Rental Girlfriend, Real Girlfriend
Kim Eunha’s voice trembled as she spoke. “Today, just this once… instead of pretending to be your rental girlfriend, I’ll be your real girlfriend.”
The moment the words left her mouth, she looked startled. What am I even saying? I must be out of my mind!
She had brought Kim Hyunjin home because she was terrified of being alone, half-seducing him just to keep him close. She had expected him to pounce the second they stepped inside, using her rescue as an excuse. Yet he had done nothing strange. Instead, he simply eased her fear. If he had tried to force himself on her, she would have resisted, but at least she could have written him off as another worthless man. His restraint, however, made her feelings toward him soften—just a little. The words had slipped out before she could stop them.
He’s definitely not my type.
She studied the man in front of her. Even though he was her senior, she had never bothered to learn his name. His face was ordinary—the kind you’d forget the moment he walked past. He was nothing like the handsome flower-boy idols she used to swoon over in dramas. Yet right now, those actors seemed shallow compared to him. Maybe it’s just the suspension-bridge effect. Tomorrow he’ll look ordinary again.
Convincing herself that the fluttering in her chest was only fear and anxiety, Kim Eunha slipped off her clothes and lay down on the bed. Hyunjin followed, shedding his own clothes before approaching her. His hands moved over her body with surprising gentleness, as if he were comforting her rather than taking advantage. The more he touched her, the more the tension inside her eased.
He climbed over her and pulled her into a soft embrace. She wrapped her arms around his back in return. Their bare skin met. It wasn’t unpleasant. His body is so solid. She hadn’t paid attention before, but now that she was holding him, she could feel how hard and unyielding his muscles were—like steel. Every movement made them ripple beneath her fingers. He felt reliable, as if he could protect her from anything.
Wrapped in his arms, the fear and anxiety that had plagued her all day began to fade. His lips brushed hers, then trailed down to her neck before settling on her chest. He buried his face there, clearly fond of that part of her, and began to caress her breasts.
“Hah!”
“Does it hurt?”
She had cried out from pleasure, yet he asked the question so seriously. “It doesn’t hurt, so stop asking and just do whatever you want.”
She answered curtly to hide how good it felt. It had felt good the last time too, but tonight the sensation was even stronger. She couldn’t stop the sounds that escaped her. Normally, the mere thought of another man touching her made her skin crawl, yet this man’s hands felt different. Just having her breasts fondled already sent heat pooling between her legs.
His touch traveled over her face, neck, chest, stomach, and thighs—every sensitive spot. Her body grew hotter. She felt moans rising in her throat but forced them down, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much she enjoyed it.
Eventually his hand slid lower, toward her most intimate place. She hadn’t realized how wet she had become until his fingers brushed her entrance and a slick sound echoed in the room. Hyunjin gripped her thighs and slowly spread them apart, exposing her completely. She had already shown herself to him once that morning, but the embarrassment still burned. Her face flushed crimson—whether from arousal or shame, she couldn’t tell.
Hyunjin leaned close and whispered against her ear. “I’m going to put it in. Relax.”
His penis aligned with her. She had seen it twice already, but tonight it looked especially large. That… is going inside me?
He rubbed the tip against her folds before slowly pushing in.
“Ah!”
Pain lanced through her as her hymen tore, but it vanished almost instantly, replaced by an intense pleasure she had never known. She had heard that a woman’s first time was only painful, yet instead of pain she felt only overwhelming pleasure. A friend’s words suddenly came back to her: “If it’s with someone you like, the first time doesn’t hurt—it feels good.” She had dismissed it as nonsense, but now she wondered if it might be true. She shook her head violently. Who said I like this guy?!
Her mind rejected the thought, but her body was honest. She clung to him tightly, gasping as they became one.
“Hah… hnnng!”
She didn’t love him, but for this moment she decided to be his real girlfriend and surrender herself to his embrace.
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My penis tore through Kim Eunha’s hymen and sank deep inside her. Thanks to how wet she was, it slid in more easily than expected. The moment her hymen broke, I used Healing to erase her pain. The spell worked—she seemed to feel only pleasure.
“Hnn… hah!”
Red blood mixed with her fluids and trickled down my shaft. I began to move slowly. The wet sounds grew louder as her expression changed. She had tried to keep her usual haughty, sharp look while hiding her pleasure, but her face gradually softened into something far more seductive. She melted against me, no longer holding back her moans.
Her reactions were better than I expected.
“How does it feel? Good?”
“Y-you trash. Who asks a woman something like that?”
She still had a little fight left in her. I thrust all the way to the hilt, then picked up the pace.
“Hnn!”
I grabbed her thighs, spread them wider, and drove into her harder. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. Kim Eunha’s moans grew louder and more unrestrained.
“Hah… hnn… ahh!”
“You’re feeling it this much on your first time. Feels good, right?”
“I-it feels good, so… slow down a little. My head’s going to go weird.”
Finally, an honest response. I rewarded her with a deep kiss while adjusting my rhythm. Lost in pleasure, she met my tongue with her own, kissing me back more passionately than before.
When our lips parted, she turned her head away, embarrassed to meet my eyes. She had already climaxed lightly several times; her fluids soaked the sheets beneath us.
Time to finish this. If I kept going, her body wouldn’t hold up. I gripped her waist and began my final sprint, pistoning into her at full speed. Her inner walls clenched tightly around me.
“Hnn… hahhh!”
I poured intense pleasure into her so she wouldn’t feel any fear or anxiety. She wrapped her arms around me instead of asking me to slow down. A far stronger orgasm than before ripped through her, and her fluids gushed out like a fountain. I came with her, releasing deep inside.
When I pulled out, a mixture of white semen, blood, and her fluids spilled from her and ran down her thighs.
“Hah… hah…”
Kim Eunha’s body trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure. Exhausted, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
I lay down beside her. The bed was small—clearly meant for one person—so we had to stay pressed close together. I gently stroked her hair. With me beside her, all her fear and anxiety seemed to have vanished; she wore a peaceful, happy smile even in sleep. Satisfied, I watched her for a moment before drifting off myself.