A Natural-Born Vixen
I carefully scooped Ayoung up into my arms as she lay sprawled across the bed.
“Hnnng.”
Even the slightest contact with my skin made her let out another thin, shaky moan.
Had her entire body turned into a giant erogenous zone?
“Do you want some water?”
“Mmm.”
She was clearly past the point of coherent communication. It wouldn’t matter what I said; it wouldn’t register anyway. For now, I decided to just hold her close. I laid her down on the bed, curled up beside her, and pulled her into a gentle embrace. I was finally using the aftercare techniques she’d taught me on her.
Ayoung, lacking any strength, stumbled into my arms and clung to me. God, she gets so cute after sex. Ah, I thought of Jiyoung again. I’m going to get in trouble for that.
“…Hah.”
But Ayoung didn’t notice a thing, just pressed against me and let out meaningless, soft sounds. Phew, thank goodness. I held her tight, letting my hands wander over the voluptuous body I hadn’t been able to fully appreciate while I was so focused on my own pleasure. It would be a crime against manhood not to fondle her natural I-cup breasts.
“H-het. Hnnng.”
She was so sensitive post-coitus that she shivered and reacted no matter where I touched. This was fun. It felt like playing with a sensory toy—and the soft texture was incredible.
“Stoooop…”
“No way. You’re mine, so I’m going to touch you however I want.”
Exhausted as she was, Ayoung tried to half-heartedly reject my hand, but she went silent immediately after my words.
“Hnn.”
The fact that she didn’t push back felt like permission to keep going, which only made me feel better. God, she’s so cute. If only she were this docile all the time.
I gently kneaded her soft breasts and stroked her lower belly, which was still filled with my seed, waiting for her to recover. Fortunately, Ayoung, who had been trembling and struggling so much, regained her senses after a little while.
“I’m going crazy. It feels too good.”
“That’s a relief. I was worried since it was your first time.”
I handed her a glass of water, and she gulped it down, her tone returning to her usual grumpy self. A little disappointing, really. She was so cute just a moment ago.
“Puh-ha, ugh. I feel like I’m coming back to life.”
“You drank the whole thing?”
Downing 500ml in one go? That was impressive for someone of her size.
“I don’t know, it just went down.”
“Well, you did pour out quite a lot.”
At my words, Jo Ayoung looked down at the bed. The sheets were so soaked from her fluids that they looked beyond saving.
“Ugh, did all of this really come out of my body?”
“Yeah. I was worried you’d get dehydrated.”
“That’s insane. I’m not even the type to get that wet.”
Not the type? Who was the one always slobbering all over my cock? She’d even soaked her underwear and pants before stumbling out of the room.
“W-what are you looking at? It’s true. It’s not usually like this.”
“…That just means you enjoyed it that much, right? I’ll take it that way.”
I let it slide for her sake, and Jo Ayoung hung her head, fidgeting with her fingers.
“Th-that… maybe.”
Then, she leaned over and flopped onto my chest. What is this cute creature? Is this the power of sex? Do women really get this adorable once their sexual urges are satisfied?
“Wow, you’re cute.”
I couldn’t help but blurt out my inner thoughts. Jo Ayoung flinched, but without any real resistance, she slid her arms around my waist. Holy crap. Is this really Jo Ayoung?
“…Blood. It’s there.”
She muttered, looking at the sheets as if to change the subject.
“Yeah. Does it hurt? Like, is it chafing?”
“…Not really.”
I’d asked out of habit, thinking of Jiyoung. She’d complained about her back hurting and her pussy being sore after sex. I guess Ayoung has better stamina than I thought. Ah, I thought of her again.
“Tell me if you’re tired. I’ll give you a massage.”
“I’m fine. It’s not that bad.”
Jo Ayoung’s voice was low. She definitely noticed. I had to make up for it.
“That’s a relief, but what about this?”
I looked down at her, still clinging to me, and traced her chest with my finger. There were red, splotchy handprints near her breasts and hips—marks from when I’d gripped her too hard in the heat of the moment. Her skin was so delicate that even that had left marks.
“…It’s fine. I bruise easily anyway. I can just cover it up.”
She shivered as she answered, her voice returning to its usual tone. No, wait—it sounded a bit flushed, too.
“Are you… turned on by the marks I left?”
“No? I’m not? I wasn’t thinking that at all!”
You pervert. The marks of my touch are a turn-on for you? You really are a total bitch at heart.
“…Tell me if you want more. I’ll mark you again.”
“I told you no! Do you think I’m some kind of pervert?”
Yeah, I do. I didn’t say it out loud, but I think my feelings came across clearly enough. Jo Ayoung blushed and buried her face in my chest.
“Hey, give me your hand.”
“My hand?”
At her small whisper, I lifted my hand. She reached out and interlaced her fingers with mine, locking them together.
“…What’s this?”
“…Shut up.”
Holding hands like lovers. She kept her face buried in my chest, turning slightly to stare at our joined hands.
“Heh.”
She let out a small laugh and moved her fingers to gently stroke the back of my hand. This is a signal, right? This is total vixen behavior, isn’t it?
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“It’s incredibly hot, so stop it before I fuck you again.”
My heart felt all mushy, and I blurted it out before I could stop myself. I mean, we’d already had sex, but this felt different. Come to think of it, I’d never held hands with any of them before. Hyeji had wrapped her hands around mine a few times, but that felt different. It didn’t make my heart race or feel this strange, erotic sensation.
“…Go ahead.”
Jo Ayoung whispered in a tiny voice. I couldn’t quite hear what she said, but I didn’t ask her to repeat it. It was probably just another one of her playful teases.
“…Why didn’t you ask me to repeat that?”
“What?”
I’d just been holding her quietly, but Jo Ayoung looked up at me, looking a bit pouty.
“You didn’t hear me. Why didn’t you ask what I said?”
She squeezed our joined hands. What was it? Was it something important?
“What did you say?”
Then, Jo Ayoung gave me her signature mischievous smile, rested her face on my shoulder, and whispered in a small, breathy, and incredibly erotic voice:
"Do it then, you pervert♡"
She was seducing me.
“You… you little bitch!”
“Kyaa!”
I couldn’t hold back anymore.
***
“I’m really going to burst, you perverted bastard.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have seduced me.”
I’d come twice more. She was so good that even after one more round, she’d clung to me, acting all cute and saying, ‘Is that it? I still want more,’ and I just couldn’t resist. I don’t think I’ll be able to beat Jo Ayoung for a while.
“How are you so quick to adapt for someone who’s never done this before?”
“It’s just because you’re a loser with a big cock.”
“It’s your stamina that’s the problem. How are you still so energetic?”
Jo Ayoung giggled, kicking her legs as she lay prone on the bed. How was she so fine after doing it for the first time? Aside from being briefly exhausted from all the fluids she’d lost, she was back to her usual playful self even after three rounds.
“I don’t know, maybe I was born this way. You’re going to have a hard time keeping up with me from now on, aren’t you?”
“…Bring it on. I’m still fine, too.”
“Bullshit. By the end, you couldn’t even move your hips properly.”
She was right. By the third time, I was so exhausted I couldn’t move. It was my first time using my hips, so I’d just been mindlessly thrusting with brute force. If anything, she should be praising me for lasting three times. Sex is incredibly exhausting.
“My cock is still hard, though.”
“Just your cock. You need to exercise if you want to have sex.”
“You could just be on top, you know.”
“Is that so?”
There’s no rule that says I have to be the one doing all the work. It’s supposed to be for both of us, so she needs to cooperate. When I’m tired, you move.
At my minor complaint, she flipped over and sat up. She pinned me down, climbed on top, and pressed her body against mine. She leaned into my ear and whispered with a voice full of laughter:
"I don't want to? You said I was your onahole, so I’m just going to lie here and take whatever you do, since I don’t have an automatic function."
This cheeky girl. “Get over here!”
“Kyaa~”
I pulled her into a hug and shook her around. Doing any more was genuinely impossible, but I had to express the adoration I felt somehow.
“Wait, wait.”
After shaking around on top of me for a while, she bounced off and flopped onto the bed. Looking at her back as she giggled, it finally hit me that I’d actually had sex with her. We’d rolled around in bed like this before, but… naked? Those firm buttocks and bouncing breasts were enough to drive a man insane. Next time, I’m definitely going to hit it from behind.
“Ah~ you really are exhausted, aren’t you? You’re done for now, right?”
“Yeah. I’m really tired.”
“Ugh. You pig. You really need to exercise. Are you going to just collapse like this every single time?”
“What’s it matter? I’ve always lost to you guys anyway.”
If you’re in a hurry, you can just take care of it yourself. It’s not like it’s a big deal. At my offhand comment, Jo Ayoung arched her eyebrows in annoyance and poked my belly with her finger.
“I’m not joking. Seriously, exercise.”
“Why are you like this again?”
“If you’re going to do it, do it right and get fit. How long are you planning to live like this?”
It was a fair point, but coming from her, it was absurd. I have a house, and I don’t have to worry about making a living. I have health concerns, sure, but wouldn’t the power of South Korea’s medical welfare take care of it somehow? You guys are the ones living in someone else’s house without a future.
“Why is it important for me to get fit?”
“Th… that’s.”
Jo Ayoung’s face flushed. Does she really like me? She said it was absolutely not the case before—did she fall for me just because we had sex?
“Do you want me to get fit?”
“No!?”
“Then why?”
Jo Ayoung rolled her eyes and tapped her fingers together. It was her habit whenever she was extremely flustered and trying to force an excuse. “Do you have feelings for me?”
“Fuck!”
Jo Ayoung shouted, but the expression on her face wasn’t anger—it was pure, trembling panic. It would be so much better if she were just honest.
“It’s not like that. Do you think I’d fall for you just because we had sex once? Seriously, stop reading those doujinshis.”
“Then what is it?”
“I… if my sex partner looks like this, I can’t even brag about it to anyone.”
“Then just don’t brag.”
“Shut up! Just lose the weight!”
Logic didn’t seem to matter anymore. Caught between her desire and her refusal to admit it, she was just throwing a tantrum like a child.
“Then, if I lose weight, what will you do for me?”
“What?”
“You’re the one who wants me to lose it. I need a reward to find the motivation.”
“….”
No answer. She wasn’t rolling her eyes or tapping her fingers anymore. She was just frozen, like a statue. I decided to whisper to her playfully this time.
“If I lose the weight, will you go out with me?”
“Whaaat!?”
She jumped back in shock and hit her head on the headboard. That must have hurt. But she didn’t care; she just pointed a finger at me and raised her voice.
"Y-you! Do you like me?!"
She was so flustered that her fingertip was trembling. Seeing that, I wanted to tease her even more.
“No, it’s not like that.”
“What? Then why?”
“I just need a reward that’s worth the effort. Losing weight isn’t easy, and escaping the ‘virgin’ life seems like a pretty good deal, don’t you think?”
Of course, my ultimate goal was to build a harem with all of them. It wasn’t like I didn’t have feelings for her… but I couldn’t just confess that easily. The current playful relationship between Jo Ayoung and me was just right.
“You… you you you! You asshole!!!”
Jo Ayoung kicked out at me. How many days had it been? It still didn’t hurt at all. The thrill of sex, the sense of accomplishment that I was one step closer to my goal—and above all, the sight of Jo Ayoung so embarrassed she didn’t know what to do with herself was a sight to behold.
“Go die!!!”
At least, until I was kicked out by her, whose anger was much greater than I’d anticipated. Let me at least grab my clothes.