Chapter 28: Pink, But Not a Slut (14)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 28: Pink, But Not a Slut (14)
The moment we pressed together in a kiss, I felt her breasts through her pajamas. My arm wrapped around her slender waist, and she let out a hot breath every time a gap formed between our lips.
I had been drinking until just a moment ago, but the kiss chased away any lingering sleepiness.
"Mmm, nngh..."
Yura’s sultry moans reached my ears. When our lips finally parted, she looked up at me with hazy, longing eyes.
The kiss had been somewhat impulsive, but her gaze told me she knew exactly what would happen next. She didn't look away as I stared into her pale purple eyes.
Relying on the single mood light glowing by the headboard, I leaned in first this time to overlap our lips again. Beneath the covers, I pressed against her until there was no space left between us, kneading her large breasts through her clothes.
"Mnh!"
Even on days when she wore thin clothes, they looked big, but the size I felt in my hands was far beyond what I had imagined.
"Nnh, mmph. Ah, mmm."
Our tongues tangled as we exhaled hot breaths. My body grew warmer, and my mind went blank. I moved purely on instinct, focused entirely on the present.
Pressed tightly against her, my cock hardened. Yura’s hand fumbled downward, and she flinched when she felt it. She seemingly hadn't expected me to get so hard so suddenly.
To a woman with as much experience as her, a night with me was probably just a bit of fun. Even if she was drunk, the thought that she might dismiss this as a mere one-time fling made me feel a bit slighted.
"Hngh!!"
I squeezed her breasts harder, and Yura let out a loud moan mid-kiss. I pulled her waist closer, making sure she couldn't pull away, and continued to kiss her relentlessly.
"Mmm, hngh! Ah, mmph."
Yura, who had been a bit tense when I first held her, gradually relaxed as we kissed. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her body into mine.
We shared a kiss so deep and persistent that we didn't even notice the saliva trailing down our cheeks.
"Haah, h-haaa..."
After our lips parted, I stared at Yura as she panted, then threw back the covers and began unbuttoning her pajamas.
Yura didn't pull away; instead, she spread her arms to make it easier for me to undress her.
As the pajamas came off, her massive breasts—unburdened by a bra—came into full view. The sight of them, completely exposed, drew an involuntary gasp of admiration from me.
"They're huge."
"Why? Don't you like them?"
Instead of answering with words, I squeezed them. They were so large they couldn't fit in one hand, the flesh spilling out between my fingers. I kept kneading the soft mounds, marvelling at their overwhelming size.
"What size are you?"
"Are you curious?"
"Yeah."
Seeing me so obsessed with her breasts, Yura smiled. She pulled my face toward her chest, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me close.
My cock twitched in excitement at the soft sensation against my face.
"J."
I didn't know much about how women's breast sizes were measured. But even I knew that a J-cup was far from ordinary. Actually, even without the label, I could already feel that they were extraordinary.
"That's incredible."
"They just kept growing since middle school."
She stroked my hair as I kept my face buried in her chest, kneading away. When I finally pulled back and our eyes met, we kissed again.
We kissed hungrily, as if desperate to devour each other's lips. My hands moved from her breasts to pinch her dainty nipples.
"Hngh!"
I rolled them gently between two fingers, then pressed down with one. I continued to tease her nipples, the sound of Yura’s shifting moans recording themselves into my memory in real-time.
I rolled Yura onto her back and buried my face in her chest again.
"So cute."
She commented as if watching a child, seeing how I clung to her breasts. I kneaded them both before taking the tip of her left breast into my mouth and sucking loudly.
"Ahn, ah, ahn!"
I enjoyed her rising moans and teased her breasts even more. With every wave of pleasure, she writhed slightly, enduring the stimulation.
Feeling a surge of stubborn desire, I kept sucking on her nipple while moving my hand down to her crotch.
"!!"
Yura’s body stiffened, but I had no intention of backing down. I slid my hand inside her pajama bottoms, feeling the silk of her underwear before reaching inside to touch her dampening private parts.
"Aaaahn...!"
Startled by the sudden moan that escaped her, she clamped a hand over her own mouth.
"Mmph, mm!"
She tried her best to stifle the sound, but my hand didn't stop, continuing to send waves of pleasure through her.
"Hng, ah, mmm, nngh!"
I pulled my mouth away from her nipple and sat up, looking down at her as she lay there with her mouth covered. She glanced at my erect cock and quickly looked away. I felt a flicker of confusion at her reaction, but I pushed the thought aside and pulled off her pajama bottoms.
She lifted her hips slightly to help, and as I pulled away both her pajamas and underwear, Yura was left as naked as I was.
"Why are you covering your mouth?"
When I spoke, she finally lowered her hand.
"...Because it's embarrassing if I make noise."
What was with this reaction? She sounded like an inexperienced virgin. I smiled at her response and spread her legs, which she had been holding closed.
After the kissing and the breast play, I looked at her wet pussy and gently parted the folds with my fingers.
"It's pretty here, too."
"What are you saying?!"
I didn't respond to Yura’s blushing outburst. Instead, I leaned in close to her wet heat and licked it with my tongue.
"Hee-ut!!"
The sensation of the soft flesh against my tongue was good, so I licked her again.
"Ha-aaahn! It's dirty there... ahn!"
"You showered, so it's fine."
It wasn't like she'd worked up a sweat since her shower, so it didn't matter. Or would it have been better if she had?
I held her legs open so she couldn't close them and continued to lap at her. Every time my tongue swiped across her, Yura trembled and moaned. I didn't stop, watching her reactions shift second by second.
Seeing the usually energetic, unpredictable Yura so completely overwhelmed gave me a different kind of thrill.
As I licked her diligently, I flicked the tip of my tongue against her hardened, round clitoris.
"Ha-ahn!"
"There's that lewd sound."
"!"
I made her conscious of the fact that she’d moaned despite her embarrassment, and Yura turned beet red, covering her mouth again.
I moved to stimulate her clitoris once more, but then I sat up. Letting go of her legs, I began to rub her clitoris with my fingers instead.
"Hngh! Mmm, ah, hng!"
It wasn't just a fleeting touch of the tongue anymore; it was a constant, building stimulation. Yura arched her back, lewd sounds leaking through the gaps between her fingers.
"How is it? Feels good, right?"
In my drunken state, I wanted to see more of Yura trembling with pleasure. I kept rubbing her clitoris while sliding a finger from my other hand into her.
"Hng, mmm, ah, nngh, hngh!"
The moment I inserted my finger, I slid it out slowly and then back in. I could see the tension in Yura’s body coiling and releasing.
"You really have a lewd body."
Yura’s eyes met mine. Seeing the anxiety in her gaze, I gave her a reassuring smile.
"It's a compliment. Don't be so scared."
The moment she relaxed, I hooked my finger slightly to hit her vaginal wall and began moving it roughly, all while continuing to tease her clitoris.
"Hngh, ah! Mmm, hng, ah, nngh!"
She recoiled at the sudden surge of stimulation, but soon enough, Yura reached her climax, arching her back as a spray of fluid erupted from her. I had only intended to make her come, but the sudden gush of liquid caught me off guard.
"Hngh, mmm!! Hngh!!"
But my hand didn't stop, continuing to stimulate her. After she had spent herself, Yura seemed to lose all strength. She slumped back onto the bed, breathing raggedly.
I withdrew my finger and looked at the fluid on my hand, then at Yura as she lay there resting.
With her legs still spread and her mind seemingly blank from the intense climax, I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance.
"Huh?"
The moment she felt the foreign sensation against her still-sensitive pussy, she looked down. In that instant, I pushed my fully erect cock deep inside her.
"Hng-aaaah!!"
I pushed my hips forward, intending to go all the way in one go. But I felt a strange sensation upon insertion and looked down. I saw blood-tinged vaginal fluid flowing from where we were joined.
"Wait, what?"
Even in my drunken state, I could clearly see the small amount of hymeneal blood. Before I could even process the shock, Yura reached out, grabbed my face, and forced me to look at her.
The moment our eyes met, she pulled me into a kiss. I lost myself in the feel of her lips and the taste of her tongue once more.
Since she’d said she had plenty of experience with men, I had been 100% sure she wasn't a virgin. My movements immediately became much more cautious. I had been a bit rough with the foreplay precisely because I assumed she was experienced. Now, it felt like I had only given her a harsh, overwhelming sensation for her first time—something she might not want to remember.
Pleasure is something that feels better the more you're accustomed to it. Human sexual sensitivity isn't adapted to pleasure from birth; it has to be eased into. Giving someone a strong stimulus before they're ready often just results in pain.
I moved my hips slowly, giving Yura time to adjust to having me inside her.
"Hngh, mmm. Yes. Hngh!"
She moaned into the kiss. I kneaded her large breasts, trying to help her body relax.
The way she covered her mouth because she was embarrassed to moan, the way she tensed up to endure the stimulation—I realized now that these were all because she was inexperienced. I felt a pang of guilt.
"Are you calming down a bit?"
When our lips parted, I checked on her. Yura nodded, her breathing a bit more stable than before.
"Yeah. You just... surprised me by pushing in so suddenly."
"Sorry. I thought it would be okay."
I felt the tight squeeze of her warm vaginal walls and wanted to move my hips right then and there, but seeing Yura smiling and stroking my face made it hard to just lose control.
"Are you really sorry?"
"Of course I am."
"...And here you told me not to say sorry to you."
"That's different from this."
A smile tugged at my lips as I looked at her, and I felt my body relax more than before.
"I'm going to move now."
"Okay. Do it slowly."
"I will."
As Yura requested, I exercised as much self-control as possible, moving my hips bit by bit, slowly. Because of the slow pace, I could feel every sensation of her vaginal walls, a tightness that felt like it was sucking me in.
"It's so warm... it feels great."
The warmth of her body made my cock throb even harder.
"Ha-ah, hng! I like it too. Having A inside me... ahn!"
Thanks to the slow pace, Yura felt every movement. She exhaled as I pulled out and inhaled as I pushed deep inside.
It felt like our breaths were slowly syncing up, and my emotions began to soar. I couldn't stop my thrusting from gradually getting faster.
"Ah, ah, ah, ahn, aahn! S-slowly.... Be gentle."
Hearing Yura’s voice, I reined in the urge to speed up and moved slowly again. Then, her state started to worry me.
"...Are you scared?"
Yura looked for a way to hide her reddened face and eventually covered it with a pillow.
"Are you scared of having sex?"
I wondered if she was frightened by the act itself, since it was her first time. Maybe she couldn't handle the rush of new sensations and that's why she wanted me to stay slow.
Hearing my question, Yura shook her head while still hiding behind the pillow. So she wasn't scared of sex? But one thing was certain: she was afraid of something.
"Then what is it?"
I stopped moving entirely. I decided to wait until Yura could gather her thoughts and speak.
Getting pleasure from sex is easy. But that result comes from a process, and that process is never something created alone. If Yura was afraid to engage in that process and I couldn't resolve that for her, it was better to stop here.
As I waited quietly, she lowered the pillow and looked me in the eye.
"I'm afraid... that you'll leave once it's over."
With that one sentence, I understood everything. Why had I forgotten in the meantime?
Ever since she heard people talking behind her back at the cafe, Yura had been constantly anxious. She was terrified of what would happen if she had nowhere to turn.
Up until now, the only thing Yura could do to be recognized as a person by others was to work hard. And all that effort had been negated simply because she was a Superhuman.
For Yura, who had been shunned by others, nothing remained but to keep trying to be accepted. And even in the one place where she finally felt accepted, they had turned their backs on her.
Now, Yura—who didn't even know how much more effort she had to put in—had only me by her side. I was the only one she could rely on.
I thought she was feeling better because we’d been drinking and having fun. Because the Yura I usually saw was bright and strong, I had assumed she would overcome this brightly and strongly as well.
"When you said you'd stay over, I thought it was okay for us to sleep together."
I listened in silence to her tearful confession.
"Because then, we could be together for today."
In reality, she had been anxious the whole time.
"I liked drinking together. Because it felt like you liked me."
Even when she stood blankly in front of her house, unable to call out to me as I walked away.
"But I was scared that the moment I looked away, you'd be gone."
Even when we entered the living room and I said I was going to leave.
"So I wanted us to sleep together, but I was scared you'd think I was a nuisance."
Even while we were drinking.
"If you end up hating me..."
Yura, who had no one but me to rely on right now, was terrified that a single mistake on her part would make me leave too.
"I closed my eyes to sleep, but I was afraid that when I opened them, you wouldn't be there."
Yura was crying now, constantly wiping away tears with the back of her hand.
"I'm sorry. Even though you said we were friends..."
To Yura, whose efforts had never been rewarded, the problem wasn't other people—it was herself. She had to think that way so she could keep trying to be recognized.
It was Kwon Yura’s fault.
Because her effort wasn't enough.
Because she didn't do her best.
Because she wasn't recognized by others.
It was Kwon Yura’s fault.
Was it, really?
From other people's perspective, she hadn't tried hard enough, hadn't done her best, and therefore didn't deserve recognition.
Yura believed that was her fault.
Being rejected for being a Superhuman was something she had experienced countless times, but she could never truly come to terms with it. She couldn't bring herself to self-deprecate to that extent.
So, on the flip side...
Did she have to put in effort that others deemed worthy? Did she have to do her best according to other people's standards?
My answer was NO. If someone who worked hard according to others' standards was recognized, what about the person who worked hard out of sight? Is the effort of someone who isn't recognized but keeps trying not actually effort? People who refuse to acknowledge you won't do so no matter what.
The reason Yura wasn't recognized wasn't because she didn't try. It was because she was a Superhuman. And even if she weren't, they would have found some other reason to deny her.
It's a given that effort alone doesn't solve everything in this world. Even so, shouldn't someone acknowledge the person who is trying? If they know about that effort?
Yura did nothing wrong. Her effort wasn't lacking, and she was doing her absolute best.
"I'm sorry..."
I grabbed both of her hands as she wiped her tears and pinned them to the bed, keeping her still.
"What are you sorry for?"
"Because things turned out like this because of me..."
We both kissed and hugged, so I didn't know why she thought it was all her fault.
"Didn't I tell you not to apologize to me?"
"..."
She started to apologize again but stopped, her lips parted as she remembered my words.
"I just have to show you that I don't hate you and I don't think you're a nuisance, right?"
"Huh?"
"That's all, right?"
"...Yes."
Flustered, Yura stared at me, her face flushing as she reflexively answered in formal speech. Hearing her small voice, I tossed aside the pillow she’d been holding, leaned down, and kissed her deeply.
Then, I began to move my hips roughly, thrusting my cock in and out at a rapid pace.
"Hngh! Ah, hng, mmm! Aaaahn!"
As soon as our lips parted, moans erupted from her. I interlaced my fingers with hers as she fumbled for a grip.
The sound of wet friction echoed with every heavy thrust, and Yura began to grow more excited from the overwhelming pleasure.
"Ha-aaa, ah, ah, ahn! Slowly. Do it slowly!"
"No."
I let go of her hands and pulled her into an embrace, continuing the powerful thrusts as if pinning her down.
"Hee-ugh, ah, hngh! Ah, ah, ahn!"
Yura wrapped her arms around my neck, and as we held each other, we sank deeper into the throes of ecstasy.
Moving slowly, then staying still, and now moving roughly—my cock, which had been in a state of high arousal, reached its limit. I felt the urge to ejaculate.
"I'll tell you as many times as it takes. I don't find you a nuisance, and I don't hate you."
I whispered into her ear as I held her tight. Yura reached her climax, her vaginal walls squeezing me with incredible force.
"Hng-aaaaah!!"
I pressed my hips as close as possible, burying my cock to its very base, and released the pressure I’d been building up for so long.
I felt my hips tingle as I ejaculated deep inside her warm pussy.
Lost in the climax, she wrapped her legs around my waist and tensed her entire body. I didn't move either, staying buried inside her as I finished.
"Hah... haaa..."
Once the ejaculation ended, Yura seemed to think it was over and loosened her arms and legs. I immediately lifted her hips and resumed thrusting.
"!! Mmm, ah, ah, ha-ahn! Ahn!"
Hit with a wave of pleasure immediately following her climax, Yura gripped the bedsheets tight and curled her toes.
The more her body tensed, the better the friction felt. I gripped her waist and didn't stop my movements.
"Ah, ah, mmm! W-wait. Just a second!"
"No."
For once, I didn't want to do as she asked. I was going to pour all my energy into making sure she never felt like I found her a nuisance or hated her. I would make sure that a moment of insecurity would never find her again.
"Hee, ah, nngh, mmm, aahn!"
"How is it? Still anxious?"
The lewd, wet sounds became even clearer with my rough movements.
"No. Not at all. Ha-aaahn!"
As I thrust upward, Yura let out a blissful sound. The fact that I could ease her anxiety made me grow even more heated.
Though the movements were somewhat rough, Yura accepted my cock without any sign of struggle.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, aahn, ha-ahn!"
As she accepted me with growing excitement, her expression shifted to one of pure pleasure. Her deep flush told me she was getting even hotter.
"Were you afraid I'd leave?"
"Yes. I was scared. I thought it might all be a fantasy I made up. Aaaahn!"
I thrust while gripping her waist with both hands, then reached out with one hand to ruthlessly knead her large breasts as they bounced with every movement.
"Hngh, ah, ah! I love it. Ahn."
Watching Yura’s flushed face as she let out those lewd sounds, I couldn't help but get even more excited as a man. With looks that would make anyone call her beautiful and a truly voluptuous body, she was telling me how good it felt to have sex with me.
“Aaah! If you, if you suddenly get stronger like that… Ah!”
As the reciprocating motion grew more intense, the room filled with the wet sound of slapping flesh.
It was a rough pace, but Yura adapted instantly, and we began to find the spots that made each other feel the most.
“Why? Do you hate it?”
“No, I love it.”
Amused by her cute reaction, I moved the hand that had been kneading her breast to stroke her cheek. As soon as my hand touched her face, Yura placed her own hand over the back of mine.
“It’s… it’s coming.”
“Ahhh, mmm! Give it to me.”
Looking at the heated Yura, it was a struggle to hold back the urge to ejaculate the moment it hit. I gripped her waist tight and put on a final burst of speed, thrusting my dick into her violently.
“Hyut, ah, ugh, mmm! Ah, ang, ahhh!”
Clutching the sheets and tensing her toes, Yura arched her back and squeezed my cock hard with her vaginal walls.
As the sensation reached its limit, my dick swelled slightly, and soon, I reached my second internal ejaculation inside her.
I pressed my hips firmly against hers so that not a drop of semen could leak out. I hadn't expected much to come out after the first time, but more erupted than I thought, causing my dick to pulse even harder.
“Ngh, haaa… haa.”
Once the ejaculation finished, I pulled out and let go of her waist. Drained of strength, Yura lay back on the bed, breathing heavily, leaving her pussy exposed as the semen began to trickle out.
Then, I climbed over her and presented my dick, glistening with a mix of semen and vaginal fluid, right in front of her face.
“Yura. Say ‘ah.’”
“Okay.”
She had been catching her breath and flinched slightly when my dick suddenly appeared before her eyes, but she opened her mouth at my command. I slowly slid it in, starting from the glans, and Yura began to suck on the cock filling her mouth.
“Slurp, chuup, chulup…”
Listening to the sounds of her clumsy but sincere blowjob, I couldn't help but move my hips slowly.
“Hmph, mmm, kfuh!”
She sucked as diligently as she could on the dick moving slightly in her mouth. I stroked her hair and toyed with her ear.
Though she seemed embarrassed by the situation, Yura clearly enjoyed it, her face turning even redder as she continued to suck.
“You’re doing great. You’re making me feel so good, Yura.”
The way she looked up at me with those flirtatious, smiling eyes while giving me a blowjob was incredibly lewd. She looked several times more erotic than any of the countless porn stars I’d seen in my life.
“Mmm, ngh, mmp!”
I slowly moved my hips, letting my dick sweep through the inside of her mouth, while Yura carefully sucked and licked the moving member.
However, rather than just feeling good myself from the fellatio, I had a much stronger desire to make Yura feel good. I pulled my dick out of her mouth before I could reach climax.
“Shall we keep going, then?”
At those words, Yura nodded and spread her legs wide of her own accord.
I moved back between her thighs and rubbed the glans, still wet from her mouth, against her pussy. This time, I inserted myself slowly. Very slowly.
“Hngh! It’s coming again. It feels even better than before.”
Seeing Yura smiling with a face full of bliss, I felt glad that I could help ease her anxiety. I smiled back and began to move my hips again.
“It’s tightening around me more softly than before, too.”
Enjoying the lewd friction sounds of our movements, I began to stimulate her clitoris with my hand again.
“Hyah, ahh! Ah, ah, ah, ang!”
Trembling with pleasure as she gripped the bedsheets, Yura held out her arms to me. Understanding her intent without a word, I pulled her into a tight embrace.
“I’m going to go a bit harder.”
The moment I whispered lowly into her ear, I felt her vaginal walls tighten, and my thrusting became violent once more.
“Hngh, ah, ahh, ang! Ah, ang!”
Hearing Yura’s lewd moans right next to my ear, I wanted to see her cry out even more obscenely. I nipped at her ear and drove my hips forward with all my might.
“Tell me… tell me more!”
Even though she didn't specify what, I immediately understood what she wanted through her moans of ecstasy. While holding her close, I continued to whisper into her ear.
“I don’t hate this. I’m not going anywhere, so don't worry.”
“Hngh, mmm! Yes. I understand…! Ha-aaang!”
As my voice reached her ears, Yura squeezed her vaginal walls tight. The stimulation triggered a continuous, pleasurable chain reaction that forced my dick to move even more vigorously.
“…Am I pretty?”
“Yeah. You’re the prettiest in the world.”
I knew the answers Yura wanted to hear. I knew that her asking if she was pretty wasn't out of vanity, but a way to somehow boost her own self-esteem. Just by telling her exactly what I felt, Yura wore a happy smile.
We were pressed so tightly together that there wasn't a gap between us, yet the sound of our bodies colliding as I thrust echoed loudly in the room. That was how rough my movements were, and Yura accepted it all, carving the pleasure deep into her body.
“Haa, I love this. Being held by A… I’m so happy.”
“Really?”
“Yes. It’s so good that… I can’t think of anything but A… Mmp!”
I interlaced my fingers with hers as she said the words that couldn't help but drive me wild. I pressed my lips against hers as she surrendered to the pleasure with a beet-red face.
I felt the signal for another ejaculation approaching. Wanting to give Yura an even deeper sense of pleasure, I didn't pull away, instead mixing our tongues in a deep kiss while my dick continued to stab deep inside her.
“Mmm, ngh, mmp! Chuup, hmph!”
Yura seemed to realize I was about to come as well; she welcomed the deep intrusion by swaying her own hips. The moment our waists were pinned together, I ejaculated a hot burst of semen deep inside her.
The strength in her legs wrapped around my waist increased, pulling me even closer. It felt as if she wanted to transmit the pleasure she was feeling to the very depths of her body.
After the ejaculation finished, Yura basked in the afterglow of the climax for a moment, letting her body go limp. I pulled my dick out of her hot pussy.
Once again, I brought my dick, glistening with semen and vaginal fluid, to Yura’s face. She lay there panting, but as soon as she saw it, she took it into her mouth and began to suck.
“Mmm, mmp, hmph!”
The stimulation of her tongue swirling around my dick as if she were sucking on a sweet candy kept it from losing its vigor, even right after ejaculating. I reached out and kneaded her heavy breasts as she lay there.
“Chuup, hmph. Mmm! Hngh! Mmm!”
I took my hand off her breast and inserted my fingers into the pussy I had just been pounding with my dick. The inside was slippery with the overflow of vaginal fluid and semen. I felt her body heat along with the way she squeezed my fingers.
“Shall we change positions this time?”
“Mmp?”
She looked up at me with her eyes wide while still holding my dick in her mouth. Seeing her round eyes, I suddenly thought she looked adorable. I pulled my dick out of her mouth.
“Can you get on all fours?”
“Okay. Like this?”
Immediately following my request, Yura got on all fours on the bed and pushed her buttocks toward me. At the lewd sight before my eyes, I lost my reason. I grabbed her hips and thrust my dick into her pussy, which was still dripping with semen.
“Hieee-ngh!!”
A loud moan escaped her as I thrust deep in one go. I pressed my body against her back and whispered in her ear again.
“How does it feel?”
“Haa, A is so deep inside… it feels like we’re kissing.”
“Then shall we kiss even more deeply?”
I drove my hips forward once more, pressing hard against her cervix.
“Ahk! Ha-aaaaang!!”
Yura’s expression melted at the pleasure of having her most sensitive spot stimulated. I put the fingers that had just been poking around her pussy into her mouth.
“My fingers are wet because of you, Yura. You’ll clean them for me, right?”
“Mmp, hmph, mmm, hngh!”
With one hand in her mouth and the other kneading her breast, the piston-like thrusting began again.
It was to the point where it made a wet, thumping sound. My dick was quite literally stabbing into Yura’s pussy. Every time it pulled out and then drove back in with force, Yura reached a climax and squeezed her vaginal walls.
“Ah, hngh. Hngh, mmm! Haa! Mmm!”
She diligently sucked the fingers in her mouth, accepting all the pleasure I was giving her. As she adapted to the never-ending stimulation, I felt an even stronger urge to hold her.
I took my hand out of her mouth, straightened my upper body while staying inside her, and grabbed one of her legs, lifting it up. Her face turned crimson at the posture, which looked like a dog lifting a leg to urinate.
“Haa! Th-this position… it’s strange. It’s embarrassing…”
“It’s not strange. You’re beautiful, Yura, so any position is fine.”
“Ngh, mmm! You… you idiot! If you say that…”
I wasn't about to miss her reaction as her voice trailed off into a moan.
“If I say that?”
“…If you say that, it makes me want to do it even more.”
That was the moment my reason snapped. After that, we had sex until we collapsed from exhaustion.
Even right after ejaculating, we didn't stop, moving our hips for each other’s sake. When our throats were parched, we drank water and went right back to it.
We sought out pleasure for one another until we lost track of how many climaxes we reached or how many times I ejaculated. Eventually, the moment our physical strength failed us, we fell asleep as our memories faded into a blur.