Side Story: Training Arc - Hoaran's Perspective (4)
"Haa... haa..."
After ushering Hanjo into the cabin and hurrying to the lakeside on legs that felt like moonlight, Hoaran collapsed onto the grass in a heap.
Again.
The heat that she had barely soothed last night through her own desperate efforts was igniting once more.
There were no more excuses to make.
She had to admit it.
Her body was in heat for Hanjo.
Even if her mind denied it, her body was unmistakably aroused by that man named Hanjo. She had to face that truth.
"Haa... mm... haaah♡"
She clutched Hanjo's underwear—the one she'd meant to return to him but never found the words for—and brought it to her nose once more.
A sweet scent.
Even after two days, it hadn't faded. No, it seemed even richer now. The aroma wafting from Hanjo's underwear seeped into every corner of her body, and as if it had been waiting, the heat surged stronger than ever.
But at the same time, a wave of satisfaction spread through her, making Hoaran tremble.
Just from the massage he'd given her, claiming her condition looked poor—her heat had flared at his touch. And now, burying her nose in his underwear, inhaling his scent to quell it... a rush of depravity welled up inside her.
But there was no helping it.
It was a poor excuse, but without Hanjo's scent, no amount of self-soothing could bring her to release anymore.
It wasn't that toying with her own body brought no pleasure.
She simply couldn't reach climax.
In the end, to quell her heat, she had to climax repeatedly anyway—so it amounted to the same thing.
"Mmng...♡"
Leaning against a tree, she hiked up her skirt. Just like last night, her underwear was soaked through, her pussy visible beneath the damp fabric.
She pushed the underwear aside and wet her fingers with the slick nectar flowing from her folds.
Without a moment's hesitation, she thrust them inside.
Squelch♡
"Hnnnng...♡"
In just one night.
Her pussy, which had barely taken a single finger before, now easily swallowed her index and middle fingers together.
Squeeze♡
The sensation of her pussy clamping down on her intruding fingers, the pleasure rippling through her in tandem—Hoaran gasped and murmured.
"Ah♡ Th-this one's body... ah♡ To think it would become... so lewd... hnnah♡"
Muttering those words, she surrendered to the pleasure she'd already discovered from fingering her own pussy. Her hand moved busily, tormenting her folds without cease.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch♡
"Eut♡ Mmngut♡ Hnngut...♡ Ah...♡ Hnnah...♡"
With every thrust of her fingers, overflowing nectar sprayed in all directions.
Not just her underwear—the ground around where she sat was drenched in her juices.
On any other day, during a normal heat, shame at her own behavior would have stopped her cold.
But not now.
Having learned this pleasure from her own fingers, she couldn't stop midway. It was impossible.
"Ah♡ Eut...♡ Haaah♡ Aaaah...♡"
One hand still clutched Hanjo's underwear, inhaling deeply, while the other relentlessly plunged into her pussy like a tormentor.
Soon, the building ecstasy made her body shudder as climax overtook her.
"Hnnnngggg...♡♡"
Squirt♡
Squirt♡
Just like last night, the nectar erupting around her fingers as she came splattered all the way into the distant bushes.
"Haa...♡ Haa...♡"
Panting amid the lingering afterglow, her body went limp, as if melting.
But it still wasn't enough.
Her pussy now welcomed two fingers with ease, greedily chasing pleasure—but even that fell short.
Her single climax had only brought a deeper thirst.
Like drinking saltwater, the release meant to sate her heat had only stoked her lust further.
Not enough.
This was nowhere near enough.
"Something... longer, thicker..."
Places her fingers couldn't reach.
Deep inside her.
Yes, she needed to touch the spot Hanjo had caressed just moments ago.
Something like Hanjo's cock... long and thick.
"No, I mustn't, Hoaran... I cannot cross that line..."
She couldn't go that far.
So...
"Three..."
Gathering her ring finger with her middle and index, the thickness roughly matched Hanjo's cock.
It was similar in girth, but still lacking in circumference—and far too short, being fingers after all...
Perhaps that was for the best.
If she grew addicted to something more, there'd be no turning back.
And if she did, her chastity—meant for the man she would one day love—might be tarnished.
She hadn't formed such a bond in centuries; who knew if that day would ever come? But still, one never knew.
The man she fell for wouldn't mind, surely—but what if, on their first time together, the traces of this left him disappointed?
So...
"This... this should suffice, verily."
Murmuring to herself, Hoaran began pushing her fingers inside.
Schlurp♡
"Mm, hnnnng♡"
It had been just a day since she'd first fingered herself in centuries, and now three fingers were sliding into her depths.
Even accounting for her heat, it made her wonder if her body had always been this lewd.
How else could she jump from one finger to three in a single day?
But...
Squelch♡
The three fingers burrowing deep felt incredible.
"Haaah...♡ Haaah...♡ Haa...♡"
Shoving her three fingers all the way in, Hoaran panted heavily.
They were just fingers, not the thick male member her heated body craved—yet her pussy clenched tight around them, gripping greedily.
Squeeze, squeeze—as if begging her own fingers for seed that would never come, the pleasure and fullness radiating from her pussy brought deep satisfaction.
Thank goodness her body hadn't grown greedy for the real thing yet.
For now... three fingers seemed enough to satisfy her, somehow.
"Haa... mm♡"
Squelch♡
She began moving them slowly.
Stirring up her clenching pussy herself.
"Ah♡ Ahh...♡ H-Hanjo...♡"
Hanjo's name slipped out unbidden. But saying it sent electric thrills through her body, feeling so good.
As if her body believed calling his name meant...
Accepting his cock inside her.
Her pussy tightening rhythmically around her fingers was proof.
And it felt even better than fingering herself while simply calling his name.
"Snuuup...♡"
Especially with his underwear right there, soaked in his scent.
She'd sworn to return it, resolved to do so—and yet here she was, using it to masturbate again. Revulsion at herself welled up, but she couldn't stop inhaling his aroma as she pleasured herself.
And what Hoaran couldn't stop wasn't just that.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch♡
"Hanjooo♡ Hnnah♡ Hanjo... Hanjooo♡ More♡ More, thrust deeper into this one♡ Ravish this lewd body of mine harder♡ Thrust it haaaarder♡"
Words she'd once read in books—uttered by villains or lovers alike, women yielding to men. Words she'd thought impossible to say aloud. Now she spat them out as she plunged her fingers into her pussy relentlessly.
She could see her folds swelling redder with each rapid thrust, but her yokai body didn't falter from that alone.
If anything, stabbing her swelling pussy brought even greater pleasure.
"Hanjo, Hanjo♡ Look upon this one♡ In such a...♡ eut♡ base, vulgar state♡ Soothing myself like thiiiis♡"
Zing, zing...
The more vulgar the words, the hotter her body burned.
Was she a pervert, after all?
But... it didn't matter anymore.
"In heat... masturbating while inhaling my son's—Hanjo's—scent... This one...♡"
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch♡
The more she spoke, the more she fingered her pussy, the more she felt her lack.
This wasn't it.
This wasn't what she truly craved.
"...Imagining my son's cock... masturbating to the thought of my son's cock thrusting deep, deep inside...♡"
Not these mere fingers.
What if it had been Hanjo's cock?
That thought soon became fantasy.
A massive, throbbing heat.
Imagining Hanjo's cock pressing against her pussy.
Hanjo taking her virginity.
Becoming a woman for the man she'd taken as her son.
In that fantasy, the celestial fox Hoaran became a mere bitch in heat, impaled on Hanjo's cock, writhing helplessly.
"With thy mighty... that huge cock, thrust deep, deeeep♡ Mm♡ Into this one's pussy...♡ Hnnng♡ Mm...♡ Haaaah...♡"
Squirt♡
Squirt♡
Nectar erupting again with climax.
Her pussy clamping down on her three fingers, squirting without pause.
"Haa... haa... haa...♡ I came, verily...♡ Masturbating to the fantasy of being ravished by Hanjo...♡ I came, verily...♡"
Twice.
Just her second climax, but unlike yesterday, it left her insides refreshingly empty.
Like she'd purged some long-stagnant filth.
The method was utterly base, unspeakable—but the relief was real.
"...If this be enlightenment, then so be it."
A realization that masturbating while fantasizing about being taken surpassed even those old days of pleasuring herself to erotic tomes.
She wished she hadn't learned it, but oh well.
Right now... drenched in sweat and nectar, her overheated body cooled by the breeze. She just wanted to savor the afterglow a little longer.
Her heat still lingered anyway—she'd need three or four more climaxes.
But for the moment, she yearned to relive that pleasure.
Her tails swishing languidly as she basked in the afterglow—only briefly.
The heat rose again.
"Haaa..."
How had she fallen this far, Hoaran?
Centuries of cultivation, all for naught.
She thought this as she prepared to masturbate again.
Then—her tails bristled. A chill.
Something felt wrong.
"What is this foreboding..."
Shivering with unease, she turned—and spotted Hanjo standing awkwardly behind the bushes.
"Nya..."
A hallucination?
Had her fantasies grown so insatiable that she now hallucinated Hanjo himself?
So vividly, so real?
It couldn't be.
She knew it couldn't—but she wished it were.
Wished, and wished, until their eyes met. Hanjo stood there stiffly, staring.
Hoaran opened her mouth.
"...From whence didst thou witness?"
Embarrassment burned either way, but she hoped he'd just arrived—seen only this moment.
Hanjo scratched his cheek at her question.
"Um..."
Debating whether to say it, he finally spoke.
"Heard from the 'Hanjo, Hanjo' part... and saw from the 'son's cock' bit..."
Almost from the very start.
She'd exposed herself completely from nearly the beginning...
So lost in pleasure she hadn't noticed him approaching...
Hadn't even sensed him watching from the side, calling his name as she masturbated...
She...
Fantasizing about him fucking her, climaxing at the end...
Even contentedly swishing her tails afterward.
All seen by Hanjo himself...?
"...I wish to die, verily."
She covered her face with her hands.
The heat surging through her now had nothing to do with her heat—she knew that well.
Shame. Mortification.
Her whole body aflame from it.
And in despair, her voice a crawl:
"Slay this one. Please..."