Coco Skywalker (2)
Coco, having received my erogenous massage, was climaxing right there on the massage sofa under my touch.
Having gone this far, I figured it was about time to put my cock in. With one hand, I undid the buckle of the pants I was wearing.
Rub, rub.
"Haaaah, hngh?! I-if you keep touching… haah, h-haaakh?!"
Of course, my other hand was still working her clitoris.
Honestly speaking, this was the first time in either of my lives that I'd ever touched a woman's most intimate parts, so it was a little fascinating. Was a woman really supposed to pant like this just from having her labia and clitoris stroked?
Then again, in my previous life I'd been so buried in work that I never even had time to meet women.
Maybe even these hypersensitive reactions were part of my Unique Ability. Or maybe the women of this world simply had so much pent-up libido that even a beginner's touch could set them off.
Either way, it didn't really matter. What mattered was that it was now time for my member to enter Coco's body and "massage" that spot deep inside her vagina.
"Coco."
"Haah, h-ngh, is it over…?"
"We're almost done. Just one last place left to massage."
"…Ah, there's still more…? C-can it feel even better than this…?"
"Oh — if this is too much for you, we can stop here. Just a little more and we're finished, but if you're struggling, it's fine to stop."
Shake, shake.
"No…. I-I want to go all the way…."
I knew Coco would say that.
Besides, I'd already taken my pants off and pulled my cock out, so I never had any intention of stopping in the first place.
"Coco, one last thing I need to check — could you look this way for a moment?"
"…Wh-what?"
"Just confirming the massage tool. Some people don't like being massaged with anything other than hands, after all."
"……."
Though she seemed a little puzzled by my words, Coco carefully lifted her head and looked my way.
I brought my erect cock right in front of her face, and before long her half-lidded eyes went round as saucers.
"……Uh, uh?"
"The final step of a lower-body massage is massaging the inside of your body, Coco. More precisely, the deepest part of your vagina."
"…I-inside my vagina…?"
"Yes. But a woman's vagina is narrow and deep, right? Too narrow for a hand, too deep for fingers — so without a massage tool, I can't reach the area that needs to be massaged."
"……."
"So for this last massage, I'll use this. I'll put it inside your vagina and move it back and forth, massaging the deepest part."
In truth, the world called this act sex. Everything I'd just said was simply a long-winded way of describing sex in my own terms.
And no matter how few men there were in this world, there was probably no woman who didn't know what this really was.
"Th-that's just se—"
"Sex? Sex is when a man and a woman share physical intimacy purely for the sake of reproduction and pleasure, isn't it? What I'm offering you is a massage, Coco. Nothing more."
"Mas…sage…."
"A massage where I take something appropriately soft yet firm and rub and thrust it repeatedly against the inside of your body — the part that needs massaging. It's not sex."
"……."
"If you think of this as sex… then unfortunately, I'll have to stop here. What I'm providing isn't a service where I sell my body like a male prostitute. It's purely a 'massage' to loosen the knots in your body."
"Uh……?!"
Coco, who had been listening quietly, flinched in panic at my declaration that I wouldn't continue if she thought of it as sex.
It might have looked like I was giving her a choice — whether to have sex or not — but with her libido already overflowing, the idea of Coco turning down sex with me was hard to imagine.
I would have sex with her to relieve her sexual desire, but I needed her to clearly understand that this was never an act of selling my body for money.
In other words, it was a kind of request: if you want to have sex, please don't think of me as a male whore.
"I got… it…."
"Got what?"
"Th-that it's a massage, not sex… I got it, so…."
"……."
"I won't think of you massaging the inside of my body with your cock as sex. So d-do it…."
"Then, may I begin the final 'massage'?"
Nod, nod. Nod, nod.
Like a solar-powered bobblehead, Coco nodded vigorously up and down, yearning for sex with me.
Smiling at that adorable reaction, I gently brought my erect cock to her lower half.
Squelch!
"Nngh, hyaaaaah?!"
Tearing through the thin membrane that marked her first time, my cock plunged in all at once, striking the deepest part of Coco's vagina.
…Was she dreaming?
And if she was, when had the dream begun?
When she'd first met a male staff member at the Adventurer's Guild? When she'd handed him a single gold coin and asked for a shoulder massage? When she'd gotten so worked up during the tail massage that she forgot other people were watching? Or was it from the moment her clothes had started coming off during the lower-body massage?
I don't know. No matter how hard I think about it, none of this makes any sense….
That was how unbelievable the present situation felt to Coco.
Because right now she was on the verge of having sex with a man — something most women went their whole lives without even holding hands with… or rather, more precisely, she was about to undergo the final stage of a lower-body massage.
Putting his cock in my pussy and rubbing the deepest part of my vagina to massage it…. No matter how you look at it, that's just sex….
But she couldn't call it sex. She had already been told that if she called it sex, he wouldn't do it — and the Coco of this moment could not defy those words.
No — probably no one could have defied them.
After pickling a woman's body in this much delicious pleasure, what woman alive could refuse a man's offer to put his cock in her?
If it meant she could have sex with a man… no, more precisely, if it meant she could have sex with this man, then playing along with the little word game of calling it an internal vaginal massage was a bargain she would take any day of the week.
Press.
"Nnh, hh…."
The sensation of a cock touching the cleft of her lower half.
Something hard pressed against her sex, which had already been stroked so thoroughly that lewd fluids kept flowing without end.
After being teased for so long, every sensation felt even more acute.
Coco's body was so sensitive that the shape of his cock alone, felt only at the entrance of her vagina, was enough for her to picture it clearly in her mind.
Ah, come to think of it….
Men were supposedly so afraid of blood that seeing a woman bleed during her first time could make their cocks go soft….
While Coco was still swallowing her unspoken worry about the hymen she hadn't managed to deal with, his hard cock drove into her vagina as if a hymen were nothing at all.
Squelch!
"Nngh, hyaaaaah?!"
The pain in her lower half was nothing more than a fleeting instant.
What flooded her mind afterward was a pleasure and a lust so intense she had never even imagined them — a swirling vortex of every lewd desire and tangled emotion imaginable.
In that dense, complicated storm of feeling, strong enough to wash the pain of a torn hymen clean away, the most powerful emotion Coco felt was none other than love.
I love… him….
She had barely ever seen a man in her life.
The only man she had ever properly spoken with was this one.
And yet Coco was certain that what she felt for him was love.
She had no idea what he felt for her in return — but that didn't matter. Coco simply decided to love the man who had put his cock inside her vagina.
He had already shown her every kind of pleasure a woman could experience. Loving anyone else after that would have been impossible anyway.
"I'm sorry. It was your first time, and I ended up tearing it with my tool because of the massage."
"Nnh, hh…."
Shake, shake.
"Did it hurt, Coco? There's quite a bit of blood — if it's too painful, should we rest a little first?"
Shake, shake.
"Hhh, n-nooo…."
"All right. Then I'll start moving — tell me anytime if it hurts."
Nod, nod.
"Mm, mhm…."
She had always heard that ordinary men couldn't even bring themselves to think about tearing a hymen with their cock.
She had heard that so many men were afraid of hymens that the basic courtesy before a wedding night was for the woman to remove it herself with some other object first.
And yet here he was, after tearing her hymen with his cock, fretting over whether she was in pain.
Thrust!
"Nngh, hah…!!"
Thrust, thrust!
"Haaahn, hngh, hah…!! Nnhyaaaaah?!"
No matter how she looked at it, his behavior was nothing like an ordinary man's — but that wasn't what mattered to Coco right now.
What mattered to Coco right now was the pleasure that had been flooding her lower half without pause from the moment his cock first entered her. And…
…I want to say his name.
She wanted to come while calling the name of the man who was pressing and massaging so deep inside her with his cock — while calling the name of the man having sex with her.
Because of her timid nature, she had never once asked his name from their first meeting until now, and she regretted that so bitterly. She knew this was hardly the time for conversation, and yet Coco still found the courage to ask the man diligently thrusting his cock into her body.
"Y-your name…."
"Hm?"
"Tell me… your name…."
"…It's Beor. Beor Ewin."
"Beo…r…."
Beor Ewin. She had memorized it.
She would never, ever forget it now.
For the rest of her life — she would never forget it.