Coco Skywalker (3)

Squelch!

"Hngh…! Beo…r…"

"Yes, Miss Coco."

Squelch, squelch!

"Nngh! Beor! Beo…r…!!"

"Yes, Miss Coco. I'm right here."

Beneath me, Coco crawled on all fours, calling my name over and over. Ever since I'd told her what it was, she hadn't stopped repeating it — as if she simply wanted to keep saying it while we went at it.

Her reaction was so unbearably cute that I just kept driving my hips into her without pause, burying myself again and again.

Squelch!

"Mmph…!!"

Squelch!

"Beo…r, nngh…!!"

Every time my cock speared into her, Coco's erogenous zones flushed a deeper pink. Watching that deepest place inside her — maybe even the entrance to her womb — gradually turn pink was visually quite a treat.

I've never actually had sex before either, so I can't say for sure.

I was only guessing it was her womb entrance because my cock hit a wall there and couldn't go any deeper. I could have forced it a little further past that tip, but I had no desire to use a method that would hurt her that much.

Whether it was because Coco's body was on the small side and struggled to take all of me, or simply because my cock was large — I didn't really know. In my previous life, I'd never exactly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠compared erect sizes with other men.

Still, watching Western porn, I'd sometimes thought mine looked about that big.

Squelch!

"Haa… B-Beor, nngh…!!"

"Yes, Miss Coco."

"I like… like… I like you…"

"…Thank you, Miss Coco."

Squelch, squelch!!

"Mmphhh…!! Hnngh… hah…!!"

Whether that "I like you" meant she liked this Internal Vaginal Massage we were doing, or whether she genuinely liked me as a man — either way, it didn't particularly matter. What was clear was that Coco was deeply satisfied with what we were doing right now.

And I, massaging the inside of her pussy with my cock, was having a hard time keeping my head straight through a pleasure I'd never experienced before. The fierce pressure of her tight cunt, the sticky, scorching fluids, and the sight of Coco's ass and tail swaying right in front of me all seemed determined to drive me insane.

Come to think of it, there was an erogenous zone on her tail, too.

Thanks to what I'd unlocked back at the guild, it was a heart a shade lighter than pure black — but it still meant that spot wanted to be relieved as an erogenous zone.

With that thought, I boldly slipped my hand into the curled underside of her tail and pressed hard with my fingers, just as I had when I'd massaged her at the guild.

Squeeze!

"Ngh—hyaaaaah…?!"

With my cock pounding her from below and her tail erogenous zone stimulated at the same time, the grip around me felt even tighter. Animalistic cries that sounded like she'd already climaxed several times flooded my ears, and the pleasure of impending ejaculation had nearly filled my lower body.

…So even if I came inside Coco exactly as I wanted, she wouldn't get pregnant.

Relieved by that thought, I kept thrusting into her right up to the brink of climax and whispered against her ear.

"Haa… Miss Coco."

"Nngh… B-Beor…"

"Just checking — is it okay if I come inside like this?"

"……?!"

"Honestly, I'd love to just finish inside you right now, but if you don't want that, I'll pull out soon."

Even if my semen supposedly couldn't impregnate her, the woman receiving it wouldn't know that. For an adventurer who made her living with her body, pregnancy would be disastrous in all sorts of ways — so this was my own small consideration for Coco.

…Of course, it seemed like unnecessary fretting on her end. The moment I finished speaking, Coco shook her head hard from side to side.

Shake, shake.

"D-don't pull… ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out…"

"So I can come inside like this?"

Nod, nod.

"Inside… a-ah, come inside… me… I-if something happens, I'll take responsibility… I won't… bother Beor…"

"……."

She was going that far just to take a creampie from me?

Either way, I had Coco's consent now. All that remained was to keep driving my cock into her pussy.

My cock ruthlessly parted her inner walls, nearly finishing the "massage" of her deepest place. The moment the last pink heart remaining inside Coco's body vanished, a cool, surging release burst from me as well.

Squelch!

"Mmphhh?! Haa—k-hyaaaaah?!"

Semen flooded the deepest point of her pussy and kept going, filling even further beyond. Despite her small frame, Coco took every drop of the cloudy white fluid erupting from my cock without spilling a bit — and climaxed one final time.

"Haaa… h-haa…"

"Good work, Miss Coco. That finishes the Internal Vaginal Massage as well."

"…Haa… y-yeah… th-this is… a 'massage,' right…?"

"Yes. It's just a 'massage,' Miss Coco."

Both of us already knew perfectly well that the real answer wasn't massage — but for the sake of our relationship going forward, this had to remain framed as part of a massage.

That way, we could keep treating the idea of mixing our bodies under the excuse of a "lower-body massage" as something perfectly natural.

"Massage… I like…"

"Shall I do it for you again next time?"

Nod, nod. Nod, nod.

"Yeah… d-do it… I want to… get it again…"

Completely drained and lying on the massage sofa, Coco still managed to give a clear yes. She looked more adorable every time ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I saw her like that — and even after we finished, Coco and I stayed tangled together on that narrow massage sofa for quite a while.

By the time we'd finished the lower-body massage completely, the clock was pointing at nearly ten at night — but Coco still decided to head home despite the late hour.

Staying over at my place wouldn't have been a problem, really, but she said her family was waiting and she had no choice but to go back.

Sending a girl home alone at night felt a little dangerous, so I offered to walk her — but Coco refused that, too. She said that wandering alone at night was more dangerous for a man than for a woman.

I'd momentarily forgotten that in this world, women were stronger than men. In the end, I had to agree with her and watch Coco disappear down the night road.

She probably won't get ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠caught by her family, at least.

Even if Coco claimed she'd gotten a lower-body massage and then had sex, I wasn't sure her family would believe her. Still, we'd promised to keep everything that happened today as our "secret," so at least she wouldn't be the one to bring it up first.

I'd also made sure she showered clean before she left. I'd gone into the bathroom with her and washed her body myself, so that part was certain.

Squelch…

"Miss Coco, you need to clean the inside properly, too."

"Nngh… okay…"

…Nod.

"Come to think of it, I never got to massage this side. Want me to do this next time, too?"

Squish!

"N-nngh…"

N-nod…

…Well, in the process I did indulge a few personal desires — slipping my fingers into her pussy just because, or cupping and kneading those small breasts I hadn't gotten to touch earlier.

Coco kept flinching at my touch but never once said she didn't want it. She was, quite literally, the perfect partner for satisfying my filthy desires.

Given the difference in our strength, it wouldn't have been strange for the dynamic to flip at any moment — yet Coco truly never resisted even once. I could take that to mean my massage had felt that good.

…Anyway. After seeing Coco out of my house—

"…Whew. When am I going to clean all this up?"

The remaining task was wiping away the traces left by Coco and me. Just thinking about scrubbing a massage sofa sticky with the love juices she'd gushed out several times and my own semen was enough to make my head spin a little.

As I fretted over whether to wipe it down with a damp towel, I remembered the translucent windows that had appeared after Coco and I finished — and checked whether any of the metric-management rewards might include a tool that could help.

"……."

Hmm. Pass on this one for now.

The fatigue-management reward had given me the massage sofa; the muscle-tension reward was a massage oil recipe. Relatively underwhelming, I supposed — but it couldn't be helped. Thanks to this Unique Ability, I'd gotten all the way to sex with Coco, so I could just treat the rewards as a secondary goal.

Fortunately, the second reward was something that could actually clean up my current situation, so the first one no longer mattered much.

"Oh."

In this exact situation, that was the reward I needed most. I never would have guessed Vitality Massage could hand out something like this.

I applied the stress-management reward — Cleanliness Maintenance — to the massage sofa Coco and I had just been rolling around on, and the sofa, filthy with every kind of bodily fluid, instantly returned to its original pristine state.

"This… is definitely going to be useful."

Just not having to worry about cleaning up mid-sex — no, mid-massage — was already a pretty solid reward.

After quickly solving the problem that had been bothering me most, I checked the last remaining reward. In a way, it was the one I'd been most curious about: the libido-management reward. And when I saw it, I finally got a real sense of how I ought to use this Unique Ability.