Asumpfre Sunken Ruins (12)
Coming back a day ahead of schedule meant I could take my time arranging the trip to Britain with Dad.
Put like that, it sounds as if I'd been rushing around myself. I hadn't. I'd watched from the back while Mom handled the passport, the packing, and the hotel; Yeongeun found a private tutor for Miho; Franc sat in on the tutor's interview; and my sister and Hwayeon cleared up every loose end from the first expedition.
Not that I was only lazing around.
"I hate studying!"
Talking Miho out of hating her studies was my job.
The moment I brought up etiquette and social studies, she shook her head so hard her ears flapped. I gathered her into my arms and patted her head until she settled.
In the week since she'd learned to take human form, Franc and Hwayeon had caught her and half-forced a cram course into her.
Don't harm humans. Don't attack humans. Don't treat other living things carelessly. Don't show your power. Don't. Don't. Don't.
Miho was clever enough to pick up speech on her own, but she was still unripe, and she loathed that kind of drilling. They pushed her anyway. Without those lessons, the one in danger would be Miho herself.
Maybe that was the backlash. These days the mere idea of studying made her bristle.
I held her and coaxed her, stroking her hair, and little by little the panting eased. When I rubbed my cheek against hers she giggled and tucked her neck in, ticklish.
"Miho. Everything Franc and Hwayeon shoved into you, they did it for you."
"Because of me?"
"Yeah. You're not human, so the rules on you are stricter than the ones humans live under."
"I dunno……."
"You don't have to make it complicated. We're not making you study because we don't like you. We're doing it because we do."
At the word like, she threw her arms around my neck and fussed.
"And I want you a little smarter, so you can help me. Do you hate helping me?"
"Huh? Nuh-uh."
She hated studying. She wanted to help. Both wants sat naked on that round, cute face.
I squished her plump cheeks as I went on.
"Our Miho still remembers every single thing Franc taught her, right?"
"Yeah!"
"And because you memorized all of it, Franc stopped making you study that part."
"Yeah!"
"So the things we're going to teach you from here—learn them hard, learn them fast, and then you won't have to study anymore. And if you use what you learn to help me, I'll be ridiculously happy."
"Really?"
"Really. Study that hard, and as a prize I'll take you to an amusement park."
"Really?! I'll study super hard!!"
She'd seen an amusement park on television once and looked like she might die of wanting to go. Back then she still wasn't used to people, and fox ears plus six tails would have turned every head in the place, so I hadn't taken her.
I dangled the carrot. She bit down without a heartbeat of hesitation.
Amusement park~! Ears flapping, six tails whirling, she tore around the living room. If I forgot later and didn't actually take her, the sulk was going to be historic.
Worst case, I'd rent the whole park for a day. Ten billion won ought to cover it, right?
=…….=
Hiarid was sneaking looks at me. She wanted to go too. I could tell.
Her wings don't so much as twitch when she's calm. The moment her feelings stir, they refuse to stay put and start shifting as if a breeze had found them.
"You want to go as well?"
=Ah. No.=
"No? I was going to take you if you wanted. If you don't, forget it."
=Ah…….=
Disappointment sat plain on her face, and a small sound escaped her. She'd been the same back on the Floating Sky Islands—still couldn't hide what she felt. I was grinning at that when Hiarid, lovely in a way that didn't seem human, set her expression, beat her wings, and spoke.
=I apologize. The truth is, I wish to go together with you, Sky Lord.=
……So it wasn't the amusement park. It was going with me. Beside me, Franc had been laughing through a clapping game with Miho; in the next instant her eyes lit like a hawk's and fixed on Hiarid.
I really wished she'd ease off.
Whenever Hiarid drew near, Hwayeon wrinkled her face a little, Yeongeun watched with eyes cold enough to call down a north wind, and Franc bristled like a hedgehog. Every time, I wanted to ask whether they simply didn't trust me.
"Then come. We'll need someone to look after Miho anyway."
I said the next part while putting myself between Franc's glittering stare and Hiarid.
"When we go, Franc and Hwayeon and Yeongeun are all coming too. All right?"
"What? Yes! Of course!"
Only then did Franc put out the fire in her eyes and brighten. A small sigh got away from me. Jealous, or not jealous—I still couldn't tell.
Anyway. Once Miho's lessons were done and I could see her temperament ripening, I'd evolve her straight to High-Tier.
Mom had prepared the Britain trip from the first detail to the last, so there was nothing left for me to worry over. The trouble, if it was trouble, was that Hwayeon, Yeongeun, and my sister all wanted to come with me.
They couldn't. Hwayeon and my sister had to settle the take from the first expedition, ready the next one, and prepare the findings on the regeneration magic circle we'd unearthed for submission to the academic society. Yeongeun had to clean up the wreckage of my turning Japan upside down, and put in order our relations with the countries that had moved when I did.
If it hadn't been for that political work, she said, she could have come along under the excuse of a state visit to Britain—and the regret on her face was pitiful and cute in equal measure.
Maybe that was what set a need to be compensated burning. Friday, at lunch, Yeongeun left work earlier than usual, came straight at me, and started rubbing her face against the front of my trousers.
"I held out for four days~! Once you leave for Britain tomorrow, who knows when you'll be back! Give me the reward you promised back when you were busy with Japan! My reward! My reward!"
Kneeling, face buried between my thighs, eyes half gone to madness—if I'd said no, she looked ready to become a riot.
A modest suit, on her knees, arms around my leg, looking up. A man's urge to conquer woke up.
She felt the change at the front of my pants. Rapture spread through her eyes. I swept her soft hair back.
"All right."
Permission given, she hurried in between my legs, undid the belt buckle, drew the zipper down, and carefully reached in to take out what hung there, head bowed.
Franc had come over at some point. She leaned in beside Yeongeun and marveled at the lowered thing with her.
"It's cute. To think something this cute gets so terrifyingly big……."
"I thought there was a bone in it at first, can you believe that?"
A third its usual size, soft—the feel of it fascinated them. They turned it this way and that and peeled the skin back, feeding their curiosity, and under that much attention my other self wasted no time finding its proper shape.
"Ngh?!"
"Oh my!"
Both of them cried out at the manhood that had swollen in a flash.
"I-it gets this big in an instant……."
"……gulp."
Well, they'd only ever seen it already huge. Yeongeun handled it from every angle while Franc watched from the side, openly envious. Yeongeun glanced at her, then looked up at me.
"Seoha? The Mana Sieve. Focus it."
"You sure? It gets insane."
"It's fine. Whatever it is, only the first time is hard. People adapt. A-and I'll use my mouth, too……."
Color was rising in both their faces. Looking down at them swallowing, my already excited cock tried to get bigger still.
I turned the Mana Sieve without a word and poured it into Smarty. In an instant it became a length of twenty-five centimeters, thicker than an ordinary woman's wrist.
Yeongeun stared at the thing that had appeared in front of her, swallowed, and turned to Franc.
"Franc. Today……."
"Ah, I'm fine. You take today, Yeongeun."
"Thank you."
Lovers who got along like that. I really might have saved a country in a past life.
I looked down at the crown of her head, fine hair catching the light, already anticipating how she'd go about pleasing me. Yeongeun's eyes trembled as she began, very carefully, to touch the head of that monster turtle.
Was this what I'd looked like, staring up at the Supergiant Turtle?
She swallowed again, put out a pink tongue, and started licking slowly from the very tip of the glans.
One thing worried me. Franc's mouth looked small until she opened it, and then it stretched enough to take all of me. Yeongeun had an ordinary Korean mouth. This was going to be rough on her.
And sure enough, she opened wide, tried to take it little by little—and pulled off.
"It's a bit stiff."
She didn't quit. The tip of her tongue worked the sensitive places while she painted it, diligently, with cherry-scented spit. Once my other self was soaked in her, she rose on her knees and began easing the tip toward her throat.
"Nnngh, mmph…… haup."
I'd gone so rigidly hard that all it did was jab her uvula and the roof of her mouth.
Western cocks, soft as sausages, women just gulp down without a fuss. Hard like this, and suddenly it's a problem.
A few positions I'd picked up from porn drifted through my head. I was curious what she'd come up with, though, and the clumsy trying was entertaining, so I kept still and watched.
She gripped the root, lavished the glans with her mouth while she thought, then tried to force it down her throat.
"Mm……."
Something hard as steel, bent by force. Of course it hurt.
Franc saw my face twist, saw Yeongeun with her eyes shut trying to drive it into her throat, and poked her shoulder.
"……?"
Yeongeun looked at Franc with eyes going wet, followed the pointing finger to my face, and gave up at once. The cock left her mouth.
"Want me to let the Mana Sieve go?"
Bigger isn't automatically better. Shrink it, and it ought to fit her mouth. But pride had gotten into her. She shook her head, touched her own throat for a moment, and spoke.
"Can't be helped. We'll change positions!"
She lay back on the sofa, settled the nape of her neck on the armrest, and looked up at me. Or down—with her head tipped back like that, direction got complicated.
"Go on. Use me however you want, Seoha!"
Use her. That pose really was the textbook for male-led deepthroat. Throat and airway lined up straight, so the angle of entry worked. It was also a fine way to choke someone to death if I lost my head.
She gave herself over like a fish laid on a board, a little tense, watching me.
My heart was beating at the thought of that neck—a beauty you'd be lucky to see once walking a downtown street all day—and of doing to it something most women would refuse just from hearing the word. At the same time I balked. Lose my reason, and this could turn ugly.
I needed a failsafe. Franc.
"Franc. Watch me. If I look too far gone, hit the brakes even if you have to throw a lightning bolt. Understood?"
"Yes!"
That only made Yeongeun tenser. Both hands found the sofa and held on lightly. If she was that nervous, not doing it would have been the smarter call.
"Then I'm starting."
"Mm."
Under that perfectly shaped jaw, a slender, pretty, snow-white neck. Picturing it bulge around a rod of flesh seven centimeters thick—I swallowed.
"Breathe in as deep as you can."
She drew a long breath, and her breasts swelled against the blouse as if they meant to tear it.
I brought the blue-glowing, frankly monstrous cock to her mouth. As it neared, she swallowed and opened as wide as she could.
The top of the glans slid over her tongue. I pushed my hips in slowly. The front of it touched her uvula, and her body twitched as a gag rose.
A little more force. I stretched that narrow throat as far as it would go and worked in by degrees, and a choked cry came out of her.
"Hhk?!"
The moment the glans passed the uvula and seated fully in her throat, her neck swelled where anyone could see it. Where the head sat and where it didn't read as a difference in height.
A nameless excitement, swelling as if it would split, ran down through my hips. The pressure on my cock, the warm, wet, slick clutch of her throat—bliss, frankly. More in the head than in the flesh, maybe.
The feeling of having become the one who held every card. That seemed to be where the mental pleasure came from.
Inserted and not inserted, divided so cleanly that even Franc let out a trembling sigh. Yeongeun strained all over, then folded her legs and opened them again in a motion that was neither pain nor pleasure. Two deer-like legs in black stockings shivered, and somewhere in the hearth called sadism a fire quietly caught.
Each time those legs writhed, the skirt rode up and her thighs showed, and then a small white pair of panties, no bigger than a palm, came into view.
I stared at that white triangle for a moment, looked back at her neck, and pushed my hips in a little farther.
The muscles of her esophagus kept writhing, trying to swallow a foreign body. Different again from the clutch of a vaginal wall. New.
Tssssst…….
"……!"
The farther I drove, the more Smarty vanished into her mouth.
Half of twenty-five centimeters disappeared down her throat, and her eyes flew wide. Tears stood at the corners.
Esophagus and airway both stopped, maybe—that would explain why there was no moan, no cough, not even breath through the nose. Only an occasional gulp, and the friction of flesh when I pushed Smarty in.
At last it vanished to the root. The circumference of her neck had stretched enormously. Blue veins stood out along it.
She was suffering. Earlier, while she'd been ordinarily caressing me, her petals had been growing wetter by the moment. Now her fluids had dried up entirely, and both arms had started to flail.
Franc saw it, slipped a hand into those snow-white silk panties, and began stroking her clit, feeding her pleasure.
"~~!"
Another woman's touch, maybe—Yeongeun couldn't stay still. Waist and thighs jerked and writhed, both hands scrambling in the air. The dried petals grew moist again.
Squelch.
I drew out, slowly, what had gone in to the root. Sticky flesh dragged on sticky flesh with an obscene sound, and the bulging neck found its shape again.
"Puhah—huhk. Kkrrk?!"
I made sure she was pulling air, then advanced into her throat once more. She planted her knees, put strength into her thighs, clutched the edge of the sofa, and locked rigid.
Taking that defenseless throat stirred the urge to conquer without mercy. Add a pressure that felt just right, and a mental rapture—as if I might come any second—seemed to stab straight through my lower belly.
Slick. Slick.
Every rock of my hips put a sound in my ears that drove the need higher. Her face, twisted with pain, and the neck that kept swelling and sinking did their own fanning.
But she was getting worse.
Franc was working her clit and her entrance, so Yeongeun seemed to swing between pain and pleasure—yet the longer I stayed in her, her color went blue, then yellow. A leisurely pace like this didn't belong in a deepthroat.
Slurp.
I pushed in to the middle of her throat and pulled out. She coughed hard and gasped.
I gave her a moment to catch her breath. Then, trusting her Physical Reinforcement and her regeneration, I drove in to the hilt in a single stroke.
Thrust!
"?!"
The instant the cock slid in as far as the middle of her esophagus, fluid gushed from her petals.
Franc, tongue on Yeongeun's clit, actually startled at the force of it.
Climax on too little air, maybe. Pierced deep in the throat, Yeongeun's eyes went gradually unfocused. Her limbs stopped thrashing. Her lower back writhed and convulsed.
Hurting, and still climbing to the peak and squirting—her masochistic talent was something else.
If Choi Soohan, who takes even serious pain as pleasure, is A-Class, then Yeongeun might land around C-Class.
The feel of her throat on glans and shaft dragged a groan out of me. I caught her head and thrust hard enough that my balls struck the groove under her nose.
Squelch. Slap. Schlick. Wet.
Both hands around her neck, and every motion of Smarty violating her throat came through in fine detail.
Grotesque, at a glance. Physical pleasure and mental pleasure tangled, and my breathing went rough. Yeongeun, half silent, trembled and spilled tears, snot, and spit.
She squirted without a pause, soaking the leather sofa, until I found myself wondering just how oxygen starvation and pleasure boiled together.
"Khh! Yeongeun—your mouth, no, your throat-pussy is the best too……!"
"……."
She was reaching her limit. No reaction to my voice. I wanted more of that throat, but keep going like this and I'd cross a river with no way back.
"I'm coming!"
I didn't hold it. Mana Sieve poured into my lower body, the pitch of my hips climbed, and semen burst out in gushes—pleasure like a dam giving way, like my belly had caught fire.
"Uuugh!"
Coming with the feeling of a time attack, pleasure stabbing through my hips, I watched her only tremble each time the semen traveled down her esophagus.
I was still spending with about two-thirds buried when a shaking hand reached out, caught my ass, and pulled. Hard.
Squelch!
"Hhk!"
The glans had gone down past her collarbone.
My Fire Egg sack was nudging her nose, and she still didn't let go. Her legs scrambled and writhed, and her hands stayed locked.
Blue semen ran to the end of the esophagus, met a stop, and kept filling—then her stomach churned, the gate opened, and the blue flood began pouring in.
"……!!"
She shook and pressed hard on her chest, right where the stomach sat. Her thighs wouldn't stay still; they rubbed together without rest. She was feeling it. Intensely.
"Nnnngh!"
More Phase Power seemed to mean a longer climax. I kept coming, and the pleasure was turning into pain.
Her face was going a deeper and deeper blue. I cut the Mana Sieve circling in my belly, clenched down to squeeze out the last drop, and slowly drew the cock out of her throat.
A slick sound, a sharp jolt along the shaft—and with the hollow in my lower belly, something close to pain.
Maybe that was why it had half wilted and wouldn't rise again. Usually, even after I came, it kept half its stiffness and was back to full rigidity before long.
"Haaah……."
"……Seoha. Yeongeun's condition is strange."
"Y-yeah."
Had I gone too far?
She was staring at the ceiling with blank, unfocused eyes. Now and then her lower belly shivered in fine tremors. I looked through her and saw the Phase Power in the blue semen filling her stomach reacting with her own, sloshing.
"Yeongeun. Yeongeun? Are you all right?"
Franc took her shoulder carefully and shook her. Still nothing.
I scanned her with Spatial Perception, slow and thorough. Aside from the neck…… the problem was the neck.
That slender, snow-white throat was a little swollen, or maybe stretched—hard to say which. The life had gone out of the skin.
I called up Healing Touch in my hand and stroked the neck with care. Her body's own recovery joined it, and in an instant she was whole again.
I ran my fingers over a throat smooth as if it had never known a crease, sighed, and shook my head.
A cock that could injure even a hardy B-Class Physical Reinforcement user. A genuine murder weapon.
Next time, even if she asked for deepthroat, I'd use Smarty with the Mana Sieve left off.
I laid her down properly, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the tears and the snot. Only then did she seem to come back a little.
She turned herself with an effort and began, slowly, to clean with her mouth the cock still coated in her spit.
The first thing she did upon waking was this.
"S-Seoha. Did it…… feel, g-good……?"
No strength in the voice. It shook, as if she were a breath from going under again—and still, whether she'd satisfied me mattered more. She was holding on with everything she had just to ask.
Honestly, I'd had too much to watch to enjoy it cleanly. The sadism had been good. The actual sensation had been less than her petals.
But those hazy eyes, looking up at me—I had no choice but to nod.
It had felt good, so it wasn't a lie.
"Guess you didn't hear me earlier. Yeah. Yeongeun, your throat-pussy was the best, too."
"Hhk."
The vulgar words reached her ear, and she let out a thin moan, closed her eyes, and went limp.
I got my clothes in order, sat, and set her head on my thigh.
Franc and I together changed her into something comfortable. Half fainted, she mumbled.
Her Phase Power was unsteady, so her ability hadn't kicked in. She seemed more or less used to semen taken in the lower mouth. This much, through the upper one, hadn't happened more than a few times. That was probably why.
Looking down at a weak side of her I never usually got to see, Smarty began rearing up all over again.
……Yeah. My tastes really aren't ordinary.
Franc was watching Yeongeun—eyes closed—with envy all over her face. Seeing that, I couldn't withhold a little lip service.
—When it comes to mouths, Franc's really is the best.—
—Truly?—
—Yeah. With Yeongeun I'm afraid she'll die, so I can't go hard.—
—Right? Th-then shall I do it for you?—
……An innocent face, wearing a temptress's look. My cock roared like a mad dragon all over again.
—……In a little while.—
—Yes!—
Tell her she was better than Yeongeun, and she lit up. A competitive streak, quietly?
I stripped the half-fainted Yeongeun from the waist down and pushed in with a long, slick sound. The walls recognized their master's return and began tightening on their own, mouthing at me.
After I'd had my fill of that limp body, I took Franc in the bath and, exactly as she wanted, roughly violated her throat-pussy until she collapsed.
Hwayeon got home around then, saw the two of them down, and flushed in an instant. She came into my arms and whispered against my ear, "Today, pound me rough enough to break my waist……." and I was gone again.
I tormented her, persistent and savage, until she screamed and wailed. The sound brought Yeongeun around late; she launched straight into a rape roleplay and jumped me all over again. Hwayeon's waist still wasn't broken, so I woke her with Healing Touch, stacked the two of them like a sandwich, and stabbed cruelly until both their lower mouths had swollen without mercy.
From tomorrow I'd be away on the Britain trip for a week. By the time I left, neither of them was going to have so much as a speck of a dirty thought for seven days.