Little Devil and Wild Horse (5)
Little Devil and Wild Horse (5)
"Oh, it's been a while... Nunim."
Tir awkwardly bowed his head with an embarrassed expression.
Surprise outweighed any sense of joy.
After how we'd parted ways, I thought I'd never see him again.
"I really didn't expect you to come."
"...It's embarrassing, but I've done a lot of reflecting since then."
"Reflecting?"
I tilted my head in confusion.
There was nothing Tir needed to apologize to me for.
Our circumstances simply hadn't matched.
His reaction back then had been perfectly ordinary.
"That day... I just kept my mouth shut without saying anything. I thought I must have hurt Nunim..."
"It did bother me a little. But I'm not the type to get depressed over something like that."
It would be a lie to say it didn't upset me at all. There had been a bitter taste in my mouth.
But I'm not so fragile as to be wounded by something like that.
"You don't need to apologize, Tir. It's something I have to endure."
If we're assigning blame, most of it lies with me.
A sex worker like me had no right to expect normal human relationships.
That was just greedy wishful thinking.
"Prostitution is looked down upon everywhere. Those mercenaries' reactions were typical. Even if you'd treated me that way, I'd have been fine."
Scorn, mockery, dirty looks and laughter.
The stigma of being a whore clings like a label that nothing can conceal.
No matter how strong I become, that reality won't change.
Now that rumors about me have spread through the city, there's no going back.
Maintaining emotional connections with others while bearing this lowly status was nearly impossible.
Unless they were fellow professionals like Anethsa or exceptionally mature individuals like Daygan.
"That's not true. I understand you, Nunim."
"...What exactly do you understand?"
"At first I was too confused. But I realized there was no reason to act that way."
His unexpected words made me blink.
He didn't seem to be making this up.
Tir met my gaze with a serious expression.
"There are all kinds of people in the world, right? Whether it's working as mercenaries for money or... doing what Nunim does. Everyone's just trying to make a living."
"So?"
"Honestly, I don't see much difference. Why should Nunim alone be treated so harshly?"
Tir's voice gradually rose in volume.
Seeing him get worked up as if this were his own problem now struck me as oddly endearing.
"If anything, mercenaries who take lives for a few coins should be looked down on more!"
"Tir. You're a mercenary too."
"The way they act all high and mighty while treating Nunim like that—the more I thought about it, the angrier I got!"
"...I see. You were really upset."
It seemed best not to mention that I'd slept with one of those mercenaries.
Or that we'd even sparred amicably.
Still, his opinion aligned somewhat with mine.
Selling warmth and smiles seemed better than selling blood and violence.
Not that either occupation could escape moral condemnation.
"Hmm. So you came here to comfort me?"
"Uh, well..."
Tir's face turned red as he hung his head.
Despite his words, he seemed embarrassed about coming here of his own accord.
"Tir. Thank you for saying such kind things."
Expressing my gratitude, I pulled him into an embrace.
My soft breasts pressed against his firm chest.
The way his body stiffened suggested he still had no experience with women other than me.
Still holding him, my hands wandered downward to undo his belt.
Kneeling, I pulled down both his pants and underwear in one motion.
His already hardened member sprang up proudly.
"Hahk. N-Nunim!"
"Why so surprised? Isn't this why you came?"
Having made our peace—of sorts—there was no need to hold back.
I brought my face closer to his healthy lower body.
The warmth radiating from him carried a distinctly masculine scent.
"Haa..."
The proper thing would be to wipe him down with a towel, but I didn't feel like it.
Tir was relatively hygienic anyway, and a bit of natural musk could actually heighten the excitement.
Saliva pooled in my mouth until I couldn't hold back anymore.
Gripping Tir's thighs with both hands, I took his shaft into my mouth.
A slightly salty taste with a rich, musky aroma.
The thick pillar filled my narrow oral cavity completely.
A shiver ran through me from the sheer satisfaction.
"Nunim! W-wait, please wait!"
Just as I was about to begin, Tir urgently called me off.
He fumbled awkwardly, clearly at a loss for what to do.
He could have just pushed my head down, but Tir still treated me with such care.
"What's wrong? Don't you like this?"
I wiped the drool from my lips with my thumb and looked up at him.
There's no way he wouldn't like it.
Some customers specifically requested only oral sex.
"It's not that, I... don't have much money..."
"Don't worry about it. Just don't finish too soon."
Not to boast, but I had the skills to control a man's climax.
With other customers, I might have sucked a few times before moving to the main event, but with Tir, I didn't mind bringing him right to the edge.
"This is precious time that could earn silver coins. Can't let your hands stay idle."
I guided his fidgeting hands to my breasts.
His palms eagerly began kneading them.
My nipples, stimulated by his calloused hands, swelled further from the friction.
I took his glistening member back into my mouth.
Using my palate to press against the shaft while my tongue swirled around the tip teasingly.
"Uuuhh..."
Tir let out girlish moans as his body twitched repeatedly.
Come to think of it, this was probably his first time experiencing oral.
Once he gets used to me, no other woman will satisfy him.
I'd set his threshold too high from the very beginning.
This thought made me want to torment him even more.
To addict him completely, so he could never forget me even if he took other women to bed.
"Hup. Uhhng..."
Despite these brazen thoughts, I wasn't exactly in control either.
Moans kept slipping out, drool dripping down my chin.
Tir's hands never stopped playing with my nipples.
His touch—alternating between gentle strokes and firm squeezes—sent waves of pleasure through me.
For someone who'd been a virgin until recently, he had a natural talent for foreplay.
His tantalizing movements were bringing me close to climax too.
It would hurt my pride to finish first after taking the lead.
While massaging his balls with one hand, I increased the suction in my mouth.
"N-Nunim! I...!"
The intensified stimulation made Tir react immediately.
Having sensed his impending release, I relaxed my mouth and stopped my tongue.
The throbbing shaft in my mouth lost momentum as the stimulation ceased.
Only a few drops of thin fluid emerged before it subsided slightly.
I pulled back and playfully licked the tip.
The gathered droplet disappeared onto my tongue.
True to its sensitivity, he shuddered and let out a heated moan.
"Uuhh..."
Yet Tir still looked visibly frustrated.
Stopped right before climax, he must have been unbearably worked up.
His flushed face struck me as oddly cute.
Though I wanted to tease him more, it was time for the main event.
"No need to feel disappointed. There's more to come."
I completely removed my negligee and placed it on the table.
Taking my cue, Tir hastily kicked off his pants around his ankles.
Now naked, we locked eyes briefly.
Naturally, I had to take the lead again.
Pulling his arm, I sat on the bed.
Tir climbed onto the bed with awkward movements.
His eyes hungrily roamed my exposed body.
Enjoying his lustful gaze, I slowly spread my legs.
"Tir, look here for me?"
A hairless, glistening white slit.
My shyly revealed entrance was excessively wet.
Enough to soak through the bedsheets.
"You're the one who made me like this."
The most honest expression a woman's body can show.
This lewd flood was proof of my arousal for the man before me.
"So you'll take responsibility, right?"
I almost heard the sound of Tir's rationality snapping.
He leaned forward abruptly, grabbing my wrists and pushing me down.
As I was laid back on the bed, my legs instinctively lifted.
I was just as eager to be taken as he was to take me.
Tir pressed close, using both thumbs to spread my soaked folds.
The exposed pink hole received his intense scrutiny.
Having him stare so directly at my most intimate place made me shy despite our familiarity.
I turned my head aside to avoid meeting his eyes.
"You're beautiful, Nunim."
"...I get it, just put it in already?"
"I can't hold back either. Then..."
His member began slowly pushing into my entrance.
Soon, the sensation of being completely filled made my legs tremble.
"Hhhuht, Haaahng...!"
Like a key turning in a lock, my body opened to Tir's pleasure.
Lost in ecstasy with toes curled, I barely managed to regain my senses.
How embarrassing to climax just from insertion.
My ears burned with shame, though Tir wasn't faring much better.
Having buried himself deep inside, Tir collapsed against me.
Every fold of my pussy tightly gripped his shaft.
The vaginal tightness alone could have made him climax immediately.
It wasn't conscious—my walls naturally clung to him.
This reaction came specifically because it was Tir.
As I'd noticed before, we were physically very compatible.
"N-Nunim..."
Having endured one wave, he lifted his head to look at me.
His face was dazed with passion.
Tir reached out and took both my hands.
I expected him to grope my breasts, but he interlaced our fingers instead—making us look like lovers.
After debating whether to pull away, I ultimately accepted it.
Holding hands like this gave me a comforting sense of sharing warmth.
Though I'd never felt affection for a man before, this ticklish sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant.
"Keep going, Tir. Hahht...!"
Overcoming my clinging walls, he began moving his hips.
Our bodies tangled heatedly as sweat mixed stickily.
Ragged breaths filled each other's ears while frothy juices bubbled at our joined sexes.
Tir rubbed his nose against my neck, deeply inhaling my feminine scent.
I wrapped my arms around his broad back, surrendering completely to him.
Each withdrawal brought regret, only for pleasure to crash over me as he thrust back in.
"Nunim! I can't... anymore...!"
Perfect timing—I'd already climaxed multiple times, my mind melting away.
That he'd endured this vaginal tightness I couldn't even control for so many minutes—Tir had done well.
"Hoo, Nunim...!"
Tir's seed poured into me, reaching past my cervix.
Normally I'd have used recovery to erase it, but now I wanted to savor this sensation.
His spent member slipped out, followed by streams of white fluid.
As the sticky semen trickled past my sweaty anus, delayed aftershocks wracked my body.
"Hhuht, Haaaahng!"
Squirting violently like a burst dam—I couldn't resist.
Only after several gushes did the tremors in my legs subside.
Complete exhaustion took over.
My eyes unfocused, tongue lolling out before I hastily composed myself.
Lost in the pleasure, I'd momentarily forgotten I wasn't alone on the bed.
"......"
Tir was staring at me awkwardly, mouth slightly agape.
Apparently some of my fluids had splashed onto him too.
I immediately covered my burning face with both hands.
It would be one thing if we'd lost control together, but showing such disgrace alone was mortifying.
"I-I wet the bed a lot as a kid too."
"...What a comforting thought."
I wanted to argue this was different from urination, but kept my mouth shut.
Any protest would only deepen my embarrassment...