Chapter 1 — A Virgin No More

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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My second year of university was quietly drawing to a close.

A biting early winter wind brushed against my tender cheeks.

It had already been over six months since I'd broken up with Taesung.

Trying to calm my restless heart, I visited an online chat room—one I'd never given a second glance to before.

I'd met him there about a week earlier.

With the semester break dragging on, I'd found myself chatting longer than usual.

Countless rooms created by men cluttered the board.

Among the password-protected ones, I picked one that seemed decent and sent a message.

He invited me in—and immediately suggested we talk about sex.

I didn't resist. I'd met men like this before, and the idea didn't unsettle me.

But he felt different—less crude, more honest. We shared stories, thoughts, desires.

For nearly a week, we chatted for about two hours every day.

He was… interesting.

When the weekend came, he suggested we meet.

I was curious—who was this man, really?

To be honest, I also wondered how good he was in bed.

Most men who ran these chat rooms demanded to meet immediately, throwing tantrums if denied. But he waited. He had patience—a strange, quiet allure.

He always treated me with respect.

Yet there was something undeniable about him—something I couldn't name, like an invisible force.

A kind of magic that pulled me in…

What should I wear?

On Saturday morning, I woke up and began preparing.

I showered, then laid out several outfits.

I considered pants, but decided a skirt would be better.

At exactly six, I arrived at the meeting spot. My phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, it's me. Where are you?"

"I'm right in front of the café entrance."

"Can you see me?"

I looked around—and spotted him easily, hand raised.

"Hi."

"You came early."

He was a man in his thirties, neatly dressed.

His face was pleasant, even handsome, and he was about 175 cm tall.

The look in his eyes when he saw me was unmistakably satisfied.

We exchanged light greetings and headed to a nearby restaurant.

We ordered simple food and talked about all sorts of things.

Even though we'd already chatted for a week, he seemed to have no shortage of things to say.

He asked slightly mischievous questions, but his tone remained pleasant.

Even as we ate, he kept the conversation flowing.

But he felt different in person.

Was this really the same man I'd been having those risqué chats with?

The thought made me smirk quietly.

I listened quietly, careful not to reveal too much about myself.

After finishing our meal, we moved to a nearby café.

It was Saturday, so the place wasn't empty.

We found a quiet corner and sat down.

He asked me what my first impression of him was.

I said he seemed comfortable—easy to be around.

Then, in a soft voice, he began asking me intimate questions.

Answering such things face-to-face was embarrassing.

My face burned.

He remained calm, composed.

Under his gaze, I found myself answering—unable to resist.

I glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention, then responded to his questions.

For about thirty minutes, he asked me things he'd already asked online—how I felt about sex, my experiences, my desires.

I answered casually, but inside, I was aroused.

"What color is your underwear today?"

"White."

I mumbled the reply.

"What style of panties?"

"T-back."

My face flared again.

"Oh, that sounds pretty… you'll show me, right?"

He said, taking my hand.

"What?"

I knew this might happen, but I couldn't hide the tremor in my voice.

Anxiety and anticipation—clashing emotions left me trembling.

A sense of surrender washed over me—let it happen.

He seemed to read my mind. He said just one thing.

"Let's go to a motel now."

He stood, pulling me up by the hand.

I followed him out of the café.

A cold wind brushed against my flushed face.

It cooled me slightly, bringing back a sliver of clarity.

What was I doing?

These kinds of meetings always made me uneasy.

What should I do?

I followed him, hesitating with every step.

If I tried to leave now, he wouldn't let me.

Reluctantly, I walked on, feeling dragged along.

We got into his car and drove off somewhere.

"Fine. Since it's come this far, I might as well enjoy it."

I let the music playing in the car carry my thoughts.

The warm air and soft melody eased my nerves.

I stole a glance at him.

My eyes flickered down to his crotch.

What did it look like under there?

I smiled faintly, staring out the window.

He didn't talk much in the car.

It was a little awkward, but the motel wasn't far.

He paid, and the clerk left.

We were alone.

I took off my coat.

He stepped toward me.

My heart pounded.

Without a word, he pulled me into his arms.

I felt the firmness of his chest.

Then he kissed me—gently.

The softest, most tender kiss I'd ever experienced.

A man with experience—he was different.

He kissed my neck, then my ear.

"Mmm~~"

"Good?"

"Y-yes~"

I suddenly snapped back to reality.

Was I really saying this? Sounding like some lustful woman?

I felt ashamed.

But he didn't give me time to think.

His lips and hands roamed every inch of my body.

He was skilled at foreplay.

Even now, just remembering it makes my body warm.

His hand slid down my back, reaching my buttocks.

He gently lifted one, cupping it.

Then he began touching my breasts.

"Ahh~~ ah."

I closed my eyes, surrendering completely to his touch.

My body grew hot, and I could feel arousal seeping out.

His hand pushed up my skirt, caressing my thigh.

I lifted my leg, wrapping it around his waist.

His hand stroked my nearly bare buttock.

His technique was impressive.

His fingers moved inward, brushing past my anus, grazing my most private spot.

"Ahh..."

I could feel his hardness pressing against me.

He lowered my leg and began unbuttoning my blouse.

My breasts, hidden beneath a white bra, were exposed.

He cupped them lightly, kissing his way down.

His hand slid down my waist.

A sharp thrill shot through me.

He knelt, kissing my stomach.

"Ahh~~"

His hand returned under my skirt, caressing my thighs and buttocks again.

I let go of his head and pulled down the zipper of my skirt.

He tugged it down, and it slid to the floor.

He stood and unhooked my bra.

The moment my bare chest was revealed, I lowered my head.

I saw his hands close around my breasts.

His other hand gently brushed my hair aside, lifting my chin.

His eyes were full of a quiet smile.

Slowly, his lips moved toward me.

Then down, toward my chest.

One hand fondled my other breast as his mouth sucked gently on my nipple.

His hand slipped between my legs.

He pressed firmly—and felt how wet I was.

He turned me around, kissing from my shoulders down my back.

He licked my buttocks—exposed by the T-back panties.

"Mmm~~~"

I turned my head to look at him, licking me.

He pulled my panties down.

I turned back to face him, completely naked.

He placed a soft kiss over my pubic hair and stood.

"Ahh~~~ phew."

A deep sigh escaped my lips.

"Good?"

"Yes..."

He began undressing.

A strong, masculine body.

When he pulled off his bulging briefs, his cock sprang up.

We kissed, completely naked.

His hard cock pressed against my stomach.

He rubbed it against my body as we kissed.

I pressed myself tightly against him.

"Wanna go take a shower?"

We went into the bathroom together.

We washed each other's bodies.

The excitement still hadn't faded.

After carefully cleaning my most intimate area, we dried off and stepped out.

He laid me down on the bed.

He started from below, moving upward.

Licking from my toes, up my legs, along my thighs—slowly climbing.

"Ahh~~"

Moans spilled from my lips, rising from deep within.

He spread my legs and slid his tongue inside, licking me thoroughly.

"Mmm~~"

I struggled to suppress my moans. My legs tensed.

"Hahh… hahh~~"

Each movement of his lips and tongue made my breath grow faster.

He focused only on that spot.

His tongue, teasing my clitoris, made all my arousal surge out.

"Put it in… please."

I begged.

He looked at me for a moment, smiled, and put on a condom.

I spread my legs, gazing at him with eyes full of longing and plea.

There was no shame, no awkwardness.

He slid into me—effortlessly.

There was a slight foreign sensation, uncomfortable at first, but warm.

He moved slowly.

With each motion, more wetness flowed, and he gradually increased his pace.

My body burned hotter.

"Haaah! Hahh!"

"Ahh~~~"

"I'm happy."

Words spilled from my mouth, beyond my control.

He varied his rhythm—fast, then slow.

Sometimes he thrust all the way in and paused, completely still.

Each time, he smiled at me, and I smiled back.

His movements slowly drove me toward climax.

As my breathing grew ragged and my moans louder, he matched his pace, speeding up.

The sound of our bodies slapping grew louder.

His own moans joined mine.

"Ahh~~~"

"Aaah, yes, yes—ahh ahh!"

When I reached climax, he thrust hard, again and again.

"Ahhaa! Haa! Aaahhh!"

"Hmm… hmm, yes, yes! Good, so good!"

I came—orgasm washing over me.

"I'm… I'm going to come! I'm gonna come!"

"Aaauugh—ugh! Ahh ahh!"

He sped up wildly, matching my peak.

"Ahh~~"

I felt him come.

The condom was filled with his semen.

He pulled it off and brought his cock to my lips.

A few last drops of semen fell into my mouth.

The distinct smell filled my nose and mouth, but in my aroused state, it didn't feel unpleasant.

I didn't like oral sex—I wasn't good at it.

But now, excited and indebted to him for pleasuring me so deeply, I couldn't refuse.

He pushed his cock into my mouth and began moving his hips.

Without thinking, I started sucking in rhythm with him.

His cock softened slightly.

He held my head, turned his body, and lay back on the bed—keeping my mouth on him as I rose.

I knelt, sucking his cock.

No one told me to, but I did it naturally, as if I'd been doing it for years.

I felt his hand stroking my hair.

I kept sucking, glancing up at him.

He was smiling.

I gave a small smile back and continued.

His cock began to stiffen again.

It grew, filling my mouth.

I couldn't move it quickly inside.

He guided me—using my tongue, sucking his balls, massaging with my hand.

His breathing grew faster.

Not long after, he seemed close. He pressed my head down, urging me to take him deeper.

Suddenly, he pushed my head hard—immobilizing me.

I knew he was about to come.

"Mmm~~ mmm."

I groaned loudly, trying to pull away, but he held my head firmly.

Then he came—hot semen flooding my mouth.

Even after finishing, he didn't release my head.

I looked up at him.

He wore a sly, knowing smile.

I understood—he wanted me to swallow.

I didn't want to, but spitting it on his cock felt impossible.

I had no choice. I nodded—agreeing.

He let go.

I pulled his cock out, closed my eyes tightly—and swallowed.

I'd tasted it before, but the aftertaste in my mouth and nose was heavy, not clean.

He gestured for me to come beside him.

I lay down next to him.

He kissed me.

Even though his lips must have carried my taste, he kissed me without hesitation.

And his mouth—surely still held traces of my wetness.

We lay entwined like that for a long time, catching our breath.