Make Up for My First Night,

The first confession young Anasha received in her life was the worst.

The confessing party was her childhood friend, Karcian, who was often sick like a diseased chicken.

“I like you, Anasha!”

“Eek! No!”

After rejecting him so thoroughly, the shock must have been great, as she couldn’t see him anymore after that…

But lo and behold, he returned as a full-grown male after six years.

And it was on Anasha’s debutante day.

“Sasha?”

“Karr, hiccup! You… have grown a lot?”

As the low, serene voice, like the melody of percussion instruments, pierced her ears,

the abundant s*xual curiosity met with the influence of alcohol, leading to a reckless impulse.

“…Karc, ah, hng!”

The thrusts that pierced deep inside were as rough as an angry bull, yet the gentle lips tenderly explored her skin.

***

After that, whenever she recalled that night, a heat would gather in her intimate parts.

“Haa, ugh, ah! Ha… Karc, Karc…!”

Anasha remembered his member that filled her below while she probed her lower hole.

A situation where her mind rejected it, but her body responded ironically.

“Don’t abandon me… Are you going to abandon me…?”

Meanwhile, Karcian kept circling around Anasha like a wet puppy.

Can Anasha escape the word ‘friend’ and accept Karcian as a ‘lover’?