Week 2 (10)
Week 2 (10)
Haa, haa.
My super excited breaths leaked out all on their own.
Compared to my fellow mercenaries, I'm blatantly strong with booze—at least that's my self-diagnosis—and I definitely didn't drink enough to get wasted.
So this was clearly something else, not just a buzz.
The guy pinned helplessly under me had a totally baffled look on his face.
The Master's hair was a soft dark green, and my own pitch-black locks overlapped it.
Ah, dangerous.
Ray felt something snap deep in his chest.
Actually, it'd been like that ever since the moment he straight-up tackled the Master.
"You're the bad guy here, right? You groped a girl's body without asking."
The self-rationalization engine in his head was whirring at max speed.
Last time, it'd spun out spectacularly and blown up in the end, but this time was different.
Why? 'Cause the Master touched first.
So, no complaints even if something naughty happens to him, right?
...Right?
For some reason, saliva kept pooling in his mouth.
Straddling the Master's belly, I slowly moved my hands.
Suddenly getting flattened like that, the Master had this half-soulless, dazed expression.
He'd been groping away with that innocent face earlier, and now he's playing pure?
My hips slid slyly downward, my upper body leaning in closer from the motion.
My tits mashed right up against the Master, squuuish.
"Hauu...♥"
An embarrassing noise slipped out before I could stop it.
Damn, gotta hand it to him—even looking all delicate, the guy's body is rock-solid.
Meanwhile, my own rack squished against his chest like freaking water balloons.
...I'm way stronger than the Master, so why's a girl's body this damn squishy?
Felt kinda unfair.
Even so, the Master was glued to my boobs like they were the main event, eyes locked on the way they got kneaded.
A little embarrassing, but weirdly satisfying too.
I deliberately pressed my body even tighter.
Felt it last time too, but maybe I'm sensitive to stares.
Every time the Master's gaze roamed my body like a tongue licking it over, heat bubbled up from deep in my gut.
I was rubbing up on him all hyped like that when... something hard nudged my thigh.
"......Ha?"
Wait, what the...
Sensing something weird, I deliberately wedged my thigh between the Master's legs this time.
But nope, same sensation.
"Eh, ehhh?"
"...What's up?"
The Master—who'd just been twitching since I jumped him—finally spoke up cautiously.
His voice was annoyingly smooth; made me wanna hear more, but no time for that now.
"...Wanna take it off?"
"Huh? Wait, hold on..."
Not believing it 'til I see it myself.
He probably caught my rushed vibe and tried to stop me in a panic, but hey, normal guy's got nothing on me.
If a Superhuman like yours truly sets her mind to it, Master's got zero chance of blocking.
Only then did it hit me how insanely pervy this was, but screw it at this point.
No resistance—his pants and undies slid right down easy-peasy.
And the next instant—
Thud.
Took a sec to register something bumped my chin.
Knowing full well I shouldn't, I sucked in a huge breath on reflex.
A smell I'd never sniffed before scraped my nostrils raw.
A sigh slipped out between my slack lips without me meaning to.
"Ah...♥"
What the hell is this.
Why's it... so huge?
Stared blankly at it for a beat before snapping out, jerking my upper body up.
Now I could finally eyeball the full size from above.
Gulp.
My swallow was loud as hell.
Uh, now what?
Pinning the Master was a breeze, but uh... never actually seen a guy's junk before.
Brain straight-up locked up, leaving me floundering like an idiot 'til I blurted the dumbest question.
"Uh, sorry for killing the vibe... but, like, is this thing... normally this big...?"
Even I cringed at how virgin-y that sounded—face burning like crazy.
Ugh, what if Master laughs...?
Peeked up cautiously, but no smirk on his face.
Nah, if anything...
"U, kyaaat?"
Suddenly the limp Master bolted upright.
Then—hand on my head.
That's when I clocked his vibe had shifted from before.
Kinda like... he'd been getting dragged along 'til now, but his eyes suddenly got way more... proactive...?
"Ray."
Master's voice calling my name was quiet, but shaky—like he was holding something back.
No honorifics either.
Normally that'd make my heart skip, but no room for that now.
The hand on my head held still... but pressed firm.
Couldn't resist for some reason.
Little by little, my face inched toward that monstrous thing.
No, can't do this. That hollow echo bounced in my skull over and over.
Even though I tackled first and yanked the pants off all cocky.
All the while, Master kept reeling me in slow.
Closer... bit by bit. That intense dude-stink hitting my nose again.
Master stared down at me blank-faced, then dropped one word.
"Suck."
"...Eh?"
Suck? What? —No way, this?
My brain bombarded itself with pointless questions.
IQ in the toilet.
Breath coming fast.
This gnawing fear that slurping this beast would be point of no return... mixed with this slimy urge to just do it.
Mouth cracked open on autopilot.
Jaw gone slack, tongue itching to roll out the welcome mat—no stopping it.
"Hauwb♥"
—Shoved it in my mouth.
Sucked a guy's cock.
Just the tip barely fit, and my mouth was packed.
How freaking huge is this?
Slightly fishy-salty weirdness coated my tongue.
First time seeing the real deal today, so duh, never sucked one.
—Never... but somehow, instinct kicked in.
Gently, I flicked my tongue.
"Chub, jjup..."
Sounds so nasty my head spun.
Felt all these fluids sloshing and mixing gooey in my mouth.
D-dangerous. Gonna lose myself...
Clinging to my fuzzy wits by a thread, I scooted my head forward more.
Tip-sucking alone? Master'd feel zilch.
"Haa, hub—, ububub, chururub...♥"
Jaw about to pop off.
Size so absurd, technique didn't even matter.
All I could do was slurp slurp like a cheap whore, slobbering to please him.
Even I knew this amateur-hour crap wouldn't get him off.
But Master's fault for jamming this on a newbie.
Bit of sass—I pressed the shaft's midpoint with tongue and roof of mouth. It throbbed back defiantly.
Eyes bugged out in shock.
"—Puhaat."
Air whooshed in sudden.
Dumb noise too. Er... mine, probably.
And get this—the cock I'd been worshipping? Glossy with spit, standing proud right in my face.
Silky thread from tip to lips thinned... snap.
Finally, the haze cleared from my brain.
Wha—spaced hard...?
Plus, why's my breathing ragged?
Panting leaked out with every breath.
Chest heaving like crazy—felt so foreign.
"...Sorry, ran outta air for a sec there."
Master apologized in that silky voice again.
Eh, so you're saying I blacked out mid-blowjob...? That?
"Hek, hek, n-no freakin' way..."
Total shock this time.
Never—even in the dirtiest merc locker-room talk—heard of choking on dick.
"What's what?"
Master hits back like it's no biggie.
I was floored.
No way is passing out on girl-on-dick normal?
"It's not normal, that th... th-thing. Cock."
St-stutter city.
And 'cock'? Cringe.
Instant urge to hide forever. Total virgin alert.
Yup—Master chuckles.
Shame tsunami hits; about to duck my head when his finger slides in, tips my chin up. Dumb squeak escapes.
"What's the big deal?"
Master's got this sultry look now. Eyes screaming 'adorbs' from every angle.
Sh-shit... shame-tears prickling.
Annoying AF. But obvious he'd never drop it without me spilling.
Pride on the line anyway.
I-I can say cock casual. Easy.
"Th-that..."
"Yes?"
—Easier said than done in front of Master. Lips glued shut.
Hate my gutless ass right now.
N-not a biggie. Hell, I jumped him first—lucky he ain't laughing.
Self-pep-talked, finally pried lips apart.
"...C-Cock."
"What was that?"
"C-Cock...♥ Master's cock is too freakin' huge...♥"