Singularity (19) - Middle - Excitement remarkably simplifies people.
Excitement has a way of simplifying people remarkably. And right now was a perfect example.
Starting with a kiss, Go Yu-jin naturally shed her clothes. But once she was fully naked, shyness halted her progress. I asked lightly,
"So, it is your first time, huh?"
"...Weren't you taught that's not polite to ask?"
"Nope, never learned that."
I reached out, grasping the arm she had draped over her breasts amid the thick bush covering her mound, pulling it aside. She startled with a shy jump, and I drew her into my embrace. Then, cradling her against my chest as if sharing body heat, I whispered softly into her ear.
"Truth be told, just like you said, I've had plenty of experience on the battlefield. People who meant nothing to each other would waste tremendous stress on fleeting pleasure."
"Sounds like you've got quite the history."
"Want it in numbers?"
"Seriously. You're such a turn-off."
A chuckle escaped at her words. I pulled the cautious Go Yu-jin tighter and continued.
"It was just one night, but in that moment, I'd hold them like the woman I'd love for life. They treated me the same under those terms."
"How could you do that?"
"Because tomorrow was uncertain. You could die today, never see the next sunrise."
It was war. Monsters didn't distinguish day from night, and they sure didn't rest when we did.
"Did you see any of them the next day? Or the day after?"
"Some, yeah. But most? Gone by morning. Dead, or shipped to another front. Years later, I reconnected with a few, but most met their end in those brutal fields."
"That must've been sad."
"Nah. Disappointing, maybe. But not sad. Emotions dulled, or maybe my brain broke something to protect itself."
Go Yu-jin gazed at me, her face tinged with sympathy.
"I think you've got a lot of scars too."
She met my eyes without replying.
The time gap between 1st gen and 2nd gen awakeners was barely six months. From the cataclysm to humanity's hard-won victory took three years. I spent two and a half of those rolling in the dirt on the front lines before retiring with the victory declaration. Go Yu-jin was much the same—similar time served, just shifted eras.
But if we're talking intensity, hers was as hellish as it got. No systems in place, newly awakened drunk on power, lost in chaos bordering on frenzy.
"That's why I said don't worry if I'm too skilled."
"...They say an experienced partner can be a blessing."
"Who spouts that nonsense?"
"So-mi."
"Ha, so she's had some, huh?"
"Ask her yourself."
With that, Go Yu-jin began to relax a bit more. I naturally let my hand glide over her body, applying light touches to ease her tension. Her skin wasn't baby-smooth thanks to the scars, but it wasn't bad—quite special, really, more alluring than many flawless beauties. A natural beauty with a natural body. The more I saw of Go Yu-jin, the more I craved her.
I teased carefully, and her breaths quickened. Slowly, without startling her, my right hand cupped her ample breast. She flinched but didn't reject it—instead, she squared her shoulders, proudly presenting her chest. Recognizing her assets fully, it seemed. A smile tugged at my lips, but I hid it, using thumb and forefinger to gently caress the tip.
The nipple stimulation made her lift a hand to stifle a gasp, covering her mouth.
"No one's gonna complain if you make noise."
"Nngh... B-but what if it's too loud..."
"Sounds good to me, though..."
She fell silent at my words, but as the teasing continued, she couldn't hold back her moans. Her compliance stirred satisfaction—and a desire for deeper intimacy. My hands grew busier, fondling her breasts, pinching nipples, then sliding my left hand lower.
I felt her eyes tracking it toward her core. She trembled as my fingers delved into the thick thatch, but soon a deep softness enveloped them. Touching that one nub made her writhe.
"Th-there!"
"Clitoris—the only part of a woman's body evolved purely for pleasure, they say. First-time stimulation sends intense signals, so the reaction's fierce. Seems you're no exception, Yu-jin."
"This isn't a biology experiment... Nngh!"
A slight finger flick, rolling the clit with my middle finger—she cut off mid-sentence, shuddering rigid. She grabbed my left arm.
"D-do you always do it like this?"
"If it's too intense, switch methods."
Her flustered voice echoed in my ear. Whatever path we took, starting with me meant it'd be stimulating for her first time. Hesitantly, she glanced up.
"O-other ways...?"
Her voice trailed to a whisper, adorably shy. I nodded, eased her from my embrace, stepped off the bed, and gently laid her down. Trembling eyes looked up at me, then flicked over my naked form—pausing at my cock, making her flinch.
Not huge, but no slouch either.
'Never got complaints on the battlefield.'
Enough to satisfy many women for a night, leaving them content. Call it pride. But now, satisfy the woman before me.
Judging she needed easing, I channeled mana to envelop her body.
"Wh-what... are you doing?"
Clean
The single word from my lips unleashed intense stimulation across her body. Mana-sensitive as she was, this felt less invasive than touch—might even be why she'd warmed to me over repeated uses.
'Kinda bittersweet, though...'
Mana sweeping her frame, she clutched the sheets, biting her lip through moans. Once wasn't enough; twice, thrice I cast Clean, sweat beading thick on her skin. Her breaths turned feral, ragged like a beast ready to pounce.
"Y-you're too much..."
Seizing the moment, I shifted atop her, gazing down at her stunning nude form. She parted her thighs shyly; I dove between. A hand reached to cover her pussy, but I confirmed its soaked arousal and buried my face without hesitation.
'Might be harsh from the start, but I can't hold back anymore.'
Hell, restraint now would be the miracle. I spread her thighs wide, lifting slightly to expose her mound prominently. Then, tongue out, I pressed into her bare pussy.
She could shove me off easily—physical black mages outclass regular ones by miles. But she didn't. Taking it as consent, I licked. Tongue gliding over pale inner folds, sweeping gently upward without excess force, rolling her clit lightly—meeting her eyes as she watched, hand over mouth, stifling wild moans. Body straining but controlled; not unpleasant, then. Mutual benefit?
Growing bolder, hands pinned her thighs, fingers parting the mound. Tongue probed the cute little entrance, twisting for extra zing. Now she let loose, moaning fiercely.
"Haahng!!"
Rhythmic cries matched my tongue's dance. Her pussy stayed slick, never drying—a close call for a virgin, where fluids barely flow. But hers held steady, no aversion on my end. I savored it, delving deeper.
Sensing her peak frenzy, I rose, sliding between spread thighs. She didn't prioritize foreplay—enjoyed being led. So, gripping my rigid cock, I closed in, tip grazing her saliva-and-juice-slick folds. She looked up, expression ambiguous.
"D-don't make it hurt..."
"Not so big it'll hurt much."
"L-liar..."
"For real. Compared to these scars, it'll be nothing."
Slowly, I pushed into her entrance. The pressure on my invading shaft was immense—physical mages were different. Her pussy clenched from arousal, almost pushing me out. Lax erection be damned; pride kicked in. I thrust forward.
Breaching that barrier, it sank deep. Her eyes flew wide. Holding full hilt, catching breath, I looked down.
"Not hurting, right?"
"...Stings. Hate this more than deep wounds."
Fair enough—minor irritations irk more than gashes sometimes. But we were awakeners; it'd heal fast. Always had, always would.