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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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To properly enjoy the delights of doggy style, you first need to adjust the height. If the position is uncomfortable, it’s hard to give it your all.
“D-Do I kneel like this?”
Hana, on all fours on the bed, glanced back and asked.
‘Her position is a bit high.’
Ju Hana had a model-like figure with long legs to match her height. Naturally, her legs were long, so when she knelt down, her ass was higher than my penis. It made penetration difficult.
“Spread your legs a little and lower your hips slightly.”
“Okay.”
Even though I’m often told I have long legs, the positioning wasn’t quite right. It was probably due to the inherent difference in female anatomy, with the pelvis positioned higher than in men.
‘When I was with A-reum, it was too low and uncomfortable.’
When A-reum was in doggy style, she had to spread her knees quite far apart for our heights to align.
On the other hand, with Hana, I had to bring my knees closer together. With a height difference of over 20cm between the two women, there were subtle differences even in the same position.
“You can stop spreading your legs now. Is that comfortable?”
“Yeah. I think it’s okay.”
Finally, the height was adjusted.
I was glad I was tall. If I were the same height as Hana or shorter, it would have been awkward.
By the way, her ass was insane.
I marveled quietly, placing my hands on Hana’s buttocks and stroking them in circles.
‘The texture is amazing.’
As I ran my hands along the curves of her moon-like buttocks, I felt a mochi-like texture. Soft and chewy, it made me want to take a big bite. I suddenly regretted not performing a 69 with her. I should have buried my face in there before I came earlier.
Not only was the texture amazing, but the shape was also incredibly beautiful. Like a handcrafted jar made by a master artisan. It wouldn’t lose to the beautiful curves of Goryeo celadon pottery. I felt like I could detach her ass and display it as a work of art.
I forgot all about penetration and continued to caress her buttocks, marveling at them.
“Wow, your ass… it’s truly amazing…”
“Hmm. Ahem.”
I heard a cough, unsure if she was embarrassed or proud. Come to think of it, Hana had immense pride in her buttocks.
I lightly spanked her ass and said,
“I admit it. With an ass like this, you have every right to be proud. The pictures didn’t do it justice.”
As I said that, I thought I heard a quiet chuckle. It was so faint that I wondered if I had misheard. But seeing her slightly lower her upper body and emphasize her buttocks even more, it seemed I had heard correctly.
I rubbed my hardened penis against her buttocks and continued my praise.
“Your anus is beautiful too. It’s pink.”
“?!”
Hana suddenly flinched and covered her buttocks with her hands.
“W-Why are you looking there?!”
That was the loudest I’d heard her speak all day. I seemed to have gone overboard with my compliments.
“Sorry, sorry. It was a compliment.”
“D-Don’t say things like that. It’s embarrassing…”
My expression turned a bit strange at her words.
‘This girl, who’s so easily embarrassed, sent me all those nude photos?’
Or rather, the girl who sent me all those nude photos is embarrassed by this? Make up your mind. I was starting to feel cognitive dissonance.
But I couldn’t argue with her now, so I tried to appease her.
“I won’t look, so lift your butt again. I can’t hold back anymore.”
“…Don’t look there.”
“Yeah, yeah. I got it.”
That was a lie. How could I not look at her anus when we’re in doggy style? Even if I didn’t consciously try to look, it was right there. It was harder not to see it. It would be more difficult to see her vagina in this position.
Anyway, we repositioned ourselves.
Squish. Slide!
I thrust my penis in a single motion.
“Haa! Hnn!”
“Does it hurt?”
“Mm-hmm. But this, it feels… deeper than before…”
Doggy style usually allows for deeper penetration than missionary.
Since Hana was tall, her vagina was also quite deep.
Wouldn’t she like it even more if I buried it all the way to the root in this position?
Grind, grind.
I grabbed her hips with both hands, pulled her towards me, and pressed my pubic bone against hers. With my penis fully inserted, I gently rotated my hips.
“Hee, hee! Ah…”
A clear response returned.
Along with her panting moans, her vagina contracted, gripping my penis tightly.
‘Ah, this is amazing.’
Not only did my penis feel good, but the sensation of her ass against my groin was also driving me crazy. Her smooth, flawless buttocks were like a third erogenous zone.
I wanted to see those buttocks ripple.
I couldn’t hold back any longer and started moving my hips.
Slap, slap, slap, slap!
I deliberately slammed my groin against hers with each thrust. Fleshly sounds arose as her buttocks began to ripple. How could someone so slender have such an ass? It truly was a mystery of the human body.
“Ah, hnn! Ah, ahn! Haan!”
Her moans grew louder as I continued my rapid piston movements. Now they were definitely cries of ecstasy.
Squish, squish, squish, squish, squish!
The impact of flesh against flesh made my body tremble. Hana’s moans echoed in short, broken gasps.
“Ahh, I think I’m going to cum soon.”
A weak sound escaped my lips. I had never experienced doggy style this satisfying before. I could practically feel my balls diligently producing sperm.
“Hnnnng!”
Should I call it fortunate? Once again, Hana reached orgasm first. She, too, seemed to prefer doggy style over missionary, moaning continuously before collapsing.
Her upper body fell, but her ass remained lifted.
It created an even better position for penetration. Hana, you’ve already grasped the essence of doggy style on your first try.
In this much more comfortable position, I made my final sprint. I violently slammed my groin against her moon-like buttocks, building towards my own climax.
But suddenly…
Pink petals caught my eye.
‘I want to put my finger in there.’
The thought came naturally.
I scooped up some of the fluids leaking from her dripping vagina. My finger became slick. I straightened my index finger and brought it to her anus.
Flinch!
“Ch-Cheol-jin?!”
“Sorry. Just a little.”
I didn’t know what “a little” meant. I just acted on instinct.
Rub, rub.
Her anus didn’t open immediately.
I rubbed my finger against it, spreading the slick fluids in a circular motion.
I didn’t stop my thrusts. The slapping sounds of flesh against flesh continued. Ju Hana, who had cried out my name in surprise, now let out a choked gasp.
And then, at some point…
Pop.
The tip of my index finger slipped inside her anus.
I had finally inserted my finger.
“Whoa.”
I marveled involuntarily, keeping my finger inside.
Why did this feel so satisfying?
I couldn’t understand it myself, but my excitement surged. The feeling of impending orgasm, which had been building, finally exploded.
Throb! Throb, throb, throb!
“Ahh…!”
I definitely came more this time than the first.
I exhaled and collapsed on top of Hana. Her buttocks, now pressed even closer against me, provided a soft sensation against my groin.
Spurt, spurt…
Since I had already cum inside her once, I just let loose again. I was a little worried, but she said it was her safe period, so it should be fine.
We lay side by side on the bed, dazedly holding each other.
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After the afterglow subsided.
“Do you want to shower first?”
“…I can’t move.”
“Then I’ll shower first.”
“Okay…”
Leaving the exhausted Hana behind, I went to shower first.
“You should shower now. Are you just going to sleep like that?”
“Sleepy…”
“If you don’t shower, we’ll do it again.”
“?! I-I’ll go shower.”
Hana jumped up in alarm and headed for the bathroom. Her unsteady gait showed how exhausted she was. It was only natural after having sex twice in a row for her first time.
I gave Hana some clothes to wear after she finished showering.
“Wear this and sleep.”
“C-Can I sleep over?”
“Of course you have to sleep over. Where are you going to go at this hour?”
It was late at night. Even if her house was close, I was worried about letting her go alone. Well, I could take her, but honestly, I was too tired to move.
‘My lower body is fine, though.’
I felt mentally exhausted rather than physically. It had been quite an eventful day.
“Just wear that for now. You… won’t fit into my pants.”
“I-It’s okay. The shirt is big.”
Most of my clothes were XXL. Even though Hana was tall, the shirt was loose enough to reach her thighs.
I admired Hana wearing my t-shirt.
‘It’s just a plain white tee, but she makes it look good.’
It was the so-called “missing bottom” fashion.
For reference, when A-reum wore my t-shirt, it became a dress.
I climbed onto the bed and patted the space next to me.
“Lie down. Let’s sleep.”
“Okay.”
Hana hesitantly came over and lay down next to me. She was incredibly shy after having just been intimate.
“Should I turn off the light?”
“Ah, yes.”
Even with two tall people lying down, the bed was large enough to be comfortable. The blanket was also large, and there were two pillows. I had bought an extra one because A-reum occasionally slept over.
“Go to sleep, Hana. You might be a little sore tomorrow morning.”
“Mm-hmm. Good night.”
And so, we closed our eyes and tried to sleep.
About five minutes passed.
“Cheol-jin… are you asleep?”
“Yeah.”
“Eek?!”
Why did she startle herself after initiating the conversation?
I turned to face Hana. It was dark, so I couldn’t see her clearly.
“What’s wrong? Can’t sleep?”
“N-No. I’m sleepy, but… I f-forgot to say something…”
“What is it?”
“Th-Thank you. For listening to my unreasonable request.”
I blinked, wondering what she was talking about. My eyes, now adjusted to the darkness, could faintly make out Hana’s face. She seemed to be watching my reaction.
“Hmm. I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to. I enjoyed it with you. A lot.”
“Th-That’s good then…”
There were some ups and downs along the way, but if I had truly disliked it, I would have refused.
I was a normal 20-year-old guy who enjoyed sex, and Ju Hana was an attractive woman, praised as the goddess of nerds. I wondered why she was still a virgin… no, I think I understand.
‘She probably pushed people away.’
Hana was quite timid, and she had an aura of inapproachability. It was like she was emitting a ‘don’t come near me,’ ‘don’t talk to me’ vibe.
But I was a little curious why she acted the way she did with me. I could understand the alt account as exhibitionism, but I never thought it would lead to actually meeting and doing this.
I might as well ask.
“Hana.”
“Y-Yes?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Why did you want to do it with me? Did you just want to do it, and I happened to catch your eye?”
I had entertained fantasies of being handsome or an alpha male, but realistically, it didn’t make sense. If anything, Sung-joo was much more handsome.
“I’m not particularly good-looking. That’s why I don’t understand.”
“…You’re handsome.”
“Huh?”
“Cheol-jin is handsome…”
“Uh… thanks?”
…Well, thanks. Did she have specific tastes, like A-reum? Was she into bear-like guys?
Slightly flustered, I asked again.
It was a bit embarrassing to say it myself…
“Did you really want to do it with me just because I’m handsome?”
“Th-That’s not it.”
“…It’s not?”
I knew it. She was just saying that to be nice. I felt a little disappointed…
Anyway, what was the real reason?
“Do you remember when we first messaged each other?”
A question came back instead of an answer.
By messages, she must mean on Trictor.
I mentally counted the years.
“Four years… five years this year, if you count it that way?”
“Y-Yes!”
“I think I contacted Juha first as Steel.”
Steel, the account that drew all-ages art.
Juha, the cosplay account.
Surprisingly, the first account I contacted Hana with wasn’t her alt “Backsa,” but her cosplayer account “Juha.” I was a glorious early fan, having followed her shortly after she started cosplaying.
“And then three years ago, you contacted me first as Backsa.”
“Yes, yes.”
“You contacted me about an 19+ illustration commission, right? You sent me a ton of reference photos… and I later found out it was your body…”
“…Yes.”
Hana averted her gaze. She seemed embarrassed by her dark past.
I chuckled and asked,
“So, what about it?”
“W-Well, aside from Kang-Cheol… Steel is a very precious person to me.”
“…Precious?”
Steel, I could understand somewhat.
Perhaps she felt a special connection since I was an early fan.
Hana continued, a slightly flustered expression on her face. She was speaking quite fast for her.
“O-Of course, you wouldn’t know, but that’s how it was for me. Steel and Kang-Cheol were people I relied on a lot when I was going through a tough time.”
“A tough time?”
“Yeah, it’s a common story. I was bullied for posting pictures on Trictor and being called an otaku…”
“Ah. That happens sometimes. People look down on and make fun of otakus.”
Actually, I had never been bullied for being an otaku. I only got into anime after I dropped out of school. However, I had seen Sung-hyun get bullied when he was in school. Back then, Sung-hyun was the typical otaku type, chubby with acne.
I suddenly felt resentful. I had defended him when he was being bullied, and he betrayed me like that… Well, we made up, so let’s move on. I also felt sorry for him because he was still so subservient to me.
Anyway, I didn’t know girls also bullied each other like that.
“So, girls look down on otakus too. I thought it was only guys.”
“…It’s a little different, but girls are similar. And back then… there was this girl who was kind of the leader of the group, and the guy she liked confessed to me…”
“…”
I didn’t need to hear the rest of the story.
In the end, the otaku thing was just an excuse, and there was another reason.
“A-Anyway, I was going through a lot back then. I was already timid, and being bullied for that… But Steel always complimented me… I was grateful. You were my first fan…”
“…Huh?!”
I was so surprised that I sat up abruptly.
Hana also startled and sat up.
“I was your first fan?”
“Y-Yes. Didn’t I tell you before?”
“No! Weren’t there people who were fans before me? I became a fan after seeing someone else retweet your stuff.”
“There were a few, but they all left quickly. You were the only one who kept complimenting me and even drew fanart.”
“I-Is that so? Oh… I was the first fan. That’s an honor.”
No, no, no. I’m honored. I felt a surge of emotion. I had been a closeted otaku for five years, spending all my time in my room indulging in my hobbies.
But to be remembered as the first fan of my favorite cosplayer? This was like something out of a manga.
‘And we even had sex.’
My penis twitched again. The realization that I had become a successful fan, that the woman in front of me was my favorite cosplayer, sent a wave of excitement through me.
Did she sense the change in my gaze?
Hana flinched and pulled away, speaking hurriedly.
“I-I’m tired. Really…”
“…”
“I really can’t do any more today. I won’t be able to go to school tomorrow…”
“…Okay. Let’s lie down again.”
As I obediently lay back down, I heard Hana sigh in relief.
…She was the one who initiated it, and now I felt a little wronged.
I asked in a slightly sulky tone,
“So you did it because you realized I was your first fan?”
“Mm-hmm, that’s part of it. But not all of it.”
“Oh? What else?”
“…Because you were Kang-Cheol.”
“Kang-Cheol?”
“Yeah. Backsa was an account I made to… relieve stress. I liked Kang-Cheol’s drawings, and you listened to me. And then I found out Steel was Kang-Cheol… so…”
Her words trailed off. She seemed to be getting tangled up, and finally, she spoke in a dejected voice.
“Sorry, I’m not good with words… I can’t explain it well.”
“No, I think I understand.”
Steel, the precious first fan.
Kang-Cheol, the outlet for her sexual desires for years.
Finding out that those two were the same person must have been emotionally exciting for her. It was a little strange, but I roughly understood how she felt.
However, I couldn’t help but say,
“Still, it was reckless. What if I had been a bad guy?”
Frankly, it was more dangerous than just being seduced for sex. How could she reveal her identity after sending so many revealing photos? What was she trusting in me?
“Besides, you almost got caught in the bathroom.”
“…Yeah. I was so scared I’d be discovered.”
“Don’t ever do that again.”
“Okay. I’m reflecting on it…”
“That’s good.”
Since she was reflecting on it, there was nothing more for me to say. Anything else would be overstepping. Ultimately, it was something she had to fix herself.
Then, Hana called me in a cautious voice.
“Um, Cheol-jin.”
“Yeah?”
“Can… can I keep sending you pictures?”
I couldn’t hide my astonishment and looked at Hana. She said she was reflecting, but she couldn’t give up sending nude photos. Did she need a flick on the forehead too?
I lowered my voice and spoke sternly,
“…You can only send them to me.”
You’ll be in big trouble if you send them to anyone else.
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