Honestly, a Bit Lame
"Ahh... ughhh ♡" ...She's gotta be fine, right? I read on some wiki once that instead of just pounding away like a maniac, it's better to stimulate the upper wall of the vagina, so I'm scraping the top as much as possible for now.
"Ahhhh... haaah... haaaahh."
She's letting out those moans, so no reason to stop... but she's covering her eyes with her arm the whole time, so I can't read her expression.
"Kim Yejeong, if you don't tell me to stop, I'm gonna keep going."
"Hng... haaaang... kuhh ♡ Do it... do it ♡"
Every time my dick thrusts in and out, her hips buck slightly, twitching, and her cleavage opens and closes, constantly tempting my eyes.
wanna grab 'em... Kiss her too. I've already touched her pussy. Can't I just grab her tits? I wanna see them fill up my hand.
Hmm... Maybe because they seem like they'd cover a lot of area. I'm being unnecessarily cautious for some reason.
"Ji... jigggh... stri... hng... ugh... hng...!"
She says it's good like this...? What if I try groping her tits and sucking her nipples? That'd feel even better, right...?
Should I... or shouldn't I...
...For now, no sucking—just touch them lightly with my hands. If she seems too shocked or pushes me away, I'll stop.
"Hahut!!"
Ahem... I meant to just touch, but I ended up grabbing them without thinking... Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump. The softness is one thing, but feeling her heartbeat pounding inside at the same time? This is the real kick. Now I use my other hand to fondle the curve under her right breast, rubbing her nipple with my thumb. Sucking... I can't risk losing control and just pounding away at my own pace.
Anyway, gauging her overall reaction—
"Mo... more... more intense guhh ♡"
......She wants it harder? For real...?
"Tits... or thrusting...?"
"Har... hng... haaaah! Haah... harder...!"
Damn, I can really feel the difference in our voice pitches. But if she keeps this up, I just wanna go hard on both...
...But no, hold back and ask one more time.
"Tits. Or thrusting."
"Yesss... hng... f-fu... harrrder ♡"
Whoa, her voice is shaking like crazy. Legendary.
...I know thinking this makes me a little bit of an ass, but 'honestly, a bit lame pussy' is a no-go.
...Wait a sec.
The mission was to make her cum once while I hold out for three. But if I nail this, the score goes from 3:1 to 1:3...
"...No reason I can't."
Just in case she tries to back out later. This is the surest way to shut that down.
"Kim Yejeong... you asked for it harder."
"Heeeuk ♡"
...Alright then. Here we go.
Squelch.
Screw it, fuck. Pinch the nipple a bit.
"Grroooh!!"
Squelch. Squish. Squelch.
If I do [that thing] here, I could drive her even crazier...
...but it'd be way too cringy. No, snap out of it. Think about the bet. Whisper in her ear.
"...Y-you're, khk, pretty everywhere."
"!!!"
Oh. Shit. She's clenching.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
"Grhh ♡ Sl-slow... what'd you... saaaay ♡"
"You... heard me."
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Haa! Ughhk! D-don't... say it agaaain...!"
"...If I go... even harder."
"...Do... it... ♡"
...Confirmed.
Slap—.
"Hnggrk—. Uhng. Heh... grrooh."
"N-no part of you... isn't pretty... fuck."
Nooo~ Not cringy at all~ Nooo~ Not cringy at all~ Nooo...
"Not tr-true... ha... haa... nooo ♡"
"All of it... so... fucking sexy."
"This... is... too... much...!"
Slap— slap— slap—
"G-gonna... cum... I'm... cuuuumming ♡"
Yeah, go ahead.
Thud, thud, thud...
"Haaaah!!"
Twitch-twitch.
"Cuhming——♡"
Urgh—.
Squirt, squirt, spurt... spuuuurt...!
In that instant, Kim Yejeong's legs locked around my back in an X, tensing up hard before trembling uncontrollably. Then, the hot, clear fluid inside her pussy gushes out, pressing sharply against the condom around my dick.
"Hoo..."
I catch my breath and slowly pull out my still rock-hard, unsated cock... As her raised knees shake, her soaked hole clearly dribbles leftover juices: drip... drip... drip...
"Haa, haah, heh, heh, hii, hoo."
Mission 'make her cum' accomplished, at least.
"...I haven't cum yet... so I still win."
"Hoo, h-h, heh, hae, heee..."
Hmm. She can't hear me.
What now.
She looks exhausted.
No, girls can keep going after one, right...?
"Haa, haa, hooo, uueh..."
She's totally wiped out, a total mess...
Drip...
...
Virgin blood...? I figured it might not show up since that's common...
Where's the tissue—
...But can I even wipe that with tissue? Or not...? Am I being overly cautious for no reason...? What do I do. Tissue? Towel? Tissue? Towel?
Fuck, this virgin blood is gonna be so obvious~
...Anyway. Towel feels better, right?
*
I dunno...
In the end, I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped her down. Luckily, there wasn't much blood.
She bows her head... flops over... Sleeping peacefully for a loser.
Can't really do more here...
...Should I wash her, or just let her sleep?
"Ahh— dilemma on dilemma, fuck."
Hey, Kim Yejeong, you irresponsible bitch. I haven't even cum yet—how can you just pass out?
Serves you right for provoking me in the first place...
"Sigh."
Whatever. This shitty human relationship.
Hooo...
I slump against the corner wall, one knee up, staring at my half-deflated condom dick. Ridiculously, my first post-nut clarity without the nut hits me.
"It wasn't bad or anything."
A short mutter and grumble later...
Reason starts creeping back into my brain—
"Jatae..."
...Well, look at that.
"Jatae... haadi... maeong..."
She's gotta irritate me to the end. Why, what, you lame pussy. I won, didn't I?
"Three times my ass..."
Now I've gotta toss this unfilled condom, lady.
"Hakyo... da neonya dae..."
...What're you saying.
I've done plenty—ain't that enough?
"I hae... i gyeojja naa..."
...You crazy bitch.
(Falling asleep sounds) Snore... snooore...
"No conscience at all. Irresponsible pleasure?"
This is my first time too. If you just conk out like this, do I leave you or wake you to clean up? You don't know basic manners?
Maybe research the sex page on that wiki...
No thanks. Too lazy. Tired. Exhausted.
"I'm exhausted too..."
Whatever, fuck it. No internet.
"Wake up, damn it."
Park Jiyong, not Kim Yejeong.
Thud... thud... thud...
At least the officetel has decent storage for a solo place.
Snooping in someone else's stuff without permission. Rude? Maybe, but my prof said it: 'Kid, if the situation's special, act special!!'
Let's see~ Socks and undies here.
Slide. Rustle. Rustle.
Found it, blankets. Extras, good.
(Washing machine running) Clunk— clunk— whoooo. It's dawn.
(Washing machine ends) Ding-ding-ding~
"Life~"
I pull the blanket from the huge washer and move it to the dryer.
(Dryer buttons) Beep. Beep.
About an hour or two ago... Instead of washing Kim Yejeong, I swapped out her bedsheet, grabbed the sweat-and-juice-soaked blanket and my laptop bag, and came to this 24-hour coin laundry.
Of course, I spotted her officetel keycard near the storage while hunting for a new blanket.
With that, no passcode needed—free access anytime.
Once that dryer finishes—
I'll drop the blanket back at her place.
And I'll finally drop out...
Bzzz.
At this hour...?
Bzzz. Bzzz.
My pocket phone vibrates three times total. I'd bet my life savings and fingers on it being—
"KakaoTalk~"
Check it: [202X-1 Semester Web Novel Creation Practice Group Chat]
"Ah."
As expected, three messages...
This is tomorrow's class... no, today's class.
'That's why,' you had to upload by yesterday morning in principle.
Prof always chants it like a sutra: 'You gotta feel for yourselves how important deadlines are for us writers who eat words for a living~' And he's set 'No feedback' for late uploads as Webchangsil's one iron rule.
Basically, it's not a credit class, so slackers can skip weeks and slink back for feedback anytime.
'As long as you hit that week's upload deadline.'
What can I say... it's a promise?
'Of course, I didn't upload this week.'
I'm dropping out—what promises matter?
My last message in this chat was last week.
"...Talk about suffering."
Ryu Seowon. Not close or anything.
The one who uploads the most in Webchangsil.
Third-year, I think. Only three classes so far, but first time late, it seems.
'Because she was always first before.'
Thanks to that, I've prepped the most feedback for her stuff.
Always first in line, got me working hardest. Or maybe just 'cause her base wordcount's the highest...?
Anyway...
She's none of my business anymore.
YouTube till the dryer's done—
Bzz. Bzz.
Wha, nuisance much? Turn off notifications next time;; You're gonna wake everyone...!
If you're gonna do that, just make it one long message—
Bzz.
Wha, what the fuck.
Are you insane, human...? What the f—