Fellatio in the Changing Room (1)
"Wh-why me!"
Chloe fought it to the bitter end, kicking and squabbling like a child.
She gritted her teeth as if she'd sooner bite off her tongue and die than wear such a perverted outfit.
"You can't even grant a request from your lover? I'm hurt."
"Gh!"
"Chloe, you were so confident declaring us a couple in front of Mother, and yet you won't even wear what Solis wants you to wear?"
"She's got a point. You used to humor him all the time. Guess the love's gone cold."
Under their deliberate pressure, I pushed her toward the swimsuit until she had no room left to refuse.
Chloe's resentful eyes turned on me, but that was none of my concern.
Did she really think I'd put her to work without even a reward like this?
That would be outright tyranny—an insult, a sign she thought little of me.
"...Fine. I'll do it."
At last she raised the white flag and surrendered.
Matching her docile attitude, I stripped off the swimsuit I'd been wearing.
"Now that that's settled, hurry up and change."
"Wait wait wait! You're telling me to wear the one you just—!"
"What was that? Just so we're clear, you're not about to call something your lover wore 'dirty,' are you?"
"...I'll wear it."
Sacrificing oneself for the greater good—was there ever a phrase more fitting?
The sight of her willing to debase herself for Eva's sake was enough to move anyone to tears.
Chloe trudged into the changing room like a cow being led to slaughter.
That shuffling, strengthless walk of hers was pitiful beyond words.
"Haa..."
Even Eva's heart ached at Chloe's effort, it seemed—she covered her face with both hands, cheeks flushed, trembling with excitem—
"Hold on. Eva. What exactly are you looking at?"
"Hyaaah!"
She whipped her head away the moment I called her out, but everyone here already knew the answer.
"Marin. Eva was just staring at my dick, right?"
"Yes. Stared at it hard."
Marin's testimony lent weight to my suspicion.
The unblinking gaze, and the fondness nestled inside it—like someone looking at a child they found adorable.
She'd reacted similarly the first time we met, when my cock had nearly burst its way out of my pants, but that had been pure embarrassment at catching an accidental glimpse of male anatomy.
Plus, the fact that my equipment exceeded all reasonable expectations had played its part too.
So Eva's interested in my dick now?
Was it just an unavoidable instinct of womanhood?
Or had some change occurred in me that I wasn't aware of, and it was affecting her?
Lately she'd been staring holes through me more and more often, and whenever I struck up a conversation, she'd deflect and dodge.
Maybe I should set aside some time to talk with her alone, just the two of us.
"Hey."
"Hmm?"
"Get in here."
While I was mulling it over, Chloe called to me from inside the changing room.
"I'm all changed."
Perfect. Come out and show me, then."
"...I can't. Too embarrassing."
"Everyone out here's women except me, no?"
"What kind of logic is that? Showing this kind of thing to other people, women or not—it's insane!"
So Chloe had less nerve than I'd given her credit for.
It wasn't like she was strolling through the city buck naked—she was making a whole production over a mere sling swimsuit.
"Fine, then I'll just come in there. Problem solved?"
Personally, all I needed was the chance to burn her bikini look into my memory, so I slipped straight into the changing room.
"Oh."
So this was what they meant by an involuntary gasp of admiration.
At the spectacle spread out before me, I let out a low whistle.
"Whee-ew, it suits you. You could dance on a pole at a strip club and make a fortune."
"Don't be disgusting."
"I mean it. That's how smoking hot you look right now."
That curvaceous figure, the athletic frame revealed between the strips of fabric, the emphasized swell of her chest and hips.
A body like that—impossible without daily training, disciplined maintenance, and a strictly managed diet—was on naked display.
On Marin, the swimsuit would have simply slid off her skinny frame.
She'd be practically nude anyway, scrambling to keep the loose thing from slipping down.
On Eva, that outfit would have been stretched to its bursting point.
Fabric straining and failing to conceal everything, her areola popping out like the head of a nail, soft flesh everywhere the eye could land from all that time rolling around her room.
Which had its own charm—I was quite fond of it, truth be told—but it would never have given the impression that the clothes actually suited her.
Chloe, by contrast, pulled off even this scandalously risqué outfit with effortless composure.
In summary: aside from her height, she was a clothes hanger good enough to model professionally.
"Wear it like this next time too, yeah?"
"Are you insane? You want word getting out that the next head of House Opal is an exhibitionist pervert?"
"Your popularity with the men would skyrocket, at least."
"I don't need the attention of those damn men!"
Chloe pulled a revolted face at my remark.
Truthfully, if Petra hadn't actively thrown her support behind me and Eva getting together, she never would have stooped to anything like this.
"...Anyway, I wore it exactly as you wanted. That settles it, right?"
Bless you, you wonderful wretch. I could weep with gratitude.
Instead of words, I conveyed my emotion through a physiological response.
Twang!
Behold—like a bird chirping for its early-morning congregation, my cock sprang upright, declaring its approval.
"Honestly, you get hard at the drop of a hat like some kind of beast."
"What can I say? It's a natural biological process."
It rises when it sees something lewd. If it didn't, I'd be failing at my duties as a man.
"Don't you dare complain about it. It's not like you're the one who has to deal with it."
"...If I dealt with it for you, I could get one jab in at least, couldn't I?"
"Huh?"
Did I mishear? I was digging a pinky into my ear to check for defects when she brought her face right up close to my cock.
"Convenient that we're already undressed. No need to fumble with any pants."
"You're actually okay with this? I mean, I'm grateful, but..."
"I steeled myself for it already. If I don't do something like this, I can't deceive that conniving witch Kaya."
If we did this here, the inside of the changing room would end up smeared filthy with saliva and the smell of it.
For Chloe, it was the ultimate proof that she and I were close—closer than anyone knew.
Even if those girls learned she was a lesbian, once she'd marked her territory like this and smeared her claim all over it, they'd find it hard to lay a hand on me.
"Ugh, go wash yourself next time. The smell is awful."
"I scrub down clean every single day."
Unfair. Utterly unfair.
A shower a day was the bare minimum, and I lathered soap over every odor-prone region—armpits, cock, the works—two, three times over in the name of hygiene.
This was simply the distinctive scent of my reproductive organs. It was called a pheromone, I tell you!
Should I wear cologne next time, then?
Still, it wasn't as if I could scold the girl who, while making no effort to hide her displeasure, had volunteered to service me so earnestly.
I calmly watched and waited for Chloe's next move.
"Let me make one thing clear—this is only for the week. After that, don't even dream about it. And I'm never having sex with you. Ever."
"Understood, understood, now get to it. If I wait any longer, this side of me will collapse from exhaustion."
"Then... beginning."
After drawing a deep breath and steeling herself for a moment, Chloe hardened her resolve and took my cock into her mouth in one great gulp.
"Hngh!"
Like a diver filling her lungs to capacity before plunging into the water in a single motion.
Her freshly warmed throat swallowed more than half of my meat sword at once, sending my mood soaring.
"Mmph... nnh! Hnnuuh!"
Ah, judging by the way she clutched at her own throat and suffered, she'd tried to swallow the whole thing in one go.
Did she really think she could manage that?
In human terms, it was like downing a rod 0.2 meters long—and accounting for its girth as well, it wouldn't have been strange for her to suffocate on the spot.
"Hhuh... uoh."
Shlorp, shluuck!
Oh ho?
But befitting the next head of House Opal, she suppressed her gag reflex and set to work.
Sucking, nibbling, bobbing her head up and down along my length—she moved on my cock with total devotion.
I'd received my share of blowjobs, but Chloe, true to her nature, stuck scrupulously to the textbook.
Caresses from the oral apparatus—tongue, lips, and the like.
No drawn-out foreplay with her hands wandering my goods; she simply seized me with her mouth and got right to it, passionately.
Shloop!
"Mhmph... chm... tickth?"
Her technique wasn't bad, and while distributing her stimulation evenly across the whole of me, she probed here and there with her teeth, testing.
Then, using the minute tremors of my body as her guide, she located the spots that reacted to even the smallest shock—the prostate, the rounded rim of the glans, places like that.
The way she targeted them so systematically was quintessentially her—attacking weaknesses exactly as the manual prescribed.
Shlck, shlck!
Shlrrp!
"Hhuhe... mmh, yer cockth..."
Not a single lesson I could offer her, honestly.
I was genuinely curious where she'd learned all this.
Had she picked up gossip from around the internet?
No—with a personality like Chloe's, it made far more sense that she'd paid good money for professional lectures.
At any rate, her skill was neither excessive nor lacking. Textbook competent.
If I had to name a flaw, it would be this newly discovered side of her.
"Pwah! Why aren't you coming yet?! It's about time something thick and white came out by now!"
When it came to sex, she was remarkably impatient.
Building me up to release was like constructing a pagoda brick by brick—it demanded time and devotion.
All she had to do was repeat the same method as before and steadily pile it up, and yet here she was, stopping mid-work to spout complaints.
Very well. In this domain, it was only right that I, the seasoned veteran, demonstrate personally.
"Want to finish this quickly? Then allow me to help."
"What are you—mmph?!"
I seized Chloe by the head and yanked her toward me before she had any chance to react.
