A Senior's Demonstration
Elisha asked her senior whether being solo truly warranted such a reaction. “Stella, is being alone really that sad?”
“It depends on the person. Some people actually prefer being solo without a partner.”
“Then those uncles must be sad because they don’t have partners.”
Even if she couldn’t fully understand the emotion of lacking a partner, she decided to remember it. In moments like this, offering comfort was probably the right thing to do.
“I’m sure you’ll find good partners soon, uncles.”
“Cough.”
“Elisha, saying something like that while smiling only makes the wound deeper.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
Distinguishing when to smile during comfort and when to look sorrowful was surprisingly difficult. After a stretch of silence, the plump uncle relaxed his expression and spoke in a bright voice.
“Well, it’s not like it’s the first or second time. Anyway, Stella, how about joining us today…”
“Are the three of you planning to do it together again today?”
“I don’t particularly like it, but if we want to beat Stella, we have no choice.”
“What’s so special about it? We’re already all sharing the same hole, aren’t we?”
“Don’t use vulgar language in front of Stella.”
“Dirty bastard.”
So this was that thing called 4P. She had heard it was quite difficult and advanced sex. Apparently Stella could handle it. Watching directly would probably let her gain considerable experience, but she wondered if she would actually be allowed to observe.
“Guys, didn’t we swear to share Stella together? And yet you’re calling me a dirty bastard.”
“Because you insist on using that kind of expression instead of something nicer.”
“Your mouth is always the problem. That incident with the customer last time was because of your mouth too.”
“No, that customer was the one being unreasonable…”
“Everyone, please don’t fight. The night is still long, isn’t it?”
At the senior’s gentle smile and words, the uncles cleared their throats and glanced at one another. After calming the men whose voices had been rising, Stella began tidying up. Noticing this, the uncles’ faces lit up with eager, lecherous expressions.
“If our Stella says not to fight, then we shouldn’t fight.”
“Ahem.”
“Of course, of course.”
“Shall we get up first?”
“Let’s go wash up first.”
“Stella, just come to the usual room.”
After saying this, the uncles stood up in an awkward posture with their hips pushed back and disappeared upstairs. So this was what receiving aftercare meant. It was a good opportunity to directly observe the sex techniques of an experienced senior angel.
“Stella, may I watch the play?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure if they’ll allow it.”
“It’s just watching, so wouldn’t it be fine?”
“Most people feel embarrassed and reluctant to have sex while someone is watching. Angels are very different, so we have to be considerate.”
“But those uncles are having sex with you three at once, right? They’ll be seeing each other anyway.”
“Doing it together and just watching are different.”
“It’s complicated.”
“Anyway, I’ll ask them.”
“Thank you, senior.”
After finishing the cleanup, she followed Stella to a room on the third floor that the uncles often used. Stella knocked, went inside, and after a moment told her to come in. When Elisha entered, three uncles wearing only towels around their lower bodies were sitting on the bed and chairs, waiting. With expressions of joy and excitement, they spoke.
“Our newbie wants to observe?”
“Of course we should help!”
“Thinking about doing Stella in front of someone else is making me even more excited.”
“But it’s the first time I’ve seen an angel wanting to observe another angel’s sex.”
“I wanted to experience it indirectly because I have no sexual experience.”
“You’ve never had sex before?”
The experiences she had were too subtle to call sex, so it didn’t feel right to say she had tried it. Being toyed with by her master or beaten by Kate were both forms of play, not proper intercourse involving penetration. Besides, both her master and Kate were women, so penetration wasn’t possible anyway.
“Yes.”
“Is Elisha a virgin, by any chance?”
“Hey, don’t talk so crudely even if she’s an angel. Does it matter if she’s a virgin?”
“I am a virgin.”
“Hey, Elishia. You shouldn’t say things like that so easily.”
“Yeah, if someone asks about that, just kick them in the balls with an angry face.”
While Elisha chatted with the uncles, Stella naturally took off her clothes and went into the bathroom. Her back view—voluptuous breasts barely visible between her shoulders, a narrow waist, wide hips, and plump buttocks—was incredibly alluring. The uncles stared at Stella’s retreating figure as if entranced, only coming to their senses after the bathroom door closed.
“Ah, what were we talking about again?”
“Uh… what was it. Something about kicking someone in the balls.”
“You told me to kick the balls of anyone who asks if I’m a virgin.”
“Ah, right. Guys who nitpick about virginity are on the same level as women who nitpick about chastity. They’re trash.”
“Especially guys who sleep around with multiple women but still demand virginity—they’re the worst kind of garbage.”
“People need to have a conscience. The only one who can talk about virginity is someone who’s a virgin themselves.”
The uncles warned her to be especially careful of such men. It was strange advice to give an angel, but she could tell they were looking out for her. Seeing her still standing, the uncles spoke as if they had only just noticed.
“Oh, we left you standing this whole time.”
“Don’t just stand there. Let’s see… hey, give me that chair.”
The muscular uncle snatched the chair from the one who had been sitting and placed it beside the bed. After thoroughly wiping the seat, he said,
“Sit here and watch. It’s a front-row seat with a great view.”
“Thank you.”
“Well then. I guess I’ll have to work extra hard today.”
“Being in charge of a newbie angel’s education feels strangely moving.”
“I’ll watch carefully and learn well.”
“Heh heh, we’ve got plenty of experience.”
“Mostly with angels, though.”
“Do you always have to add one more thing and ruin the mood?”
The uncles started bickering over trivial matters again. She couldn’t tell if their relationship was good or bad. While watching the two argue, the most muscular uncle suddenly started doing push-ups. The thinner uncle, who had been standing, looked at him and said,
“Why are you suddenly exercising?”
“Hmph, huff. There’s a newbie angel watching, so I have to look good. My body is the only thing I have to show off.”
“Don’t waste your energy and end up collapsing after a few minutes.”
“Strong stamina comes from a healthy body!”
She wasn’t sure about strong stamina, but she agreed that a healthy body was good. At the muscular uncle’s words, the plump uncle sitting on the bed clicked his tongue.
“Stamina is something you’re born with. Exercise helps to some extent, but in the end it’s genetics.”
“Hmph, let’s see who lasts until the end.”
Watching the uncles argue about whose stamina was stronger and calling each other premature ejaculators made them seem childish. Their immature squabble ended with Stella’s appearance after finishing her shower. She walked out with steam rising from her body, wearing only a single towel. The clinging towel revealed her voluptuous and attractive figure without any concealment. Smiling seductively as if deliberately provoking them, she walked with light steps, casually loosening the towel at her chest to expose her breasts, and said,
“Are you ready, gentlemen?”
“Of course!”
“My junior is always ready.”
“Huff, huff.”
With a lascivious smile, Stella spun around teasingly, untied the towel, and threw it toward the muscular uncle’s face as he exhaled roughly. At the same time, her beautiful body was revealed, drawing gasps from the uncles. Her expression and movements were those of a seductive courtesan, completely different from the pure image she projected while bartending. Ah, she should learn that expression.
“Ooh, that pelvis is beautiful no matter how many times I see it.”
“Stella’s breasts are the best.”
“Huff, huff. Even the scent left on the towel is nice.”
While walking toward the bed, Stella touched the chin of the uncle standing in the middle, gently pushed him away, and pushed down the uncle sitting on the bed before naturally settling in the center and lying down. Twisting her body slightly to emphasize her curves, she stroked herself with her fingers and spoke.
“Can you satisfy me today?”
“I’ve been eating only foods that are good for stamina lately.”
“I’ve been holding back on masturbating for days.”
“Huff, huff.”
As if on cue, the uncles simultaneously removed the towels around their lower bodies. Their already erect members—each different, as expected. The plump uncle had a thick and short one, the thin uncle a long and slender one, and the muscular uncle a long and thick one that combined both. Swinging those members, the uncles rushed toward Stella and began caressing their favorite parts of her body.
Angels could feel pleasure, but it was significantly restricted. Since they could only properly feel climax, their minds remained composed despite their aroused bodies. The reason angels were made this way was probably so they could act in ways that satisfied their partners by responding to their reactions even during sex. Most women, unless naturally gifted, found it difficult to show expressions of pleasure beautiful enough to satisfy their partners. There were even men who lost interest after seeing a woman’s expression upon waking after sex driven by pleasure. The uncles didn’t seem to know this and were doing their absolute best to caress her.
Even while being caressed simultaneously by three men from head to toe, Stella never lost her composure. Her acting was so natural that the uncles didn’t notice, but she was truly doing her best to respond in ways that would satisfy them. As she had heard, 4P really was too difficult. Performing beautifully in response to so many touches was truly impressive. Yet despite her inner composure, Stella’s body, steadily aroused by the caresses, was excited and dripping with arousal fluid. Her hairless vagina after grooming had slightly parted outer lips and somewhat wide inner lips exposed, creating an obscene shape.
While diligently rubbing the glistening inner lips with his fingers, the plump uncle said,
“As expected, grooming makes it look nice. A hairless white pussy is the best.”
“How about getting permanent hair removal?”
“Haah, please spare me that.”
Smack. The uncle who lightly slapped Stella’s vagina with his palm seemed to like the firm sensation and continued slapping it repeatedly. When Stella responded with the reactions he liked, satisfaction bloomed on the plump uncle’s face. The thin uncle, who had been sucking on her nipple while kneading her breast with one hand, pinched the nipple and said,
“Don’t slap it too much. It’s a precious pussy—if it gets hurt, that’ll be troublesome.”
“How many times has it been already, and you’re still worried? No one knows Stella’s pussy as well as I do.”
“Huff, huff. Stella, touch it with your hand.”
The muscular uncle, who had been licking her soles while breathing heavily enough to cause concern, moved to the side of the bed and presented his member to Stella’s face. Sticky fluid dripped from his fully erect shaft. With a savoring smile, Stella pinched the glans between her fingers, pulled and released it to draw out more fluid, then gripped the shaft firmly from root to just below the glans and stroked it with skillful movements. Even while tormenting the glistening, fluid-slick member with smooth, rapid motions, she didn’t forget to act out pleasure in response to the other two uncles’ caresses.
Standing with his hands behind his back and member thrust forward, the muscular uncle exhaled roughly and soon ejaculated from Stella’s expert handjob. The handjob technique she had learned through knowledge was indeed inferior to the technique of an angel who worked in the field. She memorized the movements of the handjob. At the moment of ejaculation, Stella caught the semen in her palm, gathered it, and brought it to her mouth to lick it up with her tongue in a showy manner. The muscular uncle’s member twitched greatly despite having just ejaculated, under Stella’s provocative and seductive gaze.
“You already came?”
“I told you he’s a premature ejaculator.”
“Huff, Stella’s just too good at it. I’m not a premature ejaculator.”
The muscular uncle protested, but the other two only snorted. While the plump uncle caressed her vagina and the thin uncle caressed her breasts, Stella never climaxed once. Although angels found it easy to hold back climax, the uncles’ skills seemed slightly insufficient to bring Stella to orgasm through caresses alone. The muscular uncle began targeting Stella’s ears. Since her ears were one of her sensitive erogenous zones, her body’s reflexive twitching intensified. Gaining confidence from her body’s natural reactions that were hard to hide, the uncles caressed her even more enthusiastically.
After enduring the concentrated assault for a while—the plump uncle inserting his fingers into her hole and caressing her clitoris along with it, the thin uncle focusing on stimulating her nipples with both hands, and the muscular uncle stimulating one ear with his tongue and the other with his fingers—Stella finally reached climax.
“Haaang!”
“Yes, we finally sent her over.”
“Today I’m definitely getting a surrender declaration.”
Climax, with its unrestricted pleasure, was difficult even for angels to endure. Stella’s face, which had maintained an obscene yet beautiful expression, now showed one melted by pleasure. It was the only moment angels could feel joy. Stella’s face was genuinely ecstatic. But before long, both the pleasure and joy disappeared as if severed. Though there were individual differences, all angels felt a sense of regret in that fleeting moment. The emotion of regret, which they shouldn’t originally feel, soon vanished and left them feeling nothing, though the memory remained. Stella’s expression soon returned to her acting face. Now accustomed to it, her face showed no trace of regret as she performed the act of having climaxed.