The Secretary's Checkup
5 a.m. — the hour when my eyes snap open and consciousness comes flooding back all on its own.
Before I came here, waking before noon had counted as a triumph — I'd have considered myself lucky just to crawl out of bed before twelve. But ever since I'd become this body, for reasons I couldn't begin to fathom, I'd turned into some miraculous creature whose eyes opened without fail at the crack of dawn, no matter that I'd fallen asleep at midnight.
What's more, I wasn't even tired. If anything, I felt refreshed, as though I'd slept a full and restful night — which only made the contrast that much more vivid. Back in my old life, sleeping past noon had left me groggy and aching anyway.
So this is what youth feels like...!
I was in the middle of such pointless musings, just about to push myself up, when—
Rustle—
"...?"
What was that? I didn't move...
...
Come to think of it, why did my chest feel so heavy this morning? Stifling, like I was pinned beneath something — the unmistakable sensation of a weight settled over me...
And this... squirming sensation inside the covers...!
Flap— I heaved the blanket up with all my strength and peered down into its depths.
"...Noona, what are you doing down there?"
"Good morning to you, young master. A very good morning indeed."
"Ah. Yes. Good morning."
Her greeting was delivered with such perfect composure that I found myself returning it on pure reflex. ...No, wait. That's not the point!
"No — I mean, what are you doing down there?!"
Beneath the covers was Noona's body, lying flush on top of my own. This was the first time she had ever sneaked into my bed while I slept — and underneath the blankets, of all places...!
Thanks to that, I could feel every detail of the way her lewd, soft mounds, pressed flush against my body, squished and molded against me with every tiny movement. Mmm...! Soft and springy — exactly like fresh rice cake.
A savage impulse seized me, the urge to reach down right that instant and knead those pliant things to my heart's content, and I fought it down for dear life as I stared at her. Noona gazed placidly back up at me with her honey-gold eyes and offered an excuse so absurd I could hardly process it.
"I was in the middle of conducting the young master's health examination."
An examination...? Sneaking in at dawn and squirming around under my blanket — since when had that counted as a medical checkup...?
When I shot her a look of pure disbelief, she had the grace to glance away, faintly sheepish. Then—
"Ah."
Her eyes went bright as she beheld the tent pitched over my crotch.
Shit — I did not see that coming.
"Behold. This is irrefutable proof of how very healthy the young master is at present."
"Okay, okay, I get it — so get off me...?!"
Shame burned through me and I wanted nothing more than to cover myself, but with her fragrant body pinning mine down, that proved impossible.
...
"Noona?!"
Her hand, wordless, was groping at my cock.
Even through my pants, the tender softness of her palm registered — and I flinched hard. Her slender fingers glided slowly down the slope of the tent, tracing and caressing it, an act that looked... very, very far removed from any medical examination.
As though she hadn't heard me — or as though she were deliberately pretending not to — Noona kept on fondling the swollen bulge beneath her hand.
"Ngh...!"
Jaw clenched tight against a moan, I felt her wriggle upward beneath the covers, drawing her body closer toward my head. Her breasts pressed hard against my chest and dragged upward with the movement — a dizzying, sliding softness, their trembling weight surging until it seemed to pool right beneath my chin.
"Young master."
"...!"
Her breath spilled into my ear — damp somewhere, feverish. Her lips hovered close enough that they nearly brushed the rim of my ear as she murmured:
"Do you know... the true meaning of the lifting of your Indecency Prohibition Order?"
"It's... it just means that Father..."
That was what Father had told me. That he had waited, patiently, until I had matured enough — mentally, spiritually — that I wouldn't squander my life chasing such carnal temptations. That the order's lifting was his way of showing he trusted me now.
But hearing my answer, Noona... slowly shook her head.
"That is only half the truth."
"Half...?"
Before I could wonder what the other half might be, the hand below me gently closed around my cock through the fabric, and my whole body jolted.
"N-Noona...?!"
"Do you... dislike me, young master?"
"What?! Of course not!"
Her eyes were drooping, wounded, and I yelped the denial in a panic. How on earth could I dislike her? Noona, who had always cared for me so devotedly at my side, who had showered me with her love without holding anything back?
She gazed at me in silence for a long moment. Then—
"From this moment, I shall provide the young master with a thorough sex education. Should you object, then please — push me away, and refuse me without mercy."
Without mercy...? And what sex education, anyway? I'd had all of that drilled into me ages ago. I remembered how hard I'd worked, back then, to sit through lessons on things I already knew without letting my boredom show.
I was recalling that struggle, opening my mouth to protest—
"No, Noona, what are you even— ngh—?!"
Before a single word could escape, she flipped the blanket back over herself and slid straight down, smooth as silk, settling herself between my legs. Then her hands — utterly without hesitation — drew my pants and underwear down in a single motion.
"Hwuum...♥"
A sensation unlike anything I had ever felt crashed over me — something wet, hot, and impossibly soft enveloping my cock.
"Hrngh...! Noona, what are you doing down the— ngh...!"
Slrp-♥ Schloop-♥ Mmm-♥ Slrrp-♥
Every time the blanket swelled up between my legs and sank back down, my mind flashed white. A tongue. It had to be her tongue — something I could only guess was Noona's tongue was circling just beneath the head of my cock, lapping at that spot with relentless, deliberate focus. All the while, her lips pursed around my shaft and sucked, the pressure dense and slick and constant.
"N-Noona... you can't—!"
And then, in the middle of all this, her earlier words drifted back through my dazed head. Please push me away, and refuse me without mercy...
...
...
That's — that's just completely unfair...!
You want me to push her away without mercy?! In this state?!
Slrruuuup-♥
"Hahk...!!"
The suction deepened, her tongue working harder, and I had the fleeting illusion that my cock was melting right there in her mouth. My vision went white; my hands flew down of their own accord and clenched fistfuls of the sheets.
I had always been careful about keeping my room tidy — I hated making extra work for Noona, who cleaned it for me every day — but there was no room in my head for considerations like that anymore. Every time my hips bucked of their own accord, I felt my glans bump against the soft back of her throat; and every time it did, her throat reflexively clenched down around me, a dense, crushing pressure that sent the urge to come surging up like a dam about to burst.
Slrp-♥ Schloop-♥
"Huum-♥ Mmph-♥ Glrk-♥ Glrk-♥"
The lewd sounds leaking out from beneath the blanket — Noona's indecent panting as she slurped on my cock, the rhythmic evidence of her mouth working my shaft. Her breath spilled from her nose and tickled my pelvis, and that small, hot puff of air was proof enough that this was no dream.
Sluurp-♥ Schuuup-♥
"Ngh... ah... ahh...! Not there...!"
The pleasure was electric, unlike anything I had ever known in my life, and it scrambled my thoughts to mush. What... what is this...? Something this good actually existed in the world...? No — was it even allowed to exist...?
I was falling. Sinking into the service of Noona's mouth. Deeper. Further in. Descending by degrees toward the deepest trench of the sea...
Beneath the covers, I felt her other hand stroking along my inner thigh. Goosebumps bloomed wherever her fingers wandered, and my body shivered uncontrollably — while the worship of her mouth never paused for even a heartbeat, only gathering speed.
And then—
Judging that I couldn't possibly hold back the climax boiling up inside me a second longer, I called out to her in a hurry.
"Noona... Noona, stop...! I'm coming... I'm really coming...! Aahh...!"
Slrruup-♥ Slrrlp-♥
But the answer was not stillness — it was a mouth service that grew slicker, deeper, more lavishly thorough. Each time her lips swallowed me down to the root and her tongue raked along the sensitive underside as though stripping me bare, my self-control was chipped away in great heavy chunks.
This was the pinnacle of mouth service — the kind a woman can offer with her lips to the man she loves, steeped in devotion, brimming with tenderness. And in it I read a silent, unmistakable urging: give me everything. Now.
I could hold back no longer.
Gush— Bbbbrrrt—
"Hrgghk...!! Urghk...!!"
My body arched up all on its own. Something searing-hot came pouring madly up through me, wave after wave of dizzying release. Once, twice, three times, four — unceasing—
I felt it with total clarity: the thick, heavy seed pumping out of me, surging all the way into the depths of Noona's throat. And still, even in the throes of my climax, her suction and her tongue never stopped — as if determined to wring out every last drop.
"Huum...♥ Gulhk-♥ Slrp...♥ Gulp-♥"
From beneath the blanket came the sound of her swallowing, her throat bobbing as she took it down. Even after she'd swallowed in several stages, her mouth still refused to release me — her tongue now stroking my oversensitized glans with unbearable softness, mercilessly drawing out the droplets still lingering in my urethra.
"Haa... haa... ngh... nnh..."
My mind was mush. I couldn't form a single thought. All the strength had drained out of my body, and I lay sprawled across the bed, doing nothing but catching my breath.
Then — a rustle, and the blanket lifted—
"Mm... thank you for the meal-♥"
Noona gazed down at me, her lips faintly smeared with my release, her face flushed a soft pink. Cheeks burning, eyes moist and glittering.
Gulp— She licked the traces from her lips, sucking them into her mouth, and spoke.
"...The young master's is incredibly thick, you know. It clings to my throat so stubbornly I can barely swallow it...♥"
Still catching her breath, Noona smiled at me — a kind of smile I had never once seen from her. A smile that said, very clearly: utterly full... and satisfied.
"Ah......"
So I had fallen, in the end. Her words — push me away without mercy — had lingered in my mind like a hook, and unable to bring myself to refuse, I had let her briskly and efficiently claim my very first time. Too stunned even to form an answer, I lay staring blankly at the ceiling. And then—
"Young master."
"..."
"There is still some time before your duties begin."
"...?"
"If you wish it, I would be honored to service you with my mouth once more."
"..."
"...What will it be? Beh—"
She opened her mouth wide, showing me the glistening pink of her throat — and my boneless cock twitched back to life all on its own. What undid me most was the tiny evidence clinging to the corner of her lips, proof positive of the service she had just given me, which somehow made everything unbearably hotter.
My lower half hardened at astonishing speed, reclaiming its full, proud majesty before my eyes. And gazing down at that spectacle, at Noona's slow, inviting smile—
I could not... refuse her.
"J-just one more time... please."
What was done was done — I no longer had any principled grounds to refuse, anyway. And Noona beamed.
"Understood, young master. With my mouth-pussy service... I shall satisfy you thoroughly, from start to finish.♥"
M-my mouth-pussy...! Hearing it in Noona's voice somehow makes it sound even filthier...!
Slrp-♥ Slrruup-♥ Slrrlp-♥
Gush— Gush— Gush—
...Only after spilling myself into Noona's mouth three more times was I, at long last, satisfied.
Noona's mouth-pussy truly, absolutely, felt wonderful.