The man’s organ moved slowly, pushing deeper inside. Then just as slowly, it withdrew halfway.

“Mmph. You’re tighter than I imagined. Squeezing me like you might break me.”

His pained groan sent shivers across her skin wherever it touched.

With each thrust of his hips, the unfamiliar sensation repeated. The pain from her flesh rubbing against his p*nis made her see stars, yet simultaneously, she felt a growing satisfaction from the emptiness being filled.

This strange, almost itchy sensation spread throughout her body as he moved deliberately slowly, making her increasingly desperate and feeling like she might die.

He seemed to be moving slowly on purpose. When she looked at his face, she could see a smirk forming at the corners of his mouth beneath the mask.

“F-faster…”

Debbie urged him impatiently.

“Faster what?”

Debbie raised her upper body slightly, looking down to encourage him.

Between her spread legs, she could see the man’s pelvis pressed tightly against hers, his organ connected to her body as one. At that moment, her v*gina seemed to tighten, gushing fluid. The realization that two different people could connect as one body struck her with unfamiliar shock.

His exposed organ glistened with her fluids, slowly disappearing then half-emerging in a repeated rhythm. Meanwhile, Debbie felt breathless from the tickling sensation that made her toes curl.

“Put it in faster.”

Tears formed in Debbie’s eyes. She couldn’t understand why, but she felt she might suffocate from impatience. He lowered his head and licked her tears.

Debbie tightly embraced his upper body, pulling him close as she desperately whispered in his ear.

“Please!”

His hips began moving in a steady rhythm.

“Tell me if it hurts.”

Despite saying this, he increased the speed of his thrusts like someone afraid she might ask him to stop.

Her body bounced with each impact where they connected. He gripped her pelvis more firmly to steady her.

The places he gripped hurt. The wet, dull sounds grew faster.

Each time, the space between her legs burned hot like kindling. He expertly stimulated some deep erogenous zone within her vaginal walls.

“Hngh! Ah!”

Moans escaped her lips almost simultaneously with the rhythm of his thrusting hips.

She’d heard that women hardly feel pleasure during their first time, yet this electrifying sensation that made her gasp with each thrust—what was it?

When he thrust deeply, her breath caught as though the world turned black; when he pulled back, she felt empty, as though this pleasure might end.

Debbie dug her nails into his shoulders, clinging to him desperately.

“Ah! Ah!”

Debbie felt embarrassed by the moans escaping her mouth.

“Make noise. Don’t hold back. Your moans are praise for my lovemaking.”

He whispered to her while panting.

“How is it? Is this first experience to your liking?”

Instead of answering, she released a rough moan.

She wished he would move faster rather than speak another word.

His rough, stiff pubic hair brushed against her tender flesh. Her own fluids mixed with his, creating a mess.

The sensation was vivid because it was so unfamiliar, unlike anything she’d experienced before.

Additionally, something kept slapping against her b*ttocks, and the moment she realized it was his t*sticles, her l*bia quivered and convulsed even more.

A tingling sensation rose whenever their flesh pressed together. Her vaginal muscles suddenly stiffened.

“Ugh!”

He hastily pulled out his p*nis. Then he turned Debbie’s body, making her bend over the table.

“What? You said it was your first time, but you know how to enjoy it. Are you really a first-timer?”

“It really is my first time!”

Debbie blushed furiously as she snapped.

“What should I be doing if it’s my first time?”

“I’m sorry if I offended you.”

He chuckled before speaking.

“Usually, first-timers are so focused on enduring the pain that it’s almost pitiful to penetrate them. But you’ve been greedily swallowing and releasing my p*nis. I almost came inside just now, which is why I pulled out quickly. May I put it back in after I finish separately?”

He turned his body and gripped his p*nis, stroking it up and down.

Seeing a man m*sturbate for the first time, Debbie stared blankly, not even realizing her mouth was open. Soon, cloudy liquid spurted from his p*nis.

“Damn it.”

He muttered as he turned around.

“Just looking at you with your legs spread makes me hard again. Do you know how sexy you are right now?”

He approached Debbie as she bent over, rubbing his organ between her legs before pushing it back in.

“Ugh!”

Tears pricked her eyes from the pain as his now dry organ burrowed inside her again.

He muttered a curse under his breath. As he thrust back and forth, her fluids immediately welled up, making everything wet again.

“So moist, warm, and soft. Why do our bodies fit together so well?”

“You… you think we’re compatible?”

He buried his face in Debbie’s back.

“Even when I’m still, your insides nibble at my p*nis like they might make me explode. It’s driving me crazy.”

Thump, thump, thump.

He frantically moved his hips in desperation. All the while, moans kept bursting from his mouth.

“I only agreed because you asked me to teach you.”

He breathed softly through his teeth. He pulled out his p*nis to catch his breath. Debbie also hurriedly regulated her breathing.

Simultaneously, the thick column plunged deeper than ever before. In that moment, Debbie’s vision turned pure white.

The most intense pleasure she had ever experienced gripped her along her spine. Her v*gina contracted sharply and convulsed.

“Haah!”

Her toes curled involuntarily and her back arched. She wanted to say something, but the pleasure penetrating to the back of her head was so electrifying that she couldn’t form any words.

In the moment of trembling, intoxicated by the pleasure sweeping through her entire body, he too released a deep moan before urgently withdrawing his organ.

Just as he left her entrance, he ej*culated, narrowly spraying his s*men outside her v*gina. It was a close call.

Panting heavily, he stepped back and sat on the sofa. However, even after he had withdrawn, Debbie couldn’t get up from the table where she lay bent over, still overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure.

After resting briefly to regain his strength, he wiped her clean with a towel and helped her to lie on the sofa.

Then he pulled her hand and placed it on her vaginal entrance. When Debbie tried to remove her hand from the slick, sticky area, he stopped her.

“You said you were curious about the first experience. Feel it yourself. The changes in your body.”

Debbie placed her fingers on her entrance as he instructed. Remarkably, she could feel her v*gina moving on its own, clenching and unclenching.

“This is the state of climax.”

“Climax?”

He lay beside her, fondling her chest as he spoke.

“Yes, climax. For men, the greatest pleasure comes briefly during ej*culation. But for women, that joy lasts quite a while even after finishing. See? You’re still enjoying it.”

“Ah…”

Debbie removed her fingers and looked at what was on her hand. There was cloudy blood foam mixed with bodily fluids.

“You enjoyed it quite well for a first experience. You have a naturally sensitive body that can enjoy intercourse more fully.”

He patted Debbie’s b*ttocks and rose reluctantly, smacking his lips.

“I’ll wash up and be on my way. Now that you’ve properly had your first experience, I suppose that interview or whatever you mentioned is done?”

Debbie also hesitated to let him go when he said he was leaving.

“Can we meet again?”

“I wonder.”

He made a gesture of locking his lips toward Debbie, then smiled and entered the shower.

By the time the water sounds ended, he didn’t come back out through the shower room door.

‘Come to think of it, did the company even have a shower?’

The bathroom only had a simple sink for washing hands.

Hoping against hope, Debbie went to the shower room and opened the door slightly. Indeed, no one was there.

Only the remaining moisture provided evidence that he had showered there. There was no other exit.

Feeling somewhat bewitched, Debbie opened the door and came out. Then she noticed the familiar display cabinet of the costume room.

When surprised Debbie turned around, there was no door there. Her heart sank in shock, but she remembered she was quite drunk.

‘The alcohol is the problem. My sense of direction is completely messed up.’

Surely she hadn’t enjoyed herself with a ghost. She must have been confused due to the alcohol or had a blackout, forgetting the intermediate process. That would explain why she was now in the costume room.

Only then did Debbie fully realize that she had spent the night with a man.

All she knew about him was one small clue—that he was one of the freelance journalists who frequented Banana Publishing House.

They had enjoyed a secret pleasure together that others wouldn’t know about, but they couldn’t become anything to each other. Though she had prepared herself for this, she couldn’t help feeling empty.

Debbie returned home. Despite a day full of strange experiences and drinking so much alcohol, oddly enough, she couldn’t sleep.

She had drunk so much and shared her first experience with a stranger for quite some time, so she should have fallen asleep the moment her back touched the bed. Instead, her mind grew increasingly clear.

The experience of becoming one with him kept replaying in her mind.

Strangely, her lower abdomen began to feel tingly again, and some mysterious emotion seemed to bloom somewhere inside her.

I need to sleep to go to work tomorrow. I can write the column while preserving these emotions.

Debbie reminded herself. A moment later, she turned to the other side, sighed, then tossed and turned again.

Though she could still smell alcohol on her breath, the more she tried to sleep, the more soberly awake she felt.

“Argh!”

Debbie got up, turned on the lamp, and sat at her desk.

“I might as well write while the memory is fresh. Miss Patch’s first column. By writing about this experience, I should be able to reach a conclusion about what s*x is.”

Debbie took out her notebook and pressed down firmly with her fountain pen. However, when she tried to write explicitly about what she had done with him, she found it too embarrassing to put into words.

She took out a “Troublesome” magazine from the bookshelf, opened a page, and compared it with what she had written. Then she tore up her writing, crumpled it, and threw it away.

“This isn’t right.”

Debbie began writing again with renewed determination.

Something tickled her nose, making her feel like a good sneeze would help, but neither the sneeze nor her writer’s block would resolve.

“I can’t remember already!”

Debbie’s face turned bright red. She kept thinking about his hands slowly removing white gloves. She recalled the order in which he had touched her body.

“He touched here, then brushed here. And then…”

Irritated, Debbie tore up what she was writing again. She jumped up and paced aimlessly around the room, arms crossed, ruminating on her thoughts.

After a while, she hesitantly removed her clothes. Then she looked at her body in the mirror. She examined her neck, br*asts, and stomach in sequence.

The kiss marks he had left were soaked into her body like flower dye. Following the traces he had left, she caressed her own body with her hands.