Four Ounces Deflects a Thousand Pounds (11)

If someone had peered through the window to spy on us, they would have seen my bare back and Hong Ye's arms wrapped around me.

They would have heard Hong Ye bite into my shoulder, cling to my body, and let out moans as her whole frame jolted every time I thrust my hips upward.

"Haaht! Uht! Ah! Aaht!"

She didn't like frivolous moaning. She cried out short and sharp, as if training on a drill ground, deliberately cutting off her breath to sever the sounds. Her furrowed face and slightly high-pitched cries combined to give me the distinct thought that I truly was skewering her with my shaft.

"Heuuk...! Ah...! Aah...! Ah!"

At first, I couldn't even get halfway in, and it felt like I was just stirring around by shaking my hips. But with each forward push, one by one, she took my member deeper. She, who had barely accepted just the head while panting for breath, managed to take my entire length when I pulled my hips back and then thrust forward. After pausing a few times and moving slowly, she was finally able to take me to the hilt.

"Ah...! Heuht...! Ah!"

When she took me to the hilt for the first time, she opened her mouth, feeling the sensation of my lower abdomen pressing tight against her own body. She revealed an expression brimming with joy without holding back, and tears welled up in her eyes. I had to wipe her face with my hand.

Foolish questions like "Is it that good?" or "What's so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sad that you're crying?" never passed between us. We conversed with laughter and hand gestures, and expressed how much we loved each other by moving our hips.

"Aah! Ah-euk! Heuuk!"

Though she was holding an extremely uncomfortable position for her first experience, she poured out her joy without hesitation. At first, she leaned against the wall and stuck her hips forward to accept my movements. But as I drove deeper into her, she clung to me even more, hanging onto me while standing on her tiptoes.

"Uht! Ah! Aaht!"

Her teeth bit into my shoulder. I could feel her biting weakly—so weakly it wouldn't even leave a mark—and furrowing her face. After panting and breathing warm exhalations through her parted lips, she licked the bite mark with her tongue, then collapsed her head onto my shoulder and let out a moan.

"Ah! Aah! Ah-euk!"

Her cunt, still stiff and unfamiliar with a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠man's member, gradually became more yielding each time I moved. At first, I moved my hips in a slow rhythm, like the tolling of a bell. But as her vaginal walls, slick with love juice, grew accustomed to me, I began moving at the pace of a beating drum.

"Aahng! Ah! Ah-eut..! Heup..! Heueut! Heung!"

When a coquettish voice slipped out of her own mouth, she bit my shoulder once more. But her biting my shoulder was not enough to stop me.

"Heuuk! Ah! Aaht! Ah! Th-this, it's strange...! Ah...! M-my head is...!"

Have you ever heard the sound of drums on a training ground?

"Ah-euk! Euk! It's getting... strange...! Heuuk!"

Dung. Dung. Dung. Neither too slow nor too fast, the sound strikes the heart and excites those awaiting the finale. As if we were inside those very drums, we began to rub our genitals against each other while holding each other tight.

The tight walls of her flesh swallowed my rigid cock and then spat it out again, slick with love juice, only to take it deeper. When her body, which had been pressing back without restraint, reached a certain point, Hong Ye's body jumped as if a weak spot had been struck, letting out a cute sound.

"Eu-nghit...! Ah! Ah-euk! Heup! Uht...! Uheup...!"

Every time she made an embarrassing sound, she bit my shoulder again. But since a clumsy gag couldn't stop the surging pleasure, she repeated the cycle: opening her mouth again, resting her head on my shoulder while drooling, then failing to overcome the pleasure of being rammed and letting out embarrassing sounds once more.

"Hee-euk! Ah-euk! Ah! Aahng! Haaht!"

While the two of us rubbed our flesh together, pleasure, shame, and resignation had been repeating in an infinite loop. Though she had tried to keep her composure within it, she finally clung tight to my body and whispered, her face flushed bright red.

"Haa! Ah! I, I, now...!"

She couldn't finish her words. Her breathing was louder than her voice, and her body, smeared with sweat, was trembling. The body of a Taijiquan practitioner who values balance and stability shivered and pressed close as if she had stepped outside into the winter cold.

I was reaching my limit too.

I grabbed her buttocks tightly, pushed her body against the wall, and ejaculated deep inside.

"Ah! Aah...! Ah...! Ah-euk...! Haa...! Ah...!"

The moment I thrust into her cervix and poured out my semen, Hong Ye stretched her back straight and stared at the ceiling. Having opened her eyes wide enough to show the whites all around ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and stopped breathing, she wrenched her body as if to drive her crown into the wall, then let out her breath and went limp.

"Haa...! Haa...! Ah...! Aah...!"

Her body hung there as if staked, using my cock as a support. When I pulled my hips back, the shaft that had been buried in her narrow cunt fell limply while spilling semen. Semen tinged with a faint red hue dripped onto the bare floor, and Hong Ye had no time to care that her room was getting dirty.

"Haa.... Haa...."

I heard her breathing. Hong Ye collapsed onto the floor, then rolled her body toward the bedding. When the relatively soft blanket touched her hand, she pulled it toward her like a nursing infant searching for its mother. I turned my body and lay down on the opposite side of her.

Hong Ye, who had been lying there with a blank expression, seemed to realize what we had just done only when her eyes met mine again. Her face, flushed bright red, plainly revealed her embarrassment even while still drenched in pleasure.

"Un, unbelievable...."

Panting for breath, the first words she spat out were those. I found it unbelievable too. Considering the life I had led so far, it was a series of unbelievable things. And I knew that many more things, more bizarre than she could ever imagine, were going to happen.

"From now on, you'll be able to experience much more interesting things."

Hearing my words, she blinked her eyes, then suddenly curled her body up and pulled the blanket toward her. Covering her body with the blanket, she glanced at me several times and spoke.

"Thi, this is much too, too forward, I think. Re, relations between a man and a woman should be done with a pure and in, innocent heart, and if one falls too deeply into lust...."

It seemed the 'interesting things' I mentioned and the interesting things she thought of belonged to slightly different categories. Of course, I also fully intended to do plenty of that kind of 'interesting thing'. Hong Ye seemed like her anus would be a weak spot too, and her reactions looked like they'd be amusing if I made her use her mouth.

Of course, these were things to think about later.

I pulled her, who was retreating backward, tightly into my arms and spoke.

"We're already no different from a married couple, so why are you so embarrassed and running away? Come here."

When I drew closer, Hong Ye wore a truly troubled expression and rubbed her lower abdomen.

"P-please, bear with it for today...."

Since she had moved her body in quite a rough position for her first experience, the pain seemed to be belatedly washing over her. I, of course, had no intention of staying up all night and taking her from the very first day either. All I wanted to do right then was hold her tight and sleep.

"Here, come here. I want to hold you and sleep. How could I treat my wife harshly and satisfy my carnal desires on the first day? Don't worry and come into my arms."

"A, wife...."

Hong Ye muttered the word 'wife' to herself several times. She looked as if she had learned a magic incantation or some special foreign word she had heard for the very first time in her life.

"Wife...."

There are people who claim that words hold power. I didn't believe that saying, but to Hong Ye right then, the word 'wife' seemed to bring some special power. She nodded her head and burrowed into my embrace. I stroked her head, and the more I held her head close, the more she burrowed into my arms and breathed in my scent.

"We've been sweating. I'm sorry if I cling to you too much like this."

"It smells nice ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠all the same. That...."

"That?"

"H-h-hus...."

I stared intently at Hong Ye. Inside the blanket, only her face poked out like a little mole, nestled against my chest. The face looking up at me quietly held the innocence of a child giving their first presentation, and her heavy breasts made their presence known despite our bodies pressing together.

Hong Ye hesitated, then closed her mouth again.

I kept stroking her head and wrapped my hand around her back to caress it. Every time our bare skin touched, a subtle and warm atmosphere seemed to spread.

"....My husband."

And then, with her face buried in my chest, Hong Ye said that.

"....My husband."

There are people who claim that words hold power. I didn't believe that saying, but to Hong Ye, the word 'my husband' seemed to give her special power. She reveled in my chest and smiled softly, and I spoke.

"You called?"

"...I just wanted to say it."

And then Hong Ye said nothing more. We lay under the same blanket, wiggling our fingers or pressing our softest parts together, spending the night in tantalizing hand-play.