Shattered First Fuck and the Host Bar Descent
Convenience store hyung, Do Mingyu—I'd always thought she was pretty, but when those slender legs, now laced with even more allure, wrapped around my waist, I couldn't help thrusting my cock deep inside her before I knew it.
"Haang…! Haat, w-what do we do, it feels so good! Oppa, deeper! I'm going crazy! Aaaang…!"
Her moans turned to screams under my fierce pumping, and in response, a rough groan escaped my lips unbidden, slicing through the room.
Lying beneath me, writhing and whimpering, she ignited my conquering lust, speeding up my piston-like thrusts. Unable to contain her own excitement, she grabbed my neck, sobbed for a while, then pushed herself up and straddled me.
"I've wanted to do it like this, looking at your handsome face, oppa. Even if you fuck other bitches later, you can never forget that I was your first, haang."
Matching her rhythmic movements atop me built a climax unlike any before.
Squelch-squelch
We raced toward ecstasy together like that, but the sudden sound of the door opening turned what should have been bliss into catastrophe.
Her mom, home earlier than expected, heard the weird noises from the room and opened the door.
Caught off guard by the sudden twist, I froze solid, and she stammered, too flustered to speak properly.
"M-Mom. This is just… I started it first…"
Maybe because she knew she'd seduced me first, she tried to cover for me. If she'd cried out, 'Oppa forced himself on me!' right then, what would have happened to me? It wouldn't make sense with our position, though.
Slap!
Her mom slapped her so hard her head whipped around and she tumbled to the floor. My cock, freed from her pussy, stood embarrassingly erect toward the ceiling.
Even in this mess, the building orgasm wouldn't stop, and I ended up helplessly spraying a massive load into the air.
Her mom, shocked by the semen scattering everywhere, unleashed curses too filthy to repeat and called for people. Before I could say a word, private security pinned me down and dragged me outside.
Not satisfied, her mom followed and slapped me several times, and the final punch to my solar plexus from the guard knocked me out cold.
'We were in love,' huh? I hadn't expected that cliché, but getting beaten like this over one fuck? Fuck that.
When I came to, I was sprawled on my studio apartment floor. At least they had some conscience and dumped me at home.
A few days later, some strange woman showed up and handed me an envelope.
"If you harass the young lady again or blab about getting beaten, prepare to be sued for rape. The madam isn't known for her patience."
I flipped off her elegant retreating figure. I was the one who got fucked over—rape? What the hell?
Of course, I had zero intention of suing them over the beating. If they countersued for rape, facts be damned, it'd be overwhelmingly against me.
In sex crime cases, the trend was to view things from the victim's perspective—what they called 'gender sensitivity'—and if her consistent testimony held up without much counter-evidence, the rape narrative could easily land me in prison.
With their family's money hiring top lawyers, I'd go from elite university student to depraved rapist overnight.
'With enough money, you can turn decent, capable people into criminals in this country—Korea.'
I wrote off that supposedly great first time as a bite from a crazy bitch and tried to forget it, but the lingering aftertaste of that sex wouldn't fade, leaving me rattled.
Even after that humiliation, memories of her tight, slick pussy soaking my cock kept me up at night, and in bad cases, I had wet dreams. Was I always this sex-crazed?
That must have been when it started—the desire writhing inside me to taste pussies even better than hers.
Since I kept my mouth shut, the incident vanished like it never happened. They must have hushed it up too, figuring it was an ugly affair.
The money covered tuition, but my pride wouldn't let me attend school on handouts like that.
Might as well take a leave and enlist, I thought, but facilities like my orphanage granted exemptions for five-plus years of residency.
They'd take volunteers, but going unwillingly versus on my own terms were worlds apart, so I quietly took the state's benefit.
'Still gotta earn living expenses, though.'
After the leave, I started part-time gigs for cash. Began with unloading parcels, deliveries, basic labor, then switched to cafe serving since it paid better. One manager even upped my hourly wage because women flocked in when I worked.
I could've tutored during leave, but after that incident, I couldn't stomach it. Honestly, if I met another girl like her, I might not hold back.
Then I spotted a convenience store job ad near my place. Pay was good but the work grueling, so I applied right away. The manager took one look at my face and hired me on the spot.
Newbie at conbini work, I arrived early to shadow the previous guy and met him.
"You the new conbini clerk? Damn, kid, you're handsome."
Casual from the jump, but he steered the convo smoothly like a social pro. Name was Do Mingyu, six years my senior.
Mingyu hyung was quite the looker himself. If I was slim boy-group center type, he was straight out of the '90s—basketball captain dragging a squad of girls.
Our store became infamous as a water high spot (buy water, get eye candy)—high school girls trekking from afar, except afternoons when the manager popped in.
Maybe our duo seemed like a gift from the gods to them; one even printed fanfic with us as stars and brought it over.
"Kids these days send love letters like this?"
"How should I know? Don't read that shit. It's me and you rolling in bed."
"Hoo, now I wanna see it more."
"What? Wrap it up and scram. Got a ton of expiration checks today—busy."
"Fine, hit me up after tomorrow's shift. Drinks. Got stuff to say."
We clinked glasses at a nearby pub after ages.
"Kuh~ This is the taste of sex."
"What's with the buildup? Spill it."
"Nothing big. Quitting the conbini soon. Dad's legs are bad—gotta head down for a bit."
Right, his family's orchard.
"Weren't you done with farming? Changed your mind?"
"Just helping short-term. Gotta convince the old man while I'm there. Anyway, you sticking with conbini?"
"No real plans. Covers bills, so why not? Why, got a hookup?"
"Yeah. Try host bar waiting."
"Host bar? Why push that dump on me?"
"You need it, dumbass. Girls go nuts for you. Everyone knows you fuck around outside."
Girls handing out numbers at the store, office ladies from nearby spots—we hooked up plenty.
Post-first-time, my sex thirst hit insane levels; I devoured any who approached, mostly one-nights. Mingyu hyung knew.
"Seen guys like you ruin their lives dick-deep everywhere. To kill that horniness, see women's rock bottom. Host bar's perfect for it."
What bullshit was that? But rock bottom piqued my curiosity.
"Why waiter, though?"
"Your face could host, but I can't push that. Waiting's solid—set room vibes right, tips roll in. All-female clients, so observe good."
"What's jeong-ppa again?"
"Bars for women only. Know a spot—hook you up."
"Cool. But how you know so much?"
"Was a host once. Quit before it wrecked my body."
The host bar hyung recommended was pretty famous in Gangnam.
Thanks to his ex-host intro—or maybe my looks—the madam said start tomorrow.
Started with entrance/hall cleaning, trash, restaurant basics. After a week, I set tables in rooms.
A few managers saw my face, tried poaching for hosting, but after watching hosts' treatment for days, I politely declined.
One tossed a cake smeared with her period blood at me while I set snacks; another said my face was her type, drop trou and jerk off for a tip. I got why hyung said it'd show rock bottom—bone deep.
Yeah, no place better to shatter girl illusions.