Chapter 51: The First Time She Said Yes

Ji-hye sat on the hallway floor, legs folded awkwardly beneath her, her back pressed against the wall. Her fingers still trembled, slick from her own orgasm. Her panties clung to her, wet and ruined, her pulse racing in her ears. The air around her smelled of sex. Warm, earthy, musky. Her body felt hot—tingling, burning with shame, with hunger, with something she hadn’t let herself feel in so long. She should have left. She should have gone back to her car, washed her hands, pretended none of this happened. But the moment she saw Harin in the doorway, all thought vanished. Barefoot. Naked. Glowing.Cum still dripping from between her thighs. Ji-hye’s eyes locked on the pale stream trailing slowly down Harin’s inner thigh. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. All she could think was:That should be me. That should be inside me. Harin walked closer, her steps slow, gentle, like she knew exactly what Ji-hye was feeling—like she’d been there once too. She crouched in front of her and reached out, brushing the edge of Ji-hye’s cheek with her fingertips. "You want him to fuck you, don’t you?" Harin asked softly, voice low, knowing. Ji-hye’s eyes widened. Her lips parted—but she couldn’t form words. Her body shook, and something raw slipped past her defenses. She nodded. Barely. Shyly. But she nodded. Harin’s smile warmed. "Come on," she whispered, gently taking her hand. Ji-hye let her pull her up. Her legs wobbled beneath her, nerves making her stomach flutter, but she didn’t resist. The bedroom was quiet now. Joon-ho sat at the edge of the bed—bare-chested, strong thighs parted, his cock still fully hard, heavy between them. His eyes lifted as Ji-hye entered, and something changed in his gaze. Not shock. Not lust. Something deeper. Steady. Steeling. He reached out for her, wordless, and she stepped into his arms like she’d done it a hundred times before. He kissed her. Soft. Gentle. Soothing. Her whole body melted. The warmth of his lips calmed her even as it ignited every nerve. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She pressed against his chest, and her legs felt weaker by the second. Behind her, Harin came closer again. Her fingers moved to Ji-hye’s blouse, undoing the buttons slowly, one by one. Ji-hye gasped softly into Joon-ho’s mouth—but didn’t stop kissing him. Her body flushed with embarrassment and anticipation, breath quickening as Harin pulled the fabric open and slid it from her shoulders. "You’re beautiful," Harin whispered from behind. Ji-hye’s bra came off next, and her nipples stiffened instantly in the open air. Her skirt slipped down to her feet, pooling around her ankles. Only her soaked panties remained—clinging to her folds, already wet from earlier. Joon-ho broke the kiss, eyes running down her bare chest, her waist, the trembling softness of her thighs. Ji-hye’s hands came up reflexively to cover herself. "Don’t look too much," she whispered. "I’ve been holding back for too long," he murmured, brushing her hands aside with quiet tenderness. "Let me see you." Her breath caught. And still—she let him. She was guided onto his lap, her thighs straddling his, her wet panties rubbing against the base of his cock. She could feel every inch of it—hot, pulsing, firm against her. "I can feel it," she whispered. "It’s... so big." "You can take it," Harin murmured from behind, kissing her shoulder. "You’re already wet for him." Ji-hye moaned softly as Joon-ho’s arms wrapped around her. Their bodies pressed together—chest to chest, cock to cunt. Her nipples grazed his skin, sending jolts straight to her stomach. Harin kissed down her spine, her hands resting on Ji-hye’s hips, guiding her, supporting her. "You’ve been holding yourself back," Harin whispered. "It’s time to let go." Joon-ho laid her down gently on the bed. Her heart pounded as she stared up at the ceiling. Every part of her was exposed. Her panties were soaked and transparent now, the outline of her folds clearly visible, her nipples hard against the cool air. Joon-ho knelt between her thighs. His hands spread her legs open, and Ji-hye whimpered. Her soaked panties slid aside. Her pussy was glistening—lips pink and puffy, throbbing with anticipation. He stroked her folds once—slowly, reverently—and she gasped. "She wants it," Harin whispered beside her. "Say it. Let him hear you." Ji-hye trembled, her face burning. "I..."Her voice caught. "I want it," she whispered, barely audible. "I want your cock." Joon-ho leaned down and kissed her once—slow and deep. "Then I’ll give it to you," he murmured. He pressed the thick head of his cock to her soaked opening, rubbing gently, coating himself in her arousal. And then—slowly—he pushed in. Her breath caught. Her body opened for him, her pussy stretching to take him inch by inch. She felt everything—the girth, the heat, the way her walls gripped him tight like they didn’t want to let go. When he bottomed out, she let out a soft, high moan. She was full. So full. And trembling. A ripple of pleasure burst through her body—a light orgasm, barely contained. Her pussy fluttered around him, clenching involuntarily. "Wait," she whispered, clinging to his arms. "Don’t move yet..." Joon-ho stilled inside her. Held her gently. She reached up and pulled him close. "Can you... kiss me again?" she whispered. "Just... hold me. Please." He kissed her forehead. Then her lips. "I’m not going anywhere," he said softly. "I’ve got you." Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, clinging to him as if his weight might anchor her spinning thoughts. Her inner walls were fluttering around him, already hypersensitive from the long build-up, and her mind was reeling with the sheer depth of sensation. She’d never felt anything like this. Not with her ex. Not with anyone. Not even in the lonely nights she’d touched herself and cried afterward from how empty it all felt. But this—This was full.This was real. His cock inside her wasn’t just stretching her—it was filling something deeper. Like his weight on top of her settled something she hadn’t known was starving. And the shame tried to creep in. The little voice in her head whispered: You’re so easy. So needy. Letting them see you like this... But then Joon-ho’s hand brushed her cheek again. And Harin’s fingers gently combed her hair. And all she felt was safe. "I’m scared..." Ji-hye whispered, so soft it nearly vanished. Joon-ho kissed her again. "It’s okay," he murmured. "I’ve got you. You don’t have to hide anything tonight." Harin added quietly, "You don’t have to be strong here." And with that, Ji-hye exhaled. Her thighs loosened. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders. And for the first time in a long time, she let go—completely.