Self-Awareness - (10)
Dokgo Ryeong slowly turned her head and asked,
"D-Did it go in...?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Ugh... It feels weird..."
Clasping her interlocked hands tightly, Dokgo Ryeong said,
"C-Can you put your manhood in now?"
"Not yet. We still need to loosen you a little more."
"Hnnngh..."
"I'll move a little at a time, Miss."
"Y-Yes..."
Dokgo Ryeong tensed again under a fresh wave of nerves. Feeling her squeeze his fingers hard, Wi Ilcheong gently stroked their clasped hands.
"Don't tense up so much. Try to relax and enjoy it."
"...Yes... But... this position... is so embarrassing..."
"Then how about this?"
"...Huh? Hnn—!"
The foreign fullness that had been packing her a moment before vanished, and Dokgo Ryeong twisted her head around.
"Why... why did you pull it out again— Hyaah!"
Wi Ilcheong gathered her into his arms. Cradled against his chest like a child, Dokgo Ryeong hid her face in mortification.
"Th-This is even more embarrassing..."
"You said the last position was embarrassing too."
"Hnnngh...!"
"Look at me, Miss Dokgo."
"..."
When she carefully lifted her head, Wi Ilcheong pressed his forehead to hers.
"If it hurts, you don't have to force yourself."
"Th-That's not it..."
He slid the hand that had been holding her waist down to cup her buttocks instead.
"I'll go slowly. So... try getting used to it little by little."
"Ugh... Yes..."
Dokgo Ryeong clung to him awkwardly and eased her hips back a fraction.
"P-Put your fingers... in again..."
"Yes."
"Hnn..."
Feeling her arms locked tight around his neck, Wi Ilcheong spread one of her cheeks with one hand and pressed a finger of the other firmly against her rear entrance.
"Slowly... relax."
"Hnnngh... I-I'm relaxing..."
Feeling his finger push into her, Dokgo Ryeong worked hard to ease the tension bit by bit.
"Ahhnn..."
As the finger sank deeper, she tightened her hold on him again. The unfamiliar sensation invading her body was frightening—yet the arms holding her were endlessly warm. Caught between those opposing feelings, she slowly accepted him.
When at last the finger was fully seated, he stroked her back with gentle care.
"It's all the way in, Miss. You're a quick study, as expected."
"Hnn... I-I'm not a lewd girl..."
"Who said you were? Heh. And..."
He leaned in and whispered against her ear.
"I like the lewd Miss Dokgo."
"Hnn...!"
The sudden breath against her ear made her clench hard around his finger.
"D-Don't say things like that... Seriously..."
"I mean every word."
"Hiiing..."
"I'm going to move my finger."
"Yes... Nngh...!"
His finger began to flex and work, gently prying her open.
"Ugh... Seriously... D-Does this really feel good for you...?"
"Men are creatures who want to put it in any hole they find."
"Then... h-hurry up... and put it in..."
"Three."
"...What?"
Wi Ilcheong wiggled his fingers in front of her eyes.
"You need to take at least three fingers before you can take my manhood."
"H-Hiiik!!"
"Did you think it would go in easily?"
"Th-Why... why does it have to be so uselessly big..."
"Useless? Hardly."
"Hnnk...!"
The finger inside her turned in slow circles, stretching her walls.
"Plenty of people prefer them large, you know."
"Haugh...! D-Don't move your finger like that..."
"This is how we open you gradually."
"W-What if it doesn't close again..."
"Don't worry, Miss. Miss Eun had no trouble at all."
"Ugh..."
"Now for the second."
"Y-Yes..."
When another finger joined the first, Dokgo Ryeong began to find a rhythm. At first she had locked up completely from vague dread and the sheer idea of something foreign inside her; little by little she grew used to the sensation.
And more than anything else—
"Haugh...!"
—she realized once again just how lewd her body truly was.
It's... a dirty hole, but...
Every time his fingers worked back and forth, stretching her open, a strange pleasure wrapped around her.
This... feels weirdly... good...
It was nothing like the caresses he had given her elsewhere. Above all, the peculiar sense of submission that came from entrusting her most shameful place entirely to Wi Ilcheong became the force that carried her forward.
"Hnnngh...! Th-There feels good..."
"I thought so before—Miss Dokgo is quite sensitive from behind as well."
"I-Is that weird...?"
She lifted her head to look at his face.
"Y-You said earlier... that you like lewd Ryeong..."
"...You're a natural."
"What?"
"It means you're lewd."
"Hwek?!"
She clenched around him in flustered panic, and Wi Ilcheong laughed.
"Now for the third finger."
"Y-Yeshet..."
"It doesn't hurt, does it?"
"I-It's fine... Um..."
She mumbled and ducked her head.
"W-When you put it in... kiss me... please..."
"..."
"Th-Then... I think it'll feel good..."
Seeing her still so shy even in this state sent another rush of blood south through Wi Ilcheong.
"Lift your head, Miss."
"Hnn... Yes..."
Face flushed scarlet, eyes glistening, lips parted as if begging for something, tongue peeking out so blatantly that anyone could have read her desire—Wi Ilcheong claimed her mouth.
"Haup... Hnng..."
Kissing had become familiar enough that she accepted his tongue without hesitation and twined hers around it.
"Chuu... Haa... Hnn..."
She felt the third finger slide between her cheeks, yet she focused more on their tongues. It was only tongue against tongue, but the fierce throb in her lower dantian left her unable to think.
This... feels so good...
Sometimes she sucked his tongue first; sometimes she felt him draw on hers. When they finally broke the sweet kiss—
"Here..."
Dokgo Ryeong lightly licked his upper lip.
"There's... spit left..."
"I can't hold back any longer."
"...What?"
"You seem ready as well, Miss Dokgo. Now then..."
Following his gaze, she looked down and saw his manhood standing rigid between her thighs.
"May I insert it?"
Steadying her trembling heart, Dokgo Ryeong slowly nodded.
"Y-Yes... P-Put it in..."
"...Yes."
"Hnn...!"
When he withdrew his fingers she could feel for herself how open her rear had become. He took hold of her arms and guided her into position; following his lead, she slowly turned her body. Even though it was the same shameless posture that laid her completely bare, she no longer felt the shame.
"Hnn...!"
Hands on her hips, Wi Ilcheong rubbed his manhood against her a few times, then set the tip against her rear entrance and began to press.
"I'm putting it in?"
"Y-Yeshet..."
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she reached both arms back for his hands. He caught them with one hand, gripped himself with the other, and slowly pushed his hips forward.
"Hnnk...!"
Feeling the thick length ease into her, Dokgo Ryeong clenched her fists.
It's... so big... It might tear me...!
Three fingers felt laughably small beside Wi Ilcheong's manhood. She could feel her body stubbornly refusing the massive thing forcing its way inside.
But—
If it goes in... it'll feel good... Wi Ilcheong will... be happy...
She repeated it to herself again and again as she held his hand tight. Feeling him sink deeper, she gradually let the tension drain from her body.
"Haugh...!"
Just as a faint edge of pain began to bloom from the forced stretch—
"Haughnn...!"
—she realized something had slid fully home.
"I-Is it all the way in...?"
When she carefully looked back, Wi Ilcheong stroked her hips and answered,
"Yes. Are you all right, Miss?"
"Um... Yes... It feels a little... strange, but... I'm fine..."
"Then may I move?"
"Um..."
"Hmm?"
She squeezed around him and said,
"H-Hold me..."
"..."
"J-Just hands isn't enough..."
"Honestly..."
"Haughnn...!"
His hands suddenly slipped between her thighs, and her body lifted clean off the bed. Her legs fell open wide; she panicked and covered her face.
"Hyaaah... D-Don't suddenly do that...!"
"You asked me to hold you, Miss."
"N-Not like this..."
"This way I can also kiss that mouth you like so much, can't I?"
"Ah... Hyaaa..."
"And look, Miss."
He rose and carried her toward the mirror in the room.
"Can you see clearly?"
"Ugh... Hyaaa... I-I won't look..."
"Are you really not going to look?"
He lifted her slightly, then let her sink. His manhood scraped along her insides, and a colossal wave of pleasure crashed through her.
"Haugh...!"
She shuddered, tore her hands from her face, and clutched his arms.
"I-If you move suddenly..."
"I can't do it without moving, can I?"
"Hyaaa... S-Stop teasing—"
Then she saw herself in the mirror.
"Ah... Hyaaa..."
Cradled in his arms with her legs spread wide, her entrance was plain to see. And below it—
The instant she witnessed his massive manhood buried inside her body, her lower dantian throbbed and a thrilling current raced up her spine.
"Hnnngh...!"
Seeing the reality confirmed in the glass, Dokgo Ryeong was swept by an emotion she could not name. Flushed scarlet, eyes wet, tongue slightly out with a thin string of drool trailing down. Hair dyed a complete soft pink to the roots, body held aloft and wholly entrusted to Wi Ilcheong—only then did she fully recognize herself.
I... I am...
He began to lift her again.
"I'll start moving now, Miss."
"Haugh...!"
The moment his arms raised and dropped her, fierce pleasure blooming from her lower dantian flooded every inch of her body. And in the mirror that reflected it all, she could not look away.
"Hnnk...! Th-This...! Too..."
Floating in midair, body completely given over to him.
"Too goo... Hnn...!"
Tongue out, drooling, shuddering in raw pleasure.
"Too goo...d...! Haugh...!"
Entrance slick and gleaming with love juices, twitching obscenely.
When she realized that every last bit of it was herself, Dokgo Ryeong finally accepted the truth.
I... am Dokgo Ryeong...
As her mind went white under the onrush of sensation, Wi Ilcheong spoke.
"Huff... Soon...! Almost...!"
"Yes... Yeshet...!"
Like a puppet whose strings had been cut, she went limp, surrendering entirely to the pleasure and to him.
"Kh...! You really do have a lewd body, Miss...!"
"Y-You're right..."
"Huff... Kh...!"
"I... I'm..."
"I'm... coming...!!"
Through the cresting wave, Dokgo Ryeong cried,
"Hnn...! I'm a lewd... Ryeong...!"
And in the overwhelming climax that followed—
Dokgo Ryeong lost consciousness.