96. First Night (3)

“Do you even know how hard it’s been on me all this time…?”

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…!”

“Wanting to, needing to touch, but unable to, I was the only one holding back…!”

“Ah, ah, hah, hah, haaah…!”

“Because of whom, why, did I do that, you, you…!”

“Hah, hng, hng…! Ha, huaaah….”

“Not even knowing that, you were always tempting me, begging to have s*x…!”

“Haa, haa, haa-eung, heung, haa-eung…!”

“In the end, like this, only I, become, the bad guy…!”

“Haa-aht, haaht…! S-Sorry, I’m sorry, et…♡”

“Sorry, you say…? …Truly, are you, really sorry!”

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump-!

“If you’re truly sorry, why, when I, told you to stop, didn’t you, stop, why, why…!”

Even with the plush, soft comforter beneath, I could feel an immense vibration as Woo-joo powerfully slammed his hips, pressing his length deep inside, as if scolding me.

With each thrust of Woo-joo’s hips, the pleasure that had been shimmering just beneath the surface finally crested. I came again, naturally, and the shivers, countless times now, rose and loosened my face, even my tongue, and I whispered with a slight slur.

“Mm, mm…. Sowwie, ‘tashi, soww…. Hau, eutt…!”

“…Who told you to speak informally.”

“Hehk, heue…?”

“Not ‘sowwie’…. You should say, ‘I am truly sorry’…!”

“Hught…! Ah, hueuutt…♡”

To ask if I was sorry, then demand I say, ‘I am truly sorry’. It felt like a forced assertion to unleash everything that had been building up, but… after the tenth orgasm, I lost count, so I was in no condition to think straight, and quickly reached out my hand.

Unlike my own thin, frail arm, his was thick and strong— undeniably a man’s arm. I gently wrapped myself around Woo-joo’s forearm, and, filled with remorse, I spoke with a touch of coquettishness.

“Eung, eung…. I awm so sowwie-oh….”

“What are you, what are you sorry for?”

“For seducin’, and teasin’ muh master….”

“……”

“Eung, mah master…?”

“I told you to call me Woo-joo…?”

“Ah, ah…”

“Aki, you…. Tell me honestly. You just want to call me Master, don’t you?”

“…Yes.”

“…I appreciate your honesty.”

Woo-joo, speaking softly, stopped his thrusting, catching his ragged breath as he began to gaze down at me.

His eyes seemed to be contemplating how to discipline this disobedient girl, and… while he did, a bead of sweat clinging to Woo-joo’s chin trickled down his neck, towards his collarbone.

It was incredibly sensual, a sight that would capture any woman’s gaze. Seeing that I was mesmerized, Woo-joo, seemingly pleased, brought his muscular upper body closer, as if to let me see more clearly, and my face flushed bright red at the heady scent of masculinity that filled the air.

“Aki.”

“Ah, yes…?”

툭.

Uju stroked my cheek with his right hand, calloused and worn.

So unlike my own, soft only from studying; I could feel the effort Uju had put in through all this time, simply from his touch.

It might be a perverse confession, but somehow that rough feeling excited me, and my heart pounded.

“What should I do with you…?”

“Hah, ungh…”

A strange tingling in my lower abdomen made me secretly rub my thighs together, as Uju, his face close, spoke softly, in his characteristically pleasant tenor.

Honestly, his voice alone was my weakness…. I came lightly from Uju’s whispers, and swallowed hard to hide it, gazing up at him with fevered breath.

“You only use honorifics… you’re not listening to a word I say.”

“……”

“Should I punish you… before you listen?”

Uju mumbled to himself, lightly kneading my earlobe.

Despite his words of punishment, Uju’s eyes, looking down at me, were filled with affection and tenderness.

And so…. a wicked thought came to me, a desire for Uju to punish me severely, and without realizing it, I parted my legs, which I had been so carefully keeping closed, and said,

“Yes, punish me….”

“……Punish you?”

“Yesss….”

My eyes locked with Uju’s, and I gently supported my br*easts, lifting them to look as beautiful and alluring as possible.

“Punish me with your master’s c*ck , pleasee…♡”

I spoke a slightly shameful request.

……Then.

“……”

“Ah…!”

Uju seemed momentarily speechless, gazing down at me before moving, covering me as if pinning me down.

As if to say, *you provoked me first, don’t think about escaping,* he slid his thick forearm under my lower back, holding me tightly, pressing my soft br*easts and pectoral muscles together until they were crushed. Not content with that, he k*ssed me and grabbed my wrist with his left hand.

I still had one hand free… but Uju was twice my size, and resistance was impossible.

All I could do, pinned beneath Uju’s torso, was s*ckle and lightly bite his tongue, or twitch my unheld hand. Uju truly played with my tongue as he pleased.

I tasted a faint hint of blood in Uju’s s*liva, intertwined like snakes, and realized my boyfriend’s lip wound had not yet healed, filling me with sudden remorse.

“Mmh, chuu…”

I hugged Uju tightly, conveying my apology for biting him.

Perhaps the universe, as if vaguely sensing my heart, tapped my bottom lightly as if to say not to worry… And with such thoughtful tenderness, I fell for Wooju all over again. A desire bloomed within me, a craving to take him inside, and I kneaded his c*ck , already pressed against my lower belly, with eager hands.

Wooju’s c*ck twitched in my hand, as if pleased, and its wriggling form was so endearing that I chuckled softly, petting and soothing it as one would a cherished pet.

“Ah, hng…!”

Of course, Wooju wouldn’t let that stand.

Looking down at me with a gaze that seemed to say, ‘I give you a moment, and you’re back at it…?’, he retaliated by seizing my large, soft br*easts, which I secretly took pride in, and squeezed them firmly. The force of it made me flinch, and he took complete dominion over me, placing his c*ck heavily on my lower abdomen.

“Wooju’s…*husband’s* c*ck seems so big…”

“…Perhaps, it’s too big and you don’t like it?”

Wooju’s c*ck was perfect, as if tailored just for me, exactly the right size to press deep within me with pleasurable precision. I had absolutely no reason to dislike it. So, I wrapped my arms around Wooju’s neck, pulling him down, pressed my lips to his cheek, and whispered sweetly with heartfelt sincerity,

“No, I *love* it…”

“Then that’s fortunate…”

Wooju said it casually, as if it were nothing, but he couldn’t hide the faint smile that spread across his lips.

“Heuh…”

Really, for such a large man, why does he react so intensely to my every word…?

A part of me thought, *He shouldn’t worry so much.* Yet, another part believed that Wooju acted this way because he loved me that much, and the thought made me blissful. I stuck out my tongue slightly, a silent request for a k*ss.

“Eung, Husband…”

“…Can’t you just say Wooju instead of Husband?”

“……”

I could never tell Wooju this, but the reason I wouldn’t call him ‘Wooju’ as he wished was because the expression he made when he wanted me to was just too adorable…

It was as if a huge dog, all gentle with wide open eyes, was desperately hoping, ‘Please pet me, Master…!’ If I gave in and started calling him Wooju all the time, I would certainly never see that expression again.

So, I would call him Wooju only in special circumstances.

Having decided on that rule, I smiled without saying a word.

“Why won’t you answer me…?”

“……Heuh.”

Wooju furrowed his brow, as if trying to decipher the meaning behind my smile, and after seemingly giving up on figuring it out, he sighed deeply.

“Alright, just do as you please, Aki…”

“Yes, *Husband*.”

“……”

“Ah…♡”

*Squish.*

Woo-joo lowered his c*ck , already resting on my lower belly, and pushed it inside.

And at the very same moment, we started a grown-up’s k*ss, lips locked, tongues entwined.

“Mmm, smooch….”

Even though we’d done this countless times, Woo-joo’s tongue, intertwined with mine, only grew more pleasing, more beloved, with each encounter. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his lower back, clinging tightly.

It was a safe day today, after all. Meaning, even if it felt like he was going to, he shouldn’t pull out, but fill me up inside, filling my love cave to the brim. Woo-joo seemed to understand, bracing his elbows on either side of my head, assuming a position that made it easy for him to move his hips.

And then, Woo-joo began to move his hips downwards… His hard, thick c*ck brushed against the already painfully sensitive back of my love cave.

“Hng…! Ah, hnggg….”

He’d barely even entered, just touched, and I was already on the verge, so I clutched Woo-joo’s neck with both arms.

As if considerate of how easily I came, Woo-joo didn’t withdraw his c*ck completely, just pulled back slightly, pressing and releasing the back of my love cave, again and again. With each press, I’d weakly climax, a shiver running down my spine, biting my lower lip hard.

“Can’t hold it back…?”

“Nope, can’t…♡”

“…Do girls always come this easily?”

He truly seemed puzzled, pausing his hips for a moment, looking down at me.

With the intent to make him continue moving and send me over, I gently rocked my hips on my own, and Woo-joo, as if understanding, nodded and leisurely slid his c*ck deep inside, sending me over again.

“Uh, dunno… When I do it, with my fingers, it doesn’t, happen like, this…♡”

“Really? Is it the length, maybe…?”

“M-, maybe… could, be…? Hng…♡”

“If not that, what do you think it is…?”

“Jussst… good, chemistry, maybee…? Hnggg…♡”

I’d never be doing anything naughty with any man other than Woo-joo, not in my entire life. So there was no way to truly verify just how good our chemistry was… But I had a strong feeling that the reason my body was so sensitive was unequivocally due to our compatibility.

Because, like I said before, I’d never come this much with just fingers. And Woo-joo’s c*ck was long and thick, as if it were custom-made to fit inside me, able to press so firmly against my love cave.

“Then, should we test it out?”

“Hng, how…?”

“Pulling back a little and going in shallow. Just, halfway…”

“Ah, no way…!”

Woo-joo started to pull his c*ck back, and I, startled, grabbed his torso.

It was true that I probably wouldn’t climax as easily if he didn’t go so deep, like he said. But then the good feelings would disappear too. I figured I’d rather climax countless times and get used to this shivering bliss.

“Don’t pull out, keep going in deep….”

“…Okay.”

Woo-joo answered briefly and started moving his hips again.

His c*ck , which had been halfway out, slipped back in, and with the tip teasing the back of my pleasure gate, I felt as if I were being filled completely, a sensation that sent shivers through me.

I can’t quite put this feeling into words… but if he were to just stimulate the back of my pleasure gate a little faster, I knew I’d feel even better. Matching Woojoo’s hip movements, I swayed my own up and down, letting out wanton sounds.

“Ung, hng…! Ah, that, ugh…!”

“Want me to go faster…?”

“Ung, ung. Faster, please…♡”

Seemingly ready to move his hips in earnest, Woojoo completely covered me with his body.

One hand remained beside my head, while the other traveled down, grasping my plump bottom firmly, kneading it as he simultaneously sealed our lips in a deep, tongue-tangling k*ss. With my mouth occupied, I could only emit those sounds through my nose, instinctively clenching my lower abdomen.

My clenching intensified, and Woojoo seemed to grow even more excited, his breath through his nose becoming increasingly ragged. Inside me, his c*ck swelled, little by little, growing taut.

I’d never experienced it before… but the way his c*ck was constantly scraping and throbbing against the inner walls, I realized Woojoo wanted to come.

Wanting to receive everything he had to offer, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, clinging tight, and Woojoo responded in kind, accelerating the pace of his lovemaking.

He pounded so hard and fast that I worried the inner folds might smooth out completely. Wordlessly, he breathed heavily, shaking his hips with merciless abandon, and even amidst that, I continued to climax, panting and pleading with Woojoo.

“Hek, hek…. Inside, ungh, come inside me….”

“Hoo, hoo…!”

“Ah, ah, ah, haah…! Hoo-oong, ah, hng…♡”

Soon, I felt his c*ck pulsing inside me…. And at the same time, my vision blurred.

An indescribable pleasure washed over me, causing me to make sounds that even to my own ears were vulgar, and I came hard, again and again. The aftershocks sent jets of love nectar squirting from me onto Woojoo’s c*ck like a water pistol, but I was beyond regaining my senses.

My reason flickered out, leaving only instinct. I mindlessly entwined and s*cked on Woojoo’s tongue, swallowing the flowing s*liva, and when I felt my pleasure gate filling with Woojoo’s seed, I felt so intensely happy that all the strength drained from my body.

“Ha, hoo….”

“Heek, heek…♡”

Though my vision was blurred and I couldn’t see clearly, Woojoo released so, so many baby seeds inside me, I felt as if my pleasure gate was so full that if he pulled out his c*ck , it would simply spill over.

If he unloaded this much, I would definitely get pregnant if I didn’t take the pill… I felt relieved about that, but at the same time, I was a little disappointed.

If it was a baby between Woojoo and me, it would definitely be cute. If it were a boy, he would be really handsome, and if it were a girl, she would be really pretty.

So, maybe I really should take this chance to make a baby with Woojoo…….

“Aki, are you alright?”

Woojoo’s voice snapped me back to reality.

The blurriness faded, and the face of my boyfriend, the most handsome man in the world, came into focus.

“Your eyes were unfocused, so I was worried….”

“……Ah, ungh. I’m fine.”

I tried to say I was fine, but my tongue was loose, and I couldn’t quite manage it.

Embarrassed by the slightly slurred way I spoke, I blushed, and Woojoo, as if finding me adorable, smiled, fully withdrew his c*ck , and gently embraced me.

“I suppose we ought to wash up… maybe just a short rest first?”

“Mmh, just a little….”

Even saying “rest” felt like too much effort, so I just nodded.

Then, Woojoo gently patted me, and I leaned into his embrace, a thick, masculine scent filling my senses, and quietly closed my eyes.

…And, had it been about five minutes?

Just as my ragged breathing started to settle back to normal, Woojoo spoke.

“Hey, Aki.”

“Hmm…?”

“I know it’s kind of uncool to ask, but… how was it…?”

“How was what?”

“That… no, what we just did. I mean. …Was it awful? Since it was my first time…?”

He seemed embarrassed to actually say the word “s*x,” so Woojoo scratched his cheek and skirted around it.

A playful impulse suddenly bloomed inside me, and I poked his cheek.

“Mmm, no. My dear husband was awfully good at *that*…?”

“…Don’t call me ‘husband’ again.”

“Whyyy? It’s nice. Husb—”

*Poke.*

Something hard and unyielding jabbed at my lower abdomen.

This familiar, unyielding sensation… I didn’t even need to look down to know it was Woojoo’s c*ck … I lightly grasped it with my hand, dumbfounded, and said, “You just came, and you already want to again…?”

“…….”

“……*Heuh*.”

I got up. And gently took Woojoo’s hand, pulling him upward.

“Why?”

“Don’t you feel all sticky? Let’s go wash. So we can do it again….”

“…Ah, yeah. Okay.”