Armpit Cunt
I'd never been taught how to open my throat. I didn't even know it was something you could learn. But I opened it anyway, because I wanted to live. I didn't move my tongue to swallow the urine flooding my mouth. I left it still, opened only my airway, and rather than swallowing the piss down, I let it in. The way it vanished in a single rush—exactly like a toilet sucking everything down when you press the lever—startled even me. She looked more than a little startled herself.
She probably didn't know how to open a throat either. She'd just dumped it in without thinking. And then I, with my peculiar talent for the most perverse things, opened my throat as naturally as breathing. That, I think, was what threw her.
"I-it actually works...?"
Whatever I'd just done must have been genuinely difficult, because her eyes went round. But the surprise didn't last. A slow madness began to frost over those widened eyes.
"Haa... Unni really is a genius, isn't she. You're so smart, seriously... huh? So damn smart. How do you learn one thing and instantly figure out ten?"
"Ow—!"
If she was going to admire me, she could have just admired me. I had no idea why she had to pinch my cheek until it hurt. But this wasn't the first or second time she'd carried on like this, so it no longer shocked me much. And I understood perfectly well why she was making such a fuss, so I couldn't even scold her for it.
She expected nothing from me. It was a miserable feeling, but if anything, it was only natural. Who would expect anything from someone who could barely walk on her own? Expecting something would have been the strange part.
So she always operated on the assumption that I wouldn't be able to do it. If I dropped my spoon mid-meal and spilled rice on the floor, if I couldn't hold my pee and wet my pants—she never got angry. Because it was me. Because of course I would. Because unlike other people, I was inferior—physically, bodily, in every way.
Her expectations of me were so pitifully low that even when I acted like a child, I might get a scolding, but I'd actually been punished so few times I could count them on one hand.
You might think that was a good thing. It wasn't. If I'd done something wrong, I wanted to be punished for it. I wanted to raise her expectations of me, even a little. Which meant the situation I was in now was as good as an opportunity. A fleeting thought crossed my mind—was raising her expectations in this particular direction really the right call?—but I wasn't in a position to be picky.
"Did I... do good...?"
"Of course you did, Unni. You're so adorable I could die."
I asked her, hoping, and she answered without a second's hesitation, as if there was nothing even to ask. Even a casual listen told me it wasn't a lie. The obsessive shimmer in her eyes only confirmed it was the truth.
Unable to contain her overflowing excitement, she grabbed my head roughly and bent my neck back so I was looking at the ceiling. I didn't find it dirty, but from her perspective it had come from her own body—she had every reason to find it filthy. She didn't care in the slightest. With both hands she forced my cheeks apart, pried my mouth open, and shoved her tongue in deep.
"Haa... Unni... slurp... this is so fucking hot... you're so goddamn sexy... suck... this is why I lose my mind... haa... it's all Unni's fault... sssuck... Unni's so fucking hot I can't help it... haa... so I'm not the one at fault."
It wasn't a kiss that felt romantic, or beautiful like a scene from a romance film. It was closer to a one-sided violation. Her tongue, long as a snake, coiled around mine and squeezed, wringing the saliva out of me by force. She sucked on the inside of my cheek hard enough to leave it raw. It felt like even my soul was being sucked into her mouth. My mind went hazy, as if I were high. Just because the kiss was forceful didn't mean kissing her wasn't good. Kissing her was always intoxicating.
"Haa... your armpit, Unni."
"Hngh... nn... okay..."
She pulled her face away just long enough to catch her breath, then made her demand. I hurriedly hiked up my clothes and bared my armpit. I'd had this nagging feeling I was forgetting something—and I had been. Something important. The "common sense" that I always had to show her my armpits when we kissed. I'd forgotten it. I was about to throw away the points I'd worked so hard to earn, like an idiot.
God, I'm so stupid...!
"I-I'm sorry..."
"It's okay, Unni. Anyone can forget."
Still, I'd scored big by performing well as her mouth toilet. Even though she'd caught me on something she would normally have sneered at, she just smiled and let it go.
"Th-thank you..."
I hurriedly lifted my arm and bared my armpit. She buried her nose in the smooth, exposed hollow and inhaled roughly. I hadn't put water on my body since yesterday—it had to smell awful. I couldn't understand why she was doing this. What a vile fetish, I thought.
"I... I smell, though..."
"That smell is what gets me off. Do you have any idea how much your body reeks of female? Haa... armpit-cunt sweat is the best..."
"...What even is an 'armpit cunt'..."
Right. It was embarrassing, but having her love even a smell like this felt better than her saying it was dirty and she didn't want to smell it. So I let it go. Even if I couldn't understand her, I decided to enjoy this.
But she really did seem to have gone into heat. Her breathing showed no sign of settling. If anything, it only grew rougher—until
Riiip.
"H-Heejin?!"
She'd torn the chest of my silk nightdress clean open. The way my breasts just hung out through the ripped fabric was absurdly comical, and even more obscene than that. Even I could feel my face burning at how explicit it looked. There was no way she was going to hold back.
"Haa... this is so fucking hot... they say dumb bitches have big tits... I guess the old saying isn't wrong..."
As always, my ominous prediction wasn't wrong.
The last thread of reason she'd been clinging to finally snapped. Her eyes flashed with something savage. The fact that she wanted me this badly felt good—and then, looking at her, eyes completely gone, looking like a madwoman, I was afraid too. She was already someone whose thoughts I couldn't read. Now that she'd lost it entirely, there was nothing she could do that would surprise me anymore.
"Look at these tits, Unni. We always eat the same food, so why are Unni's tits the only ones this huge?"
"Ah—that hurts, Heejin..."
There she'd been, marveling at how good they looked because they were big, how amazing they felt to touch—and now she pinched my nipples like she was jealous, lifting both breasts upward. As her hands raised my chest, the skin that had been hidden beneath my breasts was laid bare before her eyes. I soon understood why she'd lifted them.
"Kyaaaaah!"
I hadn't had any water, but I'd taken in more than enough liquid of another kind—so a high, piercing scream tore out of me without any effort at all. The fold of skin had been sweating so much it was like I was getting a heat rash. When she lifted my breasts, a shameful smell beyond anything I could have imagined came flooding up.
One of the biggest reasons I'd wanted a shower was that a lewd smell kept rising off my body. And here was the source of it. The smell was so pungent it made me dizzy. I felt like I was going to lose my mind. If you took every smell my body produced and compressed it down, over and over, this is what you'd get.
"D-don't smell it. Y-you... idiot, you moron...!"
"Hnn... it just smells good, why are you like this. You're being so noisy, just stay still. I'm getting dizzy."
Steeling myself for a scolding, I reached out and tried to push her head away. She didn't budge. It was like shoving a boulder.
"G-get off... get off meee...!"
"Haa... Unni. Please stop."
This time, prepared to die, I made a fist and thumped her on the head. She still didn't move. My hand hurt more than anything, and tears sprang to my eyes. I felt an unspoken pressure in her sigh—she wasn't going to put up with this anymore. Only then did I stop resisting.
"Done resisting, Unni?"
"I-I wasn't resisting..."
"What do you mean you weren't. You were. And since you resisted, you have to be punished, don't you?"
The word punished made me dizzy for a second. I'd thought I'd crossed a line, but she'd seemed to be in such a good mood that I hadn't expected to actually be punished.
I don't want to. I don't want to be punished. I didn't want to suffer anymore.
"I-I'm sorry. Hic... j-just this once..."
She pressed a finger to my open mouth as I tried to beg for forgiveness, stopping me from speaking. Then, as if telling me not to worry, she soothed me and whispered quietly.
She let the last word trail off, then guided her head under my chest. She pinched the tips of my nipples again and lifted my breasts. Then, after carefully calculating the angle, she let go.
Both of my tits dropped right onto her face.
She settled my breasts over her face and, over and over, drew in a long, leisurely breath and let it out in perfect contentment. A happy smile on her lips, she murmured it softly.