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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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“Aren’t I curious about what?” I asked, my voice sounding as dumbfounded as I felt.
But I was too drunk to understand immediately. Or rather, the situation was so surreal that my mind had momentarily short-circuited.
“Hmm. Are you seriously asking?” Pi A-reum’s expression turned sullen. At the same time, her knee, pressed against my groin, shifted slightly.
I flinched.
What I had barely managed to subdue in the bathroom reacted instantly. I was a virile twenty-year-old, energetic enough to be sensitive to the slightest stimulation.
In an instant, my lower half hardened. As if it would burst through my pants.
Pi A-reum’s sullen expression morphed into surprise. Then, she licked her lips and smiled.
“Heheh. Seems like this part understood.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and said,
“I, I’m not looking to date anyone.”
“…Do you like men?” Pi A-reum asked, her expression shocked.
My face involuntarily contorted. Like men? What kind of nonsense was that?
“That’s not it, I’m just not thinking about dating right now.”
It wasn’t that I disliked women. On the contrary, I liked them a lot. I suspected my libido was several times higher than other people’s.
But dating was a different matter.
It was entirely because of my trauma.
I had shut myself away for five years due to the trauma of violence and betrayal.
I finally came out because I wanted to make friends, but things couldn’t magically become okay overnight.
Was dating even feasible for someone like me, who was struggling just to make friends? Could I, who had shut myself away for fear of betrayal, properly date someone?
These negative thoughts, about things that hadn’t even happened yet, kept surfacing. If I were to break up with someone, I would be deeply hurt. Wouldn’t I become a shut-in again? I was afraid of my own fragility.
That’s why I kept denying the situation unfolding before my eyes, even though I knew she was seducing me.
But Pi A-reum, upon hearing my words, widened her eyes as if I had said something absurd.
“What are you talking about? I didn’t confess to you.”
“…Huh?”
I seemed to be making a lot of dumbfounded noises today. But I couldn’t help it. It was too hard to keep up with Pi A-reum’s pace.
Listen to what this girl was saying.
This small, cute girl who looked like a hamster…
“Did I say I wanted to date you? I said I wanted to fuck you.”
…Those were her exact words.
Did I hear that right?
Pi A-reum continued, seemingly having abandoned any remaining pretense of shyness.
“Kang Cheol, these days, sex before dating is the trend. It’s the worst if you date someone without knowing if you’re sexually compatible.”
What was this, a Hollywood mindset?
“And honestly, you can’t tell from the outside with guys. What if you start dating and then realize it’s small?”
She was surprisingly logical. I was strangely convinced.
Then, Pi A-reum’s gaze dropped to my groin. At the same time, her knee, pressed against me, rubbed up and down.
“Hehe. You seem fine, though.”
“Huh…”
A bewildered sigh escaped my lips.
This cute girl, who looked like she wouldn’t know anything about such things, was talking like a seasoned veteran. It was absurd.
More importantly…
“But didn’t you say you didn’t know what was better, a vibrator or the real thing? Then why are you talking like this?”
Didn’t that mean she was inexperienced?
Did I misunderstand?
Pi A-reum said confidently,
“Hmph. Have you never heard of indirect experience?”
“…Just how much porn have you watched?”
“Aren’t you being sexist? And what if I didn’t just watch porn? I’ve heard plenty from my friends.”
Her friends must have been very experienced.
But after saying that, Pi A-reum suddenly frowned and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“How long are you going to stay like that? So, are you not going to do it? Even though it’s gotten this big?”
“No, that’s… Woah?!”
Pi A-reum pulled me closer. Two soft mounds pressed against my face. She wasn’t wearing a bra either!
I silently expressed my infinite gratitude and savored the feeling of her breasts against my skin.
Pi A-reum released me and whispered mischievously,
“Hee. You’re not allowed to report me to the police, okay?”
My face flushed. She was teasing me about how I begged her not to report me earlier!
At this point, holding back felt pointless.
The table was set, she was practically spoon-feeding me, was it right to refuse?
“Ah, screw it, I don’t know anymore.”
“Oh, you finally decided… Mmm?!”
Smooch.
I started with a kiss.
What would I, with zero experience, know what to do? I just had to try what I’d seen and heard.
Pi A-reum’s lips were soft and supple. So this is what a person’s lips feel like. I learned something new.
While savoring the feeling of her lips, my hands naturally moved to her breasts. Pure instinct. The sensation I felt on my face was now in my hands.
Soft.
Touching them directly, they were even more wonderful than I had imagined. It was amazing how such breasts could belong to such a small body. Like a child who had discovered a new toy, I cupped her breasts in my hands and kissed her passionately.
A few seconds passed like that.
With a soft gasp, Pi A-reum’s lips parted.
Was that a moan?
Slurp…
It wasn’t a moan.
Pi A-reum opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. My lips parted naturally in response. Her waiting tongue intertwined with mine.
Slurp, slurp…
Our tongues tangled, creating lewd sounds.
My first kiss tasted strongly of alcohol.
Neither of us had any experience, so our tongues moved awkwardly. There were occasional fumbles, or rather, tongue-fumbles.
But despite the awkwardness, the thrill of this “first time” experience was intense. My lower half grew even harder, and there was a change in Pi A-reum’s breasts too. Her nipples had become more erect.
How many minutes passed?
We continued our clumsy kiss until our tongues ached. We forgot to breathe, occasionally puffing air against each other’s faces, but we were too preoccupied with exploring each other’s mouths to laugh.
“Haah…!”
“Hnnn…”
Finally breaking apart, we gasped for breath.
Pi A-reum’s flushed face wasn’t just from the alcohol.
“Your face is super red, A-reum.”
“What? Yours is too.”
I figured as much. My head felt light, like all the blood had rushed to it.
I came to my senses and started taking off my clothes.
Then, I hesitated.
I paused, remembering my current, overweight physique. Even amidst the dizzying excitement, worry crept in. Would she find my body repulsive?
But I couldn’t back down now, so I quickly threw off everything, down to my underwear. Fortunately, Pi A-reum didn’t say anything about my body. She just stared intently at my lower region.
“Woah…” A-reum let out a strange exclamation.
“…Why?” I asked, just in case.
“It’s bigger than I thought… How many centimeters is that?”
Her typical response.
This girl was truly consumed by lust. Of course, I was grateful for that right now.
“I don’t know. I haven’t exactly measured it.”
“Come here.”
Pat, pat. She patted the bed, urging me to sit down.
I sat down with a hesitant expression, and Pi A-reum chided me,
“Come on, spread your legs a bit. That big thing is getting buried in your flesh.”
“…I feel really embarrassed right now.”
“Why? I’m complimenting you.”
I wasn’t sure how that was a compliment, but I let it slide.
Because she had taken my penis in her hand. A gasp escaped my lips involuntarily. It felt completely different from touching myself.
Pi A-reum carefully examined my penis and spread her hand wide. It felt strange.
“This is, hmm, fifteen centimeters? That’s big.”
“…Is it?”
I knew the average penis size for Korean men. It was supposedly around 12-13cm. But whenever I saw online communities, the smallest anyone claimed was 15cm.
Unlike me, a frequent visitor of online forums, Pi A-reum drew on her indirect experience.
“Yeah. They say the average is twelve, thirteen centimeters. My friend said the biggest she’d seen was fifteen.”
I felt an immense sense of pride. My chest puffed out, and my back straightened. Ah, was this an unavoidable male instinct?
But Pi A-reum’s next words made me realize it was too early to celebrate.
“But they say girth is what really matters. Even if it’s long, if it’s thin, women can’t feel it.”
“……”
I gulped, waiting for her verdict. I was more nervous than when I took placement matches in ranked games.
Professor Pi, so what’s the grade for my penis?
“Girth… I’m not sure. It seems thick…”
“C-Can’t you estimate with your hand?”
“No. I think I need a measuring tape for the circumference. Do you have one?”
“No…”
I didn’t have a measuring tape, not even a ruler. Why would I?
Seeing my disappointment, Pi A-reum chuckled.
“It’s funny, though. Shouldn’t you be the one asking me to measure it?”
“Huh? No, you’re the one who measured it without asking. If you think about it, it’s pretty rude to do this in front of someone.”
Suddenly, I felt wronged.
“How would you like it if I touched your breasts in front of you and said, ‘These are a C-cup. Not bad to touch’?”
“Hmph. I wouldn’t mind.”
Pi A-reum scoffed and lifted her t-shirt.
Her glorious breasts were revealed.
“I’m confident about them.”
Ms. A-reum said confidently,
that they were a D-cup.
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