The Suspect Past Meets the Breast Milking Streamer in Real Life
“Chuuup~ Chuuup~ Uhm, uuuum…♡ Chwaap♡”
Eun licked and sucked my cock with all her heart, cleaning it thoroughly. A little leftover precum slipped coolly out past her lips, and my cock, previously a mess of her juices, became spotless in an instant.
Haah… good… but what now?
She had cleaned my cock with gusto, but now I was at a loss for words. Should I say thank you? After all, it’s not like videos or porn have a follow-up.
“Haah…♡ Really, you came a lot, oppa…”
While I caught my breath quietly, Eun stroked my leftover semen smeared across my chin, chest, and belly with trembling fingers.
“Even though I came multiple times today, it’s so thick and abundant… it’s amazing.”
“It’s because your pussy felt really good.”
Eun’s pussy had felt incredibly pleasurable whether I was inside her or pulling out—tight, slick, and so good I couldn’t stop thrusting no matter how hard I tried.
I was a little too reckless and almost came inside her. Good thing I held back.
“If I’d filled your pussy completely, you might have actually gotten pregnant…”
At the same time I relaxed, thinking I’d pulled out in time, Eun gathered the sticky clump of semen on her chest with a sigh.
Her reaction was a little different from the one I’d expected after I came on her.
“Huum, chwaap♡”
In the end, she took it into her mouth and swallowed the same way.
“You felt good too?”
“I really thought I was going to die… I was that happy.”
When I asked casually, Eun touched her lower belly, still feeling the afterglow, and answered.
“I did like the cock, but I was a little doubtful about sex itself. I mean, is it really that good?”
“Was it?”
When I thought about it, she had been very proactive about sucking my cock, yet somehow there was an atmosphere of “doing it” in the sex itself. Did she not really enjoy sex?
“But with you, oppa, it wasn’t sex as I knew it…”
Just thinking about it made Eun shiver with an eerie feeling.
“When your thick, big cock stretched my pussy and thrust wildly inside me, it felt so good that my vision sparkled with every movement…”
“I-I see…”
I had worried for a moment that I might have been too rough because of my excitement and made her feel good only, but Eun seemed to have felt extraordinarily pleasurable in a normal way. The detailed description made me feel a little embarrassed.
“I’ll cancel the word ‘masochist’ too. You’re definitely not that kind of person. I mean…”
And I also canceled the question I’d asked her earlier about whether she was a masochist,
“You’re a sex king!!”
I gave her the title of sex king.
“…Is it praise?”
“It is praise!!”
“Yeah. Thank you.”
It wasn’t that I disliked it, but I thought the title might be too much for me, who had just graduated from pitying.
“Anyway, it was amazing… too amazing for me to do with you…”
She hesitated, then closed her mouth.
“A-ah, from now on…”
“From now on?”
“From now on, if you’ll have me, I’d like to have sex with you every time you want. I’ll keep having sex with you steadily…”
And she looked at me shyly, as if confessing, and said she wanted to keep having sex with me.
“And while we’re at it, I’d also like to get to know each other better, like that.”
Eun, blushing with a different feeling than excitement, muttered,
“If it’s too much trouble, I’m sorry! Even just having sex is fine!!”
Just like before, she pulled out at the very end. She seemed scared that I might have gone too deep and made her sore.
“…Shall we start with being friends?”
I looked at her with a slightly troubled feeling and suggested we start with friendship.
“Friends?”
“Or sex friends, something like that.”
“Ah, yes!! I like it!! Let’s do that!! Please take care!!”
Eun nodded vigorously, looking more than happy just with that. Her motion was like a happy puppy, which was fun.
At that moment, our relationship with Eun was roughly settled.
KRRRRK.
From my belly came a gurgling sound.
“By the way, I’m a little hungry too. I ate a lot of semen, though.”
Eun smiled and said she was hungry. When I thought about it, we hadn’t eaten dinner yet, and she had done vigorous exercise. It was natural for her belly to rumble.
“First, let’s order something to eat, huh?”
“Yes! I’ll pay. Which do you like—pizza or chicken?”
*
We ordered, ate a hearty meal, and sent Eun home (she had said she’d pay, but I felt embarrassed to let a kid eat for free, so I paid half). Then I collapsed onto the bed.
“Satisfied…”
It was the first time I felt such pleasurable and drowsy sensation. Maybe when your sexual desire and appetite are perfectly satisfied, this is what it feels like. If I closed my eyes, I could probably sleep right here.
“…Eun was really cute.”
Since it would be a shame to sleep right away, I looked back at today’s Eun.
Her actions at the end had an obvious attraction and romantic feeling that even I, who had no relationship experience, could sense. She was the kind of girl who couldn’t help wanting to date me.
Yet because she felt she wasn’t good enough, she kept saying it was okay if it was too much of a burden, which made me feel a little sorry and also cute. I even felt a sense of familiarity and the urge to hug her tightly.
I honestly thought I should date her. After all, I had been the one who felt attraction to Eun first.
But there were plenty of women in this world. I had even made a reservation with Boyang for tomorrow.
It would be better to start as friends first, then as sex friends, rather than jumping to conclusions. Then gradually get to know each other and decide. Eun had happily accepted.
…Is this what they call “managing the barn”?
I, who had been a virgin until yesterday, was boldly doing this.
No, cold as it sounds, dating right after one time is weird… Anyway, I should enjoy this world first. So far I’ve only been getting the short end of the stick with my big cock. Yeah.
With that conclusion, I suddenly remembered the fact I had pushed to the back of my consciousness.
What happened to my past in this world?
It was the past of my, no, exactly of “me in this world.”
I would still be me, but I was worried about how I had lived in this world. It wasn’t just that I had been dumped here alone; I had a house and money here.
The simplest way to find out who I am… is family, right?
I decided to ask my only family left in this world, my sister, who I am. I would call her suddenly and ask, but it would be fastest.
“…Huh?”
While I searched through my phone contacts to call my sister, I realized something shocking.
“It’s not there?”
It wasn’t. My sister’s number was gone.
My sister and I had become distant because we were both busy lately, but we hadn’t broken off to the point of deleting each other’s numbers. We were actually on good terms. Even if not often, we contacted each other at least once or twice a month.
“…I remember the number though.”
I dialed her number anyway.
“Hello?”
The voice from the other end of the phone was my familiar sister’s.
“Ah, sis.”
“……”
But there was only the sound of her swallowing without answering when I called.
Beep.
“? Sis? Uh, what?”
It cut off.
I thought maybe I had made a mistake and redialed, but this time it didn’t even ring.
“…What the hell?”
Maybe the number was the same but it was someone else. But the voice had sounded exactly like her sister’s. I was confused, but it seemed pointless to call again.
What had “I in this world” done to make his relationship with my sister so bad? A chill ran through me.
My sister was a busybody, but she was kind and took good care of me. She was a great sister. Especially when our parents died at the same time. I don’t know how I would have survived without her.
Being almost completely estranged from such a sister could only mean something terrible had happened.
“…Even if I worry, I won’t find out.”
I decided to leave a message on her number. Something like, “You must have hit your head hard and forgotten who I am, so please help.”
“Will she reply? It’s such a stupid message that she might actually help.”
Even I laughed as I sent it, but it would be much more believable than saying “I’m me from another world and I don’t know who my old self is.”
Then what’s left is…
While I was pondering how to confirm how I had lived in this world besides contacting my sister, I suddenly looked at the bookshelf.
There was a high-school graduation album that I had only flipped through once on graduation day and never touched since. It was sticking out like a doorstop.
Maybe there’s some information here I can refer to?
I pulled out the album and unfolded it on the bed.
Maybe because of my big cock I had lived a hugely popular high-school life in the opposite direction from the past. Hoping for that, I looked for me in the class photo.
“Eh?”
Among the students sitting in three rows, I wasn’t there.
“Different class…? …Ah.”
I found me in the top right corner.
I was alone in a small circle. My face from high-school days looked dark and gloomy, as if everything in the world had ended.
“……”
At that point, I was too scared to look anymore and closed the album, putting it back.
What happened to “me in this world”… how did I live?
It seemed I had become even more of a loner in human relationships.
*
No matter how anxious I was, time passed and tomorrow came.
Did I come too early?
Today I was dressed properly (even though it was just plain t-shirt and shorts). I sat in the corner room at the Room Cafe waiting for Boyang.
There were still many things bothering me and unresolved, but promises were promises. I wanted to see Boyang in person, and if possible, I wanted to do it.
While I waited, someone stopped beyond the curtain. At the same time, a message came through the YouTube app.
[Is this Room 19?]
[Yes, it is]
Boyang, who confirmed the room number by message, opened the curtain and came in.
“E-excuse me.”
The first impression I got when I actually saw Boyang for the first time was,
Whoa, she’s huge…!!
Just that she was big.