Min-sun's kiss was a storm brewing, gentle yet insistent. It was a hunger, a raw need that consumed her. His tongue danced with hers, a heated waltz, and his mouth pulled at her with a fierce urgency. His hands were a whirlwind, exploring every curve of her body. From the firm squeeze of her breasts, he traced the outline of her back, the dip of her waist, the smooth expanse of her legs. This should have been a wildfire, a moment of untamed passion, but Chin felt nothing. She yearned for the tingling sensation, the rush of butterflies, the familiar thrill that usually accompanied intimacy. But there was only a hollow void where her pleasure should have been.
Min-sun's hands moved to a delicate, almost hidden place, a tiny slit of an opening, a bud of rose. His touch was gentle at first, a tentative exploration. But then he began to press, a rhythmic, insistent pressure. Chin's eyes flew open, pain shooting through her like a searing flame. It wasn't a pleasant ache, not the kind that bloomed with pleasure. It was a stark, raw discomfort. But Min-sun, lost in his own desire, looked at her expectantly. His eyes held a hopeful anticipation that she couldn't bear to crush. So Chin arched her back, a mimicry of pleasure, a painful charade. She forced a moan, a hollow sound that echoed the emptiness she felt inside.
Min-sun, lost in the moment, continued his rhythmic pressure. Chin, however, reached her breaking point. Pain, sharp and unforgiving, ripped through her, causing her to cry out. She quickly pulled his hand away, a desperate act to stop the onslaught.
Min-sun, mistaking her reaction for heightened pleasure, leaned in for another kiss, his fervor undiminished. As he unzipped his pants, revealing a thick, fleshy rod, a sight that usually elicited a different kind of reaction, Chin swallowed hard. The sight of it, the anticipation in his eyes, overwhelmed her.
"I can't," she whispered, her voice a mere tremor, as she met his pleading gaze. "I can't control myself anymore," he mumbled, his voice a low growl. He pulled her close, his body a hot, pressing weight against hers. His hips began to move, a primal, urgent rhythm that spoke of his escalating desire. Chin knelt on the floor, her movements hesitant as she gathered her hair into a loose knot. With a nervous breath, she took him in, her mouth small and inexperienced around his size. It was an overwhelming sensation, like trying to swallow a giant lollipop, only this one was warm, musk-scented, and impossibly thick.
It was their first time. Min-sun's reaction was raw and sincere, a low groan escaping him as his eyes fluttered shut. He liked the way she used her tongue to stroke the tip, the way her breath tickled him as she tried to fit him entirely within her. Chin managed to get him halfway, but then Min-sun, overcome by his urge, grabbed her head, pulling her in. The rough movement scraped against her throat, making her gasp for air. Panic surged through her as she quickly pulled back, her lungs burning.
Chin shot a furious look at Min-sun, who was now blinking open his eyes, dazed and apologetic. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice weak. Pre-ejaculate, a clear liquid, began to seep from the tip of his arousal.
Min-sun knelt before her, his posture a picture of defeat. "I'm sorry, Chin-sun," he pleaded, his voice a whimper, "Please forgive me." He crawled towards her, but Chin instinctively backed away, her heart a tangle of emotions.
Seeing her recoil, Min-sun felt a wave of remorse wash over him. His expression crumpled, and he lowered his head, shame heavy in his eyes. Chin watched him, a strange mixture of anger and sympathy stirring within her.
Catching her breath, Chin slowly crawled towards him. She reached out, gently lifting his chin, and saw the silent tears tracing paths down his cheeks. "It's not your fault," she whispered, her voice laced with a newfound tenderness,
"It's our first time. It's supposed to be painful." As much as she was consoling him, she was also trying to convince herself. The experience had been more awkward than pleasurable, a far cry from the romantic encounters she'd dreamed of. Min-sun, seeing her compassion, offered a hesitant smile. Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her.
Min-sun's touch was patient and reassuring, slowly melting away the tension that had gripped Chin. He unhooked her bra, and her full breasts, freed from their confinement, sprung forth. The sight of them, plump and beautiful, made Chin feel shy, a blush creeping up her neck. Min-sun's tongue danced across her sensitive skin, teasing her nipples with a playful swirl. She felt a tingling sensation, a fleeting warmth that morphed into something strange, almost unnerving. The pleasure, if it could be called that, was gone as quickly as it came, leaving behind a feeling of anticlimax.
His kisses continued their journey, trailing down her chest, a gentle map across her stomach, finally resting on the curve of her legs. It was a meticulous exploration, a careful attempt to awaken a response that, so far, remained elusive. His wetness met hers, a jarring contrast of warmth and cold. Min-sun quickly grabbed ice cubes from the mini-fridge and stuffed them into his mouth. The chill was a fleeting comfort, a temporary respite from the burning sensation he'd created.
As he teased her with his now-icy tongue, Chin's legs trembled, but not from the kind of pleasure he was aiming for. The cold was shocking, almost painful. Her inner muscles spasmed, a tight, involuntary clenching that was a stark contrast to the gentle response he desired. Min-sun, oblivious to her discomfort, slid his tongue inside her, his touch a forceful intrusion. Her walls tightened around him, a desperate attempt to resist the invasion, a tight, involuntary trap.
Min-sun glanced up at Chin, her face flushed and her breathing ragged. He mistook her distress for pleasure, assuming he'd finally ignited a spark within her. He rose, positioning himself to align with her, a surge of excitement building within him.
He gently nudged her opening, but his size was a challenge. Several attempts later, only his head had entered, met by a tight, clenching resistance. Chin, tense and overwhelmed, felt her inner muscles clamping down, the sensation a far cry from the ease he envisioned.
Min-sun, caught between his burgeoning desire and her obvious discomfort, fought the urge to push through. He felt the intense pressure against his tip, a thrilling sensation that sent ripples of pleasure through him.
"Chin," he whispered, his voice husky, "Breathe... just breathe."
How could she relax when her body felt invaded, a foreign object pressing against her sensitive insides? Min-sun, sensing her tension, shifted his weight, lifting her to meet his shoulders. The pressure eased slightly, allowing him to inch forward.
"Why did you choose to be a TA, and at that, to a grumpy professor?" he asked, trying to distract her, to ease the tension.
Chin rolled her eyes, a small laugh escaping her lips. "It was all Bai's idea. Professor Jimin is the definition of pain in the butt. He's literally worn me out. Did I tell you about the time he made me...?" Her voice trailed off as Min-sun, his patience wearing thin, finally pushed through. A gasp escaped her lips as he filled her completely.
Her breath hitched as he moved inside her, a slow, deliberate thrust that sent a wave of pain shooting from her lower body, right up her spine. She clenched her jaw, her eyes squeezed shut, her lip caught between her teeth. "Min... Min-sun..." she gasped, the pain overwhelming.
Min-sun, however, was caught in a whirlwind of his own pleasure. Her tightness, the way her body responded to his movements and her soft velvet voice uttering his name sent him over the edge. He began to thrust faster, harder, his focus solely on the intense sensations he was experiencing.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps, light and hurried, echoed down the hallway. "Shit," Min-sun cursed under his breath. The boys were coming.