Without giving her a moment’s respite, that ferocious thing forced its way through curled nerves. Faced with a numbing, dull pain she’d never experienced before, her vagina struggled to push that heavy thing out.
After several rounds of tug-of-war, Jae-geon, showing no signs of fatigue, thrust himself into her heated body. Her nails dug into the sheets, creasing them as she arched her back, and her legs, draped over his arms, trembled like those of a newborn fawn.
“Ugh,” Hae-som moaned, her eyes flying open. It was pure coincidence that her gaze fell on the torn-up magazine on the side table.
“Ah….”
She knew it was a chef’s fate to keep a close eye on the country’s top food column, but did he really have to keep it right there within arm’s reach…?
‘N Hotel, Room 2808.’
She’d seemed to turn up her nose at it, but was he actually still in contact with Ji-won? She should have set clear boundaries from the start. But the insight of a novice who’d just set foot in unknown territory hadn’t quite reached that far yet.
As if scolding Hae-som for wandering off track, the penis embedded inside her throbbed and swelled. Faced with the unfamiliar sensation of her vagina stretching, Hae-som frantically crumpled the sheets in her hands.
Even though he had merely pushed a part of himself inside her and wasn’t moving at all, the situation was already a complete mess. Hae-som covered her face with both hands, sobbing as if she were about to burst into tears at any moment.
“Why did you lie?”
“About what?”
“It’s my first time.”
Even if they had gone as far as foreplay, there definitely wouldn’t have been penetration. Compared to last time, the sensation of something foreign inside her was impossible to ignore. It was so overwhelming that she couldn’t even breathe properly.
“What are you talking about?”
A sensation piercing somewhere deep in her peripheral nerves finally made Hae-som’s eyes well up with tears.
“Sniff… I said this is my first time. You’re not your first, are you, Chef?”
Jae-geon pressed his forehead gently against hers. His rather full eyelashes for a man fluttered playfully, tickling Hae-som’s brow.
“This is my first time with you, too.”
“That’s nonsense. Hah!”
Despite the joke not sounding like one, a chuckle escaped her. The Chef Jeong Jae-geon she knew was definitely not the type to break the tension with jokes like this.
Licking away the moisture pooled at the corners of her eyes—which were turned up in a sly smile—Jae-geon pulled his glans out with a slick motion. His pubic hair was damp with a cloudy pre-cum.
Deciding there was enough lubrication, he began to thrust his hips in little strokes.
The opening, which had barely been holding onto the glans, gaped wide and without fear swallowed the thick shaft. Even though it was only a fraction of the entire length, tears welled up at the throbbing, unfamiliar sensation.
“Ahh!”
Squelch, squelch—the thick, wet sounds filled the room. The shrill moans and the creaking of the bed frame, buckling under the force of his thrusts, were all just as loud.
Amid the noise, Jae-geon was the only one who remained calm.
The soft hair covering his brow bones fluttered gently with his body’s movements. Every time the dimple on his buttock deepened, the muscles covering his abdomen contracted tightly, their lines becoming more clear.
The hand that had been holding her hips in place to keep her from sliding upward slowly moved toward her center, caressing her fully swollen clitoris and gently stroking the tip that had stiffened from the chill.
Although a flush of red had risen to her pale skin, well… she didn’t seem especially aroused. The feeling of this gap was starting to feel a bit resentful.
His straight lips approached her slightly tilted lips and pressed against, smacking once. Then again, smacking twice.
Leaving a sticky mark on her pale breasts, the man lifted his upper body and broke the wet seal of their lips.
“I see you’re thinking about something else—guess you’ve loosened up.”
“……!”
“I’ve got to make sure. Properly.”
The moment he finished speaking, Jae-geon thrust his hips all the way in. Hae-som clenched her teeth and let out a muffled groan at the deepening pain.
Tears streamed from her red, wet eyes, soaking the sheets.
Jae-geon immediately pulled out and let out a sigh.
“Did that hurt?”
“Yes…… it did.”
A vision of a man flashed before her eyes—his gaze filled with a transparent heat, commanding her not to lie. Her jaw clenched tightly.
As a throbbing sensation welled up inside her, her vision flickered white, and the pain crushed her nerves so intensely that her back arched stiffly, yet Hae-som didn’t mind this overwhelming warmth filling her.
It was a conflict: the pain was so intense she wanted to push him away, yet if he withdrew, she felt she would be left feeling even more empty.
More than the grim sensation of being cut open, Jae-geon’s wet gaze—looking down at her as if in distress—had lodged itself deep within her heart.
Her legs, trembling with orgasm, wrapped around his slender waist and pulled him closer.
“So please… do it. Properly.”
Her inner walls, crushed by his massive member, began to contract and relax, gradually accepting the pleasure Jae-geon was pushing into her. He laughed heartily at her body, which clenched around him with a strength that was almost frightening.
Until she reached the point of overwhelming satisfaction, until she was perfectly shaped to fit his length and thickness.
Jae-geon pushed forward little by little, without rushing. From the glans to the base—one-third, one-half, two-thirds, four-fifths of the shaft…
Surprisingly, it was Hae-som who grew impatient with the teasing thrusts.
“F-finish it, ahh! Do it right.”
She couldn’t even speak properly—whether she could handle any more of this, the woman, overwhelmed by pleasure, had no thought for the future.
The shaft, pressing against the vaginal walls as it descended, plunged deep inside without warning. As if it had touched a nearby sensitive spot, the flow of fluid intensified.
Hae-som jerked her head up as a lukewarm liquid trickled down her thighs. Her soft, plump groin bulged in the shape of his member. The obscene sight made her gasp, her breath catching in her throat.
As if to say, “What’s the big deal?” Jae-geon placed Hae-som’s palm over the protruding part and pressed down firmly.
As the already narrow passage became even tighter, the intensity of her orgasm grew.
Hae-som’s body hair stood on end.
“Y-yes, that’s good, Chef.”
Her stomach churned as if she were seasick, and her sensual moans transformed into something primal, like those of a beast. Her tight, velvety-smooth vagina contracted and relaxed repeatedly, clamping down on his throbbing member. The sound was wet and slurping.
Both the one thrusting and the one receiving had reached their limits. Jae-geon thrust his hips forward with one long stroke.
“Ugh, ah, haah!”
“Hah.”
With a sigh, Jae-geon, now satisfied, tied off the spent condom, flung it aside, and popped a new one into his mouth.
……Already?
He flashed a sly smile at her wide, startled eyes.
“We haven’t even started yet.”
Jae-geon’s fingers parted the tightly pressed labia. Just as he’d imagined, a firm, well-developed clitoris protruded above the elongated labia minora, and sticky love juice, as thick as night honey, was flowing down at a rapid pace.
She probably didn’t shave for no reason—maybe it was just natural. Since it was his first time seeing a hairless vulva, he found himself observing it longer than necessary.
Wherever his gaze wandered, his lips followed. He rolled his tongue over the bean-like tip, lapped up the flowing honey, and slipped his tongue into the narrow passage to taste the tender flesh.
If anyone was getting impatient, it was Hae-som. Jae-geon chuckled softly at the ticklish grip as she patted his broad shoulders firmly.
“Huh. Urgh! Hmph!”
“Oh. Why?”
Even her sulky, half-closed eyes—as if in protest—were seductive. To be precise, it was the hazy gaze visible through her narrowed eyes that made them so.
“Why there…!”
Exactly. He’d skipped going down on them before, making all sorts of excuses about being a neat freak or whatever, but why was Hae-som always different?
As if intoxicated by a sweetness on a whole different level from a kiss, his lips, pressed against her smooth, soft skin, showed no sign of pulling away.
Even though the member between his legs was fluttering in protest—signaling that it was his turn now—for Jae-geon, the pleasure of the moment took priority over his rising lust. As always.
Like scooping up a monsoon downpour with a bucket, his tongue, burrowing into the long, narrow groove, slurped up her love juices with a squelching sound. The glistening sheen on her clitoris looked just like perfectly cooked rice.
As his lips touched her—as if following a set routine—and began to suck, “slurp, slurp,” the thick, sticky love juice thinned out and soon transformed into a delicate stream.
……Of course. There’s no way it wouldn’t taste good.
The culinary feast that began as an appetizer was now little more than the entrée.
She, soft beyond belief, would wrap herself around his shaft and melt it away, a course that would gently melt away until culminating in an endlessly sweet climax.
Though he was eager to taste that pleasure again, Jae-geon happily slowed his pace at the sight of the lush scene before him.
His tongue, which had licked her thoroughly soaked lower body from bottom to top, now eagerly sucked on the finger that had slapped his shoulder without a hint of fear. Whether it was from tears or cold sweat, the tip of his finger tasted salty. And yet, somehow, it was a perfect match.
The tongue, which had been slowly tracing the contours of her body, finally wrapped around the woman’s tongue—which was busy letting out moans—and Jae-geon finished preparing for penetration more easily than before.
The sight of her delicate, thin labia enveloping the glans was almost obscene. As he gently pushed the tip inside, her tender flesh bulged along the ridges.
“Ahh!”
A breath rising from her lower abdomen burst through her parted lips. Even after she swiftly caught and swallowed it, she was left gasping for air.
He forced in one more thrust. Wrapping both hands around her suddenly arched lower back and changing the angle of penetration, the vagina—which had been fluttering as it adjusted its rhythm—contracted with a sharp squeeze, pressing tightly against his penis.
“Relax.”
As if defying the principle of “superior commands, inferior obeys,” her vaginal opening tightened to its limit. *Splash. * His penis was a mess from the white love juice she’d gushed out.
With the entrance firmly sealed, thrusting became impossible—but that made it even more stimulating in a different way. He could feel the soft mucous membrane right through the thin elastic barrier.
His hips couldn’t even thrust upward once; with only the base of his penis buried inside Hae-som’s body, Jae-geon experienced his second climax.
It was around that time that all the tension completely drained from Hae-som’s body.