A Stream for Mana
The plastic bottle crumpled with a loud crack the moment she snatched it. It was a thin, transparent water bottle, the cap already off, so there was no helping it.
The shot wouldn’t look good like that, so I told her to blow air into it and plump it back out. She climbed onto the toilet in the exact posture for peeing and clamped the bottle between her lips.
But my eyes never left her pussy.
The instant she huffed a sharp breath into the bottle, the force made her anus clench tight as well. Why that looked so filthy-sexy I couldn’t say. I couldn’t tear my gaze away for even a second.
If Lee Donggeul’s was a clean pink pussy, Kim Isol’s was a vivid, flaming red. Both of them were so inexperienced that the shapes stayed neat and almost cute; I wanted to put my tongue on them right then and there.
Was it because they were Awoken? Donggeul had been the first Awoken pussy I’d ever seen, Isol the second, so I had nothing to compare them against even if I’d wanted to.
My stare must have bothered her; she hurriedly dropped a hand to cover herself. The bottle, finally inflated properly, drifted closer to that red slit.
“Take your hand away. I can’t see. And are you really going to do it like that?”
“…Mind your own business. I did it this way last time too!”
“Shouldn’t you at least spread it a little with your fingers? Don’t spill.”
“I-I’m not going to spill!”
I adjusted the angle of the smartphone and kept filming her ass. The mouth of the bottle sat right in front of her pussy, making a clean shot almost impossible.
“If you press it up against yourself like that I can’t see anything. Why don’t you just go right here? It’s a bathroom—we can rinse everything with the shower afterward… Better that way, right? Unless you’re planning to carry a bottle of your own piss home.”
Kim Isol glared at me, but even she had to admit it would be more comfortable. There was no real need to come all the way to the toilet just to pee into a bottle. Using the toilet itself was out of the question, of course—filming would be a nightmare.
In the end she flung the bottle aside, and the real highlight finally began.
“Spread yourself wide open with both hands. Now.”
The order was close enough to a command that Isol had no choice but to obey. Squatting on the closed toilet lid, crotch spread wide, she brought both hands to her outer labia.
A scene straight out of Japanese AV was playing live right in front of me. I filmed every second of it as if I were a professional cameraman. Technology had gotten good enough that even a phone camera shot in 4K, so picture quality was the last thing I needed to worry about.
The lens locked onto the space between her thighs. I concentrated hard so the frame wouldn’t shake.
Meanwhile Isol used both hands to pull her labia wide open, putting everything on shameless display. The entrance to her vagina, the tiny mouth of her urethra, even her clit—all of it came into clear view.
I swallowed dryly.
I was about to burn that filthy, humiliating, utterly private sight into both eyes. She looked just as eager to get it over with; her lower belly tensed. With her lower half completely bare I could even see the subtle shift of muscle.
Her anus kept clenching and relaxing in tiny pulses, and with every movement the little hole of her urethra trembled ever so slightly. Still no stream appeared.
“Kim Isol. How long are you planning to stay like that?”
“Fuck… why… won’t it come out!”
“Please just calm down… Want me to help?”
“W-what the hell are you talking about! How would you help!?”
“I thought a little hand massage might get it flowing. Or I could press on your lower belly a bit…”
“Don’t even dream it! Touch me and I’ll bite my tongue off and die right here.”
“Ah, yes, yes. Then I’ll wait.”
Isol strained every muscle even harder; her already flushed face turned a deeper, almost bursting red. Still no sign of urine. Roughly three minutes crawled by.
“Hey, the battery’s getting low. At this rate…”
“…J-just wait a second. I-it’s… about to come!”
Even a sight this lewd loses its edge after three full minutes of staring. My cock had gone soft. Pity was starting to outweigh arousal. If she’d just let me touch her a little it never would have gotten this far.
Then—
“Mm… nngh…”
Huh?
A sudden moan slipped out of her. Was it finally coming? The soft, nasal sound made me snap my focus back to her ass at once.
“I… it’s…”
The anus that had been winking open and shut clenched hard. Poor circulation was turning her lower body pale. Both hands had been holding her labia open for so long. At last, from the center of that spread slit, liquid began to appear.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
It wasn’t a clean stream—just tiny amounts of urine sliding down over her anus, gathering at the curve of her ass, and falling drop by drop. Whenever the tension in her anus eased, the urethra closed and everything stopped; the moment she clenched again the urethra opened and another trickle of piss escaped.
I’d thought it was pure nerves, but maybe she hadn’t even needed to go in the first place? Forcing it out when she wasn’t really desperate meant I got a full show of her anus and pussy working frantically. My cock hardened again.
I wanted to put a finger on her right that second and rub, wanted to push a finger inside the hole. In the end I couldn’t hold the thoughts back—I simply did it. The delusion that after showing me her pissing she couldn’t possibly refuse something this small took over my body. Even I wondered whether I’d gone completely insane. Either way, it wasn’t normal.
Filming never stopped. The left hand that wasn’t holding the phone stretched out and settled on her pussy. The liquid still seeping out touched my skin first. Warmth. Then the bright-red flesh of her pussy met my fingertips—soft, smooth, silky.
“Hiek… w-what the hell are you doing right now! Are you crazy!?”
I didn’t pull away. I lightly massaged the urethra that was still leaking piss and the whole of her pussy. Her warm urine worked as perfect lube; even without any love juices she was slick enough.
And then—
Zurrrrrk. Zurk.
The thin trickle suddenly thickened under my touch. What? She’d been holding that much and still couldn’t let it go until now? Mental block, maybe? Embarrassment had unconsciously clamped the middle of her urethra shut.
I kept moving my hand. Isol grabbed my left arm with both of the hands that had been spreading herself open and started yelling in a voice thick with moans.
“Hiek… g-get your hand off! Auk… hand… take it away! You pervert bastard… heuk…”
Zorrrrrrk.
Like a dam that had finally cracked, her stream turned thick and powerful, arcing out in a full spray. I was about to get hit; I yanked my left hand back and refocused on filming. How long had she been holding it in? Only after a considerable amount had poured out did the urine finally stop.
I leisurely admired the ass still dripping with piss. Cute, springy cheeks and a bright-red, wrinkled anus. And the urethra that had just finished its job.
Once is hard, twice is easy, right?
I put my left hand back on her.
“You crazy bastard! Hand off!”
Having emptied herself completely, Isol rejected me violently. She shoved at my arm with both hands and tried to stand. But she’d held the squat so long her legs had gone numb; she couldn’t rise properly. That gave me plenty of time to keep feeling her.
“Keuk… i-it hurts! You pervert bastard!!”
“Want me to stop, then? I was only trying to keep my promise…”
“Hiek… t-this… take your hand off first… then talk.”
“Did you forget? Are you sure you want me to stop? Didn’t you want your mana back?”
“Kuk… what does that have… to do with this… haah…”
I finally eased the pressure. She had leaned her waist and head so far forward that rubbing any more was difficult. At this rate she might slip off the toilet and get hurt. I decided to cool things down a little. The smell of piss was rising too.
I turned on the shower and let water flood the entire bathroom, spraying the toilet seat she’d been squatting on as well.
“Lift your shirt. I’ll wipe you off.”
“Give it! I’ll do it myself!”
“No. This is my house.”
Her expression said she wanted to tear my throat out, but she couldn’t go home looking like this. I ran the shower over her lower body—feet, calves, thighs, then up to her ass. Isol’s whole body jerked hard.
“Feeling good?”
“What the fuck are you talking about! It’s just cold!”
“Yes, yes. Then turn around. We still have to wash the front.”
Worried her top would get soaked, Isol rolled it up and held it while she turned to face me. The cute little navel and slender waist I’d never seen before came into view. Insane body. How could anyone have a figure this unfairly sexy? I was too busy staring to do anything else. Especially with so little pubic hair—even standing, the pretty slit of her pussy was clearly visible. I aimed the shower right at it. She flinched again, then glared at me as if startled by her own reaction. I thought about watching her invent another excuse, but decided to pretend I hadn’t noticed and just kept pouring water onto her pussy.
“T-that’s enough already! It’s cold!”
I decided to torment her a little more. I swung the shower toward her navel.
“What—what are you doing!”
“Just checking if any splashed up there. Oh, look, it reached here too.”
This time I sprayed her whole body until she looked like a drowned rat. Well now. To keep from catching a cold she’d have to take the clothes off. I laughed inside like a man who’d completely lost his mind.
I must not have hidden the crooked smile well enough; Isol gave me a look of pure disbelief.
“You’re seriously a crazy bastard, aren’t you?”
“The woman who just peed in front of a man isn’t exactly normal either.”
“That was because you ordered me—”
“You peed in front of someone just because you were told to. The world really has some strange women.”
“You little shit…”
Soaking wet from head to toe, Isol finally couldn’t hold back the rage she’d been swallowing. She exploded. But that proud Awoken strength of hers was gone, and I still had my shield, so she couldn’t actually attack me. Instead she started hurling everything in the bathroom. Only then did I manage to come back to my senses a little.
“P-please stop. Okay, I get it, please. I’ll keep the promise.”
“…Do that one more time and I really will kill you.”
“Haa… okay, so just—calm down.”
I pulled out a towel and handed it to her. She started by wringing the water from her hair.
“No more games, so take those clothes off first. You’ll catch a cold. Ah… don’t look at me like that. This time I really don’t have any other schemes.”
“It’s fine like this.”
“No it isn’t. Then I can’t restore your mana.”
“What the hell kind of bullshit is that!”
“It’s not bullshit. There’s no other way to give your mana back.”
“…You think I don’t know what you’re—”
“If you don’t trust me, just go home. I’ll delete the video and we’ll pretend the promise never happened.”
Isol had no choice. She stripped everything off right there. After seeing Lee Donggeul’s chest only a few dozen minutes earlier, Isol’s looked smaller by comparison, but they were still a cute B-cup at least. Shape and form were both excellent—exactly the kind you wanted to tease until she begged you to stop. I suddenly wanted to see the face Isol would make while I tormented those breasts and she told me to quit.
Since her lower half had already been bare, she didn’t hesitate much. The expression that promised she’d kill me if I was lying, though—that was a masterpiece. How many ways was she murdering me inside her head right now? Whatever she thought, it didn’t matter.
Right after the peeing video I filmed her naked body once more. Isol tried to get angry again but fell for my reasoning. By putting myself in the frame next to her naked body, I was promising I would never spread the video anywhere. If it ever leaked, my face would be sold right along with hers. Isol seemed to understand; she gritted her teeth and endured me pressing right up against her bare side.
“Y-you crazy bastard! Too close!”
“We both have to fit on one phone screen. Just put up with it a little longer.”
I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in. My arm brushed the soft skin of her side; the feel of it was unreal. Even while taking the selfie my eyes stayed locked on those cute little breasts.
“That’s enough filming.”
“Huuu…”
She let out a sigh deep enough to sink the floor. Thinking it was finally over, she reached for her panties and skirt again. Both were completely soaked—my shower games had seen to that.
“Want some of my clothes?”
“……”
I dug a pair of shorts and a T-shirt out of the pile of Shin Haneul’s things stacked in the empty room and handed them over. Isol put them on with nothing underneath. Then, just as promised, I returned her mana—and as a bonus raised it from F-1 all the way to F-2.
Seeing the pure, bright joy on a face that usually only knew how to scowl made my chest flutter without warning. She looked so clear and innocent when she was happy. Appearance-wise she really was the closest thing to my ideal type.
Afraid Lee Donggeul might wake up, I hurried Isol out the door and sent her home. With her power restored, even if some guy noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra and tried something, it wouldn’t be a problem.
“Haa…”
The chaotic Sunday was finally over. Tomorrow was Monday—our F-team’s second expedition day.
“At this rate, when am I ever going to make any money?”
I washed the oil off my body and headed back to the bedroom. A woman lay there completely naked, every inch of her still slick with oil. The blanket I’d pulled over her had been kicked away; maybe the heat from my semen had been a little too high. The room felt warm.
Gulp.
Ah, every single time I looked at them I thought the same thing: Lee Donggeul’s breasts really were national-treasure level.
I quietly lay down beside her oil-slick body and reached for the glistening curves that caught the light. I’d just finished showering, but it looked like I was going to need another one.