Chapter 1 — Maybe, We, If — Part One (1)

I was about to walk away with the cheers fading behind me, moving at an easy pace, when I glanced over and saw her—the older woman who looked like a certain idol—crying.

"Why are you crying?"

"Oh, it's just... that song. My ex used to sing it so well... It's nothing, really. Don't worry about me."

No sooner had she said it than she collapsed into her friend's arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

What even is love... What does romance mean... Tsk.

The manager asked,"Drinks?"

"I, uh… I didn't bring my wallet..."

"..."

We left the karaoke room and scattered toward the parking lot. Ahead, on a bench, I spotted familiar clothes.

Sitting alone was the same woman—the older woman who looked like a certain idol—who had been crying endlessly earlier.

Her mascara was smeared badly, as if she'd cried for a long time. Luckily, a convenience store was right there, so I bought some cleansing wipes and walked over.

I held them out in front of her hand.

"You okay?"

She looked up at me, startled, then nodded with teary eyes.

"Cheer up. I don't know what happened, but men are everywhere in this world."

I turned to leave, but then thought—it's late, and leaving her like this feels wrong. So I came back.

"Where do you live? I'll drive you."

The entire ride home, she didn't say a word—just sniffled quietly. I couldn't say anything, either. What could I possibly say?

After about twenty minutes, we reached a quiet neighborhood. I stopped the car at the entrance to an alley.

She fumbled with her bag, gathering her things. As she closed the door to leave, I said,"Be careful getting home."

She slammed the door shut without answering and walked off. I shook my head slowly, about to drive away, when suddenly the passenger door flung open. It was her.

"Do you know how unattractive a nice guy can be?"

"..."

Caught off guard by the sudden question, I just looked at her before speaking.

"I know."

"..."

She smiled faintly.

"Still, I can't help it. It's just my nature."

After hesitating for a moment, she climbed back into the passenger seat.

"Let's go."

"Where to?"

When I asked, she looked straight at me, then turned forward again.

"Tonight… comfort me."

We were lying together, wrapped in each other's arms, both completely naked.

"When you came here, what did you think?"

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't think I was the kind of woman who sleeps around, did you?"

"Ha, no."

I brushed her hair back and met her eyes.

"I'm the type who does sleep around, though."

"Ha ha ha."

She rolled over and climbed on top of me.

"You smell nice."

Her lips brushed softly over my chest, trailing down.

"You have a girlfriend?"

"No. Why?"

She gave a light laugh.

"Just wondering… if I could leave a few kiss marks or something."

Her lips slowly moved from my chest down to just above my navel.

She was skilled, yet I could feel her trembling. And her hot breath. She sucked gently just below my chest, leaving a small mark, then lifted her head and looked at me.

"Do you like it?"

"Of course."

Her lips met mine. Instantly, our tongues pressed together, clinging tightly.

Gasping for air, she pulled back, but saliva still connected us.

"I don't usually like kissing much..."

She placed her hand on the back of my neck.

"Yet I feel strangely turned on..."

Then again, we kissed fiercely, as if devouring each other's breath. When I stroked her hair, I felt her shiver involuntarily beneath my touch.

"Do you like it when I touch your hair?"

"Yes."

From the back of her neck down to the middle of her back, I kissed slowly, sometimes dragging my tongue. I enjoyed the quiet way she parted her lips and let out soft moans.

"You're pounding now, aren't you?"

"...How do you know?"

I laid her flat and pressed my ear to her chest. She wrapped her hand gently around my head.

"I can hear it… your heartbeat…"

I raised one hand and cupped her breast, holding it right in front of my face.

Her small breasts, perfectly shaped and smooth, excited me even more.

As I stared at them, cradled in my palm, she whispered beside me,"They're not fake."

"I know. I can tell."

I gently bit her nipple with my teeth, then rolled my tongue over the tip.

"Ah..."

She was slowly heating up. The mound under my hand grew warmer.

"When was the last time you had sex?"

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason. Just curious."

I kissed around her areola, smiling."You're already wet, even though I haven't really touched you yet."

"You're annoying."

Her center was already swollen fully.

I gently spread her with my index and middle fingers. Her red inner flesh glistened, and a deep valley filled with slick fluid came into view.

As soon as her folds opened, her arousal began trickling down toward her anus.

"Stop looking..."

Embarrassed, she pulled her legs together.

But when she tensed her thighs, her tanned legs parted slightly, revealing her sex clearly—like a mussel, vivid and exposed.

I wanted to press my tongue into that slit. So I lifted her legs, keeping them pulled in.

"What are you doing..."

When my face disappeared between her thighs, she seemed startled at first—then quickly let out a moan.

"Ah... Ah..."

I parted one side of her lips and slowly licked up her exposed inner petal with my tongue.

Softly, slowly. Her wetness coated my tongue and slickened her petals.

"Ah... too good..."

I used the underside of my tongue to gently rub her petals and the area beside her clit, slowly heating her. In contrast, her breathing grew increasingly ragged.

"Haa... Ah... Mmm..."

When her bed was soaked beneath her, I gently lifted the hood of her clit with my thumb.

I took the hood into my mouth, moving my lips slowly over it. The friction made her twist her body.

"I want... your lips."

"Hm? Why?"

"I feel... electric all over right now."

Her face was already cycling between flushed and pale.

"You like anal, don't you?"

She looked at me, startled.

"How did you know?"

"Earlier, when I was touching you there. You reacted instantly, like you were waiting. Your muscles gently tightened and released."

I spread both her legs. She pretended to resist, but slowly let them open.

I smeared her arousal onto my fingers and lightly brushed it over her anus.

The soft, elastic resistance—every time I touched her, she responded.

"Ah..."

I gently coated her anus with her own wetness and circled the rim slowly. Then, carefully, I pushed my index finger just inside.

I felt slight tightness, then her sphincter slowly yielded, pressing around my finger.

"It's so hot."

"Ah... I don't know."

I tried a small piston motion. Her thick muscles gripped my finger tightly, refusing to let go.

"But, did you know this?"

I kissed the inside of her thighs as I spoke.

"The inside of the anus and the vaginal wall are very thin. So if I put fingers in both and squeeze like pincers..."

I pushed my thumb into her vagina and slowly curled it. With both fingers inside, I began rubbing them against each other, mimicking a clench.

"How does it feel?"

"Ah... I've never felt this before..."

"Good?"

"Yes... Ah... Ah..."

She was overwhelmed with excitement.

"And if I move my thumb upward inside, carefully so it doesn't hurt, I can stimulate the G-spot like this."

"Haaak!"

Her breath came in sharp, ragged bursts.

"One last thing..."

I lifted the hood of her clit with my tongue and began sucking it gently.

"Ah... Ah... Please..."

She grabbed my head with both arms. What must it feel like, to be attacked at once in the anus, vaginal wall, G-spot, and clit?

Sometimes, in moments like this, I envy the female body.

"I'm going to come..."

Indeed, the bedsheet was already cold and damp—she'd already come halfway.

"You're such a dirty girl."

"Don't say that... whose fault do you think it is..."

"Then let me help you finish with my hands first."

This girl wouldn't need any lube or toys. She was soaked—like a poorly tightened faucet, endlessly dripping.

I got up and washed my hands at the sink. it'd be dangerous to put a finger that had been in her anus back into her vagina.

"Touch your breasts."

"? How?"

I smiled.

"You know how. Like when you masturbate."

Understanding, she took her own breasts and began moving her fingers.

She closed her eyes each time her fingertips brushed her nipples. Watching her, I suddenly asked,

"Can you suck your own nipple?"

She looked at me, her face burning red, then quietly nodded. Then she took one breast in her hand and brought her tongue to it.

Watching her suck her own nipple into her mouth turned me on intensely.

I slid my middle finger into her dripping wetness and gently stroked her G-spot. She reacted immediately.

"Ah... Good."

I lightly caressed her swollen bud while using my other hand to open the entrance to her clit.

"I'll suck it. Pretend you're masturbating."

"Okay."

I brought my tongue to her clit.

Her swollen pearl had already pushed past its hood, eager for attention.

I extended my tongue, circling her clit with the flat of it, rubbing slowly.

"Ah... Hnn..."

As my fingers pressed her G-spot, her body arched like a bow.

I licked her softly, slowly, for a long time—until I could taste the sweetness in her breath—then gradually increased speed.

"Ah... Haa... Ah, so good."

She roughly squeezed her own breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples with her fingers. Watching her, I got even more turned on, and my pace quickened.

"Aaah... Hnn... I'm coming. Please..."

"What should I do?"

"Keep... keep moving..."

Then she reached her climax.

"Aaaah!!! Aaah!!"

I pressed down on her writhing body, continuing to stimulate her clit and G-spot.

"Ah... Please... stop... please... Hnn..."

She sobbed, her body still trembling with pleasure. I slowly released her and moved to her face. As if waiting, we kissed deeply.

"I can't move... I've never come this hard before."

I traced my fingers over her chest, brushing down slowly, and whispered to her,

"Now it's time for the main game... Even if you can't move, it's okay... I'll take care of you."

"The main game?"

"Sex."

I whispered it against her ear.

"I'm going to put it in you now... I can't hold back anymore."