How Can Anyone Stay Still?

Even with him holding her from behind where she couldn't see Eun-chan's face, every time his hands roamed her body it felt like his gaze was following along. She was the one who had started it, yet somewhere along the way the initiative had slipped entirely into his hands. The fingers that had been wandering over her underwear slipped beneath the fabric, and her heart pounded with anticipation.

The moment those fingers—thickened at every joint from years of training—pressed inside her twitching, clenching hole, her vision flashed white. She'd known she was already wet, but she hadn't expected to fall apart this fast. Pleasure rolled through her in warm, cresting waves.

"Ah, wait, hngh, just a mom—ent…!"

It would feel better if he went deeper. When a second finger burrowed in beside the first, the strange fullness made her whole body jolt.

It was almost too much. Just two fingers, and everything felt wrong—nothing like the sensation of rubbing herself with her own hand. When his fingers dug in hard and scissored, slick flooded out of her, soaking him to the knuckle.

"Hahk! Ah, ahhk!"

I'd only ever imagined this. His fingers inside me—it's the first time. If even this is a struggle, and the thing I saw earlier is supposed to go in here…?

Is that really okay? And yet I was out there cheering on 'the bigger the better'? Was everyone lying to me?

For a moment Seo-ah almost felt cheated. This was nothing like what she'd imagined. Sure, she'd been the one to throw herself at him first, but if two fingers alone were this hard to handle, the idea of Kang Eun-chan's cock fitting in here was nearly unthinkable.

It's definitely going to hurt. It won't fit.

As the guiding progressed, their resonance deepened, and with every incremental surge of connection the pleasure multiplied and her reason blurred further—but Seo-ah held on to at least one thing: a very acute sense of danger.

"Wait! I said wait!"

She snatched desperately at Eun-chan's hair. It clung to her fingers in sweaty tangles, ready to be pulled, but he simply kept sucking kisses into her skin, ignoring her completely.

"Kang Eun-chan! Hngh!"

Soft golden strands scattered wildly across her grip. It should have hurt him, but he remained single-mindedly focused on exploring her hole.

"You're so tight I can barely move. How are you planning to take my cock?"

"I didn't—hah—know… that. So call it off. Cancel, cancel it, ah…!"

"We've come this far. Backing out would be a shame."

When the hand that had been stirring her gently found a spot deep inside and pressed, pleasure crashed over her like a wave breaking. Every time his fingers churned within her, her inner walls clung to them desperately.

Even through the strange, overwhelming fullness, Seo-ah's hips kept bucking helplessly toward the pleasure. Her head fell back and moans spilled out of her. The moment Eun-chan noticed which spot made her shiver, he probed it with relentless precision.

"Hnngh, ah, I'm—I'm gonna… ahng!"

I can come this many times just from fingers? Her own body startled her. Whenever he curved his fingers slightly and changed the rhythm, her toes curled as if she might do something she'd regret.

"Ahhk!"

The fingers gliding through her drenched heat withdrew all at once, arousal stringing out in long, glistening threads between them.

"At this rate, I think it'll fit."

"No—hah—it won't."

Seo-ah shook her head belatedly, but Eun-chan, eyes gone hazy, seized her breast hard.

"Getting off between your tits isn't enough for you anymore, is it?"

"My… what?"

Oh. Right. Seo-ah turned the words over in her head. Why was he being so uncharacteristically gentle? Or was gentleness just something that happened to men before sex?

"So let's try it once. Whatever you want."

"W-wait, hnngk!"

Her eyes flew wide. Something blunt was pressing against her entrance. There was no way it could actually be hot, but it felt scalding, as if she'd been touched to an open flame.

"Relax, or you'll hurt yourself."

"It's going in anyway—ahk—so how am I supposed to relax."

He hadn't even begun thrusting in earnest, and Seo-ah was already spent. Just the head, barely inside, and she was struggling. If they actually did this, she might genuinely pass out.

She twisted her head around to look at him.

"Looks like it's a lot for you."

"You're the one who—hah—knew that and… ah!"

"And threw yourself at me anyway."

That's what happens when you don't respect the danger. Throw yourself at a man and this is the bill you get.

Eun-chan murmured it against her ear like a whisper.

"Ahng! Ah, it's splitting—!"

A tearing pain surged through her like a lightning strike. Seo-ah gasped and braced herself against the wall, stubbornly holding the position, refusing to let him see her face.

"Hah, hnngh. You could've given me—something to hold onto—hnnk!"

Gripping the slick inner wall of the gate was awkward at best. With him pressed flush against her back, driving in deep, her whole body was pushed and pinned toward the wall.

"Ha… I told you to stop clenching."

"I never said any such thing!"

Her legs trembled under the relentless pressure of his cock forcing its way into that narrow space. When he lazily lifted her hips from behind, a jolt ran through her. The pleasure racing down her spine and out to every inch of her body was getting genuinely frightening.

The sensation of being split apart sent her scrambling forward on instinct, but Eun-chan caught her hips and pulled her back against him.

Seo-ah shook her head in alarm.

"No—hng—don't press closer! It's too deep, I can't—ah! Ahngk…!"

"Feels fucking amazing."

"Hah, ah! Ahng, don't move. You're going to—tear right through me."

"And Lee Seo-ah herself just gave me the stamp of approval. My dick, that is."

Is that really what matters right now? Seo-ah was in agony as his cock inched steadily deeper.

The thought of how could I possibly do this with my childhood friend? had long since vanished from her head.

"Kang—Eun-chan…!"

"You planning to keep chattering the whole time?"

"Mm—!"

He caught her turned face and swallowed her lips whole. Taking his cock was already more than she could survive, and now breathing became a luxury too—the world spun dizzily before her eyes.

Her senses snagged on the wet pull of his mouth on her tongue, only to snap wide open again when his cock trespassed deeper, churning her insides however it pleased.

So this is what it's like. Sex was… this.

Eun-chan rolled his hips in slow circles, watching her reactions. When he mashed her tongue under his and sucked, her breath ran out entirely.

"Hah—hnnm. Can't—breathe… haaah!"

"You like having your tongue played with too. And I've gotta keep fucking you deep and play with your tits at the same time. So many hands needed, Lee Seo-ah."

Who told you to work that hard? You're doing it because you want to. Seo-ah wanted to demand an explanation, but her mouth was thoroughly occupied.

It had hurt because of his size, but now that he was pressing into her depths, it felt good. Good in a way that scared her.

She'd never imagined she'd be having such a sloppy, soaked fuck inside a gate. She'd assumed one round would leave her wanting more—but she'd been wrong about that too.

Some part of her wanted to surrender completely to the brutal cock churning her insides. She wanted to admit she'd been wrong about everything, but through the whole act, Seo-ah never managed to push out a single coherent word.

"Ha, ah! Hnngh, so deep… I can't…."

With a wet, filthy sound, the cock boring into her depths twitched and pulsed, spending itself in long spurts. She thought it might finally be over—until her body was suddenly spun around.

The moment she found herself face to face with Eun-chan, blinking in confusion, her eyes went wider than usual.

His slightly unfocused gaze, his sweat-damp hair—everything about him was unbearably obscene.

His clothes, flung off somewhere, left his body bare as the day he was born, and it looked like it had been carved from marble. Seo-ah caught herself staring, drifting, tracing every line of him.

"Not even going to try hiding those pervert eyes."

"Ah…!"

You're the one who stripped for me to see. Seo-ah shot him a faintly aggrieved look. She'd undressed too—wasn't it only fair she got to look back?

"You're staring too, you know."

"Fuck. So you're saying you've got the brainpower to rate my body right now."

No, that's not how any of this works.

It was miles better than before. Maybe because Eun-chan was moving slowly now, but the ticklish pleasure had settled into something she could adapt to.

Quick as ever, he noticed, caught her by the jaw, and made her look at him.

"Guess it's bearable if I'm being gentle, huh?"

"Uh… that's not it. It's just compared to before, a little—ahng?!"

"Then it's time to do this properly."

Do—do what? Did he just imply that everything until now wasn't the real thing?

Flustered, Seo-ah pushed at his chest. No way. If you came inside just now, it should be over. Although! To be fair, every male lead in every novel and manga she'd read never stopped at one round.

But that was a rule for male leads obsessed with and desperate for their heroine. She and Eun-chan weren't that kind of relationship… were they?

"Stop—I can't do anymore! Ah…!"

Her struggling had no effect on him whatsoever. He devoured her lips as they were, then slammed the half-buried length of his cock all the way to the hilt.

"Nnghk!"

Her whole body shuddered and the ache below turned molten. Froth bubbled up where their bodies joined before arousal came spilling out in a rush.

This is good. Sex with a friend is good too.

Was that because Kang Eun-chan was huge? Or because he was experienced? Whatever the reason, she'd made the right call doing her first guiding session with him, her very first matched esper.

But she truly, honestly had never known that sex was such a passionate act—one that demanded this much stamina.