New Semester Begins – 2 (09-05)
The place I took Yena to didn't hit me with that electric this is it! feeling on the first bite.
I guess you'd say the flavor they were aiming for was just different to begin with? Not the kind of restaurant you psych yourself up to visit on some special occasion, but the kind you drift into on a slightly rough day, just to eat something good? Either way, it had a clean, honest taste that pulls you back the moment you turn to leave. If I'd actually slowed down and savored it, I might well have become a regular.
If I'd savored it, that is.
"I-it's good."
Unfortunately, neither of us was tasting a single thing.
"Ahem."
Yena kept clearing her throat and sneaking glances between my legs, and every time her gaze landed there, I strained with everything I had not to get hard. With the imp of lust riding us both, we went through the motions of eating our tteokgalbi — Korean short-rib patties — while doing nothing but watching each other.
"Y-yeah, it is."
I managed a suitably vague reply, but honestly, I wasn't sure I could keep the conversation going much longer. Maybe because I'd spent the past month living with not even a shred of abstinence, my cock felt like it was about to burst. I just wanted to shoot my load already. I wanted to spurt out every last drop of that stuff bubbling and thickening inside my balls, the stuff that would come out sticky as jelly.
"Mm, yeah."
From the moment I became certain Yena was a virgin, my head had started to spin. Naked Yena kept flashing behind my eyes, and all I could think about was what kind of faces she'd make during sex.
I wanted to pounce on her.
I wanted to bury my cock in her.
Seria.
I wanted to go to Seria, throw myself at her, slam my hips with everything I had, and beg her to hold me tight.
My cock had refused to die for thirty minutes straight — I was reaching the point of worrying it might actually go necrotic.
Then a clatter rang out across the table, and Yena and I looked at each other and smiled awkwardly.
So this is where we part ways.
Which means I can ask Seria for sex now.
At the thought, my cock swelled hard enough to tear my panties apart. Naturally its outline began to show through my jeans, and Yena — whether she'd seen it or not — drew her arms inward and stood there, frozen in an awkward half-crouch.
"Uuungh."
I knew that in her own way, she was just embarrassed... but honestly, it was agony. If she'd been tormenting my cock on purpose, I could have told her to cut it out. But this was pure, innocent embarrassment, which only made it worse.
Yena's tits weren't a bombshell rack like Seria's, but they weren't small either. With her bra clearly on display in that pose, I clenched my toes and panted out a rough breath.
"Earlier, hoo, hoo~♡ I ordered the tteokgalbi set, so take it with you♡"
My panties were going damp with pre-cum. A rough, distinctly male rasp scraped out of my throat, and Yena looked at me, startled, then began blinking rapidly.
"W-well, um."
"Take it♡ Hurry — just think of it as a gift."
"O-okay, yeah."
"If you're really sorry, show me your study notes next time. The seniors keep trying to charge me for theirs, and I hate that."
"Ah, yeah! Deal!"
With our next meeting arranged, Yena fled her seat like she was running for her life.
I braced my arms on the table and gulped down air, then bolted straight for Seria.
"S-Seria! Seria, this car — the windows are tinted, right? Tinted enough that no one can see inside!"
I flung the door open and dropped into the passenger seat, and Seria blinked at me with wide, round eyes. But I couldn't have cared less; I locked the door, and when I pressed her for an answer, she gave it immediately.
"Yes, it uses special glass. The interior can't be seen from outside."
"Ah♡"
The moment the words registered, my pants were already around my thighs.
With a snap of fabric, my cock sprang free. When I brought it out — veins bulging viciously, radiating heat — Seria pulled a condom from the glove box.
"Cleanup gets difficult if you finish in the car, so may we use a condom today?"
"Yes!♡ Yes!♡ Fine, it's fine, so hurry!♡"
A condom labeled XXL. A specialty size you could never find at a convenience store, and yet——
"Uuungh...!♡"
The moment it rolled onto me, my cock squeezed down tight.
"Oh my, my apologies, my lady. I'll prepare a larger size for next time."
Gripping the car seat and forcing myself to endure, I listened to Seria apologize over and over as she began stroking my cock, soft and soothing. First she rubbed it lightly with her palm, then soon tightened her grip and gave it a few little pats. Every snap of her wrist against it made my body buck — and Yena's face floated up in my mind.
"Nghaaahn!♡"
The first thing that came to mind was lip gloss. If she painted that shimmery stuff onto her lips and went down on me, wouldn't it leave a mark? If she stared up at me with those upturned eyes, sucking my cock like it was the tastiest thing she'd ever had...♡
"Noooahhh~!♡"
Along with the fantasy, the tip of the condom swelled like it was about to burst. The rubber had ballooned like a water balloon, and when I finished, the stretched tip drooped long and began peeling itself off on its own.
"Haa♡ Haa♡"
At the sight, I kicked away the pants hanging uselessly around my legs, and Seria disposed of the condom and began wiping my cock clean with a wet wipe.
"Ngh♡"
Seria was bent forward, attending to me. The sight of it set my other cock clamoring for its turn, and with a small sound, Seria unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned down.
"Chuuup~♡"
"Nngh!?♡"
And then Seria serviced both of my cocks at once — her hand working the one she'd jerked off earlier, her mouth swallowing the one she hadn't touched yet.
A pleasure I'd never known once, past life and present combined. My teeth chattered, my head snapped back, and my tail thudded dully against the back seat.
"Hngh♡ Ahk♡"
I squirmed and writhed, moaning like I was screaming. As I twisted beneath her, Seria sucked my cock until her cheeks went hollow, then ran her tongue over every ridge and bump in between.
I'd gotten my share of blowjobs before, sure, but I'd never had two cocks serviced at the same time — and never out in the open like this — so my body reacted instantly.
Pbubub! Spurt! Byuuuuush!
The sensation of cumming from both at the same time was dangerous. If I got addicted to this, my brain would melt. At the thought, I arched my hips high, then slowly let my body sink back down.
"Ogooohhh...♡"
"Do you feel refreshed, my lady?"
Seria asked, tidying her glistening lips. Shivering all over, I looked at the two condoms in her hand and flushed red.
"Hmm... shall I arrange a date with your friend, then?"
"H-huh?"
"You had lunch with your friend, and then suddenly became like this."
Having wiped her lips clean, Seria took me in hand again. This time slowly, gently, as if soothing the oversensitized flesh. Under that touch I trembled for a long while before shaking my head, insisting it wasn't like that.
"Are you certain?"
"Y-yeah, no♡"
"If it's because of me, please don't hesitate to say so. Even if you hold another woman, I remain your maid."
But Seria just kept pushing other women on me, and feeling my cock deflate in real time, I stuck my lips out in a pout.
"Th... uuungh."
"What's the matter?"
"Stop recommending other women. I hate it."
A voice gone cold enough to startle even me. Seria flinched at the sound, then immediately apologized and promised she would never do it again.
"...No, I was being oversensitive too."
When I pulled Seria into a light embrace, she climbed right out of the driver's seat and settled onto my lap. When I carefully wrapped my arms around her back, she pressed herself against me until her chest went flat.
A fruity fragrance bloomed upward. As I obediently buried my face in the nape of her neck, Seria kept stroking my hair, then said that if I wanted, we could stop somewhere else before heading home.
A hotel, presumably. Somewhere I could do whatever I wanted, work off my mood, and then go home. That was what she meant. Honestly, it was a tempting offer — but I shook my head and said no.
"If we're doing it, I want to do it at home."
If we did it even once by renting out a hotel or whatever, she'd start suggesting a hotel stop on the way home from school every single day. And I didn't want that. So I told her to take us straight home, and Seria nodded and obediently returned to the driver's seat.
"Haaa."
By the time we arrived home, I was curled up in Seria's arms, whining.
"Mm, so, there's this thing."
"Yes?"
"I messed up."
"What kind of mistake?"
"Yena, she, um... she gets confessions and all, she's popular, she dresses up nicely too. So I figured she'd have experience, you know? But she says she doesn't. She didn't get mad or anything... the mood just got weird."
And then I admitted that the moment I realized she was a virgin, I hadn't been able to hold my excitement back at all. Seria nodded and stroked my back.
"You aren't thinking of taking her by force, are you?"
"I'd hate that."
"Then I think you're fine. As long as you didn't actually say anything like that to her."
"True, but..."
I knew that. It still sat wrong in my chest. When I said so, Seria repeated that as long as I hadn't said it outright, it was fine.
"You said your friend didn't get angry or anything."
"Yeah."
"Then I think you're fine. It was just a slightly dirty joke."
"I guess."
"It's not as if she went and said something like 'I wanna rail you' the way people do on those camgirl streams, right? You asked her first, saying you wanted to talk about something spicy, and she agreed to it too."
"Is it really okay?"
"Of course."
"Mm."
Was it that the tension melted away at Seria's smile? My briefly cooled lust came surging back, and Seria's words replayed in my head, over and over.
Still. Rail, huh.
Rail...
"Pervert."
She had to have said that on purpose. At the thought, I scooped Seria up into my arms, and she melted into me at once, lifting her hips for me.
