The Baby Kitten in Pantyhose (1)
I was about six feet even. Chae Dayeon was five-one on a good day. Wrap my arms around her, drop my head, and my nose planted itself dead-center on the crown of her hair.
Just like this.
"Snnnnniff..."
I drew it in deep, and the scent that filled my lungs was all Chae Dayeon.
Good.
"What are you dooooing..."
"What does it look like? I'm smelling you."
"Why are you smelling my hair."
"Just because."
People sweat. And once that sweat has had time to sit, it develops a particular, unpleasant odor. Depending on whose it is, that smell can either get you hard or turn your stomach.
Chae Dayeon, I could say with absolute certainty, belonged to the former category.
"Snnnniff..."
No human being alive can resist the smell of a cat's paw pads.
On top of that — never mind how small she was — Chae Dayeon was extremely thin. Factor in that it was winter and she hadn't shed a single drop of sweat, and what I was breathing in right now was her true, unfiltered scent.
That was why I'd told her she didn't need to shower. Instead—
"Hah... I'm gonna go wash up first."
I, on the other hand, needed to get clean.
"You just brush your teeth once I come out."
"...Won't I smell?"
"If it gets too much during, I'll tell you. For now, I want to see."
"Mm... mm, okay."
Even the way she fretted about smelling bad made her feel less like a friend my own age and more like a junior a few years younger.
"Dayeon, where's the towel?"
"Towels are in the cabinet above the toilet. Just use one of those. There's a new toothbrush in there too, so use that."
"Got it. I'll be right out."
"Mm—."
As if telling me to hurry up and come back already, Chae Dayeon kept watching me the entire time I walked into the bathroom.
A man's shower: skip.
When I stepped back out, Chae Dayeon was perched on the edge of the bed, looking at her phone.
"Dayeon, I'm out."
"You said I just need to brush my teeth, right?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just brush and come back."
"Got it—."
She slipped past me with a rustle, and a faint scent like apples trailed after her. Sweet enough that I sat down on the bed she'd just vacated in a thoroughly good mood and pulled out the HR Management App.
"Anything worth editing..."
I thought for a moment, then made a few adjustments to the Notes I'd attached to Chae Dayeon.
A cat. And not just any cat — a small, adorable baby kitten.
In that case... first, I deleted the Note I didn't need right now, the one about her having dirty thoughts whenever she looked at me.
In its place, there was something I absolutely wanted to see from her as a baby kitten.
I added that.
I didn't have to wait long. Chae Dayeon finished brushing her teeth, stepped out of the bathroom, and walked carefully toward me.
Just as carefully, she eased her hips down beside me... and then simply sat there, staring.
Those eyes looked like they were asking what she was supposed to do next.
"I'll take my clothes off first."
"Then what about me? You said you were gonna tear these earlier. I don't have to take them off?"
"It's fine. You can keep them on."
I stood up in front of her and peeled off my clothes one piece at a time. Shirt. Pants. Then my underwear.
The instant I was fully naked—
"Ah..."
Chae Dayeon's eyes locked onto my cock.
I let it hang heavy as I brushed past her, then sat back against the headboard.
And Chae Dayeon...
"...Woojin."
"Yeah?"
"I... there's something I want to do."
"What is it?"
"Mmh..."
She made a sound almost like a purr — a long, rumbling little noise — and crawled right up beside me with movements that were genuinely feline.
She didn't stop there.
Like a cat climbing onto its owner's chest, she settled her weight across my hips and draped her arms around my neck.
Which meant, naturally, that her pussy pressed down on my cock. More precisely, the pantyhose covering her pussy mashed it flat against me. The fabric rasped faintly, a coarse little resistance — but underneath it, the soft give of Chae Dayeon's cunt sank into me all the same, adding its own warm, yielding weight.
Whether she noticed or not, Chae Dayeon buried her face in my neck.
"Sluurp..."
She liked licking. Probably because of the Note I'd just added.
"Sluurp... lick, slurp, lick, sluuurp..."
She surrendered her entire weight to me and lapped at my neck in long, lazy strokes.
I gathered her in gently—
"Nnngh..."
—and the smallness of her body hit me all over again. She fit into my arms like she belonged there, and that sweet apple scent I'd caught a hint of earlier rose off her skin.
Wanting more of it, I pressed my nose into her hair and breathed in.
"...D-do I smell?"
"No. You don't smell. It's fine."
"I didn't shower..."
"It's fine. You just smell good."
There was no day-old musk on her at all — only the same body wash I'd used in the shower. No, wait. She'd used the same body wash this morning, that much was certain, but the scent of her skin had mellowed into something far sweeter.
Carrying that fragrance with her, Chae Dayeon worked her way slowly down from my neck.
"Sluurp... lick, sluuuurp..."
Back in college, our campus had a fairly famous stray. She was something of a mascot for the humanities building — students who didn't even have classes there would come by just to see her. She was treated remarkably well for a street cat, and that treatment included milk that students brought her almost every day.
Lap, lap. That rather well-mannered cat would lick up the milk with a little pink tongue.
"Sluurp... lick, lick, slurp, sluuurp, lick, sluuuurp..."
Just like Chae Dayeon was doing now.
She'd started at my collarbone and had already worked her way down to my lower stomach. And because licking me turned her on—
"Haaaah... haaah... slurp, lick... haaaaah... lick, slurp, lick, sluurp..."
—she kept drawing these huge, shaky breaths even as she licked every inch of me with painstaking care. Collarbone. Chest. Nipples. The underside of my pecs. Upper stomach. Sides. Lower belly.
"Sluuurp, haaah... nnh, nnngh..."
She was diligently licking my lower stomach when she shot an irritated look at the cock that kept getting in her way. Lick it normally and it jabbed her in the throat. Dodge to the side and it bumped her cheek. Pin it down with her hand and it kept twitching.
For a moment, something that looked almost like annoyance flickered through Chae Dayeon's eyes. But then the instant my cock swayed, her gaze locked onto it the way a baby kitten's locks onto a new toy.
Looking into her pupils...
Thwack. Thwack.
Every time I clenched and slapped my cock against my stomach, her eyes tracked it.
Cats do this — they stare down their prey, and then that particular brand of crazy kicks in and they just launch themselves. But Chae Dayeon wasn't that kind of cat. She was the quiet, well-behaved kind.
So she didn't lunge. She reached out carefully, wrapped her hand around my cock — and I felt all over again just how small that hand was.
One hand was never going to be enough for something this big, so she gripped it with both and stared. Just... stared. Utterly transfixed. And the look in her eyes was...
"Dayeon."
"Mm?"
"Uh... this doesn't really mean anything. Have you ever had sex?"
I couldn't shake the feeling that this was the first time she'd ever actually seen a cock.
"...I haven't."
Figured.
"Why?"
"No... just. I was just asking, that's all."
"Mmmm..."
There's a particular sense of conquest a man feels when a woman is a virgin. There's that famous saying, right? Your first time is something you remember forever. By that logic, I was about to become the man Chae Dayeon would remember for the rest of her life.
And she wasn't just any woman. Those perpetually unbothered cat-like eyes. That tiny frame that tucked perfectly into my arms. A soft, thin voice that matched her face exactly.
Knowing I would live forever in a girl like that's memory felt incredibly good. But...
"Hey, Dayeon."
"Mm?"
"Your first time... you never thought it should be, I don't know, something special?"
"Mmh... I never really cared about saving myself or anything. Just that it should be with someone I like, more or less."
"But it's your first time. And you're okay doing it with me?"
"Yeah. I need the promotion anyway... and if I can rack up promotion points, I might as well grab them while I can."
Hearing her say something like that — this slightly vacant-looking girl, with a face that genuinely seemed to understand nothing — made me feel like I was going to lose my mind.
She was a blank white canvas. Literally. Whatever I did to Chae Dayeon from this point on would become her baseline. Her standard. Bending her over and spanking her ass while I fucked her. Tying her hands and taking her rough. Forcing this thick cock into that tiny mouth. Hell, she was so small and light I could probably just pick her up and spear her on it.
For now, though—
"Ah, go ahead and keep doing what you were doing, Dayeon."
"Mm."
I let her do what she wanted.
And Chae Dayeon—
"...Sluuurp..."
—ducked her head toward the cock she'd been staring at and dragged her tongue in one long stroke from the base all the way up to the head.
The psychological hit of it was...
"Sluurp, lick, sluuurp... haah, sluurp, lick... lick, slurp, lick, sluuurp... haah, nngh, sluurp..."
...going to drive me insane.
There was nothing sexy about her expression. Her face was nearly blank as she licked a cock almost as big as her own head, and that, paradoxically, made it filthy. A girl who looked like the most harmless thing on earth, treating the most dangerous cock in the world not like something to suck, but like an ice cream she was simply lapping at.
"...Dayeon, hang on."
"Mm? Mm."
Just for a second.
"Can you scoot down a little? Just a bit, yeah. Right there. Stay still."
I stopped what she was doing, and once that tiny face was sitting right beneath my cock—
Thwap.
"Nnh..."
—I laid it across one of her cheeks.
The size difference was real. No exaggeration: my cock was almost as long as Chae Dayeon's entire face. I was big, sure, but her face was so small that the comparison actually worked.
And this was going into her mouth. Into her pussy. I was going to pump her full. Just thinking about it made me swell even harder.
"Why's it getting bigger?"
"Because of you."
"Me? Why?"
And even then — that innocent face, with a cock that had no business being anywhere near it draped across her cheek, asking me why — was enough to drive a man insane.
"Why do you think. Because you're so damn sexy."
"What part of me is sexy?"
"......"
...Yeah. In a whole other sense of the word, this girl might actually be dangerous.