The Virgin’s First Conquest
“Did you finish talking?”
“Yeah. Mostly.”
“What on earth was that misunderstanding about?”
Kang Yena grumbled quietly to Song Jiyoung as she stepped out of the room, leaving behind Jung Hyeji, who had fallen asleep with her head on Yena’s lap.
“You two acted like you’d understand anything, but you both seemed pretty offended.”
“It was understandable. It was my fault.”
“Yours?”
Kang Yena asked back, genuinely surprised.
Jiyoung admitted she was wrong? What kind of mistake could she have possibly made?
It was a side of her friend—whom she’d known since elementary school—that she had never seen before.
After hearing Song Jiyoung’s response, Kang Yena decided not to pry any further.
Everyone has their own circumstances. Respecting those boundaries without crossing them is the strength that has kept us close all these years.
That was what Kang Yena believed.
And in reality, it wasn’t far from the truth.
“Good. I’m glad you worked it out. What about Eunseong and Ayoung? What are they doing in the room?”
“Ah, those two still have things to discuss. It’ll probably take a while.”
“The two of them? Then, should we prepare a party to celebrate the reconciliation?”
“A party? It’s not that big of a deal.”
Song Jiyoung let out a dry laugh at Kang Yena’s playful suggestion.
I’m grateful she isn’t prying… but I’m not in the mood for a party.
She, too, was pushing herself.
Forcing herself to act calm. Acting like she didn’t care. Acting cool.
Because she had almost ruined all her friendships by getting tangled up with one damn guy.
It was an unavoidable choice.
To her, her friends and that guy were all precious.
“You look serious. You guys aren’t doing anything weird with Eunseong, are you?”
“Me? With him? Are you serious?”
Song Jiyoung recoiled in shock.
She had let her guard down, thinking that at least *that* wouldn’t be suspected.
As expected of Kang Yena. She’s sharp.
Still, she was relieved that she didn’t blurt out a clumsy performance like Jo Ayoung would have.
There was a bit of truth mixed in, too. She hadn’t expected herself to harbor these feelings for Kim Eunseong either.
“Well, it’s not like it’s anyone else; there’s no way you’d do that. Sorry. I overthought it.”
“Forget it.”
Fortunately, she wasn’t suspected any further.
That was enough.
Friendship. Love…
Useless words. They’re all just illusions.
This is just right. I hate relationships that get too clingy.
Song Jiyoung, who let out a small sigh that Yena wouldn’t notice, changed the subject.
“Should we go out to eat today?”
“Eat out? Couldn’t we just order in when the others come out? Eunseong has to go to his part-time job, too.”
“No, the emotional rift between those two is pretty deep. I think we should give them some space for a while.”
“So we’re going to leave them behind and go by ourselves?”
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
“Oh? Wait a second. Jiyoung?”
Ignoring Kang Yena’s confusion, Song Jiyoung shook Jung Hyeji awake.
“Uuung… Whyyy…”
“Wake up, let’s go eat meat.”
“Meat?”
Jung Hyeji jumped up and shouted. Her eyes sparkled as if she hadn’t been asleep at all.
“You, really.”
Kang Yena made a dissatisfied face, but it was meaningless.
Once she had said this much, there was no turning back.
Hyeji had already run into her room to change her clothes.
“Tell me properly later. What happened between those two.”
“Someday.”
Though she would probably never talk about it for the rest of her life.
She watched Kang Yena, who was also heading into her room to change, in silence.
Then, she looked toward the room where the two of them were still inside.
“Jo Ayoung…”
I said it didn’t matter to me, but that’s not true for you, is it?
Try to work things out with that clueless loser.
Of course, I’m going to cut in without a clue, too.
That’s my small revenge.
Revenge for the two of them getting together without saying a word to me.
“Love, huh…”
There was still no sound from the room.
They’re probably just watching each other like fools.
They really deserve each other.
Thinking of the two of them, Song Jiyoung felt a stinging sensation in her chest.
She was a little annoyed.
I guess I have to just leave like this.
Damn it, should I just walk in without a clue and grab my clothes?
It’s so unfair.
***
“Hnnng. Be gentle.”
“How do I do that?”
I tossed my clothes aside and grabbed Jo Ayoung’s. She obediently reached her arms up, cooperating to make it easier to undress her.
Her swaying I-cup breasts were revealed. I grabbed those plump mounds of flesh, which were impressive no matter how many times I saw them, tightly with both hands.
“Ah, it hurts!”
“Shut up. You don’t have any say in this right now.”
“Eek!”
I pushed her down onto the bed, climbed on top of her, and kneaded her breasts to my heart’s content.
“I said it hurts! Calm down. You’re not usually like this.”
“Do you have any idea how much I’ve held back until now? You’ve been spouting such wanton things, and you still want me to hold back?”
I didn’t back down; I responded firmly.
Until now, and even today, I’d been dragged around by them. And at this climax of it all, you still want me to listen to you instead of doing what I want?
No way. Absolutely not. From now on, I’m doing things my way.
The stage was set, and I was pinning Jo Ayoung down.
“Jo Ayoung. Get this straight. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to think about anything but my dick.”
“Hiccup.”
Jo Ayoung, who had been looking up at me with trembling eyes while her breasts were being kneaded, hiccuped in surprise at my beastly declaration of desire.
“Answer me.”
“…Go ahead and try, you pervert.”
She replied. As if she had no choice. Like a girl facing a beast, making her final resignation.
You perverted bitch.
What’s the point of saying it so shyly? Your mouth is hanging open, and you’re grinning like an idiot.
She shouldn’t be acting. So, I’ll make sure she can’t act at all.
I lifted my body slightly from where I was sitting on her stomach and moved down. Then, I spread her legs wide.
“Eek. Hey. I haven’t taken my panties off yet.”
“Shut up, I’ll handle it.”
As she said, her panties were in the way. She was already leaking so much that she didn’t need any more preparation, but I hated the way she was trying to half-heartedly block me.
The only thing standing in my way was Jo Ayoung’s hymen. And I was going to tear that apart soon, too.
Rrrrrip.
With that desire, I grabbed her panties and tore them violently to both sides.
“Hey! Do you know how much those cost?”
“So what? I’ll buy you more.”
It’s not like they cost that much. I picked up the torn panties and threw them beside her head. Jo Ayoung turned her head to look at the panties, then slowly looked back at me.
Now I understood. Her eyes were filled with hearts.
“Pe, pervert. Being so reckless…”
I hadn’t even done anything yet, but Jo Ayoung’s pussy was already gushing out pre-cum. It was opening and closing its lips even more eagerly than when I touched it with my hand, acting cute for me—the one who would make her feel good.
But not this time. I’d always wanted to see her reach climax, but this time, I wasn’t doing it for her pleasure.
I thrust my hips forward and knelt between her legs. My dick, erect to its limit with veins pulsing, touched the entrance of her pussy.
“Huuuh.”
Jo Ayoung shivered in surprise. Because of her slightly raised hips, my dick and her pussy parted after only a shy, fleeting kiss.
You wicked woman. Don’t you feel sorry for that pussy hole, crying tears over the sudden separation?
“Stay still.”
I grabbed her hips and pressed them down. She was so thin that if I applied just a little more pressure, my hands would almost touch.
“Hnnng. If you grab that hard…”
Jo Ayoung, who had brought the back of her hand to her mouth, looked up at me with eyes full of anticipation. She was saying it with her eyes. *Please, fuck me already.*
Still pressing her stomach down with one hand to keep her fixed, I used my other hand to rub my dick against her entrance.
“Hnnng! Eunseong!”
My glans gave her labia the deep kiss it hadn’t been able to get earlier. Then, I betrayed the hole that was welcomingly nibbling on me and cheated by rubbing against her clitoris instead. As the tip of my glans, soaked in her juices, rubbed against her clit, Jo Ayoung’s body trembled violently.
“Do, don’t tease me anymore, hurry!”
“Jo Ayoung. You’re not listening, are you? I told you to shut up.”
I’m going to do everything I want. Just spread your pussy and be quiet.
At my short command, she covered her mouth with her hand and shook as if she’d been electrocuted. After having a few more affairs with her clit, my glans returned to her labia. This devoted little thing, even when the partner who cheated on her spat at her shamelessly, welcomed it like a fool and swallowed it whole.
Her fluids and mine were intertwined. Our genes were mixed, and the love of these two lumps of flesh was already swearing eternity.
“Jo Ayoung.”
“Uuung… Hnnng.”
Her eyes were already rolled halfway back, and she barely regained her senses in response to my voice. We hadn’t even started yet, and she was already like this. What a hopeless, pathetic pussy.
“Say it.”
I didn’t even tell her what. But that was enough. She’s a pervert, and I’m a pervert, too.
Jo Ayoung slowly lowered the hand that was covering her mouth and pulled her pussy lips slightly to the side. Then, in a trembling voice, wet and dripping, she begged.
“I-cup gyaru bitch’s virgin pussy… …Hnnng. Please, fuck me deliciously.”
As soon as she finished speaking, her pussy closed its lips tightly, as if in response, and prepared to receive my dick.
It’s so tight. If you thrust in, I’ll squeeze you from all sides.
Whether it’s the owner or the pussy, they’re both incredibly vulgar.
Thrust.
“Hyaaaaaaah♡”
I gritted my teeth at the pressure rushing in from my dick. I thought I knew how tight a virgin pussy would be, but…
Squish.
Perhaps because she was small, or because she was a female who climaxed the moment she was penetrated, her inside was exceptionally narrow and hot. Even though she was soaked and sufficiently prepared, Jo Ayoung’s inside was so tight that I had to force my way in to make any progress.
“Uuugh! It hurts. Hnnng.”
It wasn’t just the entrance; as I went deeper, it felt like every inch was piercing through her flesh.
“Take a deep breath.”
I pulled her close, watching her claw at the bedsheets until her knuckles turned white.
“It huuuurts. Eunseong. Stop.”
“No, hold on. You can’t stop halfway.”
The first time is important. I didn’t want to end a memory that would last a lifetime as a failure. I put my arms under her armpits, held her tight, and pushed my dick forward.
“Gggghhh!”
“It’s okay. Ayoung. Just a little more.”
Her painful screams made me uncomfortable, too. But below, against my will, I was being pressed from all sides, soaked in her thick fluids, enjoying the sensation of her vaginal walls. I felt like I was going to ejaculate if I let my guard down for even a second.
Finally, I reached the end. It didn’t feel like I’d fully penetrated, though. It seemed Jo Ayoung’s vagina couldn’t quite contain my entire dick.
“Huuu…”
She kept taking deep breaths just as I told her to. Sex is, after all, an act of two people matching their breathing. Perhaps because she was trying hard to accept me, the crisis passed quickly. I let my body tremble after that glorious first act and looked down at the insertion point.
As expected, my dick, more than halfway in, was embedded there, stretching her pussy as if to tear it. A little blood trickled out through the gap.
The hymen. I broke it.
The pressure was so intense that I hadn’t even realized it had been pierced. Maybe she hadn’t even tried to stop my entry from the beginning.
An automatic-door hymen. How very Jo Ayoung of her.
It was my second time, but this was the first time I was seeing the junction like this. The emotion was overwhelming, beyond words.
“…What is it? Why are you about to cry?”
“No, uh. I’m just moved.”
When I did it with Song Jiyoung, it was too sudden and too forced. I’d just been busy trying to calm her down while she lay there waiting to be fucked. It was the same now—my partner was in pain—but Jo Ayoung was able to adapt quickly and had the leeway to talk to me.
“Fu…ck. It’s huge. Isn’t my pussy going to burst?”
“Watch your language. How could a pussy burst?”
“You’re the one who can’t watch his dick. It’s about to burst right now. Ahh. Fu… stop twitching.”
Is this really the same woman who was clinging to me in pain just a moment ago? Or was it just her characteristic bravado? Jo Ayoung looked up at me while still impaled on my dick, cracking silly jokes.
“Ugh… I get what you mean by ‘full.’ It really feels like my body has been pierced through.”
“Does it not hurt anymore?”
“It hurts like hell, you dick-headed idiot!”
“Why are you cursing so much?”
“Then what should I say? Should I thank you for fucking me? Ugh. It hurts so much!?”
That was her way of relieving the pain. I quietly stayed embedded in her, gently stroking her lower abdomen, waiting for her to calm down. As I stroked the area where my dick was inside, I could feel her vaginal walls tightening and loosening, adapting to my size.
“That’s it. Good girl. You’re adapting quickly.”
“You lunatic! Don’t talk to my pussy.”
“It’s better than you. Can you feel it acting cute? It’s fitting perfectly to the shape of my dick.”
“You son of a bitch! Take it out!”
Did I go too far with the teasing? Jo Ayoung glared at me with a look of genuine disappointment. I leaned down and pressed myself against her.
“Sorry, sorry. I was just joking to help you relax.”
“…What kind of lunatic says that to a girl doing it for the first time?”
“Sorry, you know I’m a bit clueless.”
“Ugh. Forget it. You’re heavy, move.”
How come all the women in my house say the opposite of what they mean when they’re having sex? She wrapped her arms under my armpits and rested her chin on my shoulder. We were so closely pressed together that it felt like our entire bodies were connected, not just our lower halves. In particular, her soft breasts were an incredible thrill.
“Hey. Kim Eunseong.”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
“I said it before, but I haven’t forgiven you. I’m still dying of frustration that I have to share you with Song Jiyoung.”
I thought that conversation was over. But assuming she was saying it because she had something on her mind, I nodded quietly.
“Yeah, I’ll do better.”
“It’s not about doing better. Haa… how did I end up like this?”
Still, this reaction was the best-case scenario. An atmosphere that naturally allowed for a harem. After a brief pause, she said, sounding like she was pouting.
“I’m allowing it because I have no choice, but there’s a condition.”
“What is it?”
“You compared me to Song Jiyoung when you thrust in earlier, didn’t you?”
I shuddered involuntarily. How did she know?
“It’s all over your face. That feels disgusting, so don’t do it.”
“Yeah, sorry.”
“When you’re with me, don’t think about other bitches, just think about me. Focus.”
“I will.”
“If I say I want to be sucked, take it off, and if I say I want to do it, get it up. Got it?”
“And if *I* want to?”
“That… you’ll probably act like a dick while worrying about which of us to do it with again.”
She’s usually a blockhead, so how did she get so smart once my dick was inside her? She’s the exact opposite of Song Jiyoung.
“Again! You’re doing it again!”
Wow, she’s a psychic.
“Alright. I’ll only think about you.”
“Think only about my feelings. It’s my dick. It’s mine exclusively.”
Now, as if she were completely pouting, she whined like a child, squeezing her pussy tighter every time she spoke. She’d completely turned into a baby.
I pulled my body away from her and straightened my waist. I grabbed her arms, which were trying to cling to me until the end, with both hands and held them firmly in place.
“Jo Ayoung.”
“W, what!”
I pulled my waist back slightly and then thrust forward again.
Squish.
My dick, embedded a little deeper than before, pushed her cervix slightly upward.
“Hieek!”
She immediately threw her head back and reacted violently. Good. Her pussy was perfectly adjusted now.
“If *I* want to fuck, you spread your pussy wherever we are. Then I’ll fuck you like a dog with this dick.”
Squish.
“Hyaang♡”
She shook her head, but it wasn’t like I was talking to her anyway. Her cervix agreed violently with my words, nibbling on the tip of my glans.
“This is my fleshlight now. Don’t calculate anything useless, just think about climaxing while being fucked by my dick.”
“I… why would I…”
Ah, again. She’s thinking.
Sluuuuuurp.
I slowly pulled my dick out.
“No… Eunseong.”
“Shut up.”
Thrust.
“Hyaaaaaaaat♡♡”
Squish.
Tight, tight.
That’s right. Isn’t it so much better when you answer like that? Now, I’m going to fuck you however I want.