Graduation
Does this even make sense?
It went beyond mere curiosity into pure wonder.
A plump, pure-white fox tail swayed gently as it covered her pussy. How could something plugged into her anus move so freely, so fluidly?
Magic.
Jini had waved it off as magic, of course, but common sense refused to paint a picture of nerves running all the way from the anus into a tail. The ears rising from her scalp were no different.
I stretched out a hand and firmly gripped that snow-white tail.
“Hnnk…”
“What? Can you feel it?”
Yu-ra’s face flushed deep crimson as a moan escaped her.
The tail felt alive with sensation… and its soft texture was dangerously addictive. I stroked slowly from the tip downward. The white fluff gradually curled around my left arm.
“Yes… it’s sensitive. Like… someone is touching the softest part of me, the way a kiss would feel.”
“Huh?”
For a second I wondered what that sensation might be like, then immediately banished the thought. I always had to remember: the Constellation seemed to have… peculiar tastes. Having my woman wear something like this and cling to me was fine. Me wearing it? Absolutely not.
A horrifying mental image. I stared at Yu-ra’s face and tried to shake it off.
While I stroked the entire length of the tail, no flood of juices spilled out. It seemed the reaction stopped at mere sensitivity.
“And your ass? How does that feel?”
“Huh?… Nothing at all… When you first put it in there was this strange sensation, but now there’s nothing. Just the foreign feeling of something being there.”
Hmm… so it’s not a sexual toy?
It looked more like a prop meant purely to make her appear animal-like. I applied force and pulled it free. She briefly frowned. With a soft pop, her anus fluttered open.
And she still can’t feel anything?
“Now?”
She tilted her head, round face filling with confusion—then flushed again.
“Th-that… it felt a little like I was taking a dump. Nothing else, though.”
“Hmm… so even this reduces pain?… Okay.”
I set the tail that had been coiled around my arm aside, then took hold of her ears and gave a light tug. The moment I gripped them she shuddered, yet when the headband detached she seemed to feel nothing at all.
“It just feels like taking off a headband. When Master grabbed the ears I got that sensitive reaction, but…”
So not for sex. Purely ornamental…
“Hmm… the tail gets in the way during sex, so when you take the mating pose I’ll remove it. Understood?”
“Th-yes.”
If the ears on the headband could transmit hearing through the scalp, the tail could just as easily have been made to attach to the coccyx. That was a shame. It meant I couldn’t taste her ass while it was in.
Under normal circumstances, a moving tail or twitching ears creates severe cognitive dissonance for outside observers. Even the headband will remain fully visible whenever anyone outside Kim Ian’s harem is present. After a certain trigger event occurs, the tail will become attachable and detachable from the coccyx according to Kim Ian’s will.
Right… and that “certain trigger” is two years from now? Five? The alien incident, I bet?
…Think whatever you like. That is all.
Just in case, I loaded fresh tapes into both cameras and hit record. Then I slipped the headband back onto Yu-ra. This time it did not vanish; the doll-like ears simply stood upright. The texture was similar, yet there was no tremor, no warmth—nothing living.
“How about now?”
“Huh?… I don’t feel anything.”
I snorted a quiet laugh, removed the headband again, set it beside the tail, and approached her. Even without the fox ears and tail, Yu-ra’s body was already thoroughly lewd. Her natural, pure-white pussy glistened with overflowing juices. Above it, on the soft pink of her lower abdomen, the initials KYA’S were tattooed. And at her navel, her clit, and both nipples, sparkling blue jewels glinted.
“You still like this even after ending up like this?”
“Yes… I like it. You won’t throw me away, right? I have nowhere else to go now except Master.”
“I won’t throw you away. Don’t worry.”
I stroked the crotch tattoo while she gazed up at me anxiously, then touched her cheek. Baby fat still lingered; her cheeks remained plump. The urge to stretch them struck, so I did—they pulled elastically, springy and soft.
“Yes…”
I lowered my face and pressed my lips to hers. Her eyes flew open in surprise, then her pupils trembled and her whole body flushed hot. Tears spilled down.
Chup…
I lightly licked her clumsy, hesitant tongue, then pulled away. The way she gasped for breath was unbearably cute.
“Haa…”
I gathered her up, lifted her, and settled her on my thighs.
“Why are you crying, Yu-ra?”
“Hic… I never thought this day would actually come.”
I stroked her soft back, soothing her. She suddenly threw her arms around me and wrapped her legs around my waist—boldly. I had never realized she liked me this much. Maybe I was simply dense, but if she had confessed when A-jeong left for overseas, perhaps things would have turned out differently. Of course, after around June of senior year I barely attended school, so we might have drifted apart anyway.
“Should we just leave it at this for today?”
I meant it. Like with Kwon Su-jeong, simply holding her felt fine. I caressed her gently. She lifted her head from my shoulder and shook it hard.
“Master. Please treat me like a fleshlight. I’m fine with that. Just let me stay by your side forever as Master’s personal bitch.”
“Are you truly satisfied? Last chance to answer. The tattoo can be removed…”
“Yes… I’m satisfied. And as a wife, the competition next to Master is fierce… so I’ll aim for number-one bitch. Forever…”
Hye-yun, A-jeong… Ji-yu’s faces flickered through my mind. I tried not to show it, but perhaps Yu-ra’s choice was the wiser one. She was cute, yet overall her looks lagged a step or two behind.
“Alright. Pora. You’re my exclusive pet fox, so you can come and go from my room as you please. Just don’t wear a collar…”
With the tail attached she was pet-fox Yu-ra; then there was pet-cat (tiger, really) Na-yeon, and pet-dog Poppy… I decided the three of them would always stay close so I could spoil them.
“Huh? Really? Even into Master’s bedroom?”
“Yeah. Climb onto the bed too. Even when I’m having sex with other women, it’s fine. Though you’ll get scolded… you know that, right?”
“Yes. I mustn’t show sexual desire like a pet, right? What then?”
“Exactly.”
I stroked her hair. Of course if she barged in during sex I would scold her the way one scolds pets and chase her out of the room.
I laid her on the bed. Sensing what was coming, Yu-ra squeezed her eyes shut. I chuckled, kissed her forehead, then stroked my cock until it hardened. I pulled back a little, parted her folds with the head, found her entrance, then cupped both her cheeks and looked down at her.
“Our Pora… there’s no going back now. You know that?”
“Yes…”
A sweet scent rose with her breath. Her whole body had gone rigid with tension; her trembling outer lips kept brushing the head of my cock. Soon those outer and inner lips clamped down, pressure building. The deeper I pushed into that damp cave, the tighter the squeeze became.
“Ha… hng… it’s so full.”
“Yeah.”
Her closed eyes curved; her lips parted and her head rocked. Her breasts, pressed against my chest, swelled with every breath. Then came a soft slick sensation as the head buried itself completely. The wet feel of juices and the virgin tightness milking me.
“Hnnngh!!! Master, like a fleshlight…”
“No. The first insertion goes slow…”
She kept saying “fleshlight, fleshlight,” yet the smile she gave at my words suddenly made her seem pitiful. What had driven her to claim the role of bitch so eagerly? Perverted tendencies? Rock-bottom self-esteem?
The thought was brief. Her hymen caught on the head. From the tip of the slowly advancing cock came a faint tearing sensation; Yu-ra flinched. After that there was only the feeling of her elastic walls being forced wide open.
Sssuuk
“Haaang!!! Hahk… this feeling will get weaker too, right?”
“Yeah. The more your pussy molds to my size, the weaker that insertion sensation will become. But the pleasure of orgasm stays about the same, so don’t worry.”
“Yes…”
That was the downside of the pain-to-pleasure conversion. Once a woman grew used to the size, the cheat-like effect of feeling it from the very first thrust faded. Fortunately the climax pleasure itself remained equal.
Before long the head reached the end of her passage and began probing for hidden space, then ruthlessly forced that space open as well. Stronger pressure met the tip; I felt her entire body shudder violently, then another soft slick.
“Haaang!!!”
Her cute face was transforming into something lewd. That pure-white complexion had already flushed as red as it could go; sweat-soaked strands of hair stuck to her forehead and did not move even when she shook her head. Her nose wrinkled. Her mouth hung slightly open. Her pupils were slowly losing focus.
“Spinning… I want to know what Spinning feels like.”
She must have heard the term from someone and was now demanding it. I gripped the thighs wrapped around my waist, pulled her torso flush against me, and straightened my upper body. I stroked her muscle-less calves, then took hold of her dainty little feet. Her calves rose at a right angle to the bed. She hugged her own knees against her armpits with her arms. Using her small feet as handles for leverage, I pushed a little deeper into the raised pussy and began slowly rotating my hips.
Chiguk… chijijik
I could not tell where that tearing sensation originated. My only guess was that her pussy was being ripped and healed in real time. And I did not dislike the feeling… because whenever that crackling sensation hit, the women always screamed exactly like this.
“Hwaaaaang!!! This is Spinning!!!!”
Yu-ra lifted her head once to look at the place we were joined, then squeezed her eyes shut again and thrashed her head. Chigeudeok chigeudeok. Her body jerked and convulsed in time with the steadily accelerating rotation. The decibels of her screams climbed higher and higher. When I reversed direction she screamed as if discovering something brand new. Spinning truly was a broken skill.
After roughly ten full circles each way, Yu-ra’s pussy began to flutter and clamp down hard. The volume of her screams dropped, yet her voice was now thick with raw coquetry that brushed against my ears.
“Hnnngh!!! Hwaang!!! Aaaang!!!!”
Climax building.
Semen scraped along my urethra and then surged fiercely into her depths.
Acquired Swimming Stage 7 trait from Lee Yu-ra.
Swimming → 5
Huh? Swimming?
Why were there so many women in this world who didn’t even know their own talents?
I snorted a quiet laugh and waited for the ejaculation to finish.