Chance?! (3)
“Aaaah! W-wait, hold on.”
The Yumi who had gazed at me lovingly, confessing her affection in a hazy whisper and beckoning me closer, was gone. Now she was thrashing in agony, pounding my shoulders like she was having a seizure.
“Wh-why... why?”
Along with her went my suave casual address, whispering sweetly that I'd pine for her unrequitedly next time. Startled by Yumi's screams, I'd reverted to my timid self, polite speech slipping out unbidden.
“Euuuugh, it huuuurts! Just a sec...”
'I-I mean, my dick's kinda big, but this bad?'
I pulled back a little, and Yumi curled up, retching for a while.
“Hey, you asshole. Who the hell shoves it straight in just 'cause I said come here? You only get in the mood when you're sucking on tits, huh?”
Her eyes narrowed like a wild leopard's as she tore into me.
“S-sorry... It's my first time, so...”
“Fuck, you think it's only your first time? Mine too! Aaah, it hurts, ughhh.”
'Huh? Her first time too?'
I quickly checked my dick— the condom had a faint reddish tint, slightly diluted.
'Whaaaat?'
Truth be told, it was a miracle we'd even made it this far on our very first tries.
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“Gently... yeah, like that, nice and gentle.”
“Okay... gently... hold on... how's it now?”
“Good so far. I was super wet earlier, but it's drying out a bit, so be extra gentle.”
“Should I... wet it with some water or something?”
“Dip it in water first? You sane?”
“........”
“...Suck on my tits more. My tits are a erogenous zone too, y'know...”
And so, not quite round two—but round two began.
“Haaang... yeah, right there, aaahng!”
Chuuup, slurp. “Aaah, Yumi sunbae. Haa haa haa, this feels so good. Can I push in just a little more?”
“Your thing's too damn big. Shit. It's my first time too, and taking you is killing me.”
I desperately sucked on Yumi's tits, dying to bury myself fully inside her. Honestly, even if she told me to stop and just jerk off to her chest right now, I could've blown my load in under a minute.
“Haaaang. Good, aaang aaahng. Rub my ass too.”
“Ass up, Yumi sunbae, ass up.”
“Haaaang!”
As the mood heated up again, Yumi grew bolder. With her ass lifted and pleasure rising, she couldn't help shaking it, her tits jiggling wildly each time.
'Fuck, my first time with these massive tits. No way I could touch another girl after this.'
The sight was pure ecstasy, but the feel was next level. Defying gravity without a hint of sag, Yumi's breasts stayed perfectly shaped and soft. Her pink nipples stood erect against her pale skin, teasingly provocative.
Slurp slurp slurp slurp.
“Haaaaang. Seonghwan-ah... aaah, just like that. More, more!”
I had about half my dick inside, still latched onto her tits. It was torture for any guy, but for me, just starting out on this sex journey, Yumi's killer body— the epitome of busty perfection—was more than enough stimulation.
“Haa haa haaa, Yumi sunbae, just a bit more for me...”
“Deeper, come deeper. I'm loving this too.”
Taking her cue, I slowly tensed my hips.
'Slowly... aaah good... just a little more... slow...'
Squuuish.
My cock slid in nearly two-thirds.
“Uwaaaang!”
Yumi screamed, clutching me tight and writhing. Her eyes rolled back, pupils fading—a grotesque sight at first glance—but experiencing a woman like this in bed? Pure male catnip.
'Holy shit... Y-Yumi sunbae, you're insane.'
This wasn't like her initial pained howls. Even without experience, I could tell: these screams were pure ecstasy, her body peaking in overwhelming pleasure.
'N-now...'
Thinking there was no turning back, I thrust my full length into her pussy.
Squuuuish.
“Kuhhaaaaaang!”
“Hngh...”
Yumi yanked me close, our chests smashing together, and she kept screaming nonstop.
“Aaaaaah!”
Her legs trembled violently, the shakes spreading to her waist, then her whole body quaking. Finally, with one last cry, she frantically sought my lips.
“Aaaaang! You're... so good. Seonghwan-ah, just like that. Nghhh!”
I didn't yet grasp what it meant for a woman to respond this wildly on her first time. But my body instinctively knew, ramping up the pace.
Slurp slurp slurp.
“Mmmph mmmph. Hnggg!”
Thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack.
Kissing me with glazed eyes, Yumi's strength faded; her thighs around my ass loosened. But I was beyond caring, obsessed with pounding deeper into her pussy, hips pistoning relentlessly while hugging her tight.
From then on, it was all me driving—unilateral male fury. Yumi, spent, could only moan, eyes rolled back to the ceiling, addicted to the pleasure surging from below.
—Thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack.
“Hah hah hah hah. Y-Yumi-ya. Hah hah hah!”
“Uwaaaang!”
Yumi never could've imagined this last year. Becoming intimate with Seonghwan like this. Feeling her lower belly tear with pain and her heart explode with ecstasy at once.
Today, after so long apart, she'd been worried about Seonghwan skipping the club room. Tracking him led to staring endlessly. At first, she'd eyed the big guy suspiciously, lurking timidly around the clubs. Days of him wandering rooms, deep in thought—she figured he was shopping for a club.
But seeing him hesitate at doors, sighing at his own back, pity bloomed. Soon, she stalked him whenever he appeared.
One day, catching him lingering outside her club room, lost in thought, she impulsively hooked his arm and dragged him in. She shocked herself.
Her huge chest had been a childhood complex, breeding trauma from men's stares. Even after overcoming it, she dreaded skinship. Yet hugging him brought an inexplicable warmth from his solid frame, his deep baritone soothing her. Before long, she enjoyed chatting with him.
She'd pegged him as a late-bloomer senior post-military, peeking around. Turns out, he'd taken a gap year chasing his brother, barely scraping into school—two years her junior.
Casual mentions of his brother and family dripped with faint pain; she guessed the turmoil of living in his shadow. His brother, Kim Minhwan, she knew—a campus celeb. Tall, handsome, brilliant; last year he'd run for student council president, posters everywhere, girls whispering.
But he lost. A leaked secret chat:
The fallout buried him; the school hushed it to protect Korea University's rep. Seonghwan was that brother's shadow. No need to pry—his eyes screamed inferiority. Yet he hid knowledge of the scandal, radiating respect for Minhwan.
After, Yumi tailed him. Her boyfriend and dept friends faded. His timid playfulness charmed her. When he stopped club visits, anxiety hit. His deliberate distance tortured her through semester's end.
She couldn't forget his offhand tale: childhood crush on the neighbor sister's flowing long hair. Suddenly, she was growing hers out. Maybe hoping he'd light up if they crossed paths.
Waiting outside clubs on a whim, spotting him enter the library, she dashed over. Endless talks led to unexpected dinner. Hearing his neighbor crush's sister had enrolled spiked jealousy. Childhood stories, her bratty antics frustrating him yet worrying him—she sensed it:
'That little sister doesn't just see him as some familiar oppa.'
She'd known before. Another girl eyeing him with affection, despite her army boyfriend—flashing hostility at restaurant meetups. But Seonghwan always bragged about his army buddy and his girl. Yumi let it go.
The sister lingered, though. Childhood nostalgia, grumbling about her brattiness but fussing over her—it gnawed at Yumi.
That's why. Dragging him here "just in case," deciding to give him her virginity—fear drove it.
And now she knew: post-sex, she'd drown in his swamp forever. Trauma-ridden against physical intimacy, she'd be addicted to sex with him.