It's a Bit Thick...
It was a little thick...
Schlurp. Shlurp.
"Hahh... haaah... this one's pretty damn thick..."
The thoroughly obscene sound—the wet, rhythmic noise of something sliding back and forth inside a mouth slick with saliva—was coming from none other than Yujin. In one hand she gripped a thick, violet dildo, and she was churning it steadily through her mouth.
The reason she'd chosen to do something like this was simpler than one might think. It was for Donghyun—the boy she'd started dating just yesterday.
At first, she'd simply been grateful for how considerate he was of her. But after that, every time Donghyun crossed her mind, her face would burn, and she'd find herself picturing that monstrous thing hanging between his legs. Whether she was trying to study from her major textbooks, watching NouTube on her phone, or even just closing her eyes before bed, Donghyun's cock would float unbidden into her thoughts.
She'd always been terrified of putting anything inside herself. But Donghyun had said he wouldn't do it, because he cared about her—and she was grateful enough for that feeling that if she was going to take something inside her for the first time, she wanted it to be his.
Having made up her mind, Yujin was not the sort of person who could simply sit still and wait.
"...And besides, I can't exactly tell him no if we end up in that situation again."
Yujin's eyes blazed with determination. Swearing to herself that she would never let things go that way again, she decided to run a rehearsal. The result of that decision was the scene unfolding now.
Just a moment ago, Yujin had opened the third drawer of her desk with a grimly solemn expression.
Creak.
The drawer, old and rusted, hadn't wanted to budge. She put her weight into it, and once it finally gave, there it was—the violet dildo she'd stashed away so long ago.
"...Never thought I'd be taking this out again."
The identity of the dildo sitting in that drawer was none other than this: it was something Yujin had bought a long time ago, back when she'd just become a college student.
Back then, the mere fact that she could legally purchase a dildo—the kind of thing she'd only ever seen in porn and adult comics—with money she'd earned from her own part-time job had made her chest flutter with excitement. She'd drifted off into happy fantasies of using it to masturbate right then and there.
But contrary to those expectations, the moment she'd tried to ease it even slightly past her entrance, a searing pain had shot through her dry, unyielding folds, and she'd given up. It was the kind of object with a past so tragic you couldn't hear it without tearing up.
After that, Yujin had been so afraid of putting anything inside herself that she'd tucked the dildo away in the third drawer, where it had remained ever since. And now she had taken that very object out—to practice overcoming her fear, for Donghyun's sake.
"...It really is big. And hard."
To gauge the size of the purple dildo that had once been the object of her terror, Yujin spread her fingers as far as they would go. Even stretching from thumb to pinky at full span, she couldn't match the dildo's entire length. Her eyes began to tremble.
"What on earth was I thinking when I bought this..."
It was a moment that made her freshly astonished at the sheer audacity of her twenty-year-old self.
"...Still. I have to try."
She wasn't blindly terrified the way she'd been back then. Her own experience with masturbation in the years since had taught her something. The reason it had hurt so badly that time was because she'd tried to shove the dildo in with no preparation whatsoever—no foreplay, nothing.
"...And if it hurts again, I can just pull it out, right...?"
In the end, Yujin picked up the dildo with grim resolve. She didn't take it straight to her pussy, though. Experience had taught her that she needed to be wet down there. In vulgar terms, her folds needed to be glistening with juices—slick with her own arousal.
That said, she couldn't exactly start masturbating just to get herself wet. This was about overcoming her fear, not chasing her own pleasure. And more than anything, if she got lost in touching herself and lost track of time, she might miss the hour Donghyun had promised to come over.
So what Yujin chose instead was to wet it with her saliva.
She had a vague idea of what that involved. The act commonly called oral sex. A long time ago, while browsing Twingter, she'd once come across a video of a woman noisily slurping and sucking on a man's cock. She hadn't understood it at the time and had closed it immediately—but now, she could grasp the reason for it, at least a little. How much you'd have to like someone to do something like that without a second thought.
"It was something like this, I think...?"
Yujin brought the dildo to her lips and began to lick it, carefully. Her saliva coated the head, soaking into it, making it glisten. It seemed like things would go fine if she just kept this up—except for one snag. The drool spilling from the mouth wrapped around the dildo had started soaking the chest of the clothes she was wearing, leaving a dark, wet patch.
In the end, she stripped everything off and started sucking the dildo in the nude.
Droplets of saliva dripped onto her breasts in long, stretching threads, painting a thoroughly lewd picture. Her jaw was starting to ache, but Yujin just kept practicing her fellatio, losing track of time as she thought of how much Donghyun would enjoy this.
Meanwhile, having made a clean getaway from a certain crazy bitch in my year, I headed toward Room 202—where noona would be waiting—with a body light as a feather. The thought of her waiting for me inside only made me move faster.
"It was 0617, right...?"
0617. The passcode to Yujin's place, the one she'd given me. Yesterday, after we'd officially started dating, she'd told me to come over if I ran into anything I didn't understand while studying, and she'd explain it. That was the excuse, anyway.
I could read the real meaning behind those words perfectly well.
If there's something you don't understand tomorrow clearly meant: if there's something you don't understand about me, come over if you want to find out.
That was the hidden meaning I'd picked up on. And so I was on my way to Room 202—to study my noona.
"Noona... I'm on my way~!"
The moment I stood in front of Room 202's door and punched in the passcode, I heard a frantic scrambling from inside her room, the sound of someone moving in a huge hurry. Without a clue what was going on, I cluelessly opened the front door—and the sight that unfolded before my eyes left me staring, completely dumbstruck.
What lay before me was like a beautiful erotic painting out of some bygone age. My noona, radiating an intensely lewd atmosphere, sitting naked on the bed with a thick violet mass crammed into her mouth. And then the way she startled at the sight of me in the doorway, yanking the violet mass out of her mouth only to choke on it, coughing—even the way she sat there hacking, her face flushed, tears welling at the corners of her eyes. She looked like a painfully lovely, pitiable beauty.
I knew I shouldn't, but my tactless little buddy swelled right back up at the sight of her, and all I could do was silently scold myself that yes, I really was a pervert.
"...You! How dare—!%you#@$."
Noona hurled a pillow at me along with a scream I couldn't even parse.
Wait a second—isn't this the pillow that's soaked in noona's scent...? This is a reward, isn't it...?
The fact that even in a moment like this, that was the only thought crossing my mind pretty much confirmed it: I was an irredeemable pervert.
Only then did I scramble back out the front door in a hurry.
A short while later, noona—now fully dressed—opened the front door and poked her head out.
"...Come in."
"Yes."
I bowed my head at a ninety-degree angle as I stepped inside, begging for forgiveness.
"...I'm sorry, noona."
"It's fine... I was the one who invited you over, and I was the one doing that... Did it look... dirty, to you...?"
Noona whispered it, her eyes full of worry.
Dirty? I'd love it if you showed me again...! was not an answer I could actually give, so I had to rack my brains for something to say.
"I liked that side of you too, noona. Honestly, even the way you panicked wasn't bad at all."
When I said it with a shy smile, noona's face went red. She waved her hands, embarrassed.
"Don't say things like that..."
"Noona, don't tell me you're embarrassed? Come on, we've already seen each other naked. Something like that's hardly—hurk!"
The moment noona's bashful fist buried itself in my stomach, I couldn't breathe. As I sat crumpled on the floor, gasping, noona came over with an apologetic look on her face.
"I-it was an accident, I'm sorry...!"
The moment she leaned in to check if I was okay, our faces ended up right in front of each other. And what came out of noona's mouth was a question.
"...Donghyun, did you put on makeup?"
"Huh? No...?"
"Really? The voice is definitely the Donghyun I know. But you look a little... handsomer, somehow."
Come to think of it, from noona's perspective, she had no idea the status window existed, so of course she'd be confused about me suddenly getting better-looking. But I'd already worked out a way to talk her through it.
"Have I? Well, I did tidy up my eyebrows more than usual, and I've been taking care of my skin."
"Is that so?"
"But more than that—maybe I just look handsome because you like me so much?"
"H-huh?"
"I'm having the same problem, you know. You look so pretty it's getting hard to handle."
In that instant, noona's face went beet-red. Then, in a very small voice, she whispered:
"...You'd better brace yourself today. I'm not letting you leave."
"Oh my. I was thinking the same thing."