Chapter 11
The vivid-red mucous membrane is sucked into her pink vaginal mucosa.
With a wet squelch.
The glans, far too large to fit,
tears through her hymen and defiles her virginity.
“Ah⋯, aah⋯.”
“All right, just this far. ⋯Are you okay?”
As I move the shaft in my left hand little by little, I breathe heavily as well and adjust the camera's focus.
From the pitifully gaping vaginal opening, I can see traces of the rupture—far too little to call drops of blood.
Seeing that evidence of pain, and wanting to cover it with even a little pleasure,
I push the glans a little farther inside and scrape against her vaginal walls.
“Haaak, ha, ah⋯.”
“Take deep breaths. It always hurts at first.”
There is no way it won't hurt.
“Haa, haa⋯, ah, it hurts⋯.”
“Does it hurt more than before?”
“It's not that⋯.”
But it can't hurt more than before.
After all, rubbing bare skin with an eraser hurts more
than applying lotion to the skin.
She has no choice but to get used to it.
“Then hold on just a little. If I rub here, it'll gradually feel better.”
“Yeah, ngh⋯! Haaang!”
I grip the shaft and move it shallowly and quickly up and down, making more fluid flow from her already-wet opening.
Each time the tip of the glans touches and slips away from her vaginal wall, she thrusts her hips, feeling it despite being a virgin.
“There's barely any blood. It's okay. This is fine for a first time. Take deep breaths.”
“Haa⋯, hoo⋯.”
“I didn't know you had no experience with men. Sorry.”
“Hoo⋯, uh, it just sort of happened⋯.”
“Is it okay to have your first time with a guy like me?”
“N-not okay⋯, I dunno, you idioo⋯, ngh⋯!”
Seo Ha-eun's one and only first experience in her life,
Seo Ha-eun's pussy that no one else has ever seen,
I tear and defile it with my glans, taming it as my own.
.
“Phew⋯. All right. You've gotten wet enough. I'll pull out for a moment. I'll put on another condom, too, so keep breathing deeply.”
“Yeah, ngh⋯.”
As I begin gently pulling out the glans soaked in her fluids, Seo Ha-eun repeatedly nods while hugging the pillow even tighter.
Completely opposite to her insolent attitude, she is ignorant of sex and overflowing with shyness.
It isn't hard to imagine what kind of flower garden is spread through this woman's mind.
And I film that flower garden in all its nakedness,
then capture her trampled, ruined pussy on the screen one last time.
“⋯This is driving me crazy. Seriously.”
Unfortunately, this is as far as I go in recording her.
Even in a video that shows nothing below her collarbones, I managed to capture more than enough of Seo Ha-eun's vulgar tits and neat pussy.
Having photographed a beautifully plated meal, it's time to eat it cleanly.
To do that, I place my phone facedown on the bed, put on a new condom, and take the pillow away from her.
The face she'd been hiding behind the pillow was,
“Ah⋯.”
Despite being the same age as me,
even after losing her virginity, she still wears an immature expression,
yet flaunts tear moles that look appropriately lewd for her age,
and there is Seo Ha-eun, flailing her arms before finally covering her face.
⋯They say some women become especially cute when they're drunk.
I've often seen women who cling to me, but this is the first time I've seen one so embarrassed.
Maybe because it's her first time,
I feel like I'm going insane.
“Lift your hips. It will hurt less if I put a pillow under you.”
“⋯.”
I support Seo Ha-eun's waist, lift it, and slip the pillow damp with saliva underneath her.
There are countless parts that are more embarrassing and ought to be covered,
but I place my cock against her pussy as she hides only her face like an ostrich, not knowing what to do.
Her fluids,
and my fluids,
have mixed together into a slick mess as I slowly rub it between them,
then I gently push the glans in, matching the size I had imprinted on her earlier.
Her vaginal opening resists a little, as though it preferred things before I put on the condom,
and, though it's embarrassing to say, it was cute enough to make me want to ruin it.
“Move your hand. I want to see your face.”
“⋯.”
“Move it. Look at me. I'm the man you hated.”
Reciting a line straight out of a drama, I water the flower garden in her mind.
A man whose only assets are his body and cock, I deceive her into seeing me as the tragic male lead, at least while she's drunk.
Of course, she might as well be the heroine of a movie without needing any deception at all.
Unfortunately,
the director is a perverted bastard, so it's a very explicit movie.
“Yeah, open your eyes. You won't remember anyway because you're drunk. Look at me.”
“⋯What the hell, seriously⋯.”
“Sorry I'm uglier than you, but my skin's fine, so give me a break.”
What kind of psychopath could possibly stomp through a fresh flower garden and water it like this? Even I have to wonder.
But the more I dig into her vaginal walls, the more those conscientious thoughts fade away.
Sticky.
Tight.
Soft.
The pussy that, only moments ago, countless other bastards had been desperate to devour,
because I was the first to bite into it.
“Haa, ngh⋯, ah, it's really, kind of, too much⋯, I'm out of breath, Kang Juhyeok⋯.”
“I told you to relax. It will be a little tighter than before with the condom on. I'll loosen you up.”
“Ah, haang⋯, don't pinch my nipples, don't⋯!”
“That's because you've become sensitive. I didn't pinch them.”
The breasts that couldn't be hidden even by a hoodie, making every passerby sneak a glance,
the breasts that had driven countless horny bastards wild with the desire to grab, lick, and suck them,
I cradle them warmly in both hands and savor the mole hidden beneath her lower breast all by myself.
Though her areolae and nipples are far from small, their size and color make them seem relatively small and beautiful.
“Ha-eun, I've actually slept with you many times in my dreams.”
“Haaak, wh-what, whaa⋯?”
They were breasts I had bitten and sucked more times than I could count in my imagination after carving scars into her shoulder,
“I've blackmailed you, raped you. I've done all sorts of things.”
“Wh-what are you talking about, don't say weird things⋯!”
It was a pussy I'd turned into a mess solely for my lust, without the slightest consideration for her,
“⋯But this is much more arousing than the dream.”
“Haaak, ngh⋯! Deeper, deeper⋯.”
It was far more beautiful than any such fantasy,
“Your breasts are driving me crazy. I became a fan of Seo Jia too because her breasts are big, but they can't compare. You're much more arousing. Your thighs too, fuck⋯. Phew⋯.”
“Haa, stop swearing, ngh⋯! Haaang!”
Voluptuous,
“I want to kiss you. Can I? Your eyes are more arousing than your body. They're sexy. I want to pounce on you. Ha-eun⋯.”
“I know, so just a little, slowly, mmph⋯. Smack⋯.”
It was sweet enough to rot my teeth.
“Ngh⋯, mmph⋯! Mmmph⋯, pfft, haa, heumph⋯.”
Though our heights don't match during sex, I hunch my back and force us into alignment.
I force our lips together, ravage her tongue, and violate her vaginal opening, however shallowly.
I've only inserted as far as the glans, but she convulses madly, surrendering to my cock.
She is also surrendering to the tongue licking every corner of her mouth.
To a man named Kang Juhyeok,
she ends up consenting to let him have her once-pure body.
“Haaak, haa⋯. Stop, stooop⋯.”
“No. A little longer. Not yet.”
“My, my head is weird⋯. Let me go. I'm weird⋯!”
“It's okay if you become weird. Relax. Lean on me. You can cling to me if you want.”
I thank her for that polite and obscene permission, then part the castle gate and push farther inside.
It's a shame there's a rubber sentry standing guard, but thanks to it, I can go deep without danger.
With a white flag raised in surrender, I meticulously savor the queen's body as she fawns in a bedroom no one has ever set foot in.
If the former king saw this spectacle, he might clutch the back of his neck and collapse, but the memory of having been mistreated comes to mind, making the flavor even richer.
“It's in a little less than halfway. Can I put in more?”
“No, nooo! I, I'm weird. It hurts, no, it's not pain, ah, aah⋯! Haaaa⋯.”
“⋯Halfway. Breathe. I won't put it in any farther. It's your first time.”
I have inserted half of an enormous cock that no one has ever taken all the way into her once-pure body.
Perhaps because that is practically the same as full insertion for an ordinary man, she pants, then curls up all over as though she has become afraid.
I hold back the urge to thrust mercilessly into her soft vaginal walls, forget restraint and everything else, and look tenderly into her eyes as I speak in a low voice.
“Ha-eun.”
“Haa⋯, ha⋯. Stop, stop⋯.”
“Stick out your tongue. Then I'll finish.”
“My tongue⋯? Heek, bleh⋯, mmph⋯, chu⋯.”
I place my tongue tip against her tongue, melted to the point of ruin, and slip my hand beneath her arm.
I wrap her slender arm, so thin compared to her thighs, around my neck, then lift her upper body to align with her waist, which the pillow has raised slightly.
Then I press her down again,
and lift her up.
There is no need to penetrate any deeper.
Seo Ha-eun sucking on my tongue is revenge enough,
and I want to enjoy it again and again.
“Ngh⋯, ngh⋯! Nngh! Hoot, heek, nngh⋯!”
It isn't a manufactured moan, but an unpleasant scratching sound that can only come from scraping one's vocal cords.
But that bizarre, ear-piercing sound was more lewd and arousing than any vulgar words or dirty talk.
More than any coquettishness or sweet words,
it was cute, and made me want to devour her.
Despite being that old and having no experience,
despite never even having used a dildo, she climaxes before me,
inside Seo Ha-eun's vagina, which trembles as she urges me to come,
“Haaak, haaak⋯, heeek⋯, I, I'm, weird, whaaat⋯! Hoo⋯!”
Brrrk.
Bwoooosh⋯.
Splurt-splurt.
Though she had never learned how,
enveloped by her vaginal walls as they bite down on the glans according to a female instinct,
I pour out every urge I had bottled up for years.
Even after pouring it all out,
enough remains to match everything I've expelled.
My desire wells up again.
My plan to have her once and pretend it never happened
vanished completely from my mind.