Chapter 1 — Computer Sex

"Would you have computer sex with me?"

Sarah Lee, a recent women's college graduate, had been spending her days at home preparing for job interviews, but her nights were dedicated to the world of online chat. With money saved from her part-time job, she had built a decent setup—complete with one of the newly emerging webcams. It allowed users to attach a camera to their PC so others could see them during communication, a novelty mostly used by adults on restricted forums.

Sarah Lee, who often stayed up late chatting, had recently upgraded her system. Eager to show off, she uploaded a self-portrait to an adult-only online chat forum, clearly displaying her image.

The online world brought her immense joy. She could engage in thoughtful discussions, play games, chat endlessly, or quickly access any information she desired. But above all, chatting had become her favorite escape from the monotony of job-hunting.

At the moment, she was chatting simultaneously with three men. Though she'd been on several dates, she'd never had a proper boyfriend, so these digital conversations became a source of deep enjoyment. She hadn't met any of them in person, but through pure online chat, a unique bond had formed—especially with one man, with whom she'd grown particularly close.

Confident in her looks and eager to show him, she had gone to great lengths to set up the webcam just for him.

He introduced himself as David Park, a thirty-year-old bachelor. Though the age gap bothered her slightly, she always looked forward to their conversations. A section chief at a major corporation, David Park shared with her every little detail of his workday and life around the office.

She often stayed up late chatting with him, but she didn't mind—she found genuine satisfaction in their talks.

Then, one day, sex began to creep into their conversations.

She couldn't recall who brought it up first, but it started small—innocent questions that gradually deepened. Since they couldn't see each other and didn't even know where the other lived, their words became more honest, more intimate.

Their talks grew increasingly intense—until one day, David Park's message appeared on her screen:

"Have you ever experienced it? If so, could you tell me about it?"

Sarah Lee quickly locked her bedroom door, as if someone might walk in, and continued reading.

"You must've dated boys in school. Most female college students have sexual experience—surely you're not an exception?"

Her face flushed red. The truth was, despite being twenty-three—hardly old—she was nearly ignorant about sex.

But she didn't want David Park to know that. Pride pushed her to type a quick reply.

"I had a sweet, passionate love affair back in school! It was so thrilling—I still remember it vividly!"

She fabricated a story, painting a scene that had never happened. At the same time, she found herself amused by her own lie. How could she, a girl who'd never even shared a proper kiss or felt a man's touch, speak so boldly?

"What about you?" she asked.

Soon, a long message arrived from David Park.

"My first time was in college. The most intense affair I ever had was with a female coworker in my department."

Though she had lied, his words sounded genuine.

From then on, their conversations revolved almost entirely around sex. They discussed foreplay, positions, orgasms—each exchange deeper than the last. Then one day, David Park sent a new message:

"I want to talk face-to-face."

He had set up a webcam too, and now wanted to see each other while chatting.

They had already shared such intimate thoughts—what was there left to hide? Excited by the idea of fully using their webcams, they exchanged numbers.

The phone rang. She pressed the button—and David Park's face appeared on the screen, his voice flowing through the speaker.

"Hello. What do you think of me? Not bad-looking, right?"

His smiling face filled the monitor. Of course, Sarah Lee knew he could see her just as clearly.

"Well, not exactly a heartthrob, but you're handsome enough. You must've broken a few hearts."

She joked into the microphone, half-serious, half-teasing.

But now that they could see each other, Sarah Lee suddenly felt shy talking about sex. The same awkwardness gripped David Park. Their video chats stayed on mundane topics for a while, skirting around the intimacy they'd once freely shared.

Then, one day, David Park cautiously brought up sex again. Once the floodgates opened, they spoke freely, face to face on screen, without hesitation.

One stormy evening, as heavy rain lashed against the windows, David Park made a shocking proposal.

"Let's play a game."

They would take turns asking each other questions. Whoever failed to answer would have to remove one piece of clothing.

They had discussed sex in depth, but undressing in front of each other—even virtually—felt like a huge step. Sarah Lee politely refused.

After that, David Park stopped responding. When she called, he didn't answer.

Maybe he was embarrassed. Maybe he regretted it.

After days of hesitation, Sarah Lee made her decision. She sent him a message through email.

"I accept your request."

The phone rang almost immediately. His bright face appeared on the screen.

"I didn't mean anything by it. I said it without thinking..."

"It's okay. I didn't want to ignore you either. As long as it doesn't burden us, isn't it a game worth trying?"

They agreed to play the next night and set the rules.

They would wear only five pieces of clothing. The loser would fulfill one request from the winner—but only something possible through the monitor.

Sarah Lee couldn't sleep from excitement. She had always been sharp at quizzes—she was confident. In her mind, she pictured David Park naked.

If I win, what should I ask him to do?

She tossed and turned with these thoughts until dawn, when she finally fell asleep.

The next evening, filled with nervous excitement and grim determination, she sat before her computer at the agreed time. Though it was late, she made sure to lock her door. She had already taken a shower.

She wore panties, a bra, pajama pants, a top, and a robe over it all. David Park sat before his screen in a shirt and a thin jacket.

His expression looked tense. Sarah Lee felt a strange mix of excitement and anxiety.

They played rock-paper-scissors to decide who would go first. Sarah Lee won.

She asked her first question—something she'd carefully prepared after consulting friends all day.

But David Park answered easily. When it was his turn, Sarah Lee answered his question without difficulty.

For a while, the game remained balanced—no one had to remove any clothes.

Sarah Lee, who prided herself as a quiz master, realized he was just as clever.

A dark premonition crept over her—and soon came true.

While David Park removed clothes only three times, Sarah Lee's body was fully exposed to him.

Her plump, naked body—never shown to anyone—was now on full display.

Ashamed, she instinctively covered her chest and lower body with her hands.

"That's against the rules," he said, stopping her.

She closed her eyes tightly and told him to make his request.

"Lean straight back against the wall."

Blushing and blaming herself for losing, Sarah Lee obeyed, pressing her back against the wall.

"Imagine a handsome man is standing beside you. Use one hand to caress your breasts."

Sarah Lee thought the request was childish and excessive—but they had made a promise. She couldn't refuse.

Slowly, she began to stroke her breasts as instructed.

David Park's requests continued.

When she touched her nipples, warmth surged through her chest. Unconsciously, her breathing grew heavy.

As her hand brushed the hardened nub, a sharp thrill shot through her body.

His demands went on. Overwhelmed by pleasure she couldn't control, her hand slid down between her legs.

She touched the soft, untouched folds she had never explored herself, slipping into her gently parted pussy.

She was already soaked. Seeking deeper pleasure, she moved her hand faster.

The excitement became unbearable. Hot liquid streamed from between her fingers.

Her emotions intensified—her hands kneaded her breasts and circled her clit, movements growing quicker.

Lost in overwhelming pleasure, she suddenly heard his voice.

"Open your eyes. Look at me."

To her shock, David Park was naked on the screen.

His muscular body, his fully erect cock—Sarah Lee felt her heart might burst.

His face flushed, his hand moving rapidly.

Unable to stand any longer, she collapsed onto the floor. A fierce desire consumed her.

An indescribable orgasm surged through her, and her consciousness blurred.

Through a white haze, David Park's naked form approached. She felt his hands caressing her breasts.

She arched her hips, opening her burning pussy to him.

He plunged deep inside her. She moved her hips wildly, taking him in.

Moans filled the room. A hot presence inside her spilled out.

Suddenly, silence.

The square ceiling came into view.

Her body was drenched in sweat. Her lower half soaked.

She looked at the monitor—David Park was gone.

Sarah Lee felt as if she had dreamed it all.

But whether it was dream or reality, it was a new experience for her.

The next morning, she changed her phone number and cut off all contact with David Park.

One time was enough.