Crash!
Suddenly, the sound of a body sliding down a slide and colliding echoed across the quiet terrace.
“!”
By the time I snapped back to reality, it was already too late. Han So-young lay beneath me, her eyes wide with surprise as she looked up at me. I had instinctively reached out to catch her falling arm, but somehow my foot got tangled, and I ended up toppling over her.
My reason hesitated until the very end, but my instincts acted on their own. In the end, I had unknowingly given my answer—because, deep down, I truly felt this was the last time.
“Even someone like me…”
My lips, taken over by instinct, muttered without permission.
“Are you really okay?”
Han So-young’s lips parted slightly. Through the strands of her messy hair, her dark eyes shimmered faintly. Then, as if embarrassed to meet my gaze any longer, she gently turned her head away.
“Not here… please…”
That shy tilt of her head, that desperate whisper—it sparked a flame deep inside me. When I quietly helped her up, So-young, eyes half-closed, leaned softly against me. It felt as if she was entrusting me with everything she had, and I carefully shifted my body, afraid she might break.
The office, where not even moonlight reached, was dark and oppressively lonely. The only sound was our uneven breathing. Only then did I realize how ragged our breaths had become—hers and mine.
Han So-young closed her eyes completely and tilted her chin up. I didn’t need to ask what she wanted; it was clear. I swallowed hard and pressed my lips to hers. Her lips, cold the second time I tasted them, quickly warmed as her breath, tinged with the sharp scent of alcohol, mingled with mine.
“Mm… uhmm…”
A soft moan brushed past my ear, as if her throat was burning dry. Suddenly, I felt a tightening around my neck. So-young grabbed my collar and rose onto her tiptoes. The way she pressed her lips harder, as if scolding me for taking so long, made me soothe the back of her head with my hand.
Guided by my touch, So-young staggered to the bed and collapsed onto the sheets with a soft thud. I was still caught in the afterglow of our kiss. I stared, captivated, at the silhouette lying on the dimly lit bed.
Her ebony hair, still damp, clung slightly to her cheek, while the rest fanned out across the sheets like peacock feathers. Through her half-lidded eyes, her gaze was no longer indifferent as usual; it flickered, blurred, as if yearning for something.
Haah, haah. The breath escaping her parted lips carried a sensual fragrance. She was beautiful.
…Honestly, part of me still wondered, “Is this really okay?” But I knew it was too late to turn back now. Besides, the faint scent of her skin was so intoxicatingly provocative that, despite a vague fear of divine punishment, I found myself reaching out as if spellbound.
I loosened the belt around her waist, and her white gown fell open with soft wrinkles. When I pushed it aside on both sides, the bare skin beneath bloomed like a lily, radiant and inviting. To my surprise, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
So-young’s next move was swift. With her left arm, she covered half her face; with her right, she shielded her breast; and she pressed her thighs tightly together—all almost simultaneously. The way she bit her lip told me exactly how she felt.
But my gaze was quickly drawn elsewhere. Her modest attempt to cover herself was no obstacle. When I reached out and grasped her right arm, I felt a slight resistance. Yet, after a brief hesitation, she let me pull her arm away.
“Ha.”
The exposed curve of her breast was irresistibly alluring. Its shape was rounded, like a ball cut in half, but peculiarly conical at the tip. The gently sloping upper breast was perfectly balanced by the full lower curve, lifted without a hint of sagging. The vivid crimson nipple protruded prominently—how could this not be ideal?
“Haah!”
A tiny, almost unbelievable squeak escaped So-young. Suddenly, my hands were cupping her breasts. The softness and suppleness were so exquisite, it felt like a blessing. Her already hardened nipples grazed my palms, making me shiver involuntarily. So this was how it felt—this was what So-young’s breasts felt like.
Though not as enormous as Im Hanna’s, So-young’s ample chest was undeniably glamorous. I squeezed firmly a few times, and each time, the flesh that escaped my grip swelled between my fingers.
Since I was already at it, my hands, which had been massaging her breasts, slid up delicately from her slender neck down to her shoulders, which seemed small compared to her chest. Then, with gentle, flowing movements, I began to caress her entire body.
I traced the defined line of her flat abs, passed over her narrow waist, and cupped the full curves of her hips. After kneading her firm, supple buttocks a few times, my hands ventured to the inner thighs I had always thought so healthy.
“Uh, uhmm… hngh… haaah…!”
So-young let out continuous, heart-wrenching moans, occasionally shooting me glances filled with inexplicable resentment. She twisted her waist and hips in a feeble protest, but I paid no mind. I focused all my senses on her, tenderly stroking her restless body.
Drops of water still clung to her trembling skin. If there was such a thing as the perfect golden ratio, this must be it. She looked like a Venus freshly born from the sea.
As the saying goes, sincerity moves heaven. After a while, the tightness around her thighs eased just a little. The chill that had settled in her body on the terrace was now replaced by a warm heat, like when she first came inside.
Feeling she was ready, I slipped my hand between her moving hips. So-young’s body tensed briefly as she squeezed her thighs, but my hand had already found its way to her most intimate place. My fingertips brushed over the soft forest of hair and found the cleft pressed tightly together.
“Mi… Missionary Road…”
So-young called out to me in a wet voice. I smiled gently to reassure her. Then, just as I was about to slip my middle finger inside—
“?”
Suddenly, I felt a warm liquid gush out. Startled, I pulled my hand back and saw the transparent, viscous fluid glistening on my fingers. I knew what it was—her arousal. But the problem was…
“…”
There was more than I expected. To exaggerate slightly, it was pooling in my palm, sloshing around. This was the kind of effect you’d expect from a potent aphrodisiac.
But I hadn’t used any. The only thing I could think of was the Ring of Justice. Perhaps her excitement combined with mine had doubled her sensitivity. Still, even considering that, this was way too much. It wasn’t a flood, but enough to soak her groin.
At that moment, a faint sob echoed in my mind—the warning Gehenna had once sent me in a note. So-young trembled, clenching her teeth, perhaps out of shame. That utterly adorable sight pulled my consciousness back to her.
Anyway, foreplay was more than enough. I pressed my body over hers, layering myself on top. When I gently leaned down, the feeling of her breast pressing against my chest was deliciously satisfying.
So-young tried to resist, but when I quickly kissed her, she stopped struggling. I coaxed her with soft kisses, and though she pouted, she slowly closed her eyes. She seemed somewhat relieved, not entirely displeased. Meanwhile, I discreetly parted her legs and moved closer to her lower body.
I didn’t want to ruin the mood by saying I was about to enter. Honestly, all I could think about was becoming one with So-young as soon as possible. My erection had been hard since I pulled off her gown, and the blood rushing through it was starting to cause a dull ache.
After a moment, the tip of my penis found the entrance I had explored earlier. Having done this many times before, I pressed gently and began to push in.
“Ahk…!”
So-young, caught up in our kiss, flinched and cried out. Feeling the hard shaft pressing deep inside her, her drowsy eyes snapped open.
“Ah, ah…!”
She seemed to want to say something, but the head of my penis was already inside. Pushing in just a little more, So-young’s entire body stiffened.
“Huuuu…”
A long sigh escaped me. Though barely a fraction—less than a quarter—had entered, I could safely say the initial insertion was a success. It had been easier than I expected.
But the joy was short-lived. Just below, Han So-young’s eyes, wide and glassy as if about to tear, trembled as she stared blankly into space. The trembling that had wracked her entire body escalated into sharp spasms, causing her to twitch intermittently. Her hands gripped the bedsheet so tightly it looked like she might tear it apart.
“Ah… ugh… hmm… sob…”
And then came the agonized, almost primal cries.
This was a side of her I’d never imagined. But I couldn’t blame her—after all, this was her first time, and she was still a virgin. It was only natural for a woman to be afraid of her first experience.
After a moment, I adjusted my position carefully to avoid pulling out. I waited for her to calm down, then slowly tried to push in again. Little by little. Very slowly. Each time, she tried to pull away, rising upward, but I pressed down firmly on her struggling hips, gradually applying more pressure.
Han So-young’s insides were unique. Though warm and tender, she didn’t reflexively push me away like many virgins might, nor did she squeeze me as if to crush. Instead, there was just the right amount of firmness and pressure. As I applied force, a path was gently carved and shaped around me. It felt like slicing through moist clay heated by fire—soft, pliant, yet resistant.
“Haa… haaah…”
Even so, her reactions were intense, almost overwhelming. I hadn’t even reached her hymen yet, but her calves were already tensed and lifted into the air. Her toes curled tightly, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy, as if I were the only one enjoying this. Maybe I’d let desire rush me too much, moving too fast.
Thinking that, I bent my hips again, pressing our bodies closer. Perhaps because of that, my shaft slid deeper inside, and her two stiff legs slammed down hard on the sheet.
Feeling the tremors ripple through her, I gently wrapped my arms around Han So-young’s neck. Determined to finish quickly, I tightened my grip on my hips and glanced downward.
In that split second, a sudden, unsettling intuition washed over me.
“Huh?”
At the same time, Gehenna’s warning echoed in my mind—how I must be extremely careful when being with Han So-young.
“Wait, wait.”
I had thought only the tip had entered, but the penis I saw was actually buried much deeper than I expected. And even now, it was being swallowed further and further by her opening, as if pulled in against my will.
Before I could even react, I felt the tip brush against a delicate, tender membrane.