Not Even Halfway

The fingers stirring deep inside her suddenly became two. Naturally the lewd wet sounds grew faster and more explicit.

"S-stop, hah…"

Overwhelmed by the stimulation, Do-yeon panted and shook her head. The way her hands clutched his forearm was almost pitiful.

After watching her desperate gaze for a long while, Mo-jun slowly withdrew his hand. The sudden emptiness made Do-yeon hurriedly press her thighs together.

"Hah, haah…"

Listening to her completely ruined breathing, Mo-jun moved quickly. The moment he stripped off her bottoms and panties in one motion, a startled gasp burst from right beside him.

When he climbed back over her, the situation became unmistakable. Her widened eyes were fixed, staring hard at one place.

Suppressing the laugh that threatened to escape, Mo-jun settled between Do-yeon's legs.

"What? Worried it won't go in?"

He asked playfully, but Do-yeon had never looked more serious. Is that size even real…?

She had nothing to compare it to, yet even someone as clueless as Do-yeon could tell something was wrong.

How did he even manage to keep that stuffed inside his pants?

She knew it was rude, yet she couldn't tear her eyes away. Not because she wanted to do anything with it—because something like that simply shouldn't go inside a body.

"I won't hurt you."

Of course Mo-jun had no way of knowing what she was thinking. He wrapped one hand around the intimidating length and brought it to her entrance. Settling the thick head precisely against the parted folds, he began to rock his hips gently.

Slick with arousal, her sex was slippery. The glans brushing lightly over her clit felt ready to push straight into her opening at any second.

His teasing movements mixed anticipation and fear in the pit of her stomach.

"A-are they… all usually that big…?"

Only after the question left her mouth did Do-yeon realize what she had just said.

"…"

"…"

A wave of mortification crashed over her; her face and even her ears burned as if they would burst. Mo-jun seemed equally flustered—his movements stopped cold.

Subin, who knew Do-yeon was a lifelong singleton, never forced her into relationships. But she never stopped urging that if Do-yeon ever found someone who stirred her body, she should try climbing into bed with them.

The reason was simple. Sex needs skill too, and if you admit you've got zero experience at your age, it might make the other person feel pressured.

She had brushed it off as a joke back then. Who would have thought the day would come when those words felt like desperately needed advice? Do-yeon bit down hard on her lower lip and jerked her head away.

I lied so hard about not being a lifelong virgin… Should I just die right here, business be damned…

"I'll ask just one more time."

Fortunately Mo-jun spoke before she could bite her tongue. Long fingers gently caught her chin and turned her face back toward him.

Even with her head facing forward, meeting his eyes still felt daunting. What if he demanded to know why she had told such an easily exposed lie, or if he grew burdened by her inexperience?

"Am I your first?"

The end of the question came out rough.

She was a little scared, but there was no choice. Better to admit it while he was giving her the chance and try to salvage things, right?

Swallowing dryly, Do-yeon lifted only her eyes to look at him.

"Be… gentle, please…"

The gaze that met hers was surprisingly not frightening. Even if he did let out an unreadable sigh.

"I'll try my best. If you can't take it, you have to tell me."

After staring at her in silence for a moment, Mo-jun finished speaking and adjusted his grip on her hips. Then he began to move his waist slowly.

"Mm, nngh…"

The atmosphere that had frozen for an instant melted away the more Do-yeon let out soft, pained sounds.

The intervals between the glans brushing her clit and pressing firmly against the narrow entrance grew shorter and shorter. Frightened yet aching with need, Do-yeon instinctively rolled her hips.

"Hhk…"

The pain that split her lower body came in an instant. She had been going crazy with frustration because her entrance kept twitching open against her will—yet the moment Mo-jun pushed that monstrous length inside, she couldn't even scream.

It hurt so much tears sprang to her eyes.

"Hah, try relaxing your stomach a little."

"Uhh…"

When Do-yeon made a tearful sound, Mo-jun immediately stopped moving.

The way her inner walls clung so tightly around just the head he had pushed in made him feel like he was losing his mind. But he exerted superhuman self-control. Becoming one with Do-yeon mattered more than his own pleasure alone.

"It won't tear, so take a breath for me, okay?"

With a tender expression, Mo-jun gently stroked her flat stomach. He wiped the sweat beading on her round forehead and pressed a brief kiss to the chest that heaved with rapid breaths.

Even like this, she's pretty and cute and everything all by herself.

When he stroked her clit and shifted the angle a little, the pain that had completely overtaken Do-yeon's face began to ease. Pleasure gradually mixed into the moans that had been closer to screams.

"Does it still only hurt?"

He asked while pressing a soft kiss to her parted lips; Do-yeon gave a small shake of her head. Taking that as the signal, Mo-jun began to advance and retreat, slowly working his way deeper along her inner walls.

She still frowned at times, but she no longer clenched her teeth.

"Hnn…"

"Hah…"

When their moans layered over the wet, obscene sounds, Mo-jun's arousal swelled even further. Yet it seemed that still wasn't enough for his wife.

"Is… is it all the way in?"

Flushed with excitement, eyes wet and glistening, Do-yeon lay beneath him and asked as if she could barely manage the words.

The gap between this and her usual self—calm and detached until something got on her nerves and she snapped—made Mo-jun click his tongue without thinking.

"Sorry about that. Not even halfway yet."

The hand that brushed her disheveled hair back was endlessly gentle. The face offering the apology didn't look the least bit sorry.

While he was at it, Mo-jun took her wrist and guided it down.

"Want to feel how much is left?"

"Hah, n-no…"

Just as he expected, Do-yeon jerked her hand away in horror even while gasping for breath.

That innocent face… He already knew there had never been a single man in his wife's life, and even the fact that she had lied about having experience only looked adorable to him.

Satisfaction made his lower abdomen throb sweetly.

"Hhk!"

Unable to hold back the one-sided affection, Mo-jun put a little force into a thrust of his hips. Her clear face crumpled in an instant.

Even though he was the one tormenting her, a pang of pity struck him right away; Mo-jun thought he was hopeless himself.

"Hah, this won't do. We'll stop here for today."

It's her first time, so don't scare her. At least until it becomes habit, don't push her too hard.

Even while recalling the vow he had made several times, Mo-jun still didn't pull away. He wanted to be considerate of Do-yeon, yet overcoming the pleasure was not easy.

"Ah, nngh, why—keep going!"

"I meant I won't go any deeper."

Afraid he might hurt her body, Mo-jun exerted self-control. But he couldn't completely shake off the wife who pressed herself against him as if relying on him.

With a sense of atonement he stroked and caressed her all over. Whether this was truly atonement or just filling his own selfish desires, he couldn't tell.

Fortunately Do-yeon's reactions were positive. Eyes glazed with excitement, his wife soon clenched tightly around him.

"Mo-jun, hah, Mo-jun-ssi…"

"Mm."

"Right now it's too, nngh, ah!"

Right now it feels too strange.

She said it half-crying so the words broke off in the middle, but Mo-jun clearly understood what Do-yeon was trying to say.

"It's not strange—it's good. That feeling."

"No, hhk, nooo…"

And in bed, "strange" usually meant something good. He could tell from the way she clumsily rolled her hips the moment he stopped moving.

His excitement thickened until it felt hard to breathe.

"Here?"

Even so, Mo-jun carefully watched her expression. There was definitely a spot that made her moans grow louder.

When he put weight behind it and scraped that one place relentlessly, Do-yeon shuddered hard and sobbed.

"I need, somehow, ah…!"

A thin cry mixed into the steady wet friction. Her lower belly clenched to its limit and she had the illusion that the small of her back was hollowing out.

The endlessly joined place between their legs burned as if on fire; Do-yeon reflexively threw her arms around Mo-jun's neck. With an urgency he had never seen before, he snapped his hips.

"Nngh, hahh, ah!"

Lightning struck right before her eyes and her mind melted away.

The shudders stabbing through her whole body slowly drained out of her, and Do-yeon went limp, sprawled out blankly.

"…for."

Looking down at her like that, Mo-jun muttered something under his breath. It probably wasn't anything important, Do-yeon thought as her vision grew hazy and distant; she let her eyes drift shut.