Risk Level <4>: Girl
"Hnn... ngh, hnnngh..."
She was leaning her entire body against me now, her head bowed so low that her face was completely hidden from view. Even the shallow thrust of a single finger made her writhe with sweet, broken moans.
"..."
Her movements had slowed to a crawl. All I could feel was the clumsy, delicate grip of her hand sliding weakly up and down my length, giving me nothing but frustratingly vague stimulation. I had been ready to finish the moment any real friction appeared, yet the flat, mechanical pace only made irritation coil tighter in my chest.
The contrast of her slender, feminine fingers was undeniably pleasant, but this half-hearted stroking was pure torture. I couldn't come like this.
Yet she... twitched...! twitched...!
"Hnnngh...! Ngh, haah...? Ah, ah... hnnngh...!"
'Ah... ahh, this is dangerous, I know it's dangerous, but... it feels too good...! It feels so good, so good...!'
Every time I crooked my finger even slightly, she gasped and soaked my palm.
"Feels good, huh? But if you only enjoy yourself, that's not fair."
Squeeze...! Tighten...!
I couldn't see her expression with her head lowered, but when I whispered into her ear she clenched hard around my fingers instead of answering and came on her own.
"Ahaah...!? Ah, hnnngh... ngh...!"
Squirt, squirt...! Squirt...!
She kept gushing, her entrance fluttering nonstop as if she were simply built to be wet. I looked down at her with complicated eyes.
Dark, selfish thoughts I would never have entertained if I were still sane kept rising. Her hand that had been stroking me froze, fingers tightening into a desperate grip, while the hand that had been guiding mine now clung to my arm as if she were drowning.
She was practically hanging off me, trembling through the aftershocks of what seemed to be her first real orgasm.
"...If you come by yourself like that, what am I supposed to do? You always act so composed in front of me, make me admire you... and then you flood my hand just from one finger."
Squeeze...! Tighten...! Twitch, twitch...!
Even while I spoke coldly into her ear, she kept her head down and clenched around my finger as if the words themselves were turning her on.
"Ngh... hnn... wait, just... this is..."
'Why... why is his hand so... good at this... hnn...'
"...Don't make excuses. If you've had your fun, it's my turn."
Schlick, pop...!
When I finally pulled my fingers out, her insides clung so greedily that a vulgar wet sound echoed through the room, feeding the fire already burning in my head.
Just imagining what would happen if I put something much thicker than my fingers inside that hole made my thighs tense.
"Ah... ah... hnn,"
She fluttered around the empty space my fingers left behind, but I simply slid my arm around her opposite shoulder and pulled her toward me.
It was a forceful motion I wouldn't have dared without the overwhelming urge to finish, yet she came along willingly and wrapped both hands around my burning shaft.
"...Make me come once and I'll take my time sending you over as many times as you want. So try a little harder."
The moment the words left my lips against the crown of her head, her reaction was immediate. Her shoulders trembled and her grip firmed, finally giving me the stimulation I needed.
If she had shown even the slightest dislike for my rough tone, I would have stopped and simply enjoyed her service. But I had a reason for pushing her like this.
Stroke... stroke... stroke... stroke...
"...Ngh, hnn..."
'He's not just speaking casually anymore... he's practically ordering me around... treating me like an easy woman who'll come from a few words and one finger...'
Stroke... stroke... stroke... stroke...
"...Haa... hnn... ngh..."
'But... why does this feel so thrilling? At this rate I'll really look like a pathetic pervert who gets off on being insulted...'
"...Good. Just like that... yeah. You're doing well."
"Mm..."
'Am I... happy? Happy because he praised me? Me...?'
"Your hands are small... and the manicured nails feel nice every time they brush me."
"Haa... haa, yeah... I'm glad..."
'Why is he doing this...? Why is he suddenly acting exactly like my type... huh...?'
Press...!
"?!"
"...You said you'd get more excited this way."
I moved the hand on her shoulder to the back of her head and pushed down. She resisted a little, but my strength was nothing she couldn't overcome. It was only token resistance, the last shred of pride.
"I did say that, but... hnn..."
'Haa... haa... so close... I can see the veins pulsing... and the way it's twitching at the base like it's about to burst... everything...'
Her head was forced low enough that my angry, swollen cock was right in front of her face, being stroked by her own hands.
"...Huu... uwa..."
'This thick, stuffy smell... it's not a good smell, but the more I breathe it in, the more my head goes blank... gulp... my body... is getting hot... like I'm getting addicted...'
I had lost all brakes. I kept pushing further, harder. I didn't want to blame anyone else for the arrogant things I would surely regret tomorrow, but the biggest reason was that I could hear every single one of her honest, vulgar thoughts.
"Ah... now, huu... soon... hnn..."
She was completely caught up in the mood, stroking me with real effort. A ragged sigh escaped me as the long-awaited release finally approached.
"Huu... ngh, hnn..."
'It suddenly got even harder... and much hotter than when I first grabbed it... he's going to come, right...?'
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke!
She sensed it too and sped up without being told, using both hands to milk me toward my first climax. The hot, rough breaths she exhaled right against the tip only made it worse.
"Now... ngh...!"
"Ah...?"
'Clear fluid... keeps leaking like it's in pain... now... really soon...'
"Kgh... ugh...!"
Spurt...! Splurt...! Spurt, spurt...!
With her vivid commentary ringing in my ears, I finally lost control. Thick ropes of semen erupted while my cock was still trapped in her hands.
...I had completely forgotten that I was still forcing her head down.
"Hyat...? Ah, ah... ngh...?"
Spurt...! Splurt...! Spurt, spurt...! Drip... drip... drip...
The overwhelming pleasure whitened my vision. My hand had unconsciously pressed her head firmly against me.
"...Ah, hyah, ngh..."
'Ah... every time it twitches roughly in my hand... it's pouring out... this is... a man's...'
Spurt, spurt, spurt... spurt...! Drip...! ...Drip...!
"...Hyaah..."
'Semen... hitting my face... so much... hot... sticky... and the smell... so strong...'
"...Ah?"
Only after hearing her thoughts did I realize what I'd done. I jerked my hand away from her head, but she didn't lift it even after I finished.
Twitch, twitch... spurt... pulse... pulse...
"..."
"...Yerin-ssi...?"
"..."
"...Hah."
When she finally raised her head in silence, her face was a mess. Because of the pheromones, my release had been several times larger than usual, and it was my first climax after holding back for so long.
"..."
Thick, sticky strands of semen clung to her face, still steaming.
"...Ptoo, bleh..."
'The taste... isn't as good as I thought...'
Twitch...!
My cock, still held in her hand, gave another heavy throb at the sight of her spitting out the cloudy fluid that had gotten into her mouth.
"Hey, Yerin-ssi...?"
I had known this would happen. I had hoped it wouldn't, but the moment the satisfying release ended, memories of how I had treated her like a brute came flooding back with my sanity. My back straightened and my body went rigid.
Heat still lingered in my limbs, but it was nothing like the mindless lust from seconds ago.
"...I'm sorry."
It probably meant nothing, but it was the only thing I could say. I lowered my head.
Instead of responding, she unhooked her bra herself—the one she had left on even after removing her panties.
Pop. Rustle... rustle... drip, pop... drip... drip...
She covered her chest with one arm and used the bra in her other hand to wipe the semen from her face. Even while wiping, thick clumps kept falling to the floor.
"..."
After cleaning most of it, she stared blankly at the orange bra now soaked in semen and reeking of the strong smell, then dropped it to the floor and looked up at me.
Twitch...
My cock was still hard and twitching in her hand, shamelessly ready for more.
Yet contrary to my expectation of a cold voice, her face—flushed with both embarrassment and lingering arousal—simply looked up at me obediently.
"...Did it... feel good...?"
Those were her first words.
"...Yes. Of course... it felt amazing."
I had switched back to polite speech without realizing it, hoping she might have been too dazed to remember my earlier crude words. Of course, she hadn't forgotten.
But her reaction was different from what I expected.
"...Speak casually again... like before. I don't mind."
"...Yeah."
"You're still this hard... so you'll probably need to let it out two or three more times before it calms down, right?"
"Probably..."
The way she said "let it out" was oddly considerate. The conversation between us was painfully awkward, but...
"..."
Still, I realized something new. Her usually sharp, aloof eyes could look this gentle depending on her expression and gaze. It was almost the face of a completely conquered female waiting for the next round—embarrassingly specific, but if such a face existed, it would look exactly like hers.
Press...!
"...!"
While I was laughing hollowly inside at the situation, a familiar yet insufficiently soft sensation pressed against my side. I looked down in surprise.
She had snuggled up against me again, this time completely naked, pressing her modest bare chest against me despite her obvious embarrassment.
Her eyes were soft and sparkling with shyness, yet still streaked with my semen. A wicked urge to press her down even harder rose inside me.
"...Let's keep going. Is that okay?"
"I'm fine with it..."
"I... I'm fine too. And, um..."
'Ugh... is it really okay to say this...?'
She looked at me with an even deeper blush and kept glancing away. There was no point hesitating now, but she seemed genuinely embarrassed.
"?"
"That... hnn... you can keep doing whatever you want... like before..."
"..??"
"...Don't worry about me... just do what you want. Except kissing and... sex. I'll allow everything else tonight..."
Her honest, stammered request only confirmed that I had awakened some hidden kink in her. It also made the sticky lust that hadn't disappeared after one climax start boiling again.
"...Ngh,"
'I said it... I said it... what do I do now...'
Squelch...!
"...Hyah...? Hnnngh...?"
The arm I had wrapped around her to pull her closer slid down like a snake between her breasts. I extended my middle finger and thrust it straight into her dripping hole.
She was so wet from earlier that even two fingers met resistance at the entrance.
"Hnnngh... ngh, hng, wait a sec..."
She was tighter than I expected. So tight that I wondered if she had always been this narrow at the entrance.
"...No more... no deeper..."
I wasn't that experienced, but her reaction made everything clear.
This resistance at my fingertips... could it be...
"You..."
"..."
"...You're a virgin, yet you suggested we help each other masturbate? What were you thinking...?"
"Hnn... hyah..."
I hadn't meant to scold her. I genuinely wanted to know what she had been thinking, but she only moaned louder, as if those words were exactly what she wanted to hear, and sucked my fingers deeper.
"Ha..."
I couldn't help but admire how endlessly wet she was. While thinking how impressive she was in many ways, I honestly placed my hand over the back of hers that was still holding my cock.
"...I really don't know anymore."