First Experience
I was abandoned at the orphanage the moment I was born. They said a note was tucked into my swaddling clothes, filled with the tearful tale of an unmarried mother too broke to raise me. The caregiver mentioned it saved them the hassle of naming me since my name was already there, but when I heard the story, it didn't stir much in me.
Names are whatever anyway—if they didn't want one, they should've just used proper birth control from the start. I was only slightly curious about what kind of irresponsible fucker my parents were, swinging their cock around without a care, knocking up and then dumping me like trash.
The silver lining was that the orphanage I grew up in was relatively decent, and I was the top student among all the kids there.
For an orphanage kid, getting bullied was the best-case scenario; otherwise, you'd end up as the delinquent gang's punching bag or errand boy. But my top-of-the-class grades became a solid shield against all that bullshit.
We couldn't dream of cram schools or tutors, but my efforts paid off—my scores stayed consistently in the top ranks right up until entrance exams. Thanks to that, I got into Korea University, one of the big three prestigious schools in Korea.
I was finally starting campus life at a university others envied, but life beyond the orphanage walls wasn't so easy. You could call it my first real trial.
High school graduation meant leaving the orphanage, but the independent living dorms were full and couldn't take me. The 5 million won severance they handed out to graduates was laughably insufficient for someone like me, thrown into society with nothing.
Tuition got covered somehow with national aid and institutional scholarships, but finding a place to crash was the immediate problem.
When the caregiver—who'd celebrated my acceptance like it was their own kid's—fronted the deposit for my one-room, I was beyond grateful. That was probably the first and last time I ever felt pure, no-strings-attached kindness.
Living expenses sorted themselves out surprisingly easily once I became a college student. Thanks to the Korea University name on my resume, tutoring gigs poured in from day one as a freshman.
Hell, a few rounds at rich houses covered tuition and bills no problem. It felt like my otherwise shitty life had unlocked a cheat code.
But who could've guessed that cheat code would send my life careening in a totally unexpected direction?
"No girlfriend? If I'd met a guy like you in college, I wouldn't have let you go. What's wrong with the girls at Korea U? Blind or something?"
The girl chattering beside me was a repeat test-taker I'd just started tutoring.
Her dad ran a major corp subsidiary, grandpa was a three-term ex-congressman—real upper-crust shit. The families I'd tutored before were well-off, but this place was on another level.
The estate's sheer size blew my mind when I first showed up with my enrollment cert. It was like stepping into a drama or movie mansion for real.
"What do you think of me, oppa? Guys line up outside trying to hit this."
She played the demure daughter around her parents, but alone with me, this was her default. Muscled guys got her horny, stripped 'em and found peanuts down there; short Smurf-lookin' dude but his technique made her cum from head alone—she bragged openly about her body count.
"Someone like me's hotter than most idols, but oppa acts like he doesn't care about girls at all? Come on, stop reading and read my fortune instead!"
All while pressing her tits against me too hard or slyly brushing my thigh—skin'ship she never forgot.
I'm a guy too; her signals were crystal clear. But with pay double the usual, college covered, and bonus perks promised, I couldn't risk blowing the gig. I played dumb for dear life.
Still, she was undeniably pretty. Flick her silky black hair to one side with a coy smile, and my heart skipped despite myself.
Her strawberry-ripe lips glistened like they'd been glazed with honey, her flawless neck flowing into deep cleavage that screamed sensuality beyond her years.
Same age, but calling me "oppa" and acting clingy was no small burden. I should've been used to it by now.
Obviously, she acted this way because of my looks.
Kid years, I dressed like crap and didn't notice, but high school hit a growth spurt—face sharpened up too, in the handsome direction.
College amped it up. Girls double-took on the street as a given; lectures and cafes, "Got a girlfriend?" came endlessly. Street castings? Forget about it.
At this point, I got even more curious about the parents who ditched me.
Genes like these—brains and looks—couldn't come from average stock. Why toss me? Some noble bloodline maybe? I'd chuckle at the fantasy.
It was scorching hot that day.
Running from the bus stop to make the session on time left me drenched like I'd been caught in rain when I arrived.
"Seriously, you ran from the bus stop? How am I supposed to sit next to that sweat stink? No one's home—shower first. Ew, sweat."
I should've known better than to take that at face value.
She left dad’s clothes in the small room; no suspicion, just toweled off and stepped in. There she was, buck naked, grinning at me.
"Haa... I kept signaling, but oppa pretended not to notice. This is all your fault for being so hot."
First naked girl ever— I stumbled back, ass-planting. Towel slipped, leaving my dick pointing helplessly at the ceiling.
"Mmm, even this side's as handsome as your face. Oppa, first time?"
"Uh, w-well..."
"No need. Your reaction says it all. Leave it to an expert from now on—you just enjoy."
Slender fingers rolled my balls gently, traced the urethra, climbed to the head. The thrill shot through me; veins bulging, my cock strained upward.
Satisfied, she parted her small lips, tongue out, lapping the tip.
—Lick lick, slurp slurp
That short tongue snaked like a live serpent: head to shaft, root soaked slick. Soon it pistoned front-back like lubed-up frenzy.
Her pro blowjob dwarfed my solo jerks. Blood rushed south; I half-feared it'd burst. Excitement peaked.
A shred of reason screamed this is wrong, but her tongue play melted it. If sucking felt this good, how insane would fucking be? Sex hijacking the brain—now I got it.
"Haa... how was it? Felt good, right?"
I could only moan. Ejaculation pressure built; one word and I'd blow.
"Haa... haa... Safe day today—your lucky break, oppa. Rookie but no condom."
Grabbing my shoulders, she wiggled her plump ass, aligning with my upright cock. Like a bomber locked on target.
Her soaked pussy grazed my head, then sank down slow.
"Haaang...! O-oppa. Why so big? Already filling me—gonna lose it."
Hot breath on my face, she shoved a stiff nipple in my mouth. Instinct kicked in; I suckled like a newborn.
"Oof! Hnng...! Haaang! Harder, oppa—haaang!"
Vaginal walls rippled along my shaft, varying intensities of pleasure exploding nonstop.
No wonder guys go nuts for pussy. Twenty years clueless—unforgivable.
Nipple sated, her tongue invaded next, ravaging mine and every gum crevice like a conqueror.
Lips smeared in spit, but sweet as honey—no filth in sight.
—Squelch squelch, smack smack paang pang
Once used to her rhythm, a porn scene flashed: position I'd craved trying.
I pulled hips back; she clocked it instantly, game.
"Haa... haa... Oppa, switch positions?"
No words—grabbed her back, eased her down slow. Missionary, my pick.
From above, she was stunning—beyond her usual pretty.
Affectionate eyes now burned with need; flushed cheeks, red-to-pink lip gradient hypnotically erotic. Couldn't look away.
Position set, lithe legs hooked my waist, urging pumps.
"Hng, hnngh! O-oppa. Faster!!"