Suck My Pussy
There was also the fact that I didn't want to look weak in front of her. I had no intention of being led around at her whim from here on out. Going wide-eyed at every last one of these demands was, from now on, strictly off-limits.
"So... what am I supposed to start with...?"
At my question, she seized my hand with a burst of giddy energy and yanked me hard toward her. My body, light as a feather, went sliding helplessly in her direction.
"O-over here. Come over here, unnie."
Watching her stumble over her own words — so unlike her — I had the passing thought that even my past self probably wouldn't have done something like this. But what did that matter now?
I'd already accepted her proposal. I had neither the desire nor the courage to dump cold water on her when she was this excited. And I wasn't even upset that she'd lied to me. Whatever bad feelings there might have been, the good ones outweighed them by far.
The time my past self had spent with her must have been unimaginably long — and the thought that I had surpassed all of that in a single day was more than enough to fill me with a sweet, swelling sense of superiority.
We were both smiling, for entirely different reasons, when she reached out, caught the back of my head, and pulled me toward her crotch.
"Ugh!"
I'd expected it, but the smell of her pussy was far more potent than I'd imagined — so intense it made my head swim. It wasn't that it was foul, or that it stank. Honestly, I couldn't even pin down a proper definition for the scent. I'd only ever known smells that were spicy, or sweet, or bitter. This was something else entirely — an unknown odor I'd never encountered in my life. I couldn't put my finger on how to describe it, no matter how I tried.
"I don't know how to describe this smell, unnie."
"H-how did you—?"
Did she have the ability to read other people's thoughts? I stared at her in astonishment, and she let out a light little laugh before explaining.
"I can tell everything just from looking at unnie's face. Anyway, as for what to call this smell..."
The hand cupped around the back of my skull tightened. She shoved my face forward until my nose was pressed flush against her pussy. It was like holding a menthol patch right up to my nostrils and breathing in. My nose went numb, and my head started to spin hard enough to hurt.
"This is called pussy smell. Repeat after me. Puss. Y. Smell."
"Puss... y-smell..."
"Hehe. Not puss-y smell. Pussy. Smell."
"Pussy... smell..."
Pussy smell. I'd never heard the expression in my life, but it had a sticky, addictive quality — the kind of phrase that clung to the inside of your mouth.
"Pussy... pussy..."
I was still murmuring that strange, strangely intoxicating word under my breath when her next question dropped on me.
"Mm. Unnie. So how do you like my pussy smell?"
The smell... the smell, huh...
"I don't know... it's just intense... but I don't hate it..."
She might have taken that as a brush-off, or thought I was being halfhearted about it, but that really was the whole of what I felt. I wanted to give her a better answer — I just had no idea what words to reach for. Asking a complete idiot to describe something was simply too cruel.
"I'm glad you don't hate it. You're going to be smelling a lot of my pussy from now on, so it's a relief it suits your tastes. Anything that bothers you?"
"Water keeps getting in my nose. It stings..."
The instant my nose touched her pussy, wetness welled up in what had already been soaked, and it hurt. I'd been wanting to say something about it; I was grateful she'd given me the opening.
"That's not water. It's love juice — a fluid that comes out when you look at someone you love."
"Th-there's something like that?"
I'd never heard of such a thing in my life, and I couldn't hide my amazement. A liquid that appeared just from looking at the person you loved — how could a human body be this mysterious?
"Want to taste it?"
My eyes were locked on her crotch, and for a split second I could have sworn her pussy had spoken. She eased her grip on the back of my head as she said it. I was finally able to move, and though I was still close enough to smell her, I put enough distance between us to take in the whole of her pussy at once.
Nestled in a pair of softly protruding folds, like little wings, was a single pink hole, and pooled inside it was the transparent dew she'd called love juice.
...It would have been a considerable insult to say so out loud, but honestly, it did not look like something I wanted to eat. I felt as though I were being asked to swallow spoiled abalone.
"You don't want to eat it, unnie?"
"Yeah..."
There was no way someone as sharp-eyed as her would miss me squirming in front of her. She seemed a little hurt by my reaction. Should I have at least told a white lie, for her sake? But I didn't want to lie...
"I'm sorry, though — there actually wasn't a choice. It's all unnie's fault, so unnie has to take care of it. Right?"
"W-why is this my fault..."
"Of course it's unnie's fault. Unnie's so fucking hot I can barely stand it — I want to pound you so bad that's why this is happening. It's because unnie's too pretty, so clean it up nicely with your tongue. Why would a beauty ever be tired? This is why."
I didn't know the exact meaning of phrases like so fucking hot and pound you so bad, but the fact that she wanted me that much came through loud and clear. And the more I listened, the harder it became to argue that I was entirely blameless. It was true, after all, that I was the reason she'd ended up like this.
Of course, being the cause wasn't by itself a reason I had to clean her juices with my tongue...
"The old unnie used to do it, though..."
I couldn't just let that slide — the way she kept measuring me against my past self.
"Ugh... I'll do it, okay? Just stop bringing up my past self!"
"Okay. Then please clean it, unnie."
I'd gotten what I asked for, clear and unambiguous. She murmured her agreement and spread herself open with her fingers, and the juices overflowing from the hole began to trickle slowly down the cleft between her cheeks. They beaded against her asshole and were a breath away from soaking into the blanket when I put out my tongue and swept them up from her ass, following the groove all the way back. I could have just let them soak into the sheets, but the moment the thought of cleaning her juices took hold, my body moved on its own. You shouldn't play around with food, after all.
"Haa... that feels good..."
Her juices were thick enough to cling to the back of my throat, and sharply sour. It was the smell of her pussy, translated into taste.
"Haa... unnie, this hole where the juices pool is called the vaginal hole, or the pussy hole. Put your tongue in here and clean it out thoroughly. I won't let you drink my pee until you do."
"F-fine... slurp... just don't rush me."
Right — I was supposed to drink her pee today. I'd been so absorbed in the juices I'd completely forgotten. Between the overpowering pussy smell, the viscous slick filling my mouth, and the mental shock of it all, a sudden dizziness rang through my skull.
I'd thought I could just close my eyes and endure a few seconds. Of course the process itself was the problem. It wasn't as if I even wanted to drink her pee, and yet even that was this hard — the strength drained out of my body in a rush.
Still, I didn't want to drag this out. If I kept breathing in her pussy smell any longer, I was genuinely afraid something in my head would break.
I held my breath as best I could and shoved my tongue hard into her pussy hole.
"Haa... u-unnie..."
I could feel her hole trembling, the shudder traveling up through my tongue. I pushed in all the way to the root, and the juices that had been pooled inside her came flooding into my mouth in a single gush.
"Cough— cough!Hack, hack!"
There was so much of it I nearly choked. I spat out everything I'd been holding in my mouth.
"Haa... unnie."
She said the same words as before, but the same words did not mean the same thing.
"S-sorry... I-I'll do it properly this time..."
I wasn't entirely sure why I was the one apologizing, but I couldn't bring myself to meet the look in her eyes — that faintly contemptuous stare, as if she found me pathetic.
The juices I'd coughed up had splattered in every direction. I started by licking her thighs and hips clean of everything that had landed there.
"Haa... that's good, unnie."
Cleaning up what I'd spat out first must have been the right call, because she stroked my hair, gentle. I'd been sulking only a moment ago, and now her praise lifted my mood in spite of myself.
Determined not to mess it up this time, I pointed my tongue and drove it into her pussy hole in a single stroke.
"Ugh. Cough... hh..."
I'd honestly thought there wouldn't be much this time. A huge amount had already poured into my mouth once; I'd assumed there couldn't be much left. That was giving myself far too much credit. Compared to before, there was as much as there had been — if not more — and I nearly choked all over again. The rims of my eyes started to burn. I barely managed to swallow the juices filling my mouth, and tears welled up.
"Why... why?"
It was a stupid question — I hadn't even said what I was asking — but there was no way she wouldn't understand. She kept stroking my hair as she explained.
"Because I like unnie so much. Because unnie's mouth-pussy feels so incredible."
"H-how long is this going to keep coming...?"
"I don't know either. So don't go touching the wrong places — just clean up the juices, okay? While we're at it, shall I teach you how to suck pussy?"