Niar (1)
Nia, suddenly drenched in semen, floundered in confusion, still unable to grasp what had just happened.
Even she, though, seemed to realize that I had just climaxed—and that she was the cause. Color flooded her face in a rush of heat. She thrashed, her posture collapsing in panic, until she toppled forward and crashed into me as if falling into my arms.
Even after that sudden, explosive release, my cock was still rock-hard. It slapped against the belly of the girl now clinging to me, tapping insistently. Startled, she tried to scramble away—but the soap slicked over my entire body made her slip instead. All she managed was to grind against me, unable to get properly back on her feet.
"N-Nauh, nahh!?"
Nia made a strange little sound and somehow managed to pull free. Still, her dazed eyes locked onto my cock, which continued to throb and flaunt its presence. She stroked the belly it had just been battering, her expression oddly complicated.
"C-Cali, don't tell me just now you…"
"Sorry. When you touch me like that, it's hard to hold back."
"Th-that's… I mean… hiiik!?"
She couldn't even finish a proper explanation, flinching at every twitch of my cock. Until a moment ago she had probably written the erection off as a simple physiological reaction—but the second she made me come with her own body, she must have realized something was off. And then that same cock had knocked against her stomach. No wonder her head was spinning.
Fucking hell.
My head wasn't exactly clear either. After coming, a man was supposed to crash into post-nut clarity and go soft. But watching the whole sequence with my eyes—and feeling it with my cock—had already vaporized any trace of that clarity. I was starting to lose control myself.
"This time, I'll wash you."
"W-what!?"
Nia flailed in a gesture of refusal, but couldn't seem to find a solid reason to object. She ended up nodding reluctantly. I took a soaped-up towel and began working it over her body.
"Nnh…♡"
I wiped her down in a mostly ordinary way—then, under the pretense of cleaning between her legs, I slipped my hand in and felt around. She was already slick and sticky with arousal. The earlier scene had clearly filled her head with the same filthy mood.
My turn to return the favor, then.
She might not have meant it that way, but the truth was I'd just gotten a handjob from Nia. Wasn't it only fair that I make her feel good with my hands too? And if I got a little something out of it for myself along the way—well.
"This part's pretty sensitive, so I'll use my hands…?"
"Eh… you really don't have to!"
"It's tucked in, see? I have to clean it properly."
"Th-that's…! Ahhnn!?"
As I spoke, I began kneading and massaging her left breast. Then a thought struck me. Pretending to wipe her face, I scooped up some of my own semen, then pushed it into the recessed hollow of her inverted nipple—marking her with my scent.
"Haaut♡ Hauuunn♡"
"Huu… huu…"
I packed the inside of her inverted nipple full of semen instead of soapy water and worked it with slow, squelching pressure. The slippery sensation made Nia tip her head back and let out lewd little moans. Whether it was the dirty thoughts crowding her mind, or the long, miserable stretch of time we'd spent together when she was wrapped in bandages—her chest was starting to take my touch as pure pleasure.
"Have to pull out what's hiding in there and wash it properly."
"Hat♡ W-wait a second…! Hauuut!?"
Her face melted into an expression of pure bliss. I was probably the only one who ever got to see Nia look like that. Watching her pant and drown in pleasure that only I knew about made me so happy I pressed harder. I tugged and tormented her nipples as if trying to drag them out from inside her sunken breasts. Bit by bit, they began to firm up, reclaiming their confidence. Every time I pressed around the areola they popped free; every time I let go they sank back in—like a cock of a nipple fucking the onahole of an areola for its own pleasure.
"Hak♡ Haahk♡ Hwaaaahk!?"
As the sensation climbed toward climax, Nia shook her head wildly, tears spilling over—but seeing that was never going to make me stop abusing her nipples. In the end her face went completely stupid, her hips trembling as she started to come.
"Oook♡ Kgoooook!? Hwoooook♡"
She looked utterly blissed out. Climaxing from my hands while her nipples were marked thick with my semen—it was a picture. I stared, entranced.
"Haang…♡ Hwaang♡"
Sploosh…!
She must have felt so good that even the urine she'd been holding back spilled free, stretching the orgasm out further. The warm wetness against my leg, pressed as close as we were, was hardly pleasant—but the fact that the pleasure had broken her control enough to burst her bladder was so goddamn hot I barely cared. The way she lay there making faint little sounds, wrecked by that climax, was burned into my mind.
"Did that feel good?"
"……"
The look she gave me in silence was no longer about enduring embarrassment. Something in it had gone fully female, fully animal. And the nipples that moments ago had been trapped inside her breasts now stood proudly erect, restored to ordinary shape. As if they'd never been inverted at all—bold and lewd and beautiful to look at.
"…Cali."
The second Nia recovered even a scrap of her wits, she called my name and turned on the water. The soap that had been wrapping us both began to melt away. Our naked bodies, now starkly visible, made the dangerous situation we were in impossible to ignore.
"…Will you wash my hair?"
She said it, pressed the soap into my hands—and immediately buried her face against my groin. She brought herself right up to my cock, as if that had been the plan all along, and started breathing hard against it. By now she was using the excuse of washing as cover to throw herself into something filthy.
"Yeah… don't open your eyes."
I worked up a lather in her hair and began washing it slowly. At the same time, Nia took my cock into her mouth and started teasing the head with the soft, wet press of her tongue. This wasn't ignorance anymore. This was her deliberately trying to make me feel good—or simply wanting to taste me.
"Ugh…!"
"Habuup…♡ Uumm…♡"
Nia's hair was on the long side for a boy, but short enough for a girl that soaping it wasn't difficult. I was definitely washing her hair… and yet—
"Eub!? Ueup! Eup…!"
By the time I came back to myself, I was gripping her foamy hair and the back of her head, using her mouth like an onahole without restraint. It no longer felt like washing her hair. It felt like using her head as a handle.
"Huep…! Heup!"
"Ueup! Eup! Eung♡ Uueup!"
Brrrrrt!
I drove my cock as deep into her throat as it would go—and pumped a thick load of semen past it, marking the inside of her body with my scent once more.
"Hwaa, huuung…♡"
Nia, still unable to open her eyes properly because of the soap, waited for me in a daze with semen drooling from her lips. I took my time enjoying the view, then finished washing her hair and brought the whole thing to a close.
We left the thoroughly wrecked bath behind, cleaned ourselves up as best we could, and returned to our separate beds. Up until a moment ago the mood had been one of mutual runaway heat and lewd service. But that had never been the original plan—and now that it was over, a strange awkwardness began to settle in. The dorm room suddenly felt unbearably cold.
"Nia…"
"…Yeah."
"I feel kind of bad."
"……"
The two of us just sat there for a long time on our separate beds, staring at each other in silence. The awkward current between us stretched on and on. And the real kicker? My cock was still hard.
"Pff…!"
"Hm?"
"Pwahahaha…! God, what are we even doing?"
Apparently the endless awkwardness finally struck Nia as funny. She burst out laughing, grabbed her pillow, and stood up from her bed. Then she charged over to mine, flopped down in the cramped space beside me, and pressed herself tight against my side.
What the hell is she doing all of a sudden!?
"Hehehe…"
"W-what's with you!?"
"It's just funny. We got so into all that dirty stuff a second ago—and now you're suddenly this embarrassed."
"Well, yeah, but…"
We'd gone into the bath under the pretense of just two friends washing up, and then crossed every line there was. Of course it was embarrassing. It felt like we'd completely lost to lust.
"Whatever. I'll just own it."
"Huh…?"
"That the dirty stuff felt good. And that if it felt that good, then yeah—I like Cali. I'm going to admit both of those things, clean and simple."
"Uh, uh?"
Nia hooked her sticky crotch around my leg and nestled into me. My cock, pressing in close, seemed to find the warmth comforting and only pushed tighter against her. What exactly was she trying to—
"Is it okay if we sleep like this every night?"
"W-what!?"
"Sleeping in the same bed as someone… that's one of the things I've always wanted to try. If you say no, Cali, I won't."
"That's…"
She was smiling with a sly, almost scheming look that was completely unlike her usual self—her real intentions written all over her face. I could tell immediately this wasn't as innocent as it sounded. But she was too attractive right then for me to refuse. All I could do was nod.