The Joyful One
Two days of honey-sweet rest had restored more than enough stamina for me to push myself all day if I wanted.
After all, whether in the future or here, time only began to flow from the moment I arrived.
“Whew. My head’s finally clear.”
This was probably Seol-hwa’s first time too, so I couldn’t afford to go soft. I had to show her properly.
Aside from the remodeling schedule being settled while I was away resting, nothing else had changed. I’d also packed a few necessities.
Back inside Seol-hwa’s house, I pulled out my bag. Inside were new items—a lighter, a generator lamp, that sort of thing. Compared to Lee Soyeon’s place, this one was pitch black.
Besides, this was Seol-hwa’s first experience. Watching her face carefully was a matter of the highest importance.
So the moment I stepped inside and saw her, I dropped my pants… Wait. That wasn’t the plan. Instinct had gotten ahead of me.
While Seol-hwa stared at me, wide-eyed and unblinking, I turned away.
“Too dark, right?”
I used a torch to light the candles and gently brightened the room. Once the clustered candles in their holders were lit, it was at least enough to see Seol-hwa’s face clearly.
“How’s that? Bright enough? Set these on either side and you’ve basically got a floor lamp, even if it’s not a real light.”
“So what?”
Still that defiant attitude. It had its own charm, honestly. More than that—whether she realized it or not—the way she clasped her hands together like she was waiting for me was already attractive.
“I don’t want to. Don’t.”
Look at her trying to shake me off. Physically, she had more of a rebellious edge than Lee Soyeon. Subduing her and taking her that way had a different flavor all its own.
I turned on my phone’s light and started recording. Just like with Lee Soyeon, important moments were always better captured this way.
“Why’d you turn on the phone light? It’s bright enough already.”
Seol-hwa tilted her head, completely clueless. No need to lie here.
“I need a clear shot if I’m going to film.”
“What? What the hell are you doing? You pervert?”
“What? Your boyfriend wants to record our first time together. Is there a problem with filming a happy moment between lovers?”
“You’re a real psycho.”
But her resistance was weaker than I’d expected. I’d noticed it earlier too—her shoulders were trembling. Probably from fear.
“Sorry, but this is my decision. You don’t get a veto.”
I needed to make her understand clearly—as her boyfriend, and as her master.
“If I say we’re doing it, we’re doing it. You just quietly go along.”
“Selfish bastard. Go to hell.”
“But basically I don’t like the idea of my woman becoming jack-off material for other guys. In that sense I’m greedy, so don’t worry.”
Just as Seol-hwa’s face flickered with panic, I pulled her into my arms again.
“Besides, you were scared, weren’t you? Hmm? I’m right here, solid and reliable.”
“No! You idiot!”
Seol-hwa shoved at my face, but unfortunately she was using her hands all wrong.
“For someone saying that…”
“Where do you think you’re touching?! Seriously!”
Pointless resistance. Just like last time, I began caressing her again.
“Hey… mmph.”
Unlike with Lee Soyeon, I sealed her mouth with a kiss right away. Seol-hwa’s body went completely rigid, and my hands once more found free passage.
“Mmph. Nngh.”
The sweet texture of her lips and the wet feel of saliva hit me at the same time; Seol-hwa’s reaction came a beat late. And while I kissed her, I could study her face up close.
Like a little lamb, eyes squeezed shut, she had no idea what to do.
When I briefly pulled my lips away, a sound close to a moan slipped out.
“Hah… haah… haah… mmph!”
I kissed her again. Unlike Lee Soyeon, this girl I was taking completely from the start. Because it was her first time.
A woman remembers her first man the way she remembers her first love—the sensation is strong. I was carving myself into her.
The kiss deepened further; her breathing grew rougher. My tongue naturally brushed against her teeth.
But I couldn’t push any deeper. She kept her mouth clamped shut. Still, as I’d said—it didn’t matter.
My hands weren’t idle. Faster than before, her soft places were already responding. This was the third time I’d touched her there. Of course her body remembered and reacted at once.
The moment I deliberately intensified the stimulation, the barrier between us finally opened.
Any worry that she might bite me flew far away. First-timers never know what to do. With my experience, it was all perfectly clear.
At last I could tangle my tongue thickly with hers inside her mouth. I kept the contact soft and unthreatening, tapping lightly while steadily raising the intensity of the kiss.
“Mmph… nngh…”
My body was busier than it had ever been. Mouth and hands couldn’t rest for a second. But the reward came immediately. Everywhere I stimulated was racing toward climax.
The resisting girl’s breathing and movements twitched; she let out shallow moans again and again. Everything was under my control—mine alone, regardless of her will.
The two hands that had already succeeded twice before were showing clear results. So much so that when I stimulated only one breast and then moved to the other, she naturally shifted her shoulder to give me access.
“Nngh… ah…! I don’t want this.”
Whether it was the rising sensation in her own body, she pulled her mouth free and reacted. But I sealed her lips again, meeting her tongue and stimulating it like mating snakes.
A tongue that had already allowed invasion had no freedom left. It was fated to be toyed with by the invader—my tongue. Not knowing what to do, she instead sank lower, tangled with mine, and exchanged saliva.
“Ah… ang…”
In the end, when she couldn’t hold back and thrashed violently, the hand that had gone lower succeeded in claiming a definite prize.
“Haah… haah…”
She lay limp, moaning from a body that had reached climax—but today this wasn’t the end.
What I’d brought from the bag wasn’t only candles.
◈ Essential for first experiences
◈ Smooths entry despite size difference
No matter how much I’d stimulated her, it was her first time and I was large—it wasn’t going to be easy. What I needed right now was exactly this.
After coating myself thoroughly with the love gel, I stripped her clothes off.
“Ah?”
Her exhausted voice rose again in pitch, but I put her on her knees in the doggy-style position just like that.
“Wait…”
I adjusted so the phone was slightly off to the side, then aimed myself—already fully erect and dripping—at her.
A small, untouched, pure place, different from Lee Soyeon’s. Even though I’d already wet her thoroughly, forcing my way in felt as rough as jamming documents into a shredder.
I gripped her waist hard and claimed the place no man had ever invaded. The moment my lubricated length slid into that slick entrance, Seol-hwa tried to thrash violently.
“Don’t! Don’t do it!”
“Quiet. Zombies will come.”
At that she lowered her voice again. Kids really do grasp situations well, I suppose.
At the tip where all my nerves were concentrated, I felt her desperate resistance. That same feeling from when I’d taken a virgin before.
My length gradually penetrated Seol-hwa’s wet depths.
“Akh!”
Seol-hwa’s death cry burst out and her back arched. Of course it hurt at first. Minimizing that pain and making her feel it properly was what mattered.
I pushed against the resistance little by little, but she was so tight that my glans felt crushed and stuck. A moan escaped me; tension rose. Still, thanks to all the wetting beforehand, with the strength of my hips I finally managed to bury myself halfway.
“Hoo. Hoo.”
“Ah… it hurts!”
Seol-hwa was on the verge of tears. Regardless, I draped myself over her from above and kneaded her breasts with my hands.
“Ah… it hurts… hah!”
The back that let out pain and moans at the same time—how could it be so pretty? I was taking that slender body now.
Just like with Lee Soyeon, only halfway at first. Then I began to rock my hips.
“Uht! Hnngh!”
As if her breath had been cut off, she could only brace herself on her forearms against the floor and do nothing else. I’d chosen this position deliberately in case her resistance was strong—and it had been the right call.
Every time my hips moved once in that state, she started moaning. When I pulled out again, she exhaled laboriously. In the meantime, the red blood coating me became faintly visible in the candlelight.
Virgin.
That alone made the sense of conquest nearly explode.
“Your first man is me. Got it? Even if you try to betray me, even if you leave on your own, your first man is me right now.”
“…Bullshit. Akh!”
When I moved my hips a little rougher, Seol-hwa’s anger instantly twisted into pain. My cock kept receiving the sensation of being squeezed by narrow walls, and a pleasant feeling began to rise.
I was properly teaching her the color of her first time.
“It hurts, right? Of course—it’s your first. But you’ll get used to it. You’ve got talent.”
“Bull… aagh! shit… stop. Ah!”
She kept talking back, but what meaning did a body already conquered have?
“You say you hate it that much, but your body’s reacting well. You know that, right?”
“…Nngh. It hurts.”
I didn’t need to see her face to know the expression. Gradually the mixture of lubricant and virgin blood was coating me and coming out.
Where else could you find such a beautiful ensemble? With only half inside, I gave her hips a rhythm, and her moans grew louder.
“It hurts. It hurts… please… ugh!”
The ratio of pain was still high, but the movement of my cock that had forcibly broken her virginity was clearly improving little by little. Rather than finishing short, I leisurely controlled my hips.
While doing so I twisted the body leaning on her to the side.
“Ugh…”
I turned so the phone was in front. We lay side by side, lifting only one side of our bodies—so that the precious part of a girl who still didn’t know what was happening would face the camera.
In the phone’s light, the clear traces of my conquest of her were visible. Unlike manga or anime, the amount was small, but the vivid red blood mixed with something sticky was unmistakable.
Was there anything more satisfying to a man’s heart? I was capturing all of it—as the man who had taken her purity.
“Ah… ah…”
When I put strength into my hips again, Seol-hwa’s hands tried to block my arms and legs, but high ground already surrendered cannot be retaken. When I deliberately put force into it and went faster, even that resistance was neutralized once more.
“Ugh… haah… haah… akh! Nngh!”
When I moved slowly out of consideration for the girl, the ratio of pain to moans was now evening out to 1:1. At the same time I kissed her mouth again and caressed her breasts.
A tongue that entered without resistance attempted another coupling; soft saliva was felt.
“Hoot. Hup. Nngh…”
Still with both eyes closed, not knowing where to put her hands, she simply gripped my wrists. In a way it should have been a joyful position between lovers, but for a girl who had been a virgin it was a completely alien experience.
Every single one of these reactions would never come from a woman who already knew sex. Even Lee Soyeon, because she knew, hadn’t been especially surprised or flustered by the positions—she’d only reacted to the sexual pleasure.
But Seol-hwa was the opposite: she flinched and tried to react because she didn’t know. Enjoying her reactions moment by moment like this for so long, I was reaching my limit.
Yeah… for now, maybe this much?
Sorry to the girl, but this was literally just warm-up out of consideration for her first experience. Night was still long until dawn.
“Hoo. Seol-hwa. I’m going to come. Yeah. You understand?”
When I broke the kiss and the long string of saliva snapped, the girl frowning in pain covered her face. But look—not only her breathing, but my cock thrusting from the side had already penetrated a little deeper than halfway.
When I began to add speed, she arched her back and clutched the blanket.
“Take it. It’s your first man’s cum. Properly!”
“I don’t want… ah… augh! It’s too big…”
When a moan packed with the partner’s complicated emotions stretched out like a death cry, inside me the conqueror’s marking finally finished as well.
An atmosphere of ecstasy and a hot trace. Beneath my cock that still hadn’t pulled out, the blanket was already soaked through.
First experience. I’d finally done it. After finishing my first ejaculation, I whispered to her.
“I’m not the type to be satisfied with just once.”
“…?”
A face full of tears looked at me. My cock, which I hadn’t carelessly withdrawn, was still standing angrily erect.
And right away, we entered round two.