Is Senior's Pussy Savory?
“Hey. Suck my pussy a little.”
“…?”
At first I thought I’d misheard.
That morning I’d gotten a call from Senior Arang saying she’d thought of a way to track me and to hurry over to the sparring grounds. I’d come to school with my chest full of tension and anticipation—only for her to try reverse-harassing me the second she saw my face, right there in the hallway.
She didn’t look remotely like someone who’d been raped the night before. The words “That’s Senior Arang for you” rose unbidden in my throat, but what actually came out was a long, deep sigh.
“Suing?”
“What?”
“I said, are you suing?”
“It’s not like that?! Not the power-harassment sex-crime thing you’re thinking of… You fucking idiot, more than that—you’re going to sue me?! You ungrateful little…!!”
“No. I’m asking if Senior’s pussy is savory. Even if I’m sucking, I should at least know the taste while I’m at it.”
“…”
Senior Arang stared at me like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. For someone who’d just tried reverse-harassing me in a public corridor, the sheer shamelessness on her face was something else.
Still, it gave me an opening to ask why she’d done it. I spoke up even as she snagged my wrist and started dragging me somewhere.
“So what method exactly did you come up with that made you suddenly try sexual harassment and reverse molestation in a place this crowded? Do you have no sense of shame?”
“Junior. I used to have something called shame. Right up until that bastard raped me again last night.”
“For real? You actually had that? That’s… pretty shocking. Wait—more importantly, that bastard came again?”
I played dumb, eyes wide with fake surprise. Senior Arang, her neatly braided hair swaying like a black panther’s tail as she walked, simply nodded.
“I was in the shower and he just appeared, groped the hell out of me, then slammed his cock straight into my pussy.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me? If you’d called, I would’ve come right away.”
“Huh? Ah… well… um…”
Of course she couldn’t have called. After the creampie, the endless string of orgasms had left her completely limp; she’d collapsed right into my arms. She could barely move her own body—how was she supposed to dial anyone?
I carefully pretended not to remember wiping her down, laying her on the bed, and even tucking the blanket neatly around her. I just called her name.
“Senior?”
“Huh? Ah—ah… I, uh. I was so pissed I forgot I was supposed to contact you!”
“How do you just forget that? You were the one who asked me for help.”
“That’s why I’m asking now, even if it’s a little late! And what the hell did you just say to me?!”
“Honestly, how is that a request for help?! The second we made eye contact—in a hallway full of people—you told me to suck your thing. How is that—gah?!”
A merciless knuckle-rap dropped onto the top of my head. I clutched my skull with both hands and looked up at her.
“Sh-shut up! I wasn’t joking! I really meant it as a request for help! You think I’m not embarrassed either?!”
“What? A minute ago you said you had no shame! And the person claiming to be embarrassed is the same one who yesterday was all ‘Wanna touch my tits?’—aaagh! Don’t hit the same spot twice!”
Even for a total tomboy, there were things you said and things you didn’t the moment you met someone.
She even knows it herself to some degree. That she just said something incredibly vulgar.
I rubbed my still-stinging head after the second knuckle-rap and asked again.
“So if it wasn’t a joke, what exactly was the intention behind those words?”
“That is… ah, we’re here. Come on, get in.”
“What?! Get in where… this is the women’s restroom?”
“Yeah. Hurry up and go in.”
“No, I said it’s the women’s restroom?! You’re telling me to go in here?!”
“What, you want me to walk into the men’s room instead? Stop yapping and get inside.”
“Honestly, if it were you, Senior, you could just stroll into the men’s room, stand there and take a piss, and everyone would just go ‘yeah, that’s her’—gyaaaaah?!”
“This little shit really has no filter, does he?! Get the fuck in already!”
I’d been sure we were heading to the sparring grounds since we were going the same direction!
I shot her the most insolent “have you lost your mind?” look I could manage and protested, but Senior Arang didn’t care in the slightest. She kept kicking my ass like I was a pig being herded to slaughter and shoved me into a stall that looked roughly acceptable to her.
“Ah, for real… I’m already treated like trash in the department… If I get caught doing this I’ll actually get expelled.”
“Don’t worry about it. They’re all spineless weaklings with less guts than you anyway. Whatever those losers think or say, just let it slide. Stressing over every little thing is bad for your mental health.”
“Says the person who just shoved a guy into the women’s restroom?!”
“Ugh, so chatty. Fine! If anyone says anything I’ll just tell them I brought you so we could piss together. Happy?!”
“I’m getting dizzy for real.”
What kind of hyper-tomboy idea had she cooked up this time to go this far?
I let out another huge sigh, locked the door, and asked as she walked toward the toilet.
“Alright. So now I just suck it?”
“Huh? Wait, let me get my pants off first… Hey, what the hell are you doing?”
“What? Wetting my lips with spit.”
“You’re suddenly super proactive? You were making faces like you hated it a second ago. Weren’t you reluctant?”
“The location’s the problem. I never said I wouldn’t cooperate. Besides, you know me. I’m a filthy bastard. I can’t let an opportunity like this slip by.”
“…Now that you mention it, yeah. Then wait right there. I’ll explain while I take my pants off.”
Even after I’d openly declared I wanted to suck her pussy, she didn’t so much as frown. She just nodded calmly and actually started peeling her pants down, looking for all the world like she was in her own living room.
Watching that completely unbothered strip, I secretly hit the training-start button and focused on the explanation she began giving.
“The reason’s simple. I read it somewhere.”
“Read what…? Like a mystery novel?”
“Yeah, manga or novel, whatever. Anyway it said: think from the criminal’s position. Put yourself in the criminal’s shoes, predict their psychology that way, and then predict their actions.”
“Uh… so how does that connect to this?”
“I told you. Think from the criminal’s position.”
With that she plopped casually onto the toilet seat and pointed straight at her own pussy with a finger.
“…Ah.”
My brain short-circuited for a second. I stared blankly at Senior’s pussy, then clapped my hands as understanding hit.
“So in order to think from the criminal’s position, you’re going to act like the criminal? That’s why you forced me into the women’s restroom and now you’re going to force me to… that place of yours…”
“Exactly! That’s our Seung-yong! You catch on right away!”
“Who do you think I am? More importantly… are you really okay with this?”
I pointed at my spit-glistening lips as if to say I’m actually going to do it, you know? Don’t regret it later.
Senior Arang giggled.
“It’s fine. It’s not some stranger—it’s you, Seung-yong. I can trust you.”
“Hah…?!”
My eyes flew wide and I swallowed hard. Being told “I trust you” by the senior I admired was moving enough on its own—but the moment she finished speaking she spread her legs wide, right in my face, as if showing them off.
“And I’m only asking this because it’s you. No one else. You’re my loyal punching bag, so I can trust you with it.”
She added the finishing touch in a near-whisper, eyes sliding away from mine for a second.
At that look I roughly blew out the breath I’d been holding through my nose and answered.
“If you’d left out the ‘loyal punching bag’ part I would’ve immediately said I love you and planted a kiss on you.”
“K-kiss?”
“Yeah. My first kiss? I heard first kisses taste like lemon candy… gyaah?!”
Apparently she didn’t like that answer. She suddenly grabbed me by the collar and shoved my head hard straight toward her crotch.
I’d let my guard down because of the thick female scent she’d been giving off a second ago; I flailed in surprise and shouted.
“Wh-what are you doing?!”
“I told you. I’m acting like the criminal to get into the criminal’s head. First kiss? Perfect! That bastard would’ve definitely made me offer my first kiss to his cock. I-I’m doing it too! I’m doing it too…!”
“Even so, snatching my first kiss with your pussy from the start is a little too hardcore, don’t you think?!”
I stared at her with shocked eyes at the sudden outburst, but Senior was already fully worked up at the thought of forcing a kiss between me and her pussy.
Seeing that, I stopped being surprised. If we were doing this, we might as well do it properly. I looked up at her with the pure, innocent eyes of a virgin who knew nothing of the world.
Senior Arang seemed even more turned on by the act; she gave a lewd little “uhehe” and spoke.
“Now, make sure you feel it properly♡ The moment your first kiss is ruthlessly stolen by my pussy♡”
“No?! Stop! Kyaaaaah! Somebody help me?! Someone’s being assaulted here!”
“Hehehe, calling for help? Did you forget where we are? This is the women’s restroom! Even if someone comes, you’re the only one who loses.”
“Y-you evil human being?! You planned this from the start?!”
And in that instant I understood.
The reason the words “rape” and “reverse-rape”—two things that shouldn’t be able to coexist—were lined up side by side on Senior’s sexual preference list.
This senior is the type where S and M live together!
Had living like a wild beast that either takes or gets taken shaped her kink this way, or had the kink shaped her personality and behavior?
“Ah, I’m seriously not lying—this is my first kiss!”
“Too late!”
While I was stuck in a chicken-or-egg-level dilemma, I put on a desperate act of not wanting my first kiss stolen by a pussy.
Unable to hold back any longer, Senior put every ounce of strength into it and roughly crushed my head into her crotch.
“Hearing it’s a first kiss suddenly has me so fucking turned on. Hey, hurry up and suck! Suck it!”
“I can’t! I don’t want to! Stop! At least take it with your mouth!”
“That’s why I’m letting you do it with my lower mouth! You fucking brat, suck already!”
“Mmmph?!”
Schlorp~♡
If I ever become a big-shot hunter and write an autobiography someday, I’ll probably describe today’s memories like this:
The taste of my first kiss was never anything romantic like lemon candy. It was sticky, hot, and carried the faint scent of piss—the taste of a female.