First Experience
The hot, ragged breaths escaped me as I clutched the half-discarded robes in a white-knuckled grip.
From the deepest core of my body, a molten heat surged upward like lava, numbing my mind with overwhelming desire.
My most secret place, left completely defenseless by Yeon-jin’s innocent touch.
That simple sensation had slowly taken control of my entire body, drowning it in lustful, aching ecstasy.
“I’m going crazy…! Fuck, haaht…!”
My body burned, pushed to its limit by unbearable need.
I ground my teeth and spat out rough curses mixed with heavy breaths, but the pounding of my heart in my ears and the fever already consuming me showed no signs of subsiding.
If anything, the longer it went on, the more violently the unresolved desire blazed.
“Kuuht, calm down, damn it…!”
I sat up on the bed, leaned against the cold wooden wall, and tried to draw up cold energy from my dantian to suppress the heart fire. But the sticky lust rising from deep in my lower abdomen threatened to devour even my inner power.
The places Yeon-jin’s fingers had brushed—my spine, my breasts—still burned as if scorched.
In my head, the obscene sensations from the hot spring replayed endlessly.
“Haaeu, aghk……”
My breathing came fast, like I had sprinted at full speed.
The insides of my thighs tingled. Instinct, already half-devouring my reason, screamed for release.
I had to deal with it. If I left it like this, sleep would be impossible. I might actually lose my mind right here.
Of all things, to be trapped in a woman’s body…!
My lust had risen to the top of my head, but the tool that should have been there to handle it was gone. What the hell was I supposed to do?
Normally I would have called a woman over or, if that wasn’t possible, simply stroked myself. But right now I was a young lady. The usual methods were useless.
-Schlick.
A lewd sound accompanied the hot fluid dripping down from between my legs.
“Ah, ugh…!?”
The feeling of something slowly soaking the space between my thighs startled me, yet I could do nothing but let myself be swept away by the crashing waves of desire.
My body had long since grown hot and begun pouring out nectar, but the cruel realization that I lacked the masculine organ to relieve it struck me to the bone.
It was unbearably frustrating.
Maddeningly, painfully, and emptily frustrating.
“Hiihk, huu, ugh, uuu…!”
As I leaned against the wall trying to stifle my miserable groans, one solution finally surfaced in my mind.
It’s not like there’s no way…!
Though the orthodox bastards in the Murim Alliance had given me that infamous title, I, Wi Yeon-seol—the Lustful Demon—was a man who had slept with countless women.
In other words, I knew better than anyone how to handle a woman’s body, where to touch, and how to stimulate it to draw out pleasure.
I had both the theory and the overwhelming experience.
But….
With my own hand… on my own body?
I was unmistakably a man.
Even if the shell I currently wore was female, my soul remained that of a man through and through.
Yet here I was, about to comfort myself as a woman, with my own hands. Could there be any greater humiliation?
“Haaht…! What kind of dogshit situation is this….”
I let out a hollow laugh inside. It was so absurd I could barely bring myself to consider it, but the primitive instinct making my thighs grow steadily wetter had already exhausted what little patience I had left.
-Slide.
After what felt like an eternity of inner conflict, I finally moved the hand I had been clenching and slid it down toward my lower abdomen.
Yes. This was simply a physiological phenomenon.
When hungry, you eat. When tired, you sleep. When something builds up, you release it. That was the way of nature. Even if the method was somewhat… unmanly.
Now that I think about it….
Just as I was rationalizing it and lowering my hand, a strange, impure curiosity suddenly raised its head.
I, Wi Yeon-seol, had watched countless women twist beneath me from the slightest movement, screaming in ecstasy or falling into rapture.
Ah, aahng…! Yeon-seol-nim, there, not there, please, nooo…!
I’m going crazy, please, just a little more, aaht…!
It’s too big, Yeon-seol-nim’s, cock, uht. Slower, ah, it feels, so, haahk…?!
Every time I heard their sweet voices, my chest filled with satisfaction and the arrogant pride of knowing that my smallest movements could show women heaven.
But I had never truly known what that sensation felt like for them.
They said the pleasure a woman feels is fundamentally different from a man’s.
Some even claimed a woman’s climax was overwhelmingly more intense, but that had always been nothing more than idle speculation from connoisseurs.
Yet right now, setting aside grand theories about the harmony of yin and yang, I had the perfect subject for hands-on experimentation right here.
The peerless, exquisitely sensitive body of a woman in her prime—before she was the Little Sword Empress of Botamun.
…I’m curious.
Just how different would orgasm feel in this body compared to what I already knew?
The unknown sensation I had never encountered as a man filled me with curiosity—and even a faint trace of fear.
That small spark of curiosity became the final stone that shattered the dam of reason I had been desperately maintaining.
“Hut, huuu….”
I let out a self-mocking sigh and, without further hesitation, slipped my trembling hand beneath my robes.
-Squish.
The skin my fingertips touched between my legs was slick and burning hot.
Thick, overflowing honey from my swollen, flushed slit coated my fingers stickily.
“……Uht!”
Clenching my teeth, I slowly moved my finger to the exact spot that had driven women to the height of ecstasy.
-Slick, schlick.
“Huup!?”
The moment my finger brushed the small, prominent nub between the honey-drenched petals, my whole body jerked as if struck by lightning.
“Hut, uuuuaaa…!”
The intense pleasure that flared up as if it had been waiting for stimulation nearly made me scream.
It was beyond imagination. No, comparison was impossible.
It was on a completely different level from the dull sensation I had known as a man. Like touching raw nerves after peeling away a thick layer of skin, even the smallest stimulus turned into brain-melting pleasure that hammered my entire body.
“Haa, ah, uht……”
Biting my lip, I moved my hand carefully.
With my sweat- and spring-water-soaked thighs spread, I lowered my waist and began slowly rubbing the nectar-filled petals.
-Schluurp, squish, schlick….
The obscene sounds of friction filled the room.
Every time my finger grazed a certain spot, an electric jolt raced up my spine.
My body responded with shameless honesty, igniting wherever my hand touched.
“Haaang, uaa, huut…!”
Panting with pleasure, I searched for even stronger sensations and moved my fingers more violently.
Inside my paralyzed mind, vulgar moans that sounded like those of a whore poured out endlessly.
At some point my left hand rose to the now-hardened peak of my breast and wrapped around it.
-Squeeze.
“Ah, aang!”
I gripped the firm, soft flesh as if trying to burst it and let out a pitiful sigh.
Damn it, I can’t hold back anymore…!
Simply gently stimulating my mound was no longer enough. The waves of lust devouring my reason were too powerful.
Following blind instinct, I straightened my index and middle fingers and slowly pushed them between the two dripping petals…!
-Schluurp, squelch.
“Aaaaaht…?!!!”
Two fingers sliding into a slit wet enough to accept them easily.
Together with the sharp foreign sensation piercing my insides, a wave of pleasure like a snake striking its head swept through my mind.
“Huuk…! Ah, uht, aaah…!? This is what a woman… feels…?!?!”
For a moment all strength left my body. Against my will, I pitched forward.
The pleasure was so intense it was difficult for a man’s mind to endure. My vision flashed white as I gasped for breath.
Damn it, it feels so good I’m losing my mind…!
Driven by thirst for more pleasure, I unconsciously used every sensual technique I had learned as Wi Yeon-seol to ravage Seol-hye’s sensitive body.
-Squish, squelch, squish, schlick, squelch…!
This grotesque, immoral act of me violating myself.
Yet even the shame became fuel for the fire. The resulting heat dyed my mind with the color of intoxication.
Shoulders trembling, legs convulsing with tension, body twitching all over—I still could not stop the violent movement of my fingers plunging and stirring inside.
“Aang, haaht, hiihk, haaak, aeu, haaang…!!!”
I had already thrown off my upper robes because they felt constricting.
Caressing my sweat-drenched naked body, terrified that my broken moans might leak outside, I kept my voice as low as possible while desperately trying to soothe the boiling desire.
My mind went completely blank. I forgot I was a man. I forgot the dignity of the Little Sword Empress. I simply surrendered my body to the torrent of pleasure rising from my fingertips.
“Aang, aht, this is, d-dangerous…!”
This was dangerous.
Terribly dangerous, and at the same time, so euphoric it felt like death.
The sweet cries spilling from my own mouth, the sound of thick, sweet nectar squelching against my skin—if I let my guard down even slightly, I felt my consciousness would fly away.
“Kuuht, ah, this, now I really…!”
A trickle of saliva ran down the corner of my mouth.
Heading toward the climax that had crept dangerously close, I thrust my hips wildly in time with my fingers.
-Squelch, squish, squelch, squish, squelch, squish!
The gentle, soft movements from the beginning had completely vanished, replaced by the frantic motions of pure lust.
“Yah, ugh, huuk, s-so, good, hyaaaang!!!”
At that moment.
The final wall I had been holding back with everything I had shattered, and unimaginable pleasure exploded.
“———!!!”
The climax surged like a bursting dam.
-Thud.
Then, behind that sweet ecstasy, overwhelming exhaustion crashed over me and my body collapsed.
“Ha, haeu, huaa, hu, ah, haa….”
Still twitching faintly from the lingering afterglow of climax, I leaned against the wall, breathing hard, and stared into empty space.
After the violent storm of pleasure passed, only quiet silence remained.
“Haa, haa, ha….”
With sweat-soaked, disheveled hair clinging to my cheeks, I stared blankly at the ceiling. My head was spinning and I couldn’t muster any strength in my limbs.
…It felt good….
An endless wave of climax that a man’s body could never experience.
So this was truly what women felt.
No, that’s not all….
This body.
Because it belonged to the great disciple of the Buddhist sect, it was clearly a pure, untouched vessel that had never known a man’s hand, let alone masturbation.
On a field of pristine snow, the first footprint is always the deepest.
The way it reacted as if it would shatter at every touch, the shy flow of thick nectar.
This body was excessively pure, and at the same time, horrifically sensitive.
“…Ha….”
The desire that had finally been relieved slowly drained away, along with the heat that had tormented every part of my body.
And behind the languid exhaustion, something enormous surged in like a tidal wave.
The name of that emotion was self-loathing.
“…Crazy bastard.”
No.
At this point I should probably say crazy bitch.
-Swipe.
I barely managed to lift my hand and stare at the fingers soaked in sweat and nectar. A sour, fishy feminine scent stung my nose.
What the hell have I just done…!
The great Wi Yeon-seol.
A man who had fled all the way to the Northern Sea to escape the Murim Alliance’s pursuit yet never lost his pride. Had he really been reduced to comforting himself in a woman’s body, moaning like a whore?
“Uwaaaaa……!”
Overwhelming shame shot from my toes to the top of my head.
-Flop!
In a reality more horrific than any nightmare, I threw myself onto the bed and buried my face deep in the pillow.
More terrifying than the realization that the pleasure a woman felt was incomparably superior to a man’s was the fact that I had completely lost my reason and become addicted to that very immoral act…!!!
I should just die. Bite my tongue and end it right now…! After behaving like this, how could I ever call myself a proud man again…!
I barely suppressed the urge to kick the blankets off and screamed silently into the pillow.
If there were a mouse hole, I would have crawled into it immediately….
-Step.
It was then.
The silence broke. Someone’s presence approached, accompanied by soft footsteps that stopped right in front of my door.
…!!!
My heart plummeted.
Startled as if electrocuted, my body froze instantly.
“…W-who is it?”
I tried to sound as if nothing had happened, but the shrill voice dripping with panic made my heart sink again.
“Sister, it’s me. Yeon-jin.”
And the voice that came from beyond the door belonged to the very last person I wanted to face at this moment.