C-Class (2)
In the water that came up over our hips, I pressed the rigid length straining to punch through my underwear firmly into Franc's lower belly and stole the kiss from her lips, and little by little her face began to soften.
Then she came back to herself with a sharp little hah, turned her head aside, and spoke as if embarrassed.
"I'd rather not, in the water... Up there, on the rock..."
"As you command!"
I slipped an arm behind Franc's knees, scooped her up, triggered Mana Mode, and jumped. Shaking off the spray, the four of us came down on a flat rock easily broad enough to stretch out on, and Franc let out a small cry. I carefully cradled the back of her neck and laid her down, and she covered her mouth with both hands, eyes bright with expectation.
"Franc. You want to do it with your clothes still on?"
"Hnnn..."
A trembling sound escaped her. Face flushed, she closed her eyes and turned her head away—but contrary to the gesture, her dress rippled, sank into her body, and she became a dazzling, snow-white nude. I reached for the perfect teardrop breasts that refused to lose their shape even lying down.
"Ahn..."
I squeezed hard, and snow-white flesh bulged between my fingers as if it might burst. The rapture of that feel seemed to set fire to the lust that had piled up over ten days. I was kneading her breasts roughly when Franc knit her brow, just slightly, as if it hurt, and let a moan slip out.
...H-hell. That was close. Got excited and nearly ran wild again.
Deep breath. Keep the heat. Keep the head cold.
I caught a pink nipple between my fingers and gently turned my palm, and a suffering little groan spilled from Franc's mouth as the nipple began to harden.
"Ahhk. Aahn...!"
Nnnh.
Reading her lips through Spatial Perception and hearing her with my own ears were, as expected, heaven and earth. Sight, then touch, and now sound—lust shot up like fire. I took the lewd nipple, already flushed red from so little touching, into my mouth and sucked hard.
"Haahk!"
One hand gripped her right breast violently, as if to burst it, while I sucked roughly at the peak of the left, and the flesh went past flushed into a swollen red. I nibbled the nipple lightly, and Franc's waist trembled. She flailed both arms, then wrapped them around my back and began to breathe out heated sighs.
Her nipples were good, but they still left me a little wanting, so I traveled down past those full, round breasts. I crossed the flat plane of her stomach and paused at the dip of her navel, slipping my tongue out to tickle the little hollow, and her belly fluttered in fine shivers. I lapped and flicked, stood my tongue up and pushed it in, working it this way and that, and the twin lines of her abdomen rippled like a fast wave before locking rigid. At the same time a faint scent of apple rose from below.
The orchard, it seemed, was getting ready to open.
I swallowed, left the false little hole in her belly, and passed over the snow-white lower abdomen, and a golden meadow opened out. I traced the hill of Venus, carpeted in endlessly soft golden grass, with the tip of my nose, then caught that golden grass between my lips and gave it a gentle tug.
"Hhh!"
I heard Franc's short breath, laughed inwardly, and rubbed the golden mound with my nose and the space above my lip, and the soft hair there teased at nose and mouth.
"Aaaahk..."
I lifted my head and looked at the orchard's entrance. Preparations for opening seemed already complete; an intense fragrance of apple was flowing from the hidden cave. I pressed a finger to the mouth of it, and apple-juice leaked out in a stream as my index finger sank in a full two knuckles.
"Nnnh—!!"
When I came back to myself, my mouth was smeared thick with Franc's apple-tasting juice, and she was faintly convulsing, her face gone completely slack.
...I want to play a little more.
Now that Franc had a body, her sensitivity was far better too. A few nights ago, on one of our grown-up evenings, I had learned that if I worked her up fully and then scratched along her spine or her tailbone, or tickled her navel or the insides of her thighs, she made fierce sounds through her nose. And when she was breathing that hard, if I gently rolled my tongue over the tiny bead—no bigger than a bean—hidden beneath the thin skin above the orchard—
"Hyaaaahn!!"
—she would squirt, hips jerking, just like now.
I pushed my index and middle fingers into the cave mouth that had gone past slack into melted, and they slid in without resistance. Spreading them like scissors, I felt the cave gape with a wet stretch, baring an interior so full of heat it seemed hot steam might pour out. Perhaps because the mystic cave had opened, the crimson walls inside began to writhe. I went in a little deeper than a knuckle and felt along the upper wall, and a flood of apple-juice started flowing from within, as if a river had burst.
I wanted to drink every drop of that nectar, but exploring the cave came first. I felt farther along the wall, searching for where the secret switches gathered.
It should be around here... ah. Found it.
"——!! Hwaaaaaahn!"
I tapped the secret switch lightly with a fingernail, and the cave walls clamped down at speed, surrounding my fingers as if ordering them not to move. I kept poking regardless. Franc seized my arm, lifted her hips, squeezed with her thighs, and screamed without a sound.
Oho. So the orgasm is on the rise?
I caught the knee clamping my arm and spread her legs wide, and the recoil sent her waist springing up like a bow. Paying no mind to the lower belly bucking as if in spasm, I stood my tongue and roughly tormented the little bead now bared past the skin, while gently scratching the G-switch inside the cave with index and middle fingers. Franc's eyes rolled back. Her waist jerked, and she started making choked, croaking sounds.
That lasted a little while. A wave of passion passed, and I climbed onto her slack body to get down to it in earnest.
.......
What.
Spatial Perception had caught something that should not have been there, and I stared at it blankly.
A head. A woman's head, long hair hanging in wet ropes.
A person? How, here?
Three women's heads in all, peeking just above the surface of the lake. Seaweed-colored hair trailing, rather cute faces flushed red, they were watching us. The moment I dropped my gaze and sensed the bodies submerged beneath them, I shut my mouth tight. Down through the upper body they were ordinary women, but below the pelvis they were fish.
Mermaids? Were they actually mermaids? Good grief. Mermaids?! I wanted to congratulate myself for not screaming.
But did mermaids live in fresh water? Every mermaid in the stories had lived in the sea.
Well. Freshwater mermaids could exist.
The silver fish-tails ended in large, translucent fins, and at the place that matched a woman's pelvis a pair of fins like flying-fish wings jutted out to either side. I could tell they were different from the mermaids in fairy tales. And above all, since when does a mermaid princess skip that ridiculous seashell bra and just leave a pair of lush breasts out in the open?
Solid lines were drawn along where the ribs ought to be, and water flowed in and out through them. Those had to be gills. A question any man has entertained at least once came to mind, and I turned my see-through sight on the mermaids' lower bellies.
...As expected. No genitals. No womb, either. Disappointing.
For a moment the three mermaids and I simply held each other's eyes. They sent me a look that asked aren't you going to keep going? and tilted their heads. They were Mid Gradeaberrants, Phase Power somewhere between seven hundred and nine hundred.
Aberrants, and they weren't treating us as enemies?
"Bloop-bloop."
"Bloop?"
"Blub-blub-blub!"
They opened their mouths as if talking among themselves, lips working, and every time a mouth opened something like a soap bubble gurgled out and drifted up into the sky. I was watching the three of them when they blooped among themselves, then cupped water in their hands and splashed it toward me.
You lot were a good twenty meters off. Did they think splashing would reach this far?
Still, the way it felt like a protest—hurry up and get back to the main event—that was just my imagination, right?
In the next moment I flinched at what the three of them did.
They beat their tail fins, lifted their torsos clear of the surface, swept their hair back, and started showing me their breasts. Each of them fondled her own chest, shifting and shaking it. That... that meant get excited looking at our breasts, didn't it?
Who's ever seen mermaids that obscene!
"Mmm... Seoha? What... ah?!"
Franc, back from a brief sightseeing trip to heaven, came to herself, followed my gaze, spotted the mermaids, and startled, curling in on herself. She hastily covered her breasts with both hands, closed her legs, and hid behind me.
The mermaids saw the naked Franc who had come back to herself, and their eyes sparkled. Then they raised a hand, touched thumb to forefinger to make a circle, and kept poking the other hand's index finger into it.
"...They're telling us to put it in?"
Franc, hidden behind me, muttered it with an expression of pure disbelief.
"What on earth... do mermaids that lewd even exist...?"
"Right?"
No—more amazing that they even knew a gesture like that.
Franc, having grasped the situation in an instant, flushed and began to get angry. It was the face of someone truly furious that the love they had been about to share, for the first time in so long, had been interrupted.
"Begone at once! To spy upon another's love without a shred of shame—how can you be so insolent!"
"...Bloop?"
"Blub-blub."
"Glub-glub!"
They clenched their fists, thrust them up overhead and brought them down, brows furrowed. To my eyes it looked an awful lot like a protest.
Truly absurd. We're the ones who ought to be protesting. Why are you lot doing it?
Anyway, the lust with its switch already thrown was too much to call off over an incident of this size. That said, I had no intention of making love in front of an audience, so we were going to have to change venues.
"Franc. Let's move. Like last time—bore a hole in a big tree and do it there?"
"A fine idea. Doing it outdoors like this is, even for me, a little..."
"Bloop?! Blub-blub!"
"Glub-glub-glub!!"
The moment we got up to change spots, the mermaids protested furiously.
"Bloop...!"
The youngest of the three, her hair barely past a bob, wore an embarrassed face as she blew her bubbles, and the other two stared at the little mermaid in shock.
What. What did she say, to make them look like that? Anyway...
"They seem to understand what we're saying, don't they?"
"So it seems... What are those things? I have never even heard of aberrants like that."
Seeing Franc shift her form back into a dress, I dove into the water, waist-deep, to retrieve my school uniform floating on the surface, and the mermaids startled.
"Bloop?!"
Then the largest of the three—largest in every respect—swam in at a speed close to my Mana Mode, snatched my clothes, and bolted.
"Hey!? You! Give me my uniform!"
"Bloop-bloop!!"
"Blub-blub-blub!"
"Ah, what are you even saying! If you don't hand over my clothes, you're in for it!"
Phase Power was gathered near the heart, so they were aberrants without question, and on top of that they'd run off with my uniform—but somehow I didn't feel like attacking. If I'd sensed hostility I would have fired a Mana Bullet on the spot and taken them apart, but my hand just wouldn't move.
"Blub! Bloop-bloop!!"
"Ah, you can bloop at me all you like, I don't know what it means! If you don't give my clothes back right now, I'll have Franc drop a lightning bolt on this lake!"
"Glub?!"
The one who had taken my clothes, and the other two as well, looked at Franc in surprise. Franc stared at the thief with an exasperated face, then raised her index finger to the sky and fired a bolt of lightning worth ten TP.
KRA-KOOM!
"Glurk!?"
"Brrbl!"
The little mermaid and the one a size up from her looked horrified and started smacking the back of the one who had taken my clothes. The biggest made a face like she might cry, glanced at Franc, came up in front of me, and carefully held the clothes out.
Honestly. I'm going to end up seeing every kind of bizarre aberrant there is. Franc couldn't wipe the dumbfounded look off her face either, and if even Franc, who hates aberrants, didn't feel like attacking, then those mermaids were definitely a breed apart.
Come to think of it, Spatial Perception hadn't even sounded a warning until they got close, had it?
The big mermaid, having handed over my uniform, went back to the other two, hugged them, and looked this way with a disappointed face. The other two were the same, wearing forlorn expressions.
Unbelievable. Is not getting to peep really that heartbreaking?
"Those aberrants seem somehow wrong."
"Right? They don't attack us, and I can't see any hostility... They seem like odd ones."
"Blub-blub-blub! Bubble-bubble!!"
"Bloop..."
"Gurgle-gurgle."
At being called odd, the smallest waved both arms and protested fiercely, while the other two only patted her.
"...Anyway, if you can flee this place, flee. You see the sky full of volcanic ash? That stuff is going to pour into the lake, and before long every living thing in the water, and the trees, will die."
The three mermaids looked up at the sky, then nodded at me. And they watched us go with sad faces.
Honestly. Perverted mermaids.
With Spatial Perception I found a tree more than seven meters across, regulated my TP, and fired a Mana Bullet at minimum output. In no time there was a room in the tree, narrow at the mouth and wide within, as if a woodpecker had poured its heart into the work. We went in and out of a hole barely big enough for one person, and Franc and I piled leaves and branches thick across the floor until a soft, snug bed was ready. I brought in the soaked uniform jacket that had been hung outside and covered the entrance. Perfect. With the ash unable to blow in, it looked like we could sleep easy tonight too.
"Then... shall we continue?"
"Yes."
The mood had broken once over something absurd, but I shoved the ridiculous memory past the edge of recall, lay back on the floor, and beckoned Franc up.
"Nn."
Was being on top a little embarrassing? She climbed onto me, hesitated, then fit her slit to the shaft lying against me and began to rock, inching back and forth like a swing, stimulating me.
"Hhk..."
"Haahn."
Whether the feeling against her clit was that blissful, Franc soon started leaking slick from her petals. Once the coefficient of friction dropped, the work of her hips grew steadily stronger. I set my hands on her waist and was enduring the pleasure on that sensitive part, holding in a groan, when she took my hands and led them to her breasts, round as full moons.
Only then did I put my fingers to work, toying again with the nipples beginning to flush, and at my active response Franc found her courage and started shaking her hips in earnest.
"Haahn. Aaahn. Haaahn."
The stimulation coming up from her clit must have been strong; her waist began to hitch and stall. For Franc, who couldn't move her hips properly and kept faltering, I raised my upper body, sat facing her, aimed, and slowly pushed into her petals.
Every bit that shoved the tight inner flesh aside brought a dizzy rush of pleasure from walls hot past warm—a different dimension entirely from when she had been a spirit. I was feeling admiration and satisfaction at once at the way her insides sucked at me like a suction cup... and yet somehow Franc didn't seem satisfied.
"H-hey, is it a little lacking? Want me to make it bigger?"
"Mmm. Please, do that! B-bigger..."
...The base size isn't on the small side, but she's already acquired a taste for big. First time was like that, so what can you do?
I-it's not like mine is small!?
As she wanted, I focused Mana Sieve into the shaft buried inside her. The rifle upgraded to a cannon, forcibly spreading her walls and shoving her womb powerfully upward.
"Kyaaahn?!"
Franc's eyes flew wide at the cock growing inside her petals, and she let out a strange scream. I sealed those lips with my own, tongue arguing with tongue, and though I wasn't moving my hips, Franc kept working her walls and clenching, so a stimulation like continuous electricity passed through me.
Dangerous. Seriously dangerous. Coming ten seconds after putting it in would be a genuine threat to a man's pride.
To look away from the stimulation I fixed on Franc's faintly erotic, frowning face—checking whether she was feeling it—then slipped my hands behind her knees and lifted. I set her flexible legs over my shoulders, stretched my arms around her back, and her slender body folded like a letter. The position drove me even deeper; she knit her brows and breathed in short gasps. Slowly I lifted her body and let it down again, and every time I went deep she spilled moans from a flushed face.
Seeing that neat, finely drawn face from so close, a mischievous urge welled up all at once.
"You like it now that it's bigger?"
"Hnnk, I-I like it..."
"Like what?"
Doing what I had seen in a manga turned Franc's face as red as an apple. At my mean little question she clenched around me once, then turned her head as if ashamed and answered in a tiny voice.
"P-penis..."
"Aahn? I can't hear you. If you don't say it clearly, I'll stop moving."
"Penis!"
"What? English, all of a sudden? I'm Korean. I don't speak English."
Franc looked at me with a face that said that was absurd, eyes pleading. I grinned, and when I lightly scratched the spot over her tailbone she yelped, threw her arms around my neck, and brimmed with tears.
"S-Seohaa..."
"Come on, say it. Two little syllables. Be good?"
"Hhk. C...o..."
"Co?"
I took her ass in both hands and rocked her gently side to side, and the tip of the head dragged against the gate of her womb.
"Haaahn!? Hhk! Aaaah!"
"Come on, come on. Isn't the teasing unbearable? If this big, thick pillar stabbed into you, hard and deep, it would feel incredible. Hmm?"
I held her ass, turned her a little clockwise and once more the other way, needling her, and the line of Franc's back bunched and rippled as the petals bit down hard on the cock inside them and refused to let go.
"Come on. Say it with that small, pretty mouth. What do you want me to do, and how? If you don't answer this time either, I'm just pulling out. I'm not kidding."
"A-ahn! ...Please... give..."
Face burning red and gone completely slack, Franc mumbled it through ragged breaths, then, with tears just gathering at the corners of her eyes, put on a look that asked if that was enough now.
"Didn't hear you. You have to say it properly. Hmm?"
She went "Eeek!" and looked ready to cry, and then, with a face in which shame and embarrassment and mortification were all mixed together, she shouted.
"Please give me Seoha's cock!! I'm telling you to ram it into my pussy, hard!!"
...!
Franc's face, eyes brimming with tears of shame, looking at me resentfully. A face that resented me and still desperately wanted to be pounded—a corner of my brain tingled. So this is why you tease a girl until she's desperate...!
Grinning, I grabbed Franc's ass hard and slowly lifted, and the enormous pillar, seven centimeters thick, buried deep in her petals, began to drag free with a thick, slick sound.
A long, wet slide.
"Hiii..."
I slammed it back in.
"Nngh!"
About two-thirds of the way out, and then driven in rough—Franc threw her head back and screamed. The shiver running through her waist and the rippling of her walls felt like a report on just how much pleasure she was in. Bound in my arms like a rabbit in a snare, she hiccuped and flailed her legs, and when I drove into her hard again she opened her mouth in a silent scream.
A wet drag, and a slap.
"...!!!"
The third stroke drew nothing from her but the thin hiss of air leaving a body. On the fourth, her eyes began to roll. By the fifth, a thin stream of her release had started to trickle out.
The more I trampled Franc's petals, the more she trembled with suppressed motions and clenched her walls with all her strength. The crazed writhing of those walls had me close to coming as well. From here, I decided, it was a contest of speed, and I stabbed at the gate of her womb for all I was worth. Franc, with a face like she might faint, gripped and released the thing pistoning through her belly, matching me. Almost instinctive movement.
Wet slaps, one after another.
"Hiii.... Hik.... Hyuk...."
Every time I drove in hard, Franc's head, thrown back, shook this way and that, and suppressed moans leaked out. The picture of it made me worry she'd hurt her neck, so I carefully laid her down and changed to missionary. The thrusting grew smoother for it, but paradoxically Franc began to moan as if she were dying. The steadier and smoother the penetration, the more her pleasure seemed to double.
"Franc's— insides— are— seriously— the best!"
I gripped a waist that seemed less than a handful and drove up into her hard enough to make a wet slap, and every stroke brought a pleasure like walking on clouds. The climb of it, like riding an escalator, told me I wasn't far from coming, and I whispered in Franc's ear.
"Franc, is it all right if I come?"
"..."
No reason left in her to answer; she only worked her mouth, eyes unfocused. I couldn't understand what it was that made her feel pleasure this intense, but the urge to come had reached its limit, and the stray thoughts vanished at once.
I let the muscles holding it back go slack and poured the desire and the TP that had gathered, that had piled up, into Franc's womb, and a sensation I couldn't tell for pain or pleasure swept my lower body, along with a feeling as if my hips might tear loose.
"Kuuuuhn...!"
"..."
The pleasure was too much to bear; my nerves felt like they were burning. When the ejaculation, drawn out over several minutes, finally ended, cold sweat ran and my body shook. I buried my face in Franc's breasts and felt as if I were floating on a cloud full of the scent of apple.
Whenever she had passed out, her face was slack and soaked with sweat. I stroked it, then tried to draw myself out of her body, and her petals clung and followed, as if telling me not to go. I nearly got aroused all over again, but the belly, swollen higher than the breasts that were defying gravity, caught my eye, and I sighed and held it in.
Any more than this, and Franc would come apart.
I poked the belly swollen like a mountain. It only wobbled, and from the valley sealed tight in a straight line, not a single drop of semen leaked. When she had been a spirit, if I left it alone it would pass straight through her spirit body and run out on its own...
I didn't know. Unable to fight the languor, I lay down beside Franc, stroking her warm, newly plump belly, and closed my eyes as well.