Premonition
After the sex with Seon-ah ended, Seon-ah's body and the bed were soaked everywhere in a mess of love juices and semen.
The room was thick with that strange, lewd scent that lingers after beast-like mating.
The fluids clinging to Seon-ah's body—bruised and flushed red in places—gave Yurin the forbidden thrill of having forcibly violated the lover she had adored for so long.
When Yurin first stripped Seon-ah to claim that body, there had been no traces of another woman. It was not the shape of a used cock that had been molded this way and that by other women's vaginal walls, stained brown or black. Seon-ah's cock was as thick as Seon-ah's own wrist and as long as the actors in porn videos, yet it still held a clean form. Yurin had been unable to tear her eyes away from that pure white, appetizing meat rod she was seeing for the first time.
The suspicion in Yurin's heart that Seon-ah had met another woman was almost completely dispelled.
The fearful, anxious expression on Seon-ah's face as seen through Yurin's eyes, and the way Seon-ah struggled to escape as if to resist, had filled her with a strange excitement and sense of transgression. In the end she unleashed all that filthy desire upon Seon-ah's body. She poured out every bit of her rough, violent lust onto that frail male body.
Among the various lewd knowledge she had picked up online for sex with Seon-ah, she vaguely recalled hearing that a virgin man should be given time after insertion for his cock to adapt to the vagina. But the knowledge from porn videos—of roughly and violently ravaging a man who first resists but eventually submits to the woman—was also part of Yurin's sexual knowledge.
'No, stop! Stop it!'
The man in the video and Seon-ah had said the exact same words. So wouldn't it be natural that after several rounds of sex, like in the videos, he would show a dazed, slack expression of pleasure, calling the woman's name, coquettishly begging for more?
In truth, Yurin herself had no way of knowing how vastly different the sexual knowledge a pubescent teen learns from porn is from reality. Most of what she knew about sex had come from videos, and her "cousin sister"—who knew men well and had given her those sex videos—also believed that if you swallow a man with your pussy and treat him roughly, he falls head over heels for the woman. Between the information she had glimpsed online and her cousin sister who often talked about men, Yurin placed greater trust in her cousin's words.
That was why, even as Seon-ah cried out that he hated it and struggled, she forced herself on him. With a mix of expectation that if she kept ravaging Seon-ah as her cousin said, he would become hers, she did it even more roughly and violently. Imagining the day when Seon-ah, unable to forget her, would beg of his own accord saying he wanted her, she ravaged him—and it felt like she might have gone a bit too far.
She held the trembling Seon-ah, shaking from pain and pleasure, washed together in the shower, then changed the sheets and blanket. Moving after sex left Yurin feeling tired, yet somehow refreshed as well. Not only had she taken Seon-ah's first time and enjoyed those cute moans in a delightful first experience, but the thought that if she kept ravaging Seon-ah like this she might soon see him submit to her like the men in the porn videos also crossed her mind.
With such pleasant thoughts, she held Seon-ah—who had closed his eyes as if fainting earlier—in her arms, feeling his body heat, and drifted off to sleep.
Yurin woke from sleep still not free of fatigue, to the sensation of something soft in her arms gently moving. She cracked one eye open to check what was wriggling in her embrace.
It was Seon-ah.
The expression as he rustled on the bed and looked at her showed him trembling slightly as if seeing something terrifying, trying to get away quickly. Seon-ah tried to move, but his lower body would not obey properly; he looked down at himself, frowning, and stifled a weak moan in a hoarse voice.
She felt a bit sorry for going too hard yesterday. But she thought it was necessary for Seon-ah to be connected to her and spend their lives together.
They say after a satisfying sex, a man might kiss the cheek of the woman he slept with or say he felt good.
'Is Seon-ah trying to do that to me?'
The thought of receiving Seon-ah's affection made her feel shy yet proud. But Seon-ah began actions beyond her expectations.
Using only his arms as if his legs would not move, he was laboriously getting down from the bed. Even that looked difficult. His raised arms trembled, and every time he planted them on the floor and crawled, he flinched and stopped moving. That desperate appearance, so opposite to the usual intellectual and confident Seon-ah, pricked at her heart a little.
Looking closely, his pure white wrists clearly showed red handprints from when she had forcibly held them while stripping him yesterday. Little by little, Seon-ah finally reached the door, and from a prone position on the floor moved his hand up to grab the doorknob and open it.
The door locked from outside would not open unless she operated her smartphone herself.
Watching that, from the moment Seon-ah tried to escape from her, a sense of betrayal suddenly cooled her head.
'Trying to run away after sleeping with his girlfriend?'
One suspicion she had been ignoring and pushing to the back of her mind surfaced. Summarizing things related to Seon-ah's sexual knowledge, the absurd situation of being good at kissing and caressing a woman's body yet being a virgin was like some ridiculous virgin-bitch story from a manga. There were limits to learning sexual knowledge through text or videos. The example was how yesterday she had failed several times to fit Seon-ah's cock into her pussy before succeeding at the end.
Seon-ah must have learned sexual knowledge by directly experiencing a "woman's body" through someone. Her head filled with the imagination of another woman passionately kissing Seon-ah, using Seon-ah's fingers to insert into her own pussy and strongly thrusting to stimulate the vaginal walls. If that thought was correct, it was truly fortunate that she had claimed Seon-ah's virginity before another woman could devour it. The thought that another woman might have slowly taught Seon-ah "various things" in order to have sex with him. No physical evidence, but almost certain circumstantial evidence—because Seon-ah had continuously shown things that could not be done without being skilled with a woman's body, which was too significant.
Though she had taken Seon-ah's virginity first, if things continued this way, Seon-ah might end up pinned under some other bitch and become a plaything. Jealousy began to sprout in Yurin's chest.
They had been together since long ago; she had taught him various things as a friend, and now he was her lover. It was always her who learned everyday common sense or studies. But from now on, it was Seon-ah's turn to learn from her about romance and sex between lovers.
After looking at her smartphone, Yurin's expression as she turned her gaze to him was terrifying. With a cold face and angry eyes as if she would devour him, she stared waiting for his answer.
"It was a classmate I first met at the entrance ceremony yesterday. When making the class group chat, she said she'd invite me so I just gave my number."
"Is that so?"
From her expression he felt like she was suspecting him. She asked in a comfortable, everyday tone.
"Seon-ah, you don't have any secrets from me, do you?"
There wasn't anything he was particularly keeping secret from Yurin.
"No."
"In middle school, when I asked how you were so good at kissing, you said it was a secret, right? And after that too. When you said you'd satisfy me instead of sex and masturbated for me, you were pretty skilled, weren't you?"
'Come to think of it, I had answered playfully once.'
Seon-ah had just done it without thinking to make Yurin feel good. He had answered it was a secret because it was hard to explain. But from Yurin's perspective, it was clearly a situation that could only feel like he was cheating. The fact that she remembered something from quite a while ago meant she had been suspecting it for a long time since then.
But Seon-ah had nothing he could say to Yurin. He couldn't say 'I have experience having sex with other women in my past life so I could make you feel good like a virgin bitch', right? In the end, Seon-ah didn't open his mouth.
"..."
Even after living a long time, shutting up and staying still when at a disadvantage seemed the best evasion method in both past and present lives.
"Whatever. I confirmed you were a virgin and I took it. As long as you don't meet other women, it's fine."
'How did she know that was my first experience?'
"How did you know I was a virgin?"
"Normally, when a man loses his virginity to a woman, his cock shape gets chewed up tightly in the vagina and changes, right? You don't even know that?"
"..."
Come to think of it, his cock still stung painfully. Yesterday, the expression of being squeezed inside the vagina wasn't an indirect way of saying it felt great—it was a real feeling like being clamped in a vise, almost making his cock burst. Checking his cock again, the clean, neat shape before sex was gone somewhere; it was bruised here and there, mottled and red, and swollen plump making it feel a bit larger. Moreover, from being freely ravaged in the positions Yurin wanted during sex yesterday, it was bent this way and that to better stimulate the vagina according to her preferred positions.
A custom cock that develops to match the sexual sensitivity of the woman he had sex with...
It was the first amazing experience since coming to this world.
Anyway, whether she would believe him or not, he had to say at least one word that he was innocent.
"Yurin, you might not believe me, but I don't have any other women besides you. Really."
"Yeah, sure. Who in the world would boldly say 'I'm cheating'?"
Yurin seemed to have no intention of believing him.
Staying like this would just maintain the parallel lines anyway. Knowing that, Yurin checked the time and changed the subject, proposing they eat together first. It was almost lunchtime.
Knowing his body wasn't normal from last night's sex, Yurin first put on clothes, then dressed him in something comfortable, and carried him to the living room. As if intending to keep him living with her, the closet had several sets of clothes that looked like his size. Looking at her space that showed a bit of obsession, he got goosebumps.
The double bed in the master bedroom. The bedroom door that could only be opened from outside. The closet full of clothes he could wear. The fear arose that if he made one wrong move, he might become Yurin's sex toy and be locked up for life. If he married Yurin, it might be almost one hundred percent certain.
'But if I go around meeting other women, Yurin would catch me and force me into confinement, right?'
No phrase could fit better than being surrounded on all sides.
'What should I do...'