Kang Ihyeon hadn't lived a long life by any stretch, but had he ever been more shocked than he was today?
"Mmph, slurp, smack, chuu, chuu chuu..."
"Hahp, mm, mmmph... Huh...? Mmph mmph, smack, sluuuurp..."
What thoughts would cross your mind if you saw a disheveled, shadowy woman pinning down a sturdy young man from above and showering him with intense kisses?
Would you think it was just a couple showing off their deep affection?
Or maybe you'd assume they were young folks who got drunk in broad daylight and lost control?
One thing was certain: this was the first kiss for both Se-ah sister, who was doing the kissing, and me, the one being kissed. Neither of us had any experience or skill, so we just mashed our lips together clumsily.
"Urgh, mmph. Mmm... Yeah."
"Hah, whoo, haa, slurp, sluuuurp?"
Our lips crashed together with the force of a headbutt. Too excited to figure out how to breathe properly, hot breaths puffed out between our lips in bursts.
Every now and then, our teeth would clack together with a sharp tick, the dull jolt making both our bodies twitch in unison amid the fresh awkwardness.
Kang Ihyeon stared up blankly, eyes glazed over, at his sister consumed by the fever of desire.
'Ah, damn it. I have no idea what's going on, but this is driving me fucking wild.'
Se-ah sister clearly seemed like it was her first kiss too.
So clumsy, so innocently inept.
A woman he'd secretly loved for so long, flailing adorably to pour out her affection—no red-blooded man could stay unmoved unless he cut off what hung between his legs.
When she'd first pounced, shock had frozen his brain. But now lust made it sticky and thick, blood rushing south until his pants tented noticeably.
Whoosh!
Kang Ihyeon wrapped both arms around the waist of the woman straddling his stomach and took the lead in the kiss, trying not to show how amateur he was.
"Mmph?! Mm, hmph... Chuu, sluuuurp...?"
As control slowly shifted, a panicked moan leaked from Se-ah sister's lips.
The sensation of her lips—so much softer and squishier than the slime toys he'd played with as a kid—spread through his body, along with a dampness that stirred primal male instincts.
Above all, her aroused woman's scent, shoved right up his nose, was like fuel dumped on his lust.
To keep her from escaping, he pressed her nape down with one hand and roused his tongue—which had been stiff with tension—and thrust it into her mouth.
"Heep?! Lick lick... Ha, haa... Ahp...!"
As expected, the unimaginable stimulation made her whole body buck like she might bolt any second.
She was the one who'd attacked, so this was just self-defense.
Rationalizing it that way, he clung to her tightly as his lower half throbbed painfully, continuing the sticky kiss.
"Hnn, hnnng... Mmph, mmph... Chup, sluuuurp, ha, haa... Haaangh... Mmph..."
When her trembling lips tried to clamp shut in refusal, he forced them open with his tongue and plundered the sweetness inside.
He caught her rough tongue, which tried to flee timidly to a corner like her outward personality, and wrapped his around it. Her waist shivered violently; he could feel her utter confusion.
Hot breaths mingled with growing stickiness. The violet eyes gazing down at him, unlike before, were steeped in the gleam of arousal, losing focus in a whole new way.
Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!
He felt the waist of the sister on his stomach twitching, her strength gradually draining.
To be honest, it was getting harder to suppress the other him screaming to be freed from his pants.
He desperately wanted to become one with the woman before him right then, but he knew he couldn't. Barely clinging to his fraying thread of reason, he pulled their lips apart.
"Haaaaah..."
"Hooooh..."
A sticky, transparent thread of saliva stretched long between their lips before snapping.
Se-ah sister slumped, strength drained from just the kiss, burying her face in his shoulder.
His suddenly clear vision brought cool relief and liberation, but also an intense wave of regret.
'Should've just gone for it.'
How great would it have been to let the flow carry him and lose his virginity right there?
But Kang Ihyeon wanted to spend his life with the woman named Yoon Se-ah, so he gritted his teeth and held back.
Forcing down his trembling, excited hands, he patted her back.
"Sister."
"Haa, haa, haa."
Se-ah sister just panted raggedly, face still pressed to his shoulder.
Ignoring the desperate cries from his aching groin, he patiently waited for her to calm.
"Sister. You okay now?"
"..."
She said nothing, just lifted her head to look down at me.
Not her usual tired eyes with faint dark circles, but ones clouded with arousal, longing, and blazing lust stared blankly at me.
Moisture gathered in her amethyst eyes until diamond-clear tears began dripping down.
"S-Sorry... I'm sorry, Ihyeon. I-It was... you know..."
Kang Ihyeon smiled faintly and wiped her eyes with his hand.
"It's okay."
He knew because of all their time together.
The words she'd said before pouncing: she couldn't hold back anymore.
He sensed she had some circumstances and had reached her limit, unable to control it.
So, as always, he comforted the timid, considerate woman.
Knowing actions spoke louder than words, he tilted his head up and softly kissed her lips.
Smack.
Her violet eyes, brimming with tears, swelled like a full moon.
She looked adorably flustered, not expecting him to take the initiative.
Who'd have thought the day would come when he could tease the woman he'd harbored in his heart for so long?
A fluffy, ticklish feeling bubbled up, making him chuckle unwittingly.
"Sister."
"Uh, y-yeah..."
His heart pounded like it might burst, heat rising all over his body.
Partly from arousal, but baring long-suppressed feelings so suddenly made him hesitate.
As if reading his mind, her lips trembled and she pressed them to his again.
"Mmph."
"Hnnn..."
She sealed his mouth before he could voice what lay within.
Looked like this cute scaredy-cat needed a bit more time to be honest.
Best to crack her shell a little and draw it out. The hand caressing her waist slid slowly downward.
Flinch!
Mid-kiss, her body stiffened at his touch.
From waist to hips, brushing the ass he'd endlessly fantasized about squeezing someday, he gripped the hem of her tight skirt.
Slowly, bit by bit—like saying she could refuse anytime—he pulled her skirt upward.
The hot heat filling her skirt, as scorching as his own, began to reveal itself.
Pulling her skirt up to her waist exposed sexy purple lingerie, like it'd been prepared just for today.
"..."
"..."
Frozen lips-to-lips, tension strung tighter than ever, every air current palpable.
Kang Ihyeon ignored his pounding heart, which she might hear, and gripped her sweat-slick, plump ass firmly.
"Hng?!"
A sweet feminine moan cut between them.
She seemed more startled by her own sound, face flushing crimson as she clapped a hand over her mouth.
"What's wrong, sister? Let me hear more."
Kang Ihyeon sat up, shifting to face her directly.
His knees had waited ages for her to sit on them like this, though he'd never imagined it'd happen this way.
"Th-Thiii... Ihyeon, Ihyeon-ah..."
Staring at Se-ah sister repeating his name like a broken radio, he squeezed her soft ass hard again.
"Haak...!"
She shuddered violently and leaned on his shoulder.
Her coquettish movements were cute, but the unbelievable texture in his grip was mind-melting.
'Whoa, fuck. So this is how soft a woman's ass is.'
Partly because Se-ah sister had bulked up a bit from long-term shut-in life, giving her a sensual figure, but the flesh spilling between his fingers was pure ecstasy.
The springy bounce when he squeezed, the smooth yet soft sweat-slick texture... how did something like this exist in the world?
No wonder men turned into beastly maniacs for women.
Ignorance is bliss; once you knew, there was no going back to innocence.
"Haa, haa, haa."
"Hooo, haaa... Hooo..."
Their breaths deepened, slowed.
As reason began to slip, Kang Ihyeon's unsatisfied hands delved under her panties, heedless of the silky fabric, groping her ass freely.