"It's quite a sight to see the usually cool Emma begging for intimacy, making the sales manager look bad,"
said the young ace, John, as he leaned in closer, forcing Emma to look up.
"N-no... that's not... ah!"
She tried to protest, but the words wouldn't come out right.
Her pride wanted to deny it, but the reality was undeniable.
(I really don't want to ask a colleague, especially a junior, for something like this... but my body feels so hot, I can't take it anymore.)
John looked at Emma with a smug smile, while Emma bit her lip in humiliation.
This situation began a few hours earlier.
There was a drinking party with the sales department today. It seemed like there were quite a few participants until the second round. By the third and fourth rounds, only John, Emma, and John's peer, Michael, remained, as they were strong drinkers.
Michael had spiked Emma's drink with an aphrodisiac. The combination of the spiked drink and her previous intoxication made Emma unsteady on her feet, and she was about to be taken outside when John intervened and took her to a hotel to take care of her.
"It's fine if you want to ask me for intimacy, but don't complain later,"
John said as he began to tear Emma's stockings.
"What!? I'm not asking for it!! Stop it! Do you think you can just do this!?"
Emma protested in shock as John ignored her and caressed her exposed thigh.
"Don't worry, I'll replace the stockings. Besides, I want to see that strong face of yours turn into a crying one,"
John said as he reached for Emma's chest. His hand moved under her skirt and into her underwear, and she tried to stop him, but couldn't reach.
"No!" Emma cried out softly, trying to close her legs, but John's arm wrapped around her thigh prevented it.
"Emma, you're so cute... you still have some fight left in you,"
"Of course not! Do you think you can get away with this!?"
Emma shouted back at John's words, and he smiled.
"Well, for now, you'll be mine,"
(W-what does he mean by that? It's just a one-night stand, right?)
While she was confused about how to interpret his words, her panties were removed following her stockings.
"What!? Wait! Isn't this too fast!? Wait... no!"
Emma raised her voice, trying to escape the situation, but she couldn't stop John's hand. His fingers parted her intimate area and entered.
(Ugh... it hurts since it's my first time.)
Emma grimaced at the foreign sensation inside her, and John asked with concern.
"Does it hurt? ...But stopping now is impossible."
"N-no way... ah! No!"
Emma tried to maintain her pride, but John's fingers touched a sensitive spot, making her let out an involuntary sound.
(W-what should I do... I can't hold back my voice.)
Her pride wouldn't allow her to ask for it, but she couldn't be confident in holding back her voice. Moreover, he seemed more eager seeing her in this state.
"W-wait, it hurts!"
"It can't hurt with just one finger, especially if you're used to it."
Realizing he was about to insert a second finger, Emma threw away her pride and shouted.
"It's my first time!! Please, be gentle!"
"What... your first time?"
John stopped in surprise at Emma's words.
Taking advantage of the pause, Emma tried to pull away, but he easily pulled her back and kissed her.
"What!? No, stop!?"
She tried to struggle, but couldn't escape John's arms. Meanwhile, his tongue invaded her mouth.
(Ugh... my head feels fuzzy...)
"I'm sorry... if it's your first time, it must have hurt. I'll go cool my head,"
John said, attempting to leave the hotel, but Emma stopped him, asking for intimacy, leading to John's initial remark.
Her body felt unbearably hot, and she desperately wanted relief. She had already exposed herself to this extent, so pride was no longer a concern.
"P-please, hurry, I'm so hot... I'm going to lose it..."
"I'll be as gentle as possible, let me know if it hurts..."
Emma pleaded, and John nodded with a smile.
John gently and slowly caressed Emma's intimate area.
Then, he slowly positioned himself.
"Emma, I'm going in,"
"Gently... ah! Ahhh!"
Emma screamed as he slowly entered.
It was adequately lubricated, and instead of pain, she felt a hot, overwhelming sensation that made her vision go white.
(This is...)
Though not painful, the intense foreign sensation made sweat bead on her forehead.
John paused after a bit, and when Emma looked at him, he had a wry smile.
"Are you okay, Emma?"
"Of course not! Make it smaller!!"
"That's impossible,"
John remained still, waiting for Emma to catch her breath.
Emma took deep breaths to alleviate the pain.
"It's a bit better, you can move,"
Emma said, and John nodded slightly, starting to move his hips.
(It hurts... it really hurts...)
His movements were slow and gentle, but the pain was still overwhelming.
Emma continued to take deep breaths to manage the pain.
(But it's getting a bit easier now.)
Just as she was getting used to the foreign sensation, John's movement brushed against a certain spot.
"Ahh!?"
"Here it is. Emma's sweet spot,"
(What is this? I've never felt anything like this before...)
John found Emma's sweet spot and targeted it.
(What is this!? No way!?)
It wasn't the same pain as before, and though there was some pain, the pleasure was more intense.
"Ah! No, ah!"
"You're squeezing too tight,"
John said with a wry smile as Emma moaned involuntarily.
Emma couldn't hear John's words as her mind was overwhelmed by the pleasure.
"Ah, more...!"
(More!? Why!?)
Emma was surprised by her own words, but she couldn't stop.
"Don't tease me too much,"
John said, increasing the intensity of his movements. The pleasure filled Emma's mind completely.
(No! I'm at my limit!)
As her vision went white, John stopped moving. She felt something hot spreading inside her.
(He didn't use protection!)
"...I'll be mad if you run away,"
Emma glared at John, breathless.
"I'll take responsibility,"
John replied confidently, looking straight at Emma.
Fin.
