“It hurts… it hurts, Michael, I’m h-hurting… Hnng, ugh!”

What had Michael said while holding the delicately crying Catherine?

“…Shh- shh. It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Okay? Okay…? No, what’s okay about this!

Catherine clung to Michael’s shoulders with trembling arms and whimpered with tears, but he never backed down even as he broke into a cold sweat.

Instead, whenever her breathing seemed to calm even slightly, he pushed in a little more, bit by bit.

His small kisses showered her forehead, neck, and cheeks as she sobbed, but she couldn’t feel their sweetness. That thing pushing through her entrance was too big, too overwhelming.

I must be crazy. To think I wanted that inside me. I’m insane.

When it finally touched her cervix, Catherine pushed him away while crying. No matter how much her slender hands pushed and struggled against his massive shoulders, they didn’t budge. Like a heavy rock, he pressed down on her, advancing frighteningly.

What had been gradually pushing in finally filled her inner walls completely. She begged between gasps for air. Without even enough breath to wail properly, only tears streamed down her cheeks.

Truly, it was the worst first experience.

The place where Michael’s c*ck had roughly pushed in still felt sore and raw. Even though it had been withdrawn for quite some time, she still felt as if that terrifying thing was filling her v*gina.

No matter how eagerly she had initiated it, to thrust that thick, terrifying thing so mercilessly and make her bleed was just too much.

Yes, she had heard that bleeding might occur the first time. But she never knew it would be so profuse.

When Michael later discovered it, his face turned paler than hers as he carefully wiped it away, which somewhat calmed her resentment. His white hands trembled slightly as he wiped that place slick with blood and juices.

‘If you were going to turn so pale, why did you push so brutally? I’m in pain, and you look so sorry now. Tsk.’

Though Michael was large in build with hands and feet much bigger than hers, she had never once felt threatened by him in her life.

But just now, Michael covering her mouth as she whimpered in pain while relentlessly thrusting his c*ck had been somewhat frightening.

She fully felt that he was a complete man, one large enough to overwhelm her.

‘Hmph, Michael’s c*ck was ridiculously huge. Like a log. If I had known such a monstrous thing was hiding behind that beautiful face, I wouldn’t have thrown myself at him.’

Despite preparing herself for pain, it was too enormous to be anything but shocking.

Michael’s large, firm embrace enveloped her, and his soft kisses showered all over her face, but they couldn’t neutralize the pain of her flesh being torn apart.

“How do you even walk around carrying something like that?”

Catherine complained as she closed her legs, where a heavy, foreign sensation still throbbed and hadn’t subsided.

When she glared at him with her lower lip jutting out, he sighed and said with apparent difficulty:

“Well, it’s not usually that big.”

“B-but you must have known how big it gets when you’re excited!”

Michael smiled wryly at her resentful mutter, as if finding it absurd.

She seemed much calmer now, still sniffling but curled up and speaking her mind. Though she was making all sorts of complaints, her grumbling voice sounded healthy. That was a relief.

“Is it really that big? I wouldn’t know… It’s not like I’ve seen anyone else’s.”

“What? So all other men might be that size too?”

Catherine turned pale as she questioned his statement. Michael smiled at her innocent question.

“Who knows. I wouldn’t know. Maybe they are, maybe they aren’t.”

“Oh my God… Then there could be men even bigger than you? That’s insane. How would something like that fit inside? It would definitely tear.”

Catherine’s eyes glazed over at whatever she was imagining, then she shuddered and grimaced.

She was clearly imagining a c*ck larger than Michael’s being shoved inside her. At that moment, Michael felt extremely disgusted.

It hadn’t actually happened, and she wasn’t saying she would take another man’s c*ck, but the very fact that she was imagining such a thing while in his arms greatly displeased him.

Michael’s arms around Catherine unconsciously tightened.

“What’s wrong, suddenly?”

“What did I do?”

“I thought I was going to suffocate to death.”

“Did I? Sorry. I didn’t realize.”

Suddenly aware of his action, Michael spoke softly to reassure her. With his comforting touch, Catherine seemed to forget her resentment and immediately leaned comfortably against his shoulder.

Seeing Catherine so quickly defenseless, forgetting how she had just been complaining about how mean and awful he was, Michael felt conflicted.

Despite making her bleed and cry, how should he handle this complete trust she showed him? Even though he had monstrous thoughts about not letting Catherine roll around with other men.

‘Catherine, Catherine… What should I do with you?’

Michael hadn’t stopped even when he saw Catherine in pain.

Instead, he pushed his half-inserted c*ck in with force.

This small, foolish Catherine needed to know how painful it could be so she wouldn’t go out and try to have s*x with just anyone.

He deliberately acted more roughly so she would understand how dangerous and painful this act could be, hoping she wouldn’t think of doing such things with other men.

‘…Though I admit I couldn’t control myself at the end.’

That lovability he felt when Catherine clung to his neck with trembling hands, crying out in pain.

The sweetness of her inner flesh tightly gripping his c*ck.

And that desperation as she looked up at Michael with reddened eyes, clinging with her slender arms.

A tingling satisfaction spread throughout his body. It was so ecstatic that his lower region felt heavy even without ej*culating.

How should he describe that?

That pleasure which perfectly dominated Michael’s body and mind, if only for a fleeting moment.

Catherine’s soft body in his arms, her whimpering voice, her wet eyes that held only him, and the heat felt at their joined parts.

Thinking of that taste of pleasure made his throat dry. It felt like dry sand was scratching his throat and piling up in layers inside his heart.

He wanted to hold Catherine one more time, no… until he couldn’t move a finger. What would it feel like to thrust his body into that wet p*ssy and pound his hips like a madman?

‘I must be crazy. What am I thinking?’

He snapped back to reality after recalling the pleasure he had felt at the edge of climax. Unaware of Michael’s dark thoughts, Catherine continued to pout and grumble innocently.

“I told you something like that wouldn’t fit.”

“…But it did fit.”

Michael answered lazily in a husky, lowered voice, making Catherine jerk her head up and exclaim in disbelief.

“You call that fitting? You forced your way in!”

She glared with all her might, not knowing that her naturally gentle eye corners made her look not fierce at all.

Michael smiled and asked.

“Did it hurt that much?”

“It still hurts. Didn’t it hurt you at all?”

“No, it hurt me too.”

Catherine narrowed her eyes and glared at him in disbelief when he said he had also felt pain.

Then she suddenly realized something strange about a certain part of their bodies that were still pressed together. She asked in a voice of dawning realization.

“Is this, by any chance, that thing?”

Michael averted his gaze without answering. Catherine panicked, pulling her hips back and shouting.

“Why, why is it still er*ect?”

“Why, you ask. Well.”

…Because I couldn’t properly finish.

He muttered with an exasperated sigh, but Catherine’s face showed she didn’t understand. Michael grabbed her waist as she tried to sneak away, pulling her close to his body.

“I won’t eat you. Don’t run away.”

“I-I feel like I’m going to be eaten! You monster…”

“No. Since I won’t, just stay still. It will subside soon.”

“Michael, can I seriously say one thing?”

“What is it?”

“I think you… have a weapon attached to you.”

Really now, calling something attached to a human body a weapon?

Michael bit Catherine’s nose tip in exasperation. She complained in a sulky voice.

“I’m never doing this again. Never. Not doing it.”

Michael smiled at Catherine’s words and patted her shoulder.

“Yes, Catherine. Please don’t. Don’t even think about going around doing this with some other guy. If it hurts this much with someone like me who cares about you, do you think it would be better with someone else?”

Catherine nodded her head vigorously at Michael’s words, but suddenly became puzzled.

But earlier, Michael hadn’t seemed concerned about hurting her…

When he was touching her body and kissing her, she had been in such ecstasy that her reason flew away, but it was different when her body was penetrated. Then it felt like, well, like he was deliberately pushing forward.

“I wonder?”

Catherine murmured as if unsure, but Michael’s voice was so firm.

“Yes, that’s right, trust me.”

She wanted to ask how he knew when she was his first too, but Michael’s expression was so rigid that she said nothing.

Well, what did it matter? She had experienced it anyway and now knew how incredibly painful it was.

Her curiosity was more or less satisfied, and with that complacent thought, Catherine fell peacefully asleep.