Preparations for Entry, and Persuasion (6)
I slipped my arms around Hwayeon's waist from behind, hoisted her clean off the ground, and let the acceleration drop. Caught at the middle, she flailed both legs in a panic.
"What—?! H-how did you even grab me?!"
"Ever heard of Mana Mode — Acceleration?"
I said it with a crooked grin, and her mouth snapped shut.
"The soldier's way of talking, the soldier's habits, the soldier's clothes—I figure that's your identity, so I'm not going to touch it. But I held everyone else while I talked them around. Ending this without holding you too would be a little unfair, don't you think?"
I started toward the gym storeroom. She read my intent off the words, and her face went the color of a ripe peach before she began to fight me with everything she had.
"Y-you shameless—! What do you mean to do, out in the open like this!"
"Out in the open? It's an indoor gym. And a storeroom, at that. I've always wanted to try something a little secret in there, once I had a girlfriend."
"No! Nngh—! Hnn—! Mmph—!!"
She seized both my wrists and strained until veins stood out on her forehead, but I had Mana Mode running at roughly the level of an A-Class Physical Reinforcement user. Hwayeon wasn't a strength type. She was speed. I could hold this much.
"Just a guess, but this is about what an A-Class Physical Reinforcement body can do. Hard to break out on strength alone, right?"
I said it calmly enough, though holding against her was costing me. I had the Mana Sieve spinning for all it was worth and burning through a serious amount of TP. This was nothing like an adult pinning a child.
My clasped hands had gone white with the effort. She squirmed and hauled and tried to slip free, spent one last burst of desperate strength, and then switched to pleading in a rush.
"D-don't. Let us go home instead. The thirty-eighth floor is fully furnished, so there we could—!"
"Yeongeun's place? No."
"Wh-why not! Why won't you!"
"Franc has Spatial Perception too, remember? And aren't you even a little jealous? In all these months we haven't once been alone together, just the two of us, and in the last few days I've held everyone except you."
"......"
For a moment something cold crossed her face. Then the thought of that place seemed to land, and she shook her head hard enough to blur.
Her ponytail whipped left and right, slapping my cheeks, and by the time we reached the storeroom door she had planted both feet wide against the frame and was bracing with everything she had.
"Hwayeon. Feet down."
"......"
"Then I'll Space Leap."
"Ah—?!"
I brought us inside in a single leap, and her startled voice rang around the narrow room.
"Hmm. Never been used, so it's cleaner than I expected. No dust like a school gym closet, and it doesn't even smell of chalk."
The place was maybe two hundred and fifty square feet. Shelves lined every wall, packed with cases of soccer balls, basketballs, and volleyballs that still had the wrapping on them, and badminton rackets, tennis rackets, a volleyball net, a vaulting box, and obstacle-course gear stacked in neat rows. The mats I'd been hoping for were piled three deep off to one side, and they looked softer than I'd dared expect.
"Huh. Not the folding kind they use at school. Memory foam?"
In several ways, this was not the situation I'd pictured. A little disappointing.
"Nnh—!"
I tossed her onto a mat so clean it gleamed, not a speck of dust on it. She let out a thin sound and collapsed with a soft thump.
"Run, and I'll catch you, move this to the top of a national park, and take you there."
"S-Seoha..."
She must have decided there was nowhere left to flee. Pale as paper, she lay at an angle on the mat and blinked up at me with wide, wet eyes.
Ah. This was more exciting than I'd thought.
The line from shoulder down to waist, the hips rising sharp off that line, and above all the angle of those trembling eyes looking up at me—it was perfect. The kind of pose that wakes a man's urge to conquer.
I felt my heart kick and stepped in closer. She pushed herself up, glanced wildly around the room, and despair settled over her face.
"Don't make that face. I'm not going to eat you. Heh heh heh."
"D-doing it in a place like this is... too shameful. I don't want to. At the very least, a hotel..."
She looked faintly frightened, both arms crossed over her chest, begging in earnest, and my breathing went rough with it.
I couldn't hold back. I threw myself at her, and she squeezed her eyes shut and cried out in a thin, birdlike voice.
"Don't!"
"Yes!"
The reliable, stern young lady, trembling like a fragile little bird—show me a gap like that and of course I'm going to fall for it.
But I am a man with manners. I am not the sort of brute who forces it when his girlfriend truly doesn't want it.
I climbed onto her stomach, pinned both her arms, and looked her straight in the face.
"Really no? Doing it with my girlfriend in a gym storeroom was kind of a dream of mine. Hm?"
"Nn..."
Flustered, cornered, blushing, looking up at me like that—if I wheedled, she might just say yes.
Knowing Hwayeon, if I simply pushed she'd give in against her will, and then there was a very good chance she'd sulk about it afterward. To head that off I needed permission first, and the mood right now said wheedling had a real shot.
"I've always wanted to try it just once, with someone I love, in a closed-up little space like this. Hm?"
"Wh-what if someone comes looking..."
"This is my private property. Who exactly is going to come looking? And did you forget what I can do?"
She stared up at me for a long moment, thoroughly at a loss, then let out a small breath like a woman surrendering to the inevitable.
"...Haaah. You really are a troublesome child."
That was permission, wasn't it? A green light? Before she could take it back I slid a hand into the elastic waist of her training pants and dragged pants and underwear down together in one go.
"Eek—?!"
The bottoms went all the way to her ankles. Between dazzling white thighs a bare mound came into view, and a single cleft running down from the hill of Venus.
A faint smell of sweat rose off her, threaded with the scent of plum, and one particular part of me swelled in a hurry. I swallowed, caught those long legs, and spread them. The place that had been shut tight as a plump little shell parted with a soft sound and showed pink inner flesh.
I swallowed again.
"W-wait! I sweated, so the smell—!"
Laid bare, and with me about to put my mouth there, she cried out and dropped a hand to cover herself.
"It's fine. Nothing strange about the smell."
I caught the backs of her thighs and pressed. They opened wide, folding back until they nearly touched her sides, and her hips lifted a little with them until the pose turned frankly obscene.
God. Look at that flexibility.
I took in the split of the inner thigh, all that alluring muscle, and licked the chrysanthemum her hand hadn't managed to hide. Hwayeon snapped her back straight and a cry burst out of her.
"Ahk—!"
"Th-that place is dirty! You mustn't lick it...!"
"It's not dirty. There isn't a dirty place on you."
"Hnnn..."
Whether it was the words or the sight of herself spread open, shame got to her. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her reddened face away.
She seemed to have given up on covering herself down there and was hiding her burning face in her hands instead. I wondered if she knew Spatial Perception was still watching that face without a pause.
Shame was shame, and arousal was arousal. Between the parted valley, springwater was welling up in little pulses.
I brought my tongue in and gave a light lick. She jolted with a stifled "Hyk—?!" and I ignored it, tasting the strange mix of plum-sweet and salt-sweat while I worked along the seam without rest. I worried at the bud and the little hood hiding it until the sweetness started to gather in her voice.
Listening to sounds only I could hear, I caught the plump mound with my thumbs and drew it apart. Flesh parted with a wet, indecent sound, and the opening that led inward came into view. Reddish inner walls twitched in the dark like something alive, and a burning thirst climbed up through my chest.
I buried my face in the cleft again, stretched my tongue out long, and toyed with the hymen—teasing it as if I might tear the membrane that must have regenerated hundreds of times—until the lewd plum scent grew stronger still.
"Aaah...!"
A soft give traveled up the tip of my tongue as the membrane tore. Her thighs jerked once, and a small cry slipped out of her.
I tasted iron and pushed deeper. The entrance and the walls clenched and squeezed my tongue.
Perfect. The pressure gripping my tongue was simply perfect. There was no other word for it.
I enjoyed the squeeze, tight enough to ache a little, drunk on plum, and licked along the folds until my tongue found a cluster of little bumps. I rubbed that spot with the tip, and her hips writhed as a rough moan spilled out.
"Nnh—! Haaahn. Aauut."
Oh. So my tongue actually reaches the G-spot. Is mine a little longer than most? The angle was getting uncomfortable, though.
"Hwayeon. Hold your own thighs and spread a bit. Hard to lick like this."
"Nn, okay. L-like this?"
"Yeah, yeah. Like that."
She wrapped both arms around her thighs. Feeling my tongue deep inside her, she started to pant and tremble.
I kept it buried, cupped her backside in both hands, and shifted her up into a seated pose. Her waist bent into a lovely curve. Both openings turned companionably toward the sky, and the sex I'd already warmed with my tongue lay even more naked to the air.
"I-I don't want a pose this shameful..."
"Don't care, don't care."
With all the dedication of an anteater I kept stirring her open with my tongue, and her voice grew more and more urgent.
"Haa, hah. N-no. Seoha. Stop, please..."
"Y'gonna come?"
"Ngh, yes! Aaah, nnghh—!"
Speaking with my tongue inside must have sent the vibration through her. Her toes curled, and the grip grew fiercer still—tight enough that if I pulled out now the walls would cling and try to come with me.
A shaking voice. Walls beginning to contract. A waist breaking into spasms. Hwayeon sank into the swamp of it, and before long her back bowed like a drawn bow. She caught my head and screamed without a sound.
"......!!!"
I let her ride the peak for a little while, moving my tongue just enough to draw the climax out, and when I finally withdrew it my tongue ached for a moment.
Mmm. Squeezed hard enough to leave my tongue tingling. A true masterpiece.
After we'd moved into the penthouse on the top floor of the residential building, the four of us had been spending nights together, which meant foreplay had all but vanished. They were wet enough by nature that I never had trouble entering, and the moment one of them started, another—or both—would appear from nowhere and join in. Things progressed straight to thrusting and being thrust into. Sometimes, mid-act, one of them would offer me her chest, or climb onto my face when she was on top, but that hardly counted as foreplay. Which meant cunnilingus like this...
Wait. Had I never once licked Hwayeon's petals? I couldn't remember doing it.
I licked around my mouth—my actual mouth, not hers—took out a handkerchief, wiped my lips, and looked down at her.
Arms and legs gone slack. Tracks of tears. Eyes slightly unfocused. A waist that still twitched. Every bit of it said she'd had an orgasm of a very high grade.
"Sorry. Too much?"
"...Idiot."
I pulled off her sneakers—her feet were bigger than I'd expected—and stripped the training pants still dangling from one leg. Cute panties with a pink frill dropped onto the mattress with a soft tap.
"Wow. Cute panties."
She heard me. Her head jerked up, both legs scrabbled, and she snatched the panties into her hand, blurting out an excuse in a flustered voice.
"Th-these, I bought them to give to Miho, that's— I mean—!"
"Sure, sure. So this is gap moe."
"...Nn."
I pushed the training top up, and a cute frilled bra came into view, obviously a set with the panties. I shoved top and bra up onto her chest, grinned, and filled my hands with those full breasts, squeezing and releasing, drawing out a motion so lovely I wanted to take a bite.
That soft, buoyant give was doing terrible things to my heartbeat.
"S-stop..."
"Thinking about it, this is the first time we've taken foreplay this slow, isn't it? It's always been a party, the three of us or the four of us."
"Nn, y-yes. I-it's embarrassing, so hurry... hold me."
Oh. There it was at last, Hwayeon's girlish side.
"Got it. If Princess Yeoni wishes it, I have to—ack!"
"Don't say things like that!"
Her hand shot out, caught my collar, and crossed it. My breath stopped dead. One wrong word and she'd be folding a joint next.
Shame seemed to be climbing without limit. Her face was hot enough to burn a hand. With a trainer's practiced touch she yanked my top clean off, undid my belt with lightning fingers, and then froze with a little flinch.
Her eyes had locked onto it—thick as some women's forearms—and she couldn't seem to move. She stared for a moment, then quietly reached out with both arms and pulled me against her.
"Ahem. That embarrassed?"
"D-don't ask..."
One hand slipped down to fit the head to her opening. The legs hooked over my hips tightened, and she drew the thick length into herself on her own.
I felt hot, wet walls wrap the shaft all the way in, deep, and I kissed her.
For an hour we tried what people call slow sex, wrapped in gentle caresses. As pure pleasure it left a good deal to be desired, but the satisfaction in my head was high. That was my side of it. I fed a great quantity into her lower mouth, and plenty into the upper one as well—kisses upon kisses, caresses upon caresses—and in the end poured enough into her that the lines of her abdomen went soft. She climbed and fell through more peaks than she ever did the ordinary way, until her eyes clouded, a smile stayed on her mouth, and she passed out.
They say women ride the mood. Was that actually true?
We'd shifted around so much that we'd ended up on the bare floor, a crumpled mat folded under her back like a pillow. Her body, flushed red and sprawled across the varnished boards, reminded me of some nameless red flower my mother used to grow.
I admired the view for a little while, then set a hand down to stand, and liquid splashed under my palm.
"...Hm? Uh. What."
Looking properly now, I saw the water she'd sprayed through climax after climax had pooled deep enough to breathe out a thick plum scent.
It looked like more than three liters. All of that had come out of Hwayeon?
"That's impressive..."
Impressive was impressive, but when I reached for my clothes I found, awkwardly, that they were soaked through with her fluids. Mine, and her pants along with them.
"Well. Nothing for it."
Pulling on the wet pants felt like putting on a pair that smelled of plums.
Brrrl.
A sudden sound of liquid churning made me turn. Darky was sloshing and burbling around the edge of the puddle.
"What. How did you get in."
He'd come up beside me at some point. His translucent black body twisted like a cruller, spread, made some strange noise, and then began to creep toward Hwayeon. I caught him and glared. A single tentacle emerged and drew a question mark.
"What. What are you trying to do, going over to her?"
Blorp? Blorp-blorp!
At the question his body heaved and rippled, and then reshaped itself, to the eye, into an exact copy of Hwayeon's sex.
Ah. Last time he'd poked Yeongeun's chest with a tentacle and reproduced the shape and the texture, hadn't he.
"...Don't tell me you're trying to touch her there and copy it."
A tentacle curled into a circle, and I had nothing to say. Copy it and then do what, exactly?
"No. I don't know why you want to, but Franc's body, Hwayeon's, and Yeongeun's all belong to me. I'm the only one who gets to touch them and use them."
He sloshed.
"I'm warning you. Touch them on your own and I will not let it go."
I condensed a Mana Cannon in my palm, and I felt that liquid body shiver into fine tremors. The threat had landed.
...Hm. Was this guy maybe— no. No, he wasn't. A fake can't catch a real one anyway. And what was I lacking, that I'd do something like that with a slime? If I were going to, I'd rather— ahem. Ahem! Anyway, I'd sooner keep that sort of thing with the others.
I gave him one hard squeeze, and a cute little blorp! popped out of him. At the sound Hwayeon let out a small moan, stirring as if she meant to come back.
"Nn... Mm. Mm?"
She drew a deep breath and let it out in pieces, forced her eyes open, saw Darky resting in my hand and saw me, and slowly sat up.
"Nnh... Th-there isn't a place that doesn't hurt."
"Huh? It hurts? I saw something about slow sex and tried to follow it gently."
Her brow tightened. She couldn't even sit properly and stayed at a slant, so I swept Healing Touch over her flushed body. She flinched a little each time my hand met skin, then sighed and caught the hand that had, rather wickedly, wandered down to stroke her backside.
"A woman's body isn't a man's. I don't know if other women are like this with a man, but every time I climax, current runs through every muscle I have."
"Seriously?"
The talk of electricity through her whole body startled me. She tried to stand, saw the splash around her, and her eyebrows drew together.
"...What is this."
"Love juices. From your hole."
"What?!"
Only then did she notice that her whole body was wet, and that the training clothes she'd taken off—good at soaking up sweat—had drunk their fill and gone sodden. She looked horrified.
The pooled fluid was more than three liters, and if you counted what the clothes had absorbed it was probably close to double. Where had all that water come from? I reached down to dip a finger in the puddle and taste it, and Hwayeon, who had been staring blankly, startled and shoved me away.
"Wh-what are you trying to do!"
"Whoa?! What, what else—taste—"
"Are you insane! Why would you taste that!"
"Hey! Insane? Hwayeon, that's mean!"
Her face had gone red enough to catch fire. She tried to put on the panties, soaked fat with her own fluids, saw that they were drenched too, and went straight for the training pants instead before issuing an order.
"Erase it. Now."
"A-all right."
Her face was too murderous for jokes. I obediently started to wipe the latex mattress, and then Darky leapt out of my hand into the sea of it, rolled his body, and broke the fluid down... swallowed it...
...Ate it? Right after, he spread like a liquid slime and seemed to finish off whatever remained.
"......"
"......"
I blinked at the sudden development and looked back at Hwayeon. In several different senses, the shock appeared to have frozen her solid.
She dropped onto the floor with a thud and covered her face in both hands. I could practically hear her composure cracking from here.
Was it really that embarrassing? Women cry when a leaf falls, or so they say, so there was probably something here I simply couldn't understand.
Darky came creeping over, hesitated a moment beside her, and then crawled back to me. He looked a little bigger. Had he taken the fluid into his body?
I glanced at Hwayeon where she sat with her head bowed, and nudged him with my toe. He sloshed and swayed like a balloon filled about two-thirds of the way.
"Why'd you do that. You broke her."
A chilly slosh. A low gurgle.
At the question, Darky only rippled and burbled with his slightly swollen body.