Not Sober - Chapter 2. Part 3

Chapter 2. Part 3

Her erect clit rubbed hard against the smooth sensation. The feeling of having a weapon pierce her v*g*na was indescribable.

As if a giant ball of fire had entered her body, she felt the thick, fleshy shaft of his c*ck pushing against her inner walls.

“Hah, ah……!”

Jenna’s body shuddered as the forceful thrust entered her tight hole. Her stretched hole was clenched pitifully.

His c*ck did not give her a break, thrusting relentlessly into her p*ssy.

Jenna cried, and her face was soon a mess of tears.

Her p*ssy tingled with a pleasure she had never felt before.

She felt the swollen glans piercing her tender flesh. The c*ck teased her tiny hole with unrelenting force, even as she cried out.

She felt foolish. Her mind was so empty that she struggled to focus.

Jenna’s body shook as she was held down and forced to take his c*ck without moving.

“Hmm, so… big…”

“I kind of like your p*ssy.”

A sincere whisper reached Jenna’s ear amid the obscene noise, as if it were a declaration of love.

“She holds onto my p*nis.”

His bass voice was colorful, but once again, his words were far from sweet.

Jenna didn’t care at the moment. She felt half-awake and something hot inside her.

*.

“Ugh…….”

Jenna jerked up and grabbed her head. She had been drunk the night before and couldn’t believe what she had done. She had touched herself inappropriately, and some semen had been spilled out. Jenna quickly regained her senses.

‘Birth control!’

Oh my God, even if she was drunk and out of her mind, how could she not have looked for condoms?

“You, you… bitch, you bitch, you bitch!”

A big shadow fell over her head, followed by the voice she had heard over and over the night before, “What are you doing? The voice asked, “What are you doing first thing in the morning?”

“Hmph!”

“You’re staring at your own p*ssy, pulling your hair, and now you’re crying into your phone?”

Jenna was surprised and hiccupped. She looked up and saw Sung-chan who had just showered and had damp hair, staring down at her.

At this point, she was unable to see his face. Jenna looked at him. She appeared as though she were about to cry and asked.

“Senior, did you use birth control?”

He frowned in disbelief. He didn’t like the change in title from brother to senior.

“I had surgery.”

“What……?”

Jenna didn’t immediately understand his words. It took her a moment to realize which surgery he was referring to.

“You are lying. I do not know anyone our age who has undergone such a surgery.”

Although she may be inexperienced with men, she is not stupid. She knew enough to realize that the chances of a 20-year-old, unmarried man getting a vasectomy were zero.

Jenna did not question him. He lifted his shoulders once and grabbed his phone.

“Seriously, do you want to see my recent sperm-free test?”

He tapped his phone screen a few times. Soon, Jenna’s eyes were dazzled by the test results.

“Is it real…?”

Jenna’s anxiety subsided, and her heart rate returned to normal. However, one question remained:

“Why? “

After a brief pause, she remembered the numerous rumors that had circulated about him, ranging from flirtations to one-night stands to orgies. She concluded, ‘He was much more carefree than I had thought.’

He was very passionate about s*x. He would undergo a vasectomy operation to enjoy his s*x life. Jenna thought something about him while keeping a straight face. She quickly gathered her clothes.

“What is it? That look.”

“Nothing…….”

“Shit, you look at people like they’re f*cking as$holes.”

“Um, how did you figure that out?”

“Because it’s written all over your face.”

He frowned and scrutinized her, making it seem like a melodramatic moment from a TV show.

Indeed, he was good-looking. That much was clear. But, for some reason, Jenna wasn’t interested in pursuing anything further with him.

Especially not with a man who seemed overly obsessed with s*x to the point of getting a vasectomy.

‘Let’s just say it was an interesting experience.’

When would she ever sleep with a man like that?

“Thank you for the s*x,” Jenna said, still fully clothed and bowing toward him.

“Thanks for the s*x,” she repeated.

Jenna felt silly using the formal greeting she had been taught for 23 years, but she said it anyway. Her affluent upbringing had instilled this etiquette in her.

As Sung-chan watched her leave with her head lowered, he couldn’t hide his disbelief.

‘What kind of woman would deliver such a formal greeting to a one-night stand and then leave without a word?’

The sound of the door closing brought him back to reality. He realized something strange: She hadn’t asked for his phone number, his contact information, or even his social media information.

Sung-chan had an unusual ending. Women usually leave some room for future contact, even if it’s a small gesture.

And eventually, they would often come back to him with regrets. However, Jenna’s leaving signaled something different, something he hadn’t experienced before.

Jenna, however, wasn’t one to be underestimated. She was also the first woman to leave Sung-chan alone in a hotel room.

‘It was the result I wanted. Although last night was great, I knew I would meet someone else in the future who could match it.’

He knew that. He tried to forget about Jenna and ignored the strange feeling of annoyance that came from her leaving without any sign of regret towards him.

*

“Hey, so, how was it?”

Jenna was approached by her as if she had been waiting for her. She seemed scared to enter Sua’s house.

“Did you have s*x with him? Did you have s*x with him? Wow, Min Jenna finally got together with a guy after 23 years!”

“Hey, it’s not like that,” Jenna clarified, shaking her head as she glanced at Sua, who seemed to anticipate a romantic connection between her and Sung-chan.

“We just had a casual one-time thing,” she explained. Sua’s reaction was one of surprise.

“That’s unbelievable,” Sua exclaimed, slapping her forehead. “To hear ‘one night stand’ from you, Min Jenna… we just had a casual one-time thing.” She muttered about it feeling like a dream.

“So, how was he? Was he good? Was he big? In good shape?” Sua bombarded Jenna with questions.

Jenna nodded her head in response to the rapid-fire barrage of questions.

She had never experienced s*x before, but it was ecstatic. The sensation of melting her entire body was so strong that she would never forget it.

Maybe even at the moment of closing the coffin lid, she was thinking, “That was the best sex I’ve ever had with him.”.

Jenna decided to keep the memory of that ecstatic night close to her heart.

*.

Although it felt like an eternity, only three days had passed, according to the calendar. In that short time, Jenna realized that she couldn’t erase the memory of him and their night together from her mind. She understood that her life could never return to how it was before that night.

“You must have a really wet pussy, because I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

F*ck, every time I remove my p*n*s from your v*g*na, it sticks.

Sitting in the lecture hall, Jenna couldn’t focus on her studies. She shook her head, trying to clear the vulgar thoughts running through her mind.

Upon reflection, she recognized that, although she had intended to remain silent, her sudden use of vulgar language had a strange appeal.

She wondered if it was just that. Since having s*x, she has felt a lingering sensation in her v*g*na, longing for the intense pleasure she experienced with him.

Jenna wrote in her textbook. She wondered if this was why gynecology asks about s*xual experience.

At this rate, she knew she was going to fail.