how she does it when she’s alone, just rubbing her clit.
Then, was my finger really the first thing to ever go inside her?
Damn. This is so arousing.
“I’ve sucked on them this much.”
I slid my cock against her waist and pressed my lips to her neck.
“Hnnnnng…!”
Pew-shoot.
At the brief contact, Jo Ayoung fired off a water gun.
Her fingers, which had been rubbing her clit, stopped and trembled as she focused on the peak of her pleasure.
I didn’t miss the chance; I lowered one hand and stroked her clit in her place.
“I’ll touch it for you.”
“Whaaat… stooop….”
Pew, pew, squirt.
Every time I stroked, she fired another shot.
She had her eyes squeezed shut, already lost in pleasure, enjoying my touch to the fullest.
“You’re cute. I want to touch you often.”
“Hnnng. What. That’s… that’s….”
Squirt, squirt.
Every time I stroked, she fired another shot.
“Why, you suck me off every day. Should I suck you off too? It’ll feel better than your fingers.”
Lick. I licked her neck.
“Hnnng♡”
Squirt.
It seemed she liked the suggestion, as Jo Ayoung let out a long stream of fluid.
She’s really cute. Is she looking forward to it that much?
“How is it? With this tongue. It would feel good if I licked you, right?”
Her neck was a little salty, perhaps because her sweat had dried on it.
Thinking that it was the taste of a woman like Jo Ayoung, it didn’t feel dirty at all. On the contrary, it was perfect.
“Stooop… it’s weird, hnn.”
“What’s weird about it? Slurp. You want it too.”
Since she’d been cooped up in her room playing games ever since she moved into my house, her skin was quite sensitive.
If I sucked too hard, it would leave a mark. I should be careful.
Though, this pervert might actually want that.
I carefully licked her neck and delivered the final blow.
“I’m going to suck on it because I want to. Got it, Jo Ayoung?”
“Haaaaaah♡”
I whispered her name right into her ear.
I had already built up enough anticipation.
It wasn’t the soft voice from the story she had been expecting, but Jo Ayoung definitely preferred this side of me.
Already brimming with anticipation, she reached her climax at that one blow and sprayed her juices.
Pew-shoooooo.
Until now, it had just been a little bit at a time, but this time it was refreshing.
Truly like a fountain, so much that the sheets were soaked through.
“Haa… hnn….”
Having poured out her desires, Jo Ayoung leaned her head against my chest, lost in the lingering afterglow.
In times like this, I should help her enjoy the afterglow, right?
Stroke, stroke.
I carefully stroked her trembling waist and thighs with my hands.
She flinched when I moved inward and went limp when I moved away—a repetitive reaction.
“Hnnn….”
Seeming to like the gentle touch, Jo Ayoung let out a satisfied moan and rested on my body.
Did I handle this well?
Covering up a crisis with pleasure to keep her quiet.
This is the true survival strategy of a playboy.
For some reason, I felt proud, as if I had grown one step further.
“Hnn… it’s not bad.”
“Really? I’ll do it more often from now on.”
Jo Ayoung seemed to have softened up quite a bit, too.
As expected, when you’re good at night work, peace comes to the household.
Good, I survived.
I thought that if I kept giving her this kind of aftercare, I could probably get away with trivial things in the future.
I was just about to move my hand from her waist to her chest to give her some after-service when she spoke.
“That doesn’t mean I forgive you. You fucking snake.”
She struck back the moment I let my guard down.
As expected of Jo Ayoung.
She’s not such an easy opponent after all.
“Th-then, of course not.”
“Be good to me from now on. I’m only letting this slide because it felt good.”
So you’ve stopped pretending you didn’t enjoy it.
It really was a lie that even Hyeji wouldn’t have believed.
“Thank you, Ayoung-ah.”
“Hnn. Stop whispering in my ear with that greasy voice. It gives me goosebumps.”
Funny, you were moaning and cumming just a second ago.
“Then I’ll only do it right before I cum.”
“Don’t talk bullshit. You want to die?”
She grumbled and slammed the back of her head into my chest with all her might.
“Alright. I won’t.”
It hurts. You’re hitting my solar plexus.
As I gently massaged Jo Ayoung’s breasts to calm her down, she stopped moving and muttered in a very small voice.
“…Sometimes, it might be okay.”
“……Come here, Jo Ayoung.”
This fox is just asking for trouble.
In the end, she didn’t leave the room until she had spilled her juices two more times.