The Norms of Semen Addiction (3)
I got the semen addiction diagnosis and came home to rest. I didn't touch anything else—just lay in bed, wrapping myself in the blanket. To help me recover faster, Geon-yul said he'd stay out until I fell asleep and come back later. I felt a little guilty about it. After all, he was being considerate because of my condition.
"Sorry... because of me... You must've been caught off guard since you didn't even know I was sick."
"Nah, no. It felt good for me too, so it's fine."
"That would've been perfect if you'd just skipped the 'felt good' part."
Once Geon-yul left, I tried to relax my mind and body as much as possible. I figured I'd scroll on my phone until sleep came. But it wasn't as easy as it sounded.
"...Just a little touch?"
In the end, I used the excuse that no one was in the room and dove headfirst into a masturbation frenzy. The fear of fingering my pussy had somehow vanished after sex with Geon-yul and getting my toes shoved in on the field earlier.
"Haaang! Eunggh! Hngh, hiiik♡"
Doing it in the living room would've made a mess with all the squirting, so I went to the bathroom. No one was in the room, and I knew the bathroom was super soundproof, so I didn't hold back my voice. I let loose the moans I'd always suppressed during stimulation and went to town.
I came three times in a row like that, stopping only when exhaustion overtook my lust.
"Something... something's missing..."
Masturbating to soothe semen addiction wasn't easy. It felt good in the moment, quieting the throat and tongue craving semen and precum. But as soon as the high faded and I headed back to bed, my body demanded it again. It was like a thirsty person drinking seawater—blissful going down, but the thirst only worsened after.
What if I just give up and beg for real? He'd pity me and help, right...? The thought flashed briefly, but I shook my head.
"Just... sleep it off..."
Half out of it, I slipped under the covers, tweaking my nipples until sleep finally took me.
"You up?"
The next morning, the symptoms had eased somewhat. It was way better than yesterday, when semen thoughts hadn't left my mind for a second.
"Feeling a bit better?"
"Definitely improved, but if you're asking if I'm fine... no. Still feels off..."
"Yeah, figured. I can tell from the way you're looking at me."
"Sorry."
I should look people in the eyes when talking, but here I was, staring straight at his crotch. Embarrassed, I turned my head slightly, and Geon-yul tapped the table to pull my gaze back.
"Uh... the 'medicine' is in the bathroom. Go grab it when you need it."
"What, you prepared it already? So diligent."
"No big deal. It's part of my daily routine anyway."
Kang Geon-yul, looking all proud. Yeah, must be nice jerking off every morning. Meanwhile, some of us have to sniff cum-stained tissues to cure semen addiction.
"...Let's eat first."
Aside from feeling under the weather, it was a normal morning. Toasted bread with jam, then warm milk to settle my nerves. The jam looked like semen because of the illness, and gulping down warm white milk felt lewd, but I desperately ignored it. The real battle was against myself.
"But why does sniffing semen smell count as medicine? The school nurse explained, so I get it, but I don't understand why."
"It's not exactly medicine—more like a substitute."
"Substitute?"
Unlike me, Geon-yul seemed to know more about this condition. Had he researched while I was out of it yesterday? I perked up my ears, focusing on his words.
"They say quitting smoking or drinking cold turkey after swearing you'll never do it again always leads to relapse. Better to ease off with e-cigs or non-alcoholic drinks."
"Ah, that makes sense."
"Yeah. If an owner bans semen outright to protect their addicted bitch, she might go into heat and run to another guy. She'd pay for it later, of course."
"Hey, you think I'd do that?"
"I don't think you would. But tapering off is still better."
I nodded. Semen addiction apparently worsened the more you consumed. Sniffing the scent satisfied some urge without ingesting it, harmless to the body.
Bitches running to other men, though... That's shocking. Instincts over social norms, huh? Even bitches raised to obey one owner forever might bolt for cum. Not me, obviously.
"Well then, shall we...?"
"Don't tense up. Just a few minutes, they said. Too long isn't good."
"F-Few minutes?!"
"You say that now, but once you start, you'll lose track of time."
Why scare me like that? Sounds like drug promo. I met Geon-yul's eyes, backing toward the bathroom door with a creak.
"Snuuuurf."
Sure enough, a faint semen scent wafted from the bathroom. The very thing I needed most. Just stepping in made my crotch throb and nipples perk up.
I spotted the cum tissue on the dry toilet lid and snatched it.
"Huu, huu..."
Thankfully, as the nurse said, I didn't rip it open and lick like a maniac. I still had my wits; eyes didn't roll back despite the cum right there. Better than yesterday.
Like an Olympic torchbearer, I gingerly carried the cum tissue out, approaching Geon-yul while keeping distance from my face—too close might make me weird.
"Mmm."
Meanwhile, Geon-yul feigned stern seriousness, but his eyes were on my nipples. My loose white tee indoors made them poke out obviously.
I ignored his gaze, sitting beside him. His huge bed had room for two side-by-side.
"Got it fine."
"Don't praise me for this."
"Thought you might eat it on the way."
"...What do you even take me for?"
I scowled at his smirking praise. The situation was awkward enough.
Just finish talking already...!
First, the thick wad in my hand felt off. Geon-yul's loads were huge, so the tissue was bulky. But even wrapped thick, squeezing gave a soft, squishy feel.
Is this really cum? After three loads yesterday, still this thick? Even in this 19+ broken world, it was impressive. Should be watery by now, yet jelly-like. Realizing that, wetness leaked between my legs. Nipples, crotch, hands, even twitching toes—all reacting to nearby cum.
"Wanna sniff?"
"Cut the jokes."
"No, I'd let you if you want."
"There's stuff you can do and can't..."
Irony. No one around, yet I couldn't resist his words. The tissue was in my hand, my body—why frozen? Puzzled, I thought.
...The prescription! That's it!
Prescription, medication guidance—from experts way above me. They said follow Geon-yul's instructions, so I couldn't budge.
"Don't wanna sniff? Fine."
"...I do."
"What?"
Swallowing shame, I spoke.
"I wanna sniff... the medicine smell..."
"Hmm, something's off. Anyway, go ahead. Need help?"
"N-No. I can do it myself."
"If your mouth opens or tongue sticks out, confiscating it. No giving in to temptation."
I unfolded the tissue slightly, pressing to my nose. Couldn't hold back—inhaled deeply.
First, the sweet function hit: sugar, chocolate-sweet aroma. Then the musky semen night-flower scent. Finally, the hidden coppery stink, not fully masked.
Yes... that's the smell I crave...
Forgot his warning, mouth nearly opening, tongue out. Barely held back, seeking pleasure differently.
Masturbating like yesterday okay? Self-play during addiction like seawater, but yesterday was raw. With this scent? Different maybe. Curious. Wanna try.
Hand slipped into training pants thoughtlessly—Crazy?! I jolted back to sanity.
Geon-yul gripped my wrist.
"Snap out of it, Chae-a. Can't lose to semen."
"...Semen? Wait, my head..."
Snuuuurf, haaa, snuuuurf, haaa. Like a junkie with nose buried, I forced my foggy brain.
"What was I...?"
"Couldn't eat cum, so comforting yourself."
"...I'm losing it, for real."
I flung the tissue away, messing my hair wildly. When did I think I was alone? Or okay masturbating in front of Geon-yul? In our room, both sane—nearly went primal. Shocking.
"Told you treatment wouldn't be easy, but didn't expect it this rough."
Geon-yul muttered seriously. Sniffing while masturbating isn't a big treatment issue. Just shocking I'd almost shamelessly do it in front of my friend.
'He jerked you off himself—what's the diff?' No, different. Clearly. Couldn't explain, but felt wrong.
"...Thanks for helping again. Gonna impose for the week. Sorry."
"No biggie."
"Won't happen again."
I said it, but lacked confidence. Could I endure a week sniffing cum tissues and resisting masturbation in front of him?
I'll manage. No way I'd lose to some semen scent.