Chapter 1 — Ada's Memories Drift Into Time

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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There was a wedding stretching into Saturday and Sunday, ugh, what a messy life. Still, I headed off to Gangnam to congratulate the couple.

At least I felt relieved when I saw the buffet was decent.

I was halfway through enjoying the food when a message popped up from Emma Eun, a junior from my university club.

"David. It's me, Emma. What have you been up to lately?"

I happily replied.

"Emma, it's been so long! How have you been? I've just been working these days."

After that, we exchanged messages, catching up with warmth and nostalgia. Somehow, impulsively, we ended up meeting up in a hurry.

Just thinking about Emma—always bright and positive—made my heart flutter. So I left behind the grim-faced older guys and headed out.

Arriving at the destination, I saw Emma and a satisfied smile came naturally to my face. She led me over to a clothing store, bought me a full outfit, and picked out three pieces for herself.

Emma asked if there was anywhere I wanted to go. I just mentioned somewhere I'd never been.

"I've never been to a private karaoke room. I'd like to check one out."

Without hesitation, she agreed.

The place was packed. We waited fifteen minutes before finally getting our turn and entering the room. I showed her some of my favorite glow-in-the-dark websites, tried on the clothes we'd just bought, and we took selfies, laughing and fooling around.

After that, we watched the movie Hello, Hazel.

Once the lights were off, everything unnecessary faded into darkness, leaving only the movie and Emma's face visible. She gently stroked my soft, tender hand, and I felt the warmth of her smooth touch in return.

She looked at me and asked, pointing at my crotch.

"David… can I touch it?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

I didn't hesitate.

Feeling my cock stiffen, Emma said she'd give me oral, and without another thought, I felt the thrilling sensation of her teeth grazing my shaft. Then she said,

"David… want to taste my pussy?"

At the same moment, she slid down onto me.

It was a whole new world to me. Her warm, wet pussy felt like a weary traveler basking in the gentle warmth of the sun. When she started moving, it was as if I could feel the jaws of an alligator slowly opening and closing around me.

She told me that if I couldn't control my urge to cum, it was okay to wear a condom. I suggested carefully putting one on. Then, watching her pull out a condom she always carried and wrap it around my cock—it was strangely endearing.

She climbed back on top and resumed riding me. With the condom on, I felt no urge to cum at all. My cock felt like some kind of super-conductor, erect without stimulation. Honestly, in hindsight, I started to worry—was I developing desensitization?

I wanted to kiss her. When she leaned in close, I met her lips and tangled my tongue with hers. I caressed her breasts—they felt like firm, elastic balloons. For a moment, I became a child suckling at her nipple.

Even with the condom, I couldn't cum inside her pussy. So Emma took it off and gave me another round of oral.

Honestly, I wanted more—but she seemed eager to finish, and I was satisfied enough. I came into her mouth.

Even though it was my first time doing something like this in a place like that, and I couldn't really take the lead, I'm deeply grateful to Emma for giving me such an unforgettable experience.

Next time we meet, I want to be the one in control.