Chapter 40
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: Taste Training (2)
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Seeing her sitting there blindfolded, mouth open toward me, stirred up some oddly evocative feelings, but Lilian's expression was so deadly serious that I couldn't bring myself to tease her about it.
Does she really blindfold herself like that even when she's doing this alone? Is it actually necessary?
For now, with Lilian waiting expectantly with her mouth open, I speared what looked like a piece of meat from the tray with a fork and held it to her lips.
She started by sniffing it carefully, taking in the aroma, then gently licked the meat off the fork with her tongue. It reminded me of one of those cooking shows back on Earth.
"This is... Gray Cow meat. And judging by the fat content... it's from the tenderloin."
"Even if you tell me that... I wouldn't know. Unless I had every ingredient memorized, how could I guess when I don't even know what anything is to begin with?"
"I'm just giving you an example. When I started, I prepared about ten ingredients, mixed up the order, tasted them, and gradually increased the number. Now, I've linked it directly to the ingredient warehouse, so I train with countless materials."
With that, she flicked the meat away with her tongue, setting it aside.
"Hm? You're not going to eat it?"
"It's not about matching textures or anything like that. To rely purely on taste, we don't chew—we just touch it with the tongue. Oh, we don't waste the ingredients. If I set it back down like this, it automatically goes to my personal fridge. I eat all the ones used in training later."
True to her word, when I placed the lightly licked meat back on the tray, it vanished. Pretty neat.
"But for something like meat, shouldn't you also taste the juices that spread when you chew it?"
"That might be true if you were just savoring fine cuisine, but surprisingly, training your palate gets even sharper when you identify meat types without chewing, just by licking. This is the right way for taste training."
As if to demonstrate further, Lilian tapped the tray twice, and another ingredient appeared on it. This time... a sausage? Not red, though—more yellowish.
With Lilian opening her mouth again in wait, I pierced the end of the sausage with the fork and brought it to her lips. Once more, she sniffed it first.
"A mix of meat and spices..."
Then she parted her lips wider, lightly licking the tip. She lapped at it tentatively before taking the end into her mouth and sucking on it gently—still without actually chewing, just working it with her lips and tongue.
For some reason... watching this scene was giving me a weird vibe. From Lilian's seated eye level, with me handing her this elongated sausage and her licking it...
The chair and table were positioned low, too, putting her eye level roughly even with my crotch...
No matter how you slice it, this looks like a blowjob, right? And since she's a succubus, even her unintentional movements carry this subtle eroticism—doing it like this just amplifies it.
After sucking on it intently for a while, Lilian finally pulled away from the sausage. As it slipped from her mouth, a long string of clear saliva stretched between them. Oh... damn it, I'm getting hard.
What the hell? It's arousing, sure, but my dick feels way more responsive than usual...
I hurriedly set the sausage back on the tray, set the fork aside, and adjusted my pants. Luckily, with her blindfold on and that serious look, she probably hasn't noticed.
My erection was getting pinched painfully in my pants, so while she wasn't paying attention, I subtly loosened my waistband to reposition it. Ever since acquiring the Lust Absorption skill, I'd felt like it had grown a bit, but today it seemed especially bigger. Not just imagination—my usual pants were actually digging in painfully.
"Hm... This must be one of the new ingredients that just came in. It's a flavor I've never tasted before."
She smacked her lips thoughtfully, savoring the unfamiliar taste of the fresh arrival, but after boldly claiming she'd demonstrate, her fumbling guess made her feel a twinge of embarrassment.
Come to think of it, with the recent labyrinth mutation, some unfamiliar ingredients had come in... This was probably one of them.
A bit miffed at her bruised pride, Lilian didn't wait for me to feed her. Instead, she swung her hand toward where the sausage had been moments ago. Right there was my dick, rock-hard from the succubus pheromones she'd unconsciously leaked—pheromones the usually composed Lilian had forgotten about in her cool demeanor.
Uncharacteristically rattled by this unfamiliar "poison dish" territory, she hadn't noticed her suppressed succubus pheromones slipping out.
And though she'd deny it, her succubus instincts were subtly convincing her that the long, firm object in her grasp was just "an ingredient."
"W-Wait a sec, Lilian..."
"Just watch. It's not that my taste has dulled—I'll figure it out after a few more tastes."
Misinterpreting my attempt to stop her as a jab at her skills, Lilian huffed indignantly and yanked the object in her hand straight to her mouth.
I instinctively leaned in closer, following her pull. No, let go! But admitting it's my dick feels impossible too!
While I floundered for words, Lilian didn't wait—she took the tip of my cock into her mouth.
'Hngh...!'
I clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle the involuntary groan.
Thanks to the side effects of Lust Absorption, I sometimes visit brothels. Not always the same one—I mix it up (all legal establishments, of course). One specialized in oral only, no full service—just blowjobs.
Even without penetration, it still counted as sex, so I tried it out. I picked a girl at random and got serviced. She was a snakekin beastwoman—didn't look too obviously non-human, but her tongue was longer than a human's and incredibly flexible. It was the best blowjob I'd ever had.
Other places offered oral during acts, but none matched that one.
But right now, this moment with Lilian tasting my dick—it blew every previous blowjob out of the water with its intensity.
She wasn't even intending a blowjob; she was just probing the "ingredient" with her tongue, single-mindedly exploring without mercy for male climax. She rolled my glans around on her tongue like candy, relentless.
The silver lining? She only had the tip—the glans—in her mouth. If she'd gone deeper, she'd have felt the shaft, but since she was just sampling the head, she hadn't noticed it wasn't the sausage anymore.
Then she sniffed lightly to catch the scent, and in a panic, I snatched the sausage from the tray and held it near her nose. Her sniffing settled down as the misleading smell took over.
Logically, I should stop her—but something was broken inside me. Like when you're deep in Heat, I couldn't put on the brakes.
As her tongue kept gliding over my glans, it soon found an odd spot for a sausage. Licking the end, she noticed what felt like a hole?
'Is the end not tied properly? It's embarrassing that I didn't notice from the surface alone...'
*Slurp♥*
'Guh...!'
Before I could get used to the licking, her tongue circled the slit at my glans' tip—my urethra. Had she figured it out? Then suddenly, suction hit hard as she sucked powerfully on my glans. Unlike the surface teasing, this vacuum pull made a bit of precum leak from the tip.
As the precum flowed, her frantic tongue swept it up, licking it clean and swallowing it down.
'A slight sweetness with a fishy tang... More like a seafood sausage than meat?'
Swallowing her pride a bit, she sucked harder, drawing out more "juices" from the poorly tied end to identify the sausage.
Embarrassing, but it seemed like a type she'd never tasted. Maybe one mixed in with the recent deliveries? With the labyrinth mutation bringing new ingredients, it had to be from that batch.
Annoyed, she considered biting into it and lightly grazed her teeth over the springy flesh.
'...!'
She teased the unusually resilient sausage not just with her tongue but the tips of her teeth. Then it started to quiver slightly, like it was vibrating.
'What...? Oh, right, Ian's holding it. Must be tiring for his arm.'
Regretfully unable to identify it, she sucked harder one more time. This drew out even more "juice" from the tip.
What frustrated her most was how good it tasted. Like her body instinctively craved it? The faint saltiness was a flaw for a sausage, but... probably because she'd been licking the outside. The second taste was less salty than the first.
Still, the juices soaked into it were exquisite. A light fishiness was the only downside, but it suited her palate perfectly.
With a strange sense of reluctance, she pulled away from the sausage—only for a sudden commotion to erupt.
"I-I'm just gonna hit the bathroom real quick!"
With that, the door flew open, and Ian's presence vanished. Ah, was that why the sausage in his hand started twitching? He should've just said so...
Waiting for Ian to return from the bathroom, she lifted her blindfold just a peek—and spotted the lonely sausage left on the tray.
She tapped the tray twice, and it disappeared. She'd check her personal fridge later and eat it properly. And oddly, unlike before, the casing felt properly tied this time.
I'd bolted out claiming a bathroom break, but obviously, that wasn't the goal.
Lilian's final hard suck had pushed me over—enough precum had leaked that my dick was at its limit. Unable to confess the truth, I gripped it and rushed out the door.
I yanked open the first door I saw, but it wasn't the bathroom—it was another storage room for processed ingredients.
No time to hunt for the toilet now. Overwhelmed by an unprecedented urge, I whipped out my throbbing cock and started stroking furiously.
Already on the edge, a few pumps brought climax rushing in. Only then did I realize there was no tissue—I scanned around and grabbed an empty cup, cumming into it.
My head cleared a bit. I'd unintentionally gotten what amounted to a blowjob from Lilian! How did she not notice? Could Lust Absorption's effect—enhanced semen taste and scent—apply to the dick itself?
Otherwise, with her sensitive palate, she'd have caught on... Who knows. Better to bury this secret deep. That state felt just like being under a Heat status ailment. I checked for system messages, but no alerts.
I grabbed the cum-filled cup to head out, but worried about running into Lilian, I set it on a nearby shelf first. Cracking the door, I confirmed the coast was clear.
Turning back for the cup... it was gone.
"What? Where'd it go?"
The cup I'd just set down had vanished. No dropping sound. Did it roll somewhere?
I searched around, but no cup. Maybe this storage room has auto-cleaning? Treating my cum as trash and sucking it away or something.
Giving up, I stepped out and headed back to where Lilian waited, fretting if she'd sensed anything off.
"I'm back, Lilian..."
What I walked into was Lilian—blindfold still on—sipping liquid from that all-too-familiar cup.