Please Fuck Me...
The moment I sent the text, a phone buzzed somewhere close by.
Goosebumps rippled down my arms as I stared straight ahead.
It was Yurim.
"Hey, Dajun. Welcome."
"Y-yeah, good to see you..."
Stammering, I walked toward her. Yurim stood with her arms crossed, leaning against a utility pole, her eyes flicking back and forth between me and my house. She'd come early to wait for me, apparently.
She spoke in her usual easygoing tone. "I could hear it all the way from your place. What was going on over there?"
She was smiling, but there was an edge to her voice. The old house simply had terrible soundproofing — that was all. I replayed the memory of Dami moaning in my head. If someone heard that from outside, they might get the wrong idea.
All I had to do was tell the truth about what had actually happened. I nodded and answered.
"It's nothing. The screaming — that was Dami."
"Why?"
"I was giving her a massage, you know? She kept screaming that it hurt."
Yurim had listened with a blank blink, and the moment I finished, her mouth just hung open.
"Wow... how hard did you knead her for Dami to scream like that?"
"I didn't do it that hard. Like, about this much?"
I pinched my own forearm as I spoke. The instant my fingers touched Yurim, a moan burst out of her.
"Ahhk!"
Her back arched backward, her enormous breasts swaying with the motion. Yurim wrapped her arms around herself and backed away from me.
"Agh... what is with your hands, why are they so brutal? Is it a boy thing?"
"That bad?"
"Yes, that actually hurt."
I tilted my head and pinched my own arm again. "...Doesn't feel like that much to me."
I clicked my tongue and looked her over. "You women and your dramatics. Yurim, you're more delicate than I thought."
"Excuse me? Easy to say when it's not your arm."
Eyes flying wide, Yurim pinched my arm. A woman's soft fingers, even in this world... I twisted my face up and teased her right back.
"Wow, a woman pinching a man? Shame on you, Yurim."
"Nobody does that stuff these da— hyaak!"
I ambush-pinched her flank.
"Ahhh... Yang Dajun, you wanna die?"
"Hah, I win. Heheh."
I pretended to flee, jogging away in exaggerated slow motion.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Naturally, Yurim caught me. She hugged me from behind, her huge breasts cushioning my whole body in something soft and overwhelming.
"Boys always think they're the fast ones."
"Ugh."
I turned around to face her, and there was nothing but giant tits filling my line of sight. God, this is amazing...
It made me want to hurry to Yurim's place and get held already. I feigned reluctance, squirming in her grip.
"Let go."
"Heheh, Yang Dajun."
"Let go and then we'll talk."
Yurim took my hand and said, "Then how about you give me a massage too."
Rubbing her chest against me, her other hand closed around my cock.
"Yurim, why are you touching there?"
"Because it's mine."
It meant she considered me her man. Being possessively clung onto by a woman... felt pretty good, honestly.
Yurim kneaded the cock she'd taken my virginity with. "Haah... your cock's so big..."
"It's not even hard yet."
I meant that I wasn't erect — but hearing that, Yurim's cheeks bunched up in pure delight.
"Heheh, which means it's big, right? Hm? It's swelling up little by little?"
"That's because you're hugging me."
"Oh..."
Yurim's lips rounded into a small o. A boy whose cock got hard just from being hugged by a woman — that must have thrilled her.
Look at it the other way and I guess I'm just born like... that, or whatever.
While I was lost in thought, Yurim pulled my captive hand toward herself. I was drawn forward, and my face collided with her breasts.
Soft.
So good.
Yurim laid my hand on top of her chest and asked, "What do you think of my tits?"
"Think of them as what? They're boobs."
I said it as if I felt nothing at all.
"Hmm... so this doesn't really do anything for you, huh."
It did. A chest the size of my own face — that was a matter of enormous importance. But when I showed no reaction, Yurim tilted her head and said, as if in passing:
"Fine, whatever. Hey, Yang Dajun, did you know something?"
"Know... what?"
"When you're up against me, you disappear completely?"
She meant her chest blocked me from view. Obviously, all I could see was Yurim's breasts. Seriously, so good...
I wanted to bury my face in them, but I held back. Instead I rose slightly onto my tiptoes and looked up at her. Seeing that, Yurim drew a sharp breath and guided my hand downward.
"Adorable..."
It was Yurim's lower belly.
"Heheh, Yang Dajun. And how do you feel about here?"
She asked like a rough-and-ready tomboy, but her voice dripped honey. With my hand pinned in place, Yurim rubbed her flushed lower belly.
"This is where your baby used to be, you know."
"Don't phrase it like that. It's not like I came because I wanted to."
"Hmm... feeling cheated that you can't give another woman your babies?"
"...It's not that."
I said it while playing the shy young man. Yurim, the corners of your mouth keep twitching upward. I'm guessing you liked getting my creampie, huh.
A man doesn't come for just anyone. You offer your seed only to someone precious.
Women are probably the same way, though. Losing your virginity to just any man — I hear that's a matter of pride.
Yurim had pined after me for well over a decade. We'd traded virginity for virginity — by now, that was practically a victory.
"Heheh..."
Yurim laid her hand over the back of mine and kept stroking her belly. A woman's slightly rounded lower belly was as soft as marshmallow.
Then Yurim guided my hand lower and lower.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm letting you touch here too."
Between her legs was soaked through and damp. She must have been leaking love juices the whole time she was hugging me.
A hot breath rushed into my ear.
"This is the pussy that took your virginity."
"...Stop."
"Stop?"
I tried to answer Yurim's question with a pitiful little act.
"Yeah, not here... mmph!?"
She stole my lips. Yurim pushed her tongue into my mouth, and I made my limbs tremble.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
I pounded my fists against her breasts. Yurim, woman that she was, entangled her tongue with mine.
"Nope, I'm not letting go. Chuwp, chup."
"Mmmph..."
Letting my strength drain away, I slowly lowered my hands. Being forcibly kissed outdoors is so fucking good...
I'd just been publicly claimed as some beauty's exclusive male. The thought that she wanted me sent blood rushing south.
"Chuup... hah. ...Yang Dajun?"
Yurim pulled her lips away and gave me a moment to breathe.
"Yurim, please..."
"What?"
"Not here... let's do it at your place... okay...?"
I clasped her hand tight and begged, and Yurim arched an eyebrow.
"Oh? Is that permission, then?"
I shook my head hard. Yurim jerked her chin. "Then what's that?"
"Nothing..."
What she pointed at was my crotch. The outdoor forced kiss had gotten me fully hard.
"Hmm."
Says he doesn't want it outside, suggests going home — and walks around with a stiffie the whole time. Any woman would be dripping at this point.
Yurim smirked and turned me around to face the way we'd come. "Heheh, you little brat... fine. Let's go home. I'll ravish you there."
"I don't want to..."
And I followed Yurim anyway.
"Hm?"
"What now..."
When my footsteps stopped, Yurim stepped a pace closer. "Yang Dajun, if you don't want it, why are you following me?"
Says he doesn't want it with his mouth, but the very picture of a boy secretly desperate to be devoured. And from the moment I got hard for the woman who'd taken my virginity, I was basically advertising for sex anyway.
Yurim's wearing the face of a woman who's got me right in the palm of her hand.
I shook my head while watching her puff herself up. "It's not what you think."
"Really? Then I'll go alone?"
"Hold on."
I bowed my head, playing embarrassed, and said, "...Let's go together."
Yurim smiled and took my hand in hers. "Heheh, playing cute, are we."
I knew exactly what awaited me — and I was walking there on my own two feet.
Inside the convenience store.
We'd stopped by briefly on the way to Yurim's place. She showed me her wallet and told me to pick out anything I wanted, striking a proud, self-satisfied pose as she did.
"I really don't need anything."
"You'll need something in you if you're going to endure what's coming."
Yurim looked at me with a strange glint in her eyes. And I caught her licking her lips.
Just how hard does she plan to go at me...
I nearly got hard right there in public.
Watching the clerk out of the corner of my eye, I sidled up to Yurim, who was busy piling her basket high with snacks.
"Why are you buying so much? Yurim, are you a pig or something?"
"What did you just say? It's for you."
"You're just using me as an excuse. You know I don't eat much."
We were close enough to know each other's appetites by heart... Yurim rested her hand on me naturally, like it belonged there.
"Even a boy needs to eat a decent amount, you know. Eat up and put some weight on, okay?"
"You're the one who should be gaining."
"Gain more than this?"
"Hey, hey — don't."
I hastily stopped her, startled. She'd been hoisting up the underside of her own breast, and I glanced around in alarm.
Oh... right, this is that kind of world.
The clerk was a woman too, and nobody found it the least bit strange. A world generous about breasts.
Embarrassed, I lowered my hand and picked up a drink instead.
"An energy drink?"
"It looks tasty."
"That's not exactly a flavor-driven purchase, is it?"
"It looks tasty, I'm telling you. It says Monster right here."
I was going to drink it regardless. I insisted, leaning hard on the word Monster.
"Well... fine by me."
After all, you're the one who'll be getting devoured without a break.
Muttering that, Yurim headed for the register.
"Can I have a bag, please?"
"It's just a few cents, is that all right?"
"Yes, yes."
Yurim nodded and slid her card. The female clerk glanced sidelong at me as she scanned the barcodes. I pressed close against Yurim and stared right back at the clerk.
Not pretty. No stat window popped up. But conscious of Yurim beside me, I kept staring anyway.
"..."
The female clerk and Yurim stared each other down, occasionally flicking glances my way as well.
Maybe I should make her a little jealous.
I took Yurim's hand and spoke to the clerk in a whiny, coddled voice.
"Miss."
"Y-yes?"
Hearing her startled reply nearly made me burst out laughing.
"Could I get a receipt too, please?"
"Oh — yes, of course."
"...You don't need one."
With those words, Yurim crushed my hand in hers. Her carefully manicured nails dug straight into the back of my hand.
"Ugh..."
I leaned against Yurim, feigning pain, and she smiled warmly as she stroked my cock.
"Heheh."
"Don't..."
Being owned by a woman feels even better than I expected...
I was aching to be devoured. I wanted the beauty beside me to pounce on me right then and there.
Up front, the clerk kept scanning barcode after barcode over nothing but food.
I could tease her a little more, right?
I poked at Yurim and spoke up.
"Um, Yurim...?"
"Yeah?"
Seeing me uncharacteristically bashful made Yurim tilt her head in puzzlement. I avoided her eyes and picked up that thing.
"What is it?"
"Th-this..."
I held it out to her with both hands cupped neatly together.
"I think we forgot this. Buy this too. Please..."
I was asking her to buy condoms. And not just any condoms — the largest size, the longest-lasting performance kind. Condoms made for a woman's pleasure.
At the signal I'd sent — practically please, ravish me — Yurim swallowed hard and said:
"Wow, you really..."