Joon tapped Yuna's name on the glowing screen.
A soft chime sounded. Then, with a smooth hiss, the frosted glass door beside him slid open.
And she stepped through.
His breath caught.
She wasn't just pretty. She was perfectly fucking designed to turn a virgin into a man. Yuna looked like she'd been sculpted from fantasies—twenty-two, tall, soft caramel skin, a body that begged to be gripped, licked, bred.
Her silky black hair fell in gentle waves just past her collarbone, framing a heart-shaped face with big, almond eyes and a subtle, welcoming smile. Her lips glistened with a gloss that made his cock twitch at the thought of them wrapped around him.
But it was her dress that made his mouth dry.
Crimson. Tight. Hugging her curves like a second skin. The low neckline exposed the tops of her full, perfect breasts, and the hem ended mid-thigh, revealing long, toned legs in sheer stockings. Her choker pulsed softly—red, unmistakable. She was ovulating, ready.
"Hello, Joon," she said, voice smooth and low. "I'm Yuna. I'll be your first."
He swallowed. Hard. "First... what, exactly?"
Yuna's smile widened just enough to tease.
"Your first instructor. First time. First breeding. First orgasm under guidance," she said, walking toward him with slow, sensual steps. "First time cumming inside a woman. First time being touched... the right way."
He didn't respond. Couldn't.
She reached for his hand. Warm fingers wrapped around his, pulling him gently toward the open doorway.
"Come," she said. "We'll take it at your pace."
The room smelled like jasmine and faint musk. Soft light glowed from recessed panels in the ceiling, tinting the space in warm golds and pinks. The floor was padded with soft, seamless mats, clean and thick like something between a dojo and a bedroom. A low, wide bed sat in the center, headless, covered in fresh white sheets. Along one wall was a full-length mirror—tastefully dimmed—but still showing every movement, every body part.
There was no desk. No screen. No distractions.
This room was made for one thing only: breeding.
Joon stood awkwardly by the edge of the mat while Yuna turned and faced him, her hands resting lightly at her hips.
"Nervous?" she asked gently.
He nodded, swallowing again. "Kind of…"
"That's normal. Every new Candidate feels like this." Her voice dropped a note. "But I promise, you'll feel very different soon."
She took a step forward and brushed her hand across his chest. Slowly, she undid the first button of his shirt.
Joon froze.
"Can I undress you?" she asked softly.
He nodded.
One by one, she worked the buttons down his chest, eyes never leaving his. When she pushed the shirt from his shoulders, her fingertips grazed his skin, sending small shocks down his spine.
She crouched slightly to pull off his socks. Then rose, fingers grazing the waistband of his pants.
"This okay?" she whispered.
Another nod. He was hard. Very hard. And the pressure was becoming impossible to ignore.
She undid his button, slowly unzipped him, and then—without fanfare—pulled down his boxers.
His cock sprang free.
Thick. Heavy. Already leaking precum.
Yuna inhaled softly. "Oh…"
Her eyes widened just enough to betray surprise, even though her face remained composed.
"They said your potential was high," she murmured, kneeling gracefully in front of him. "They weren't exaggerating."
She reached up and wrapped one hand around his shaft—warm, gentle fingers that barely fit around his girth.
"Let's ease you in." She smiled. "You don't need to cum inside right away."
Her tongue flicked over the tip of his cock. Just once.
Joon's hips bucked instinctively.
Yuna giggled, then opened her lips and slid him into her mouth.
Warmth. Wetness. Fuck. He groaned out loud, grabbing at the air, his body jerking slightly as she worked her mouth over his shaft. Her lips glided over his cock like velvet, her tongue swirling around the head before pushing deeper, deeper—
She moaned around him, the vibration sending sparks down his spine.
Her hands didn't stay idle. One rubbed his thigh, tracing muscle. The other reached behind her back, found the zipper of her tight dress, and slowly drew it down.
As she sucked him off, inch by inch, her dress peeled away. First the fabric slackened at her shoulders. Then it fell forward, revealing a lacy red bra barely holding her full tits.
She shifted on her knees, letting the dress slide down her hips, revealing matching lace panties pulled tight between her thighs. Her stomach was flat, her body warm and glistening slightly under the golden light.
She pulled him from her mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting them.
"Don't cum yet," she whispered. "I want your first load where it counts."
Joon nodded shakily, trying not to collapse on the spot.
Yuna stood and let the dress fall to the floor. She unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, then bent slowly to step out of her panties, her eyes never leaving his.
Her pussy was smooth, wet, glistening.
The red choker pulsed in time with her heartbeat.
[SYSTEM NOTICE]
Candidate Joon: First Oral Stimulation – Complete
Ejaculation: Delayed (97%)
Partner Yuna (Red Status) – Confirmed Ovulating
She climbed onto the bed and lay back, spreading her legs slowly, teasingly.
"Come here, Joon," she said softly. "Let me be your first. Breed me."
He took a trembling step forward, cock pulsing like it had a mind of its own.