Masturbation Forbidden!
"I don't know either. So stop touching everything else and just clean up the juices, okay? Should I take this chance to teach you how to eat pussy? It's a lady's refinement, you know."
"...A lady's refinement?"
"Yes. You might not know this yet, Unnie, but it actually feels really good."
It feels good, huh...
The flush coloring her face certainly didn't look like pain. If anything, it was the look of someone being wound tighter and tighter by pleasure.
"And it seems like you don't remember very well..."
She let the words hang in a high, nasal lilt, then whispered the rest in a low voice.
"We're getting married soon, you know."
"M-married...?"
"Yes, Unnie. Within six months at the latest, we're going to get married. We'll stamp the marriage contract and become a proper married couple — so how can we not even manage something like this?"
"Uh... uh..."
I still hadn't even recovered my own memories. The reality she was laying out was too much to take in, and the words wouldn't come.
"C-can two women even g-get married...?"
I barely clawed back enough reason to ask the most practical question I could think of, but the sheer confidence on her face sent a chill down my spine.
"That's exactly why I started the company, and the law's going to change soon. There are more than a few high-ranking people who've taken my dirty money. Sure, there'll be a little pushback at first, but PC culture, homosexuality, feminism — those are all the rage these days, aren't they? Even America, Korea's father country, has more or less given up. Thanks to them raising the white flag first, we get to ride in for free. Of course, there's the birthrate problem, but... well, it's not like we have to take responsibility for the next generation."
She launched into the explanation with such passion that spit was flying, clearly delighted with her own accomplishments — but I didn't understand a single word of it.
PC? Like a computer?
Feminism? Is that a new perfume?
She must have picked up on something from my vacant stare, because she let out a sigh and stopped explaining.
"...You don't need to understand, Unnie. It's too hard for you. You just..."
She didn't finish with her mouth.
She pulled the back of my head toward her pussy once more. My tongue slipped into her hole on reflex, and juices that had already refilled in the meantime — sticky, tart — slapped against the back of my throat.
"...You just need to practice making me happy. Then I'll take care of you for the rest of your life. I'll buy you everything you want, let you eat everything you crave, and raise you so preciously not a drop of water will touch your hands. Simply put..."
With her other hand, she gave the nipple at the tip of my breast a light pinch. A pleasant current ran through it the instant her fingertips made contact. What is this... it feels good...
"Nnh..."
"...You just have to sell me that pretty body of yours. I'll pay a high price for it. When I'm in a bad mood, you put on a little show with that filthy body, and when my needs pile up, you work your heart out to relieve them. That's all."
"You give something, you get something. Isn't that how it works?"
"I-I guess so..."
"...That's a promise. Break it and you're getting punished."
"......Okay."
I said I understood, but the truth was I hadn't really heard what she was saying. The pleasure climbing from my nipple drowned everything else out.
Had she been feeling this same thing? Every time she gave my nipple a little pinch, my hips trembled, and I couldn't keep my mouth shut — it felt that good. Drool leaked from between my parted lips. I didn't want her to see me looking this vulgar. It just felt so good.
Juices.
I could feel that liquid they said came out when you were with someone you loved, flowing from between my own legs. Did that mean I loved her too? I didn't seem to have any particularly good feelings about her, or bad ones either — but my body, unlike my heart, was welcoming her in.
"...And can't you at least take care of this much on your own? Before you lost your memories, Unnie, you used to do all of this without me even having to say a word..."
"M-my memories..."
"What about your memories."
"N-never mind... I think I was wrong... I'll do whatever you tell me..."
An unexplainable surge of emotion rose all the way to my throat at her words, but for some reason I couldn't remember why I'd lost my memories in the first place. I was pretty sure I'd still had them this morning...
"O-okay, so... c-could you touch me here a little...?"
I didn't want to think depressing thoughts. My already exhausted body was growing even more listless. I wanted to feel that good thing from a moment ago again.
"...Come here."
She spread her thighs wide. I pushed my face in between them.
Just as my tongue was about to slip into her hole again, she reached out and stopped me.
"I want to pee first, Unnie. I can't hold it anymore. See this little hole?"
"Yeah..."
I followed her fingertip and found a small opening. I knew what that hole was for.
"This is the pee hole. Put your mouth on it, Unnie."
I parted my lips a little and pressed a soft kiss to her pee hole. This mouth of mine hadn't been made to kiss a place like that...
"Haa... I can't hold it. I really can't..."
Just as she'd said, I could feel the pee hole pressed against my tongue trembling. I hadn't meant to, but the instant my tongue grazed it, the hole opened wide, and her scalding piss began rapidly filling my mouth.
"Ugh. Ghk!"
"Haa... you're filling up with me..."
The piss filled my mouth on a scale that juices couldn't even begin to compare to. Swallowing all of it looked impossible, so I tried to pull my head away — but her legs had already crossed behind me, clamping down hard on the back of my skull so I couldn't escape.
"Mmph! Glrk..."
My jaw, which had been only slightly open, was forced wide by her thighs, and there wasn't so much as a sliver of space left between my mouth and her pussy. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair tickled my nose, and the piss I couldn't swallow in time surged back out through my nostrils. Then her hand sealed those off too, and I had no choice but to gulp down her urine for all I was worth, just to keep from suffocating.
How long did I go without a breath, taking in her piss like that?
"Haa... fuck... so damn good... should've... done this... from the start... hah... the hair... around your mouth... look at that... so fucking... hot... seriously..."
Her feverish panting dug into my ears, and the legs locked around my neck gradually went slack. She seemed to have gotten a little rougher, her emotions riding so high — but my head was so full of her urine that I couldn't think straight. I felt hazy, like I'd just woken up.
And, as should go without saying, her piss was a taste I wanted as little of as possible. I felt like the smell of it was coming off my own body.
I was clutching my churning, burning stomach when she came over to me. She grabbed my hair and used it like a towel, wiping even the last drops clinging to her pee hole, then pulled me into a fierce embrace.
"I love you, Unnie. I really, really love you. I like you so much... I love you, I mean it. I could die right now and I'd be okay with it."
She must have known how close I'd come to dying, because she clung to me and started pouring out affection like a madwoman. She licked my cheeks, bit my ears, pulled my tongue out with her fingers and sucked on it, and licked my armpits in a frenzy.
All of it felt good, but the best thing by far was when she set her nails and lightly scratched the tips of my nipples. It felt so good my whole body trembled. I found myself thinking it would be nice if she scratched my nipples for the rest of my life.
"Heh. Look how big Unnie's nipples have gotten. At this rate they're going to punch through your clothes. Your nipples really know how to speak up for themselves."
"D-don't say things like thaaat...! Hnngh!"
The gentle scratching turned, in an instant, into a hard pinch and twist. Sparks burst in front of my eyes, my hips bucked like a boat tossed on a rough wave, and it was only after I'd released something that was like pee but wasn't pee that I could finally still my body.
"Even with your memories gone, you still love having your nipples played with, huh."
"Nnh... I... I just..."
My head was floating — it felt so good I couldn't see — but her hands kept going, and it was agony. I didn't know how to put the feeling into words, so I just wriggled my fingers, and she dragged her slick tongue up over my nipple in a wet stripe, then taught me another piece of common knowledge.
"Yes, Unnie. At times like this, you say you came. That you went over the edge."
"Nh... nnh... I-I just caaame... s-so just a little... nngh!"
This time she set her teeth and chewed on my nipple, grinding it between them.
The pleasure blacked out my vision, and my hips jerked up and hit her lower abdomen. Her gaze dropped to my crotch, which had just struck her belly. Then her eyebrows curved into pretty half-moons.
"Unnie's pussy is soaking wet too."
She was right.
My pussy was soaked every bit as wet as hers. If anything, I seemed wetter. The moment her words drew my attention down there, a ticklish feeling bloomed.
I could feel my hole twitching, vividly, and a need rose up to put something inside it.
I felt like I finally understood why she'd wanted my tongue in her hole. I started moving my hand in secret, groping around to find the opening —
"Ah-ah-ah!"
"Kyaaah! Wh-why?!"
Her sudden scream nearly stopped my heart.
I looked at her resentfully, but she was looking at me just as sternly. As if this, of all things, was something she would never overlook — not even if she were dead and buried.
"Until we get married, masturbation — or any sexual activity — is absolutely forbidden! Ab-so-lute-ly not!"
I didn't really know what masturbation or sexual activity meant, but from context it seemed she was telling me not to put a tongue in a pussy and lick. It was a bolt from the blue.
"Why! Why not?!"
"Isn't it obvious? You have to stay a virgin until the wedding!"
It was absurd hearing someone who seemed the least likely person on earth to care about virginity start going on about purity. But what stung the most was this:
"Y-you did it! You l-let me lick you!"
"I accidentally broke my virginity in a moment of weakness, so I'm fine. Once it's broken, it doesn't come back. But Unnie, your body is still pure, so it's absolutely not allowed. And by virginity, I mean the presence of a hymen. If we check later and there's no hymen..."
Her face went cold at a terrifying speed. So cold that if you threw it into lava, the lava would freeze instead.
"...Honestly, I don't even know. I've never once considered the possibility that when we get married and check your hymen, you wouldn't be a virgin."