Young Really Is Better After All

I'd spent a good hour working her open, taking my time... but in the end, I still couldn't get myself inside her.

The hole she'd been born with was just that much smaller than I'd expected.

I was ready to call it quits when she started begging, relentless.

"H-just one more time, mister!!"

"No. Don't force it."

"But...!"

I pointed at Fox's tiny little pussy with my index finger.

Even after all that slow, careful work, it was flushed and angry-red. Any more than this wouldn't be good. That pretty little thing could get damaged. And as this fox's owner, that was something I would never allow.

"If we keep going, you might tear. It'll sting. This pretty little friend of yours could get ruined, too. And more than anything..."

Persuading her was simple. Just toss her the thing she truly wanted.

I stroked her hair and gave her a warm smile.

"I don't want you to hurt. So let's take our time, okay? The two of us."

"...The two of us."

Fox clasped her hands together and gave a tiny nod. Watching her get all shy like that put me in a strange mood. A bashful version of the cold city girl. Heh.

I stood up. Time to head back. Knowing that, Fox scurried after me to see me off.

Right. One warning before I go.

"Ye-rim."

"Yes!"

"Don't you dare try stretching yourself open on your own just because you want to do it with me sooner."

She flinched. Panic flashed across her face and vanished just as fast. Good thing I checked. What's the rush when we can take it slow?

"I-I wouldn't!"

"Good. It's your first time, so I want to take care of you myself. Instead, I'll make sure we can see each other more often."

Of course, that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was an excuse. I'd finally found a pussy this cute — I wasn't about to let anyone steal the fun of opening her up.

Fox, oblivious to my real motives, was just riding a wave of emotion.

"You mean it?!"

"We worked so hard to get you this far. I should come back before you tighten up again, don't you think?"

A flower bloomed across Fox's face. Like an azalea opening under the warm late-spring sun. Heh. That happy about it?

I gave her a light kiss on the lips and stepped out the door.

I left the apartment and headed home, the still-warm spring breeze on my face beneath the setting sun. That was when a splash of pink caught my eye by the wall.

Azaleas — a flower every bit as familiar to people my age as the cherry blossoms of now. Looking at them, Fox's smile from a moment ago suddenly came back to me.

...If I train her well, she'll make a fine woman.

Better than any other. So let's break her in properly. Opportunities like this don't come around often.

I walked toward my friend's house at an easy pace, receiving the azalea's pretty smile as I went.

Come to think of it, what was the meaning of azaleas again?

The thought crossed my mind... then I brushed it aside. It wasn't important.

"Mister, you're back?!!"

The moment I stepped into my friend's house — oh boy. Min-ah lit up like sunshine itself to greet me. I pulled ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the kid into a hug and stroked her hair four times.

My buddy, watching us from the sofa, waved me over.

"You're here? Come on in! Figured you'd show up around now, so I already ordered chicken!"

Sure enough... two whole fried chickens sitting on the table. My appetite roared to life. I'd just burned through a lot of energy, after all.

We sat around the table tearing into the chicken when my buddy asked,

"I was thinking of taking Min-ah fishing tomorrow. You in?"

Ah, the thing he mentioned last time. Of course I was going. I needed to keep working on Min-ah.

I glanced sideways. Min-ah was staring at me with sparkling eyes, waiting for a yes to come out of my mouth. Heh. Fox and Min-ah both... they're both so damn cute. Hanging around two young ones lately, I felt like my energy was just shooting up.

Anyway, I should answer.

"Sure. Let's go fishing for once! So where are we headed?"

"Where else?"

My buddy smiled with a meaningful look. Wait, why...? That smile was making me a little uneasy... I asked where, and all he said was it was a good place.

It wasn't until around noon the next day that I understood what he meant...

My body rocked with the rattling car as I took in the scenery beyond the window. A wide-open space nothing like the city, thick with green trees, and beneath them a single river stretching from left to right.

Late spring. Under a warm sun, all kinds of flowers competing to change into their finest clothes. Around this time of year, that place would be overflowing with yellow forsythia too.

This place I hadn't returned to even once since I left. The familiar landscape outside the window left my heart restless for the first time in a long while.

"Well? Remember that?"

Driving along, my buddy pointed at a massive tree from the driver's seat. A zelkova, its two thick branches bent yet thrust high into the sky, like Atlas from Greek myth condemned ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to hold up the heavens. Even after thirty years, it hadn't changed — and something about that made the transience of time hit me.

"Of course I do. Still going strong, that one."

"Right? How has it not changed at all since we were kids?"

The old tree wasn't the only thing that hadn't changed in thirty years. The massive mountains behind it, the river flowing below... all the same. The rice paddies and fields and buildings had changed, but the overall picture was no different from the old days — like the same person who'd just changed clothes.

That was when my buddy, still driving, said,

"...Want to stop by the neighborhood?"

My childhood friend. Born and raised in the same hometown, the only close friend I had left. Which meant he knew a fair bit about my family's situation. What happened that day. What came after. That's why he asked so carefully. Whether I was doing a little better now.

And my answer was this.

"No. I'm good. Not yet."

"Alright."

A split-second of hesitation, but no. Not yet. I still hadn't recovered from that wound. I wanted to avoid it a little longer.

Yeah. Not yet.

Looking at the blue sky beyond the window... I quietly closed my eyes.

"Mister Hoo!!"

I jolted. A bright, clear voice smacked me across the ears and my eyes flew open. I turned my head, and there was Min-ah, grinning at me like sunshine, all hehe.

Aigoo. Cute little thing. Waking up to a face like that. Grateful, I gave her cheek a good pinch.

Min-ah shrieked.

"Eeeek?! W-wait a seecond...! My cheek's gonna stretch, it's streeetching!!"

My buddy grinned at the sight.

"That's what you get for not just waking him up quietly. What was with the prank? Heh."

"B-but still...!"

Min-ah pulled a face like she'd been deeply wronged. A pretty young lady like her wakes you up, and you're supposed to smile about it, aren't you? Well, she wasn't wrong, so I let go.

Anyway, we climbed out of the car, and a small town with a decent amount of foot traffic came into view. Calling it a city would be a stretch... a township, more like. I drew in a big breath and tried to recall the scent of home.

Whew. This place really has changed beyond recognition.

"Alright, let's get moving!"

My buddy strode ahead. We'd stopped at a supermarket for a quick shop before heading to the fishing spot. The place he'd picked was so quiet it didn't even have a convenience store, which meant there were quite a few supplies we needed to grab in advance.

I followed after him, and pulled a faintly pouting Min-ah in tight against my side. Just like that, her stuck-out lip vanished and a flush rose in its place.

"Ah, mister!! What if Daddy catches us?"

She whispered it, voice full of worry. And yet the corners of her mouth were curved up in a smile. Look at this kid. Her reactions just keep getting cuter.

"Don't worry. He's up front. He can't see."

"B-but... there are people around, too..."

And yet here she is pressing her cheek right up against my body. Greedy little thing.

I delivered a swift punishment.

Which is to say...

"Hic?! M-mister?!!"

I dropped my hand and grabbed a fistful of her ass! I kneaded it, squeeze, squeeze — ahh... that plump, springy give came flooding up through my palm.

That was when my buddy glanced back at us. Luckily my other arm was already down, so nothing looked off.

"Sweetie!! What should we eat? Should we grab some bread first?"

"Y-yeah. Let's! I want bread too!!"

Ohh. She played it off pretty naturally. Natural enough that my buddy didn't notice a thing.

The moment his head turned forward again, Min-ah whipped around to face me.

"Not right now, please."

She was enjoying it, but it looked like any more would actually be dangerous. I agreed with her, honestly... but training has to keep going precisely in moments like this. Until she stops being aware of other people altogether. On and on.

Min-ah gently peeled my hand away, careful not to seem upset. And yet her eyes were full of regret.

In that case...!

I swung my hand and stopped the kid dead just as she was about to run to my buddy.

Smack!!!

A faintly hot sting, and a wonderfully elastic bounce. Young really is better — the feel of that ass was unreal.

Min-ah froze mid-stride, locked in the pose she'd been about to run in. The sound hadn't been that loud, but it was more than enough to short-circuit her brain. Of course it was. That was probably the first time in her life she'd ever been smacked like that. And this wasn't exactly a hidden corner.

It was a supermarket, and a rural one at that, so there weren't that many people — but it was more than enough to throw Min-ah into a panic.

I fell in beside her, one hand still kneading her ass, and followed after my buddy. She snapped back to her senses a beat later and whipped around, her face gone scarlet.

"M-mister!!"

Hmm? Still not trained enough, huh.

In that case, this time I dragged my fingers in a slow sweep from her pussy all the way to her ass.

Min-ah clenched her ass tight and shuddered...

H-hiiiik♥

I flicked a glance around. Luckily, nobody was looking. So I went back to kneading her ass and whispered against her ear.

"Min-ah. Let's hurry. Your dad's waiting."

In the end she allowed my hand its access, and nodded in silence. Her face a tomato, she answered in a tiny voice.

"Yeees...♥"