Daily Life
I wasn't even sure when my panties had gotten this wet. It might have been right after I boarded the subway, or when I'd felt people's eyes on me out on the street—or maybe it had started the moment I put on the skirt.
What mattered wasn't the when, but the why. Why on earth had so much of my juices been secreted? No matter how hard I thought about it, nothing sexually exciting had happened—not even a little.
Of course, I'd indulged in a few rather extreme fantasies on the subway… but admitting those had turned me on made me feel like too much of a pervert, and I hated that.
In the end, my conclusion was simply that I didn't know. It felt like I almost knew, but I decided I didn't. That was easier on the heart, so I settled on thinking of it that way.
Having reached that provisional conclusion, I let out a deep sigh and started stripping off the rest of my clothes. No more complicated thoughts. I just wanted to shower quickly and go to sleep.
I neatly folded the clothes I'd removed and set them down in front of the bathroom. Then, suddenly, a medicine bottle sitting on the nightstand by the bed caught my eye.
Ah, right.
Only then did I remember the conversation I'd had with the teacher earlier. He'd told me to take the medicine once I got back to my room. Said it was good for bringing down a fever.
Truth was, I didn't have a fever at all—I'd never even run one—but since the teacher had told me to take it, I should. Strangely, I always found myself wanting to follow whatever he said, and refusing him was hard.
Just as I was about to take out a pill and swallow it, a sudden throbbing pain started buzzing around my temples, and a headache set in.
"Ugh…"
I clutched at the painful spot and staggered, ending up spilling the medicine bottle I was holding.
The spilled pills rolled into every crevice and made a mess of the floor. Looking at the ruined floor, I swallowed a dry breath in dizzy dismay. I barely managed to hold back the scream that tried to escape.
"Ha, shit…"
A curse slipped out on its own.
Of all times for a headache to hit.
I'd thought things had been okay lately—why was it acting up again?
Come to think of it, these headaches always seemed to come whenever something involved Teacher Yohan. How to put it… not just a simple headache, but more like a kind of warning.
Maybe this, too, was a form of the Intuition this body possessed. Like it was sending a stern warning because its owner wouldn't properly listen to gentle words. I felt that instinctively.
From my perspective, it was nothing but a headache—literally. There's not even the slightest reason for the teacher to do anything bad to me, so I couldn't understand why it kept sending these useless warnings.
Normally my Intuition was so sharp it was almost like precognition, yet when it came to anything involving the teacher, its performance plummeted to a pathetic zero. I couldn't figure it out.
I swallowed a sigh and picked up the fallen medicine bottle. Checking inside, I was relieved to see about half still remaining. It was just a shame that the other half had spilled all over the floor, scattering into every corner.
Holding back my frustration, I took out one of the remaining pills and swallowed it. Before long a cool, refreshing sensation washed over me, and my head felt suddenly clear—whoosh.
"Mmm…"
It really was effective. The headache vanished quickly, too.
The sudden headache earlier must have been because I'd been too lazy to take the medicine for a while. From now on, I'd have to make sure to take it regularly without forgetting.
But separate from the headache disappearing, starting right after I took the medicine, I began to feel my body slowly heating up.
These days my body would heat up every night, so it wasn't particularly strange. It just felt a little coincidental that the strange feeling started right after taking the pill.
"Haa…"
Breathing out little sighs mixed with heat, I headed for the bathroom.
Having experienced this phenomenon several times already, I'd grown used to it. I now knew that rather than denying it and holding back, it was more comfortable to just masturbate quickly and relieve the sexual desire. And of course, I also knew that doing it in the bathroom was easier to clean up than on the bed.
Getting used to this sort of thing was a little embarrassing and left a bitter taste, but what could I do? If I knew, I had to do it.
The moment I entered the bathroom, I dragged over the bathroom stool, squatted on it, and picked up the showerhead.
The instant I turned the faucet, a strong jet of water sprayed out with a whoosh—
Just imagining what was about to happen next made my body tremble once, even though no stimulation had come yet.
I forced the trembling to settle and pressed the showerhead against my pussy.
Whoosh—
"Eut, haa-uuuh…"
When the warm stream of water hit my half-exposed clitoris, a faint sigh escaped. The gentle stream of water tapped my clit softly at a steady strength and interval—tap, tap. The feeling of my head melting into a languid haze came quickly.
With the subtle pleasure rising, my ass clenched and unclenched a few times.
I let the strength drain from my body and slowly accepted the pleasure.
It feels good…
All the uncomfortable, irritating things quickly vanished from my mind. Before long I was completely focused on masturbating. From my mouth, hanging open in a dazed sort of admiration, saliva dripped down drop by drop.
"Eut, ha-uut, eut, ah, ah…"
The drool that had spilled wet the valley between my breasts and tickled its way down to my lower belly.
It started feeling better and better.
I began thinking I wanted to stop with this lukewarm stuff and touch my body directly.
There was no reason to put off what I'd thought of. I immediately shut off the faucet and brought my hand to my pussy.
I gently stroked the plump mound, teasing myself, then without delay slipped one finger inside.
Squish…
"Ah-hak…!"
My lower back felt like it floated up in an instant, and my chin tilted slightly upward. Frozen in the posture with my hand inside my pussy, I wrapped my other arm around myself and trembled my shoulders several times.
Suddenly, the fantasies I'd had on the subway started coming back.
Unable to do this or that, unable even to identify the culprit in the crowd, having my body thoroughly fondled and teased—that kind of situation. Imagining that kind of irresistible scenario.
For instance, what if the one touching my pussy right now wasn't my own hand, but someone else's?
Just imagining it felt unpleasant, but—
"Nngh, heu-uut…!"
—on the other hand, moans I couldn't hold back kept slipping out.
Recalling the immoral fantasy made goosebumps prickle along my arms. My back arched tight as if with a chill, drawing a smooth curve.
Even I was so confused I couldn't understand why I was like this.
And yet the perverted fantasies wouldn't stop, which only deepened my self-loathing. That self-loathing stoked the sense of depravity, and the depravity sent the fantasies into overdrive again. It was a vicious cycle.
Squeeze♡
I could feel my vaginal walls clamping hard around my finger. I was so aroused it felt like the joints of my finger might snap.
I squelched my pussy a few more times, then pulled my finger out.
Next, I neatly pushed the stool I'd been sitting on back, then lay face-down on the floor. My breasts flattened against the floor, the cold sensation pressing against my nipples. Trembling my shoulders, I raised my ass high.
It was a posture I'd taken a few times before in the bathroom. The difference was that previously it had formed when I'd collapsed onto the floor mid-intense masturbation, whereas this time I'd assumed the position myself.
It was humiliating and unsettling, but in inverse proportion, my arousal soared without limit. Every time I saw my lewd reflection in the bathroom mirror, my pelvis squirmed with a frustrated, aching feeling.
Well… it's fine, right? It's not like anyone's watching. It's just something I'm doing alone to get satisfaction. It's not like I want to do this outside—I just feel better masturbating this way. I don't really know, but maybe other girls have all tried this much at least…
Having finished rationalizing and preparing myself, I rode the momentum and tried even more humiliating, shameful things. I stretched my hand back and slapped my own ass.
"Ang! Ha-eut…!"
Pain came together with a springy satisfaction that filled my palm. Being a physical-enhancement type, even in this awkward posture the hand-feel was quite spicy.
Really, just hypothetically. What if the one who'd just slapped my ass wasn't my hand, but someone else's?
Would it have felt even better then…? Or would I have only felt repulsion and unpleasantness?
Without experiencing it directly, the truth couldn't be known. And since I had no intention of letting anyone else slap my ass, it was a truth I'd probably never know.
But one thing was certain: the moment I made that assumption, my lower belly throbbed and my excitement doubled.
I hated to admit it, but this body clearly possessed a thoroughly masochistic sexual disposition.
I bit my lip hard and glared at the Eileen in the mirror.
What a hopelessly perverted body.
"Irritating…"
Really, so irritating.