Chapter 1 — The Quiet Girlfriend I Sent to Hong Kong

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 ex-girlfriend was three years younger than me.

I was a returning student at the university, living in my own place off campus, and she was a freshman. Still, I wasn't some arrogant jerk or anything.

Now that I think about it, she was genuinely beautiful.

Like a mix of that actress from the historical drama and the one from the popular K-pop group? You know the type?

But her personality was extremely reserved. Not like she was bullied or anything—just quiet, not talkative, rarely smiled. A very subdued girl.

Somehow, though, we ended up getting close and started dating.

Even after we became a couple, she stayed just as quiet. When we met, I was always the one doing the talking.

She was so conservative that, believe it or not, I didn't even kiss her during our first month together.

I was being incredibly patient, okay? After about a month, I finally bought a single can of beer and we shared it.

Once the alcohol kicked in a little, she started to loosen up and actually smiled more.

I thought, Now's my chance, and went in for a deep kiss.

Then, well—things happened. We ended up at a motel. I showered first and waited for her while she took her turn. I was already half-hard just waiting.

I kept trying to calm down, over and over, but then she came out wrapped in a towel—her skin so pale, so damn beautiful.

My dick shot up instantly.

She stepped out, looking breathtaking. I'd told her she looked like that actress, but seeing her like that—my cock stood at full attention again. And since I was wearing boxers, it was completely obvious.

I could tell she flinched slightly when she saw it. It was kind of cute.

Part of me wondered—Is this her first time? But no, she wasn't a virgin.

Anyway, I was only in my underwear, and she was still in that towel. She climbed onto the bed, and as I kissed her, I slowly pulled the towel aside.

Wow. Honestly, I'd had more sexual experience than most guys my age.

But a body like hers? That was something I'd never seen before.

So pale, so soft—every curve in the right place, every dip perfectly shaped.

Her breasts were incredible.

I couldn't just stare, so while kissing her, I slipped my hand under her bra.

Her moan was so damn sensual—not like some porn actress, but high-pitched, delicate. "Haa~nn~"

I groped her breasts, and the moment I unhooked her bra, her nipples came into view.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I sucked one into my mouth and started rubbing her pussy through her panties with my hand.

Years of experience had taught me exactly how to make a woman scream.

Curious, I slid my hand under her panties—and holy shit. Not just wet—soaking, slippery.

Such a quiet girl, but so sensitive. It turned me on even more.

I whispered, "You're so wet, baby?" She didn't answer, just blushed and smiled shyly.

I kept staring at her face while rubbing her clit with my middle finger. She gasped—"Haa! Haang!"—and started thrashing her legs.

My normally quiet girlfriend, going wild from just my hand, was adorable.

I pulled off her panties and rubbed her harder. Squelch, squelch—wet sounds filled the room as fluids splashed around.

When I go down on a girl, I don't do much—just watch their face, lock eyes, take it all in. Seeing her lose control like that gave me an intense sense of domination.

I moved my fingers lower, slowly sliding one inside. It slipped in so smoothly I added a second.

The moment I did, she cried out—"Ah-hung!"—and reached for my lips.

I denied her the kiss, just stroked her hair while working her with two fingers.

At first I went slow, then picked up speed until I was practically pounding her. Every thrust sent more wetness flying.

She grabbed my arm, moaning, "Aaah! Daniel! Haang!"—and I nearly lost it.

As I kept thrusting, her back arched like a bow. Suddenly, she shivered violently, let out a sharp cry—"Hyaak!"—and collapsed, limp.

Two fingers and she came. Lol.

I wiped her sweat, took her hand, and guided it to my boxers. She panted, eyes wide as saucers, staring at me.

I almost came right then. Lol.

When I said, "Suck it," she smiled softly, knelt down, and slowly pulled my boxers off.

When she saw my fully erect cock, she looked surprised. I'm bigger than average.

Was her ex that small? She seemed genuinely shocked. I thought it was cute.

Her pale hand wrapped around me—her touch was cold, which only made me harder.

"Daniel! It's so hot~~" she whispered, and I wanted to pounce.

Her handjob was clumsy, but that awkwardness made it even better.

As she kept stroking, she timidly licked around the tip. I lost it—grabbed her head and started guiding her movements. She made muffled "Ubb-ubb" sounds, but I couldn't stop.

I pulled out just before coming. She was drooling, whispering, "Daniel, it's too big…" So I just pushed back in and came straight into her mouth.

She wasn't used to it—she gagged. I felt terrible.

But then I saw my cum smeared around her lips—and my dick sprang back to life instantly.

I laid her down, spread her legs, ate her out once, then put on a condom. I didn't enter her—just rubbed my tip against her soaked entrance.

She started losing control.

So quiet normally, but now begging—"Daniel, please put it in! Please!"

That only made me want to tease her more.

I said, "Say, Fuck me."

And she actually did—"Daniel! Please fuck me!"

I pushed in as slowly as I could, but she was so tight it was almost unbearable.

At first I went slow, but her moans drove me faster.

She cried, "Daniel! It hurts!" but her body couldn't resist—her hips rose to meet mine.

I'm usually quiet during sex, but her tightness made it impossible to stay silent. We both panted, breathless.

Fifteen minutes in, I got tired and flipped her on top.

She awkwardly rocked her hips—so tight, and now deeper than ever. I nearly came right then.

After a bit, she said, "I'm tired," so I took over, thrusting upward.

She wrapped her arms around me from above, whispering in my ear—"Haeng~~ Ah~~ Daniel~~ Haeng~~"

I heard my name so many times that night.

I flipped her back onto her back and went at her hard. The rhythm got rough, loud—thud, thud—as I pounded into her.

She moaned like she was crying.

I leaned into her ear—"You like it? You love it, don't you?"

"Ahh~~ Hnng~~ I love it~~ Haeng~~ Harder, please~~"

Yeah. Women show their true selves during sex.

So I gave it everything. We came together, clinging to each other.

Her body trembled. I stayed still for a moment, catching my breath—and realized I had one more condom.

I put it on fast, flipped her over, and started doggystyle—fucking her hard.

She kept saying, "It feels weird…" and I realized—Ah, she's never been taken from behind. She's going to come hard.

So I said, "Daniel's sending you over the edge!" and grabbed her breasts, alternating between fast, deep thrusts and slow, grinding ones.

She kept gasping, "It's so weird…"—so damn cute.

"Daniel! It's too big! Haet! I love it~~ Ah~~ Hnng~~"

I rode the rhythm, feeling her climax build. I looked at the bed—soaked. Not just with my cum, but with her wetness.

We came again.

She screamed—"Hyaak~~"—then went completely limp.

We'd been going at it for almost an hour. I was exhausted.

That was our first time. We didn't date long, but we had sex almost every day.

I was the one who broke it off. Honestly… I miss her. I hope she's doing okay.