First Time with a Slut (1)
Right on cue, the enter key chimed cheerfully.
The tangled mess of code filling the monitor screen sorted itself out in an instant, and a green [UNLOCK] message popped up.
"Done."
I leaned back in my chair, stretching with a satisfying crack of my joints.
"As expected from you, sis."
"Hmph, don't praise me for something this basic."
I clapped in mock admiration, but my eyes weren't on the monitor—they were glued to the screen of the smartphone in my hand.
> Treatment Protocol: Ready
> Target: Han Seo-yul
> Expected Outbreak Intensity: Mild
So if I hit this now... that's when her sex addiction symptoms kick in, right?
I swallowed hard. No need to overthink it. My dick had been rock-hard and aching for a while now...!
Dry-mouthed, I pressed down hard on the [Execute] button in the center of the screen.
Bzzz—
A short vibration tickled my palm.
And at the same moment—
Twitch.
"...Huh?"
Fox-sis's shoulders jerked ever so slightly as she stretched. It was just a split-second thing.
Of course, nothing obvious changed. She didn't suddenly strip or pounce on me.
Just as expected. 1% to 3% effect. Exactly that much.
Mosquito bite level.
But the point wasn't how strong it was. The key was that there was a definite reaction, however subtle!
Her cheeks were just a tiny bit more flushed than usual. Barely noticeable.
But how do I make my move from here?
Wait, no. Actually, no need to agonize. Just act normal... Fuck it, what's one more rejection gonna hurt?
Truth be told, there was another reason I hadn't touched this woman before. Sure, I'd called her diseased or a whore up till now, but... there was a deeper reason.
It's kinda pathetic, but... I've already been shot down once.
About a month ago. Wasted out of my mind, I'd groped this ex-magical girl. Tried to cop a feel on her thigh when she was a little tipsy herself, desperate to lose my V-card.
And I woke up next to a trash bag in the back alley, with a fresh bruise on my solar plexus. That's probably when I started dismissing her as a slut, too.
What a pathetic fucking loser.
Yeah. But what can I do? To her, I'm just a "drunken whiner" or "bottom-rung loser"—nothing more, nothing less.
My stock's already in the gutter. What's left to lose?
Time to poke and see. If it flops, just play it off as a joke. I slapped on my thick-skinned mask.
"Sis."
"What? Don't even think about stiffing me on the cash."
"I'll pay up, obviously. But..."
I scooted my chair closer to her.
"Don't you get lonely these days?"
Silence. Just the hum of the fan.
She let out a baffled scoff.
"Hah? Dude, didn't get enough of a beating last time?"
"No, for real. Everyone feels it sometimes. Nights alone get lonely, body feels cold."
"Bullshit. You high? Even if you hate paying up, hitting on me? Come on."
"Confession attack" stung a bit... but her tone wasn't sharp. Normally she'd chuck the keyboard at me; now it was just a smirk.
Yep. It's working.
I mustered courage and pulled my chair even closer.
"Truth is, I'm the one dying of loneliness lately."
"So? What, want me to set you up?"
"Nah. Why look far?"
"...You seriously saying that shit?"
Her eyebrow twitched. I saw her fist clench, and my lips went dry.
"W-Wait! Not like that...!"
Damn, what now? I was braced for it, but I don't want to get hit! I switched tactics, pulling the most pitiful face I could.
"I'm in a real pinch here."
"What?"
"Peeling off my scab..."
"What?"
She crushed the energy drink can in her hand.
"What scab?"
"...The virginity one."
She stared blankly, like I'd morphed into some rare animal—or an endangered species.
"Pfft... HahaHAHAHA!"
Suddenly, she burst into gut-busting laughter, clutching her stomach and flopping back.
"Ahahaha! For real? Holy shit, at your age? Lmao."
"Don't laugh. It's serious."
"No, heh-heh. So? You wanna do it with me? Back-alley brothel vibes much? Go hit up a real whorehouse—why bug an innocent bystander?"
She wiped tears from her eyes, snapping at me.
I straightened up, shaking my head.
"Can't do that."
"Why not? That's where guys like you belong."
"...Scary."
"What is."
"STDs?"
"What?"
Her laughter vanished, replaced by pure pity. I rushed to explain.
"I mean, what if I catch something? World's a scary place these days. Hook up with a stranger, fuck up my life—who's accountable? That's why I'm asking you. We're... acquainted, at least."
Her jaw dropped. She pinched her temples and sighed.
"Haa... Jeong Ji-un."
"Yeah."
"You acting like a total nerd?"
"Huh?"
"Why would a magical girl help some random dude lose his V?"
She yanked her chair right up to my face. Sweet energy drink breath mixed with a strangely arousing sweat scent hit me.
"Mana circuit."
She tapped her chest with her index finger.
"As long as it's flowing in this body, no viruses or bacteria can touch it. Auto-purifies. Magical girls don't even get colds. You didn't know that, working this gig?"
My eyes went wide.
I genuinely didn't. Not like I went to college or even finished high school... Outside my self-taught hacking, I was clueless on basics.
"S-So then..."
"Yeah, dummy. No diseases even if you do me. Whatever I get up to out there, my body's cleaner than a sterile lab."
She smirked, crossing her legs. Muscles tensed taut under her hotpants.
Then her gaze swept my crotch. Blatant, sticky.
"Hmm, virgin, huh. Well, my body's been kinda tense today anyway..."
Her eyes shifted. She gave me a weird look, then held out her hand.
"Hand it over."
"Huh? What?"
"The money."
She wiggled her fingers.
"500k for the hack. My body's extra. Thought you'd get it free? Thief vibes."
"So that means..."
"What, hoping for charity?"
Irritated tone, but not a no. Almost welcoming. Pay up, and she'll spread 'em. Simple as that.
I swallowed.
"How much?"
"Cash?"
"No, not on me... I'll transfer."
"Upfront. Tip separate."
She stood, leaning over the desk toward me. Her hoodie neckline gaped, revealing deep white cleavage.
"Invest a bit if your sis is popping your cherry. I'll teach you real good."
She curled her left thumb and index into a circle, then stuck out her red tongue, slowly licking her lips.
Lick, lick.
How could I not pay after that...!
"Deal confirmed. Follow me. Lock the door."
She hopped up. Her loose hoodie flapped, baring sleek thigh lines.
I dropped the shutter and locked the door. The click echoed loud.
The back led to a narrow hall, ending at a beat-up door.
Creeeak—
It opened to a surprise. Nothing like the musty machine room outside. Faint lavender tickled my nose.
Cheesy floral wallpaper, but clean. One wall lined with dolls—most missing heads or eyes, but neatly arrayed.
"What, that 'surprised' look?"
She tossed her hoodie aside.
"Nah, just... cozier than I thought."
"Hmph. I'm a girl too. No pigsty hobbies."
She perched on the bed. The plush mattress sank under her.
"Well then."
She crossed her legs, jerking her chin.
"Strip."
"Huh?"
"Strip, I said. What, want me to do it? That's extra."
Dry tone, like a doctor prepping an exam. I swallowed, unbuttoning my jacket.
Shirt slipped off, belt undone. Pants hit the floor.
Cool air on bare skin. But my face burned.
Down to boxers. I hesitated, gauging her.
"Keep 'em on? Got a hole in 'em?"
"N-No."
Eyes squeezed shut, last piece dropped.
Plop. Full nude. First time baring it all before a woman—a magical girl, no less.
Less shame, more weird freedom... and tension gripping me.
Her eyes roamed: face, chest, abs, then between my legs.
Stopped dead on my raging hard-on. Precum smeared the tip.
Silence.
Tick, tick, tick. Just the wall clock.
Then.
"Pfft."
Another scoff.
"Micro-dick?"
"Average size."
"Yeah, that's the party line..."
Her grin was impure. As my face soured, she covered her mouth.
"Heh, sorry sorry, won't tease. Plenty smaller than you—don't pout. Guys with big ones strut like peacocks. Eh, you're average, so not you."
She waved it off casually, grabbing something from the bedside table.
Thought it was a condom. Nope—wet wipe.
"C'mere."
"Huh?"
"Come on. You shower, right?"
"Every day."
"All guys same. Splash water and call it good. Gimme."
She yanked my wrist. Strong grip. I stumbled between her legs.
Swish, swipe—cold wipe on my junk.
"Eek!"
"Hold still. Gotta be clean to taste good."
"...Wouldn't a full shower be better?"
"Shower's busted. All back-alley dumps like this."
No mercy in her touch. Thorough, every crevice. Precum oozed.
"Oho, your stamina might be decent."
"How from that?"
"Whore-magical girl's intuition~"
She says it herself. Tossed the wipe in the trash.
"Alright then."
She lay back, unbuttoning her hotpants.
Pop, ziiip—the sound scraped my eardrums.
"Ngh."
Lifted her hips, shucked pants and panties.
"...!"
I froze. Not pixels or pornstar theatrics.
Real, living woman. Magical girl skin—flawless. Taut waist curving to perfect hips.
And at the center: soft pink slit.
"What, just standing there?"
She grabbed my head, pulling me down.
"Lick first."
"...Yes ma'am."
Calming shaky nerves, I buried my face between her thighs.
Mouth dry from tension, but the scent? Otherworldly.
Normally it'd be musky or sweaty—sitting all day.
But.
"Whoa."
"What? Sniffing like a dog?"
"No, it smells amazing."
"...Pervert."
Light tap on my head—no pain.
No lie. Her secret spot wafted fresh citrus—like ripe lime or lemon.
Magical girl's natural scent?
Enchanted, tongue out.
Lick, slurp—
"Hng...!"
Soft flesh wrapped my tongue tip. Taste insane—not salty gross, but sweet fruit nectar.
Slurp, smack, schluuurp—
"Ah... Dude, you..."
Her thighs twitched, clamping my ears.
"Not there... higher... clit... ngh."
"Here?"
Smooch. Sluuuurp.
"Haa... Uh... Yeah, there..."
Better reaction than expected. My skill? Nah... probably the 'treatment protocol' making her extra sensitive.
Two minutes of dogging it, guzzling fruit-juice pussy nectar.
"Dude... stop."
She yanked my hair urgently.
"Ow, hurts. Why? I can keep going."
"Shut up. All slobbery now. Feels weird, too wet."
Panting hard, she sat up. Pussy glistened, soaked.
"Get up here. Fuck me now."
"Already? Doesn't seem loose enough..."
"I know my hole. And."
She eyed me slyly, tracing her tits with a finger.
"Body's heating up. Your spit?"
Swallow. I climbed over her.
"Condom then—"
"Nah."
"Huh?"
"Magical girls don't get pregnant. Creampie away—no cheap genes left behind."
Reflexively spread her thighs wide, tip kissing her entrance. Hot, wet.
This the spot...?
"G-Goin' in."
"Less talk, more thrust! Dying here!"
Irritated, she bucked her hips up.
Squish!
"Eek?!"
"Haaaaah...!"
Root-deep in one go. Not my doing—she impaled herself.
"Ngh...!"
Brain went white. Warm, tight, squeezing like mad. Living walls gripping, not letting go.
Wasn't this a whore's pussy...!
Magical girls regenerate down there too?
"Dude..."
She pulled my neck close, whispering hot in my ear—not her usual rasp, but sultry moan-laced.
"Feels... fuller than expected? Not micro after all?"
"Told you, average..."
"Heh, yeah... average. Let's see that average skill."
My first time. Finally.