CHAPTER 42

As Taejun muttered to himself, a heated excitement spread throughout Minhee’s body. A warm sensation flowed from below, trickling down her hip bones.

Minhee, unsure where to look, eventually covered her face with her palms. Her face felt hot against her hands. She whimpered softly.

“Don’t look…….”

With a wry smile, Taejun took hold of Minhee’s wrist and pulled it down.

“I can’t promise that. Keep your hands here.”

He placed Minhee’s hands on the top of his head and lowered his head between her legs.

Grabbing her thighs and spreading them apart, he stuck his tongue out and gave her drenched p*ssy a long lick. Her back arched, her hands frantically pushing his head away.

“Aaahhh, Taejun, what are you doing, wait, ahhhhh!”

A mixture of saliva and ar*usal stretched from Taejun’s tongue.

The moment he saw Minhee’s exposed pink flesh, Taejun realized his cognitive functions had reached their limit. He had to reluctantly admit that he was nothing more than a h*rny male, no different from countless other men in the world.

He couldn’t think of anything except the desire to bury himself deep inside her.

He folded Minhee’s struggling legs upward and firmly gripped her soft thighs. Then he lowered his lips to her reddened p*ssy. The pointed tip of his tongue pressed firmly against the swollen mound and swirled it around, eliciting a sobbing moan from Minhee.

His thick, long fingers teased the slick entrance repeatedly.

“Ah, too much, ah!”

The moment his finger breached the narrow entrance, Minhee screamed in pain.

“It hurts…!”

Minhee bucked her hips between pl*asure and pain, trying to get her legs to come together.

‘Darn it. I wanted to avoid this situation.”

A single finger slipped tightly into the tiny hole in the thin membrane of elasticated muscle. It was narrow, too narrow even for a finger. To get anything larger than a finger in, he had no choice but to tear through this thin, fragile-looking membrane.

A cold sweat ran down Taejun’s spine at the thought of Minhee having to see him suffer for her. It was even worse when he thought about his own size.

‘How do I get my c*ck in the least painful way?’

Taejun decided that it would be best to keep Minhee as relaxed and distracted as possible, and then slide in as quickly as possible.

One of his hands crawled up Minhee’s chest, fitting her swollen n*pple between his fingers, gently rubbing. At the same time, he pressed his lips against hers, sucking it in and tickling it with his tongue, causing Minhee’s waist to jerk up as if shocked.

“Ugh…!!”

He cautiously felt the hot and slippery inner walls, bending his inserted finger, probing. He could feel Minhee trembling, unable to push him away or pull him closer. When his finger grazed a certain spot, Minhee’s thigh spasmed. She grabbed a handful of his hair.

“Taejun, stop! Ahh, the finger–!”

“Shh… It’s okay. It won’t hurt, so bear with it.”

Taejun muttered as he pressed his lips to her cl*t, and Minhee shuddered and shook. At the same time, her hot ar*usal fl*id spurted onto his palm.

As if receiving a signal, Taejun’s tongue applied gentle pressure, teasing the swollen node. His finger persistently rubbed a certain area. Gasping and calling out to him desperately, Minhee soon arched her back and shuddered.

“Taejun! Ahh! Ugh….”

Minhee screamed, tears mixing with her cries as she reached cl*max. Taejun buried his lips between her quivering thighs, feeling the tightness of her inner flesh that threatened to cut off his fingers, and felt his p*nis, which he thought was already er*ect to the limit, swelling to a painfully stiff hardness.

His head felt drunkenly heavy and his heart pounded as he breathed in Minhee’s sweet scent. Taejun pushed himself up, wiped his damp lips with the back of his hand, and looked down at Minhee.

Her still trembling, pale body was flushed as if a flower had blossomed, her heaving chest rising and falling with each gasping breath. Teardrops rolled down her tightly closed eyes.

‘Ha. How can she be so beautiful? Can someone like me take the first time of such a woman? This is the kind of behavior that belongs to exchanging emotional connection like love.’

His hand, halfway through pulling down the zipper, stopped.

Having come this far, a slight sense of guilt crept into his mind. As if sensing Taejun’s hesitation, Minhee wiggled her eyebrows and opened her eyes. Her feverish, unfocused eyes gradually focused on him.

“Bedside drawer……, ha, condoms…….”

Her words came out falteringly, barely coherent. Taejun’s brain, which had been barely functioning, went blank. He reached out his long arm and pulled out a condom from the bedside drawer, quickly discarding his pants and briefs.

“……sh*t!”

Taejun muttered a series of expletives as he looked at the letter ‘L’ on the condom wrapper. The size was small. He wondered for about 0.1 seconds if he should go to his room and get a condom, then gave up. He didn’t want to give Minhee any room to change her mind in that short time.

“Eek–!!”

The sound of a startled intake of breath made him look up, he saw Minhee sitting halfway up, her eyes fixed on his cr*tch. Her already large eyes widened even more. Her pupils shook as if in an earthquake and he could see the blood drain from her face.

The way she was suddenly looking around, she was ready to run away.

“I, I don’t think it’s a good idea! It’s, it’s too big….”

Minhee kept her gaze fixed on Taejun and fumbled with her hands, pulling his shirt up to her chest. She hadn’t realized that one of her br*asts was exposed, and she was clumsily covering her pure white body with his dark shirt, which had a tiny tear in it.

Trying to cover her body with a men’s shirt. Taejun felt like he was about to explode, whether from embarrassment or frustration. It seemed even crazier not knowing how he appeared to her, behaving like that.

“It’s already too late. The point of no return has long passed.”

Taejun stretched the tight condom to its limit and slipped it over his p*nis. He gently pushed Minhee with his body, supporting her trembling neck with his hand, watching her with frightened eyes. He gently took the shirt she was clutching to her chest like a shield from her hand and threw it to the floor.

He stroked her cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, then showered her face with light kisses. Trying to hide his impatience, he brought his lips to her ear.

“It might hurt a bit at first. It’s the same with anyone, not just you. I’ll make it feel good for you. So, baby, please… tell me you want this.”

Ha. Clearly, those words were coming from his lips, but they didn’t feel like his own.

‘I never thought I’d say something like this.’

He had never called someone by a cheesy term of endearment like ‘baby’ in his thirty-two years of life. He had never pleaded like this before, even with his desire clouding his brain, reason vanished, leaving only the instinct of a male tempting a female he desired, performing strange and ticklish actions.

“Yeah… I want to, Taejun… I want to…”

Minhee looked at Taejun with hazy eyes, raising her hand to cup his face. She murmured several times in a voice that sounded like a whisper, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. As Taejun continued kissing her fervently, he spread Minhee’s legs wide open.

He rubbed the length of his c*ck between her ar*usal fl*id-soaked legs, soaking them thoroughly, then rolled his fingers around her cl*t. Minhee, who had been stiff with tension, shuddered slightly as the stimulation hit the place left in the aftermath of her cl*max.

“Hmmmm……!”

The moment Minhee relaxed her tension, Taejun thrust inside her.

“Ah!! It hurts, ugh, it hurts!”

He forced his way through the cramped entrance, but it was a struggle, only managed to get the tip of his p*nis in.

Minhee writhed in pain and discomfort as if someone had split her in half. Her fingernails left red marks as she pushed against Taejun’s chest.

Taejun gritted his teeth against the pressure of the narrow lining that wrapped around the sensitive tip of his gl*ns and throbbed.

“I’m sorry… Just a little more, if you endure, it’ll get better. I won’t move.”

Suppressing his groans, he spoke laboriously.

“I, I can’t breathe, it hurts!!”

Breathing heavily, Minhee’s large eyes blurred as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her whole body was stiff and rigid, shaking like someone who had just rolled bareback across a snowfield.

Taejun restrained his movements as much as possible, gently caressing her head and wiping away the tears with his lips. Seeing her cry felt like someone was squeezing his heart tightly. His resolve weakened rapidly. Maybe it was time to stop here today.

“Should I stop? Should I pull out?”

“No! Just pull out a little! Hnnng!”

Minhee insisted, even as tears trickled from the corners of her eyes and down her temples. Taejun already felt a sense of guilt for what he had done. He felt the resistance of the narrow walls that had never been stretched before, constricting around him, squeezing tighter every time Minhee struggled.

Regaining his composure, Taejun withdrew his p*nis a bit, then pushed forward a little more. Despite the tightly clenched walls resisting till the end, Minhee didn’t give up.

“Ugh, then I’ll ease up a bit. It might hurt if I push too hard.”

“Hmm, it hurts so much. Is it all in now? There’s nothing left, right?”