Ep. 119: Kernax - Taming Rub-Rub
"Ngh, hng, haaah…."
Every time I spread my palm and moved it around, Kernax trembled and twitched.
"Mm. This should do it."
"Ughhh…."
I nodded in satisfaction, and Kernax covered her face with both hands, letting out a groan like she was about to die right there. Having surrendered to my secret weapon and handed over her pubic grooming to me, Kernax was now perched on the edge of the bathtub with her legs spread wide, grunting in frustration. For the record, her pussy and pubic hair were slathered in foam I'd worked up by rubbing vigorously—slick yet fluffy.
"Smith… could you finish this as quick as possible…?"
She peeked through her fingers, her voice squeezed out in mortified desperation, and I lightly scraped her clit with my fingertip.
"Eek…?! S-Smith!!"
Just a tiny graze, and her tightly clenched pussy pulsed, love juices trickling out in a steady stream. She lowered her hands a bit, glaring at me with eyes on the verge of tears. What can I say? It was the kind of face that made me want to torment her even more. But if I pushed it here, she might actually cry, so I decided to hold back.
"Ahem. Ready to start, then?"
"…Hurry up."
She shot me a pouty glare like Siron did when she was miffed, then covered her face again. I crouched down for a better view of her pussy and pubes, picking up the razor. For the record, they call it a "depilatory tool" here, but it looks exactly like a razor. Why does it exist? Women's underarm and leg hair removal, that's all I'll say. Oh, and men in this world don't grow much facial hair either. Thanks to it, I've had easy shaves. Anyway, razor in hand, I took a moment to admire Kernax's foam-soaked pubic mound before pressing down on her thigh.
"Ngh…."
Just pressing her thigh made her pussy twitch again. She was so hypersensitive, it was off the charts.
"You sure you're ready?"
"D-Didn't I say to do it!!"
"Ah, right."
She glared through the gap in her fingers. I nodded quietly and got to work. Starting with the strays poking out around her outer labia.
Scrape, scritch-scrape.
"Kuhhh…."
Clearly embarrassed, she shook her head wildly, moaning. I stole a glance at her swaying tits, then focused back down. With the outer labia neatly shaved, I gripped her groin and brought the razor to the thick bush on her mound. But simple trimming wasn't the goal—I extended my fingertip first, drawing a small shape on the foam-slick mound.
"Mm. Perfect."
"…I have no idea what you're doing, but hurry up…."
"Yeah, yeah."
I picked up the razor again, and she covered her face once more. Only then did I carefully start shaving.
Scrape, scrape, scritch.
"Ngh, hngh, ughhh…."
Each pass of the razor drew girlish whimpers from her as her hips jerked. In any other situation, I'd tease her for being so sensitive, but this demanded precision—I focused every nerve except my breathing on my eyes and hands, shaping her pubes meticulously. For a while, the bathroom echoed only with her lewd moans and the soft scrape of the blade.
"Phew… nice."
I'd been extra careful to preserve the shape, and the result was better than expected—satisfying.
"D-Done?"
She peeked out, and I nodded. Only then did she snap her thighs shut and drop her hands from her face.
"Seriously… I'm not doing this twice…."
"Sis."
"Ngh…."
She whipped her head away, clearly sulking, but flinched at "sis," turning back with a flushed face.
"That's… not fair…."
"Should I stop?"
"…."
She glanced downward, slowly shaking her head. Siron and Kernax were both this cute when it was just us.
"Alright, rinse off and let's head out. Sis."
"Seriously…."
I teased her with "sis" again, and she sighed shortly before stepping down from the tub. We moved to the shower, turning on the hot water—and that's when it happened, as she rubbed her body.
"S… Smith?"
"Huh?"
She called me like she'd seen something unbelievable.
"Wh-What is… this…?"
"Hm?"
She spun around, covering her pubic mound with both hands, staring at me with trembling eyes. I smiled contentedly at the neatly trimmed heart-shaped pubes.
"Looks even prettier up close. Nice, right?"
"N-Nice?! Th-This is not nice at all!!"
She flailed her hands, yelling.
"I thought you'd just shave it clean… what is this?! If Rina or the others see me like this…!!"
Her shaking eyes darted to the razor on the tub edge.
"This… no. Absolutely not. Smith!!"
As she tried to push past me toward the tub, I blocked her, hugging her tight and pinning her to the wall. She could shove me off easily if she wanted, but she just stood trapped in my arms, mouth opening and closing. Our breaths mingled at kissing distance. I leaned in slowly to her quivering gaze, pressing my lips to her half-parted ones.
"Mm…."
She closed her eyes softly to hide her trembling, accepting my kiss. A light, lingering lip-lock. Noses touching, I prodded her belly with my rock-hard cock.
"I like it."
"B-But…."
"Kernax."
"Ah, ahngh…."
I stole her lips again as she tried to look away, this time with tongue for a deeper, thicker kiss.
"Phaa…."
A string of clear saliva stretched and snapped back to her lips.
"It's fine, right?"
"N-Ngh… do whatever…."
"Thanks."
"Ughhh."
I kissed her flushed nose, took her hand, and led her out of the bathroom. The night air felt chilly after the steamy bath, making her warmth in my arms even more vivid against my skin. I dried her soaked blonde hair meticulously with a soft towel, using two before it was just damp. Then I tended to her wet body, her lips still pursed in embarrassment.
"Hngh…."
The damp towel brushed her pussy, and she shivered, leaning into me.
"Th-There, I'll…."
"Shh. Let me."
"But… ngh!!"
I pressed a bit firmer, and she moaned lewdly, head fully on my shoulder. I wiped her pussy up and down oh-so-gently with the towel.
"Haa… S-Smith…!!"
"Come on, spread your legs a little more—easier to dry."
"Ugh, ngh."
I held her waist, and she squeezed her eyes shut, spreading wide. Directing her like this felt a tad pervy, and the pose looked downright slutty.
Swish, swish-swish.
"Haa, ngh, haangh…."
Her hips bucked upward with each stroke, her moans growing louder.
"S-Stop, enough already…!!"
"You say that, but the more I wipe, the wetter it gets."
"Eek!!"
Her half-lifted hips quivered as she bit her lip. Upper lips sealed tight, but her lower one drooled onto the towel with every motion.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch!!
"Haa…!! S-Smith!!"
"It's okay. You've held back so long. Here."
Squelch-squelch-squelch!!
I rubbed rougher, her moans vanishing into silent gasps and hip-thrusts. Feeling her pussy vividly through the wet towel, I nibbled her ear—head on my shoulder—and pinched her clit hard atop the folds.
"…!!"
Squirt, squirt.
Pussy juices soaked through the towel, streaming to the floor. She bucked wildly against me, squirting, then slumped limply into my arms. I tossed the towel aside, scooped her up princess-style, and carried her to bed.
"Water?"
"…A little."
She nodded, still a bit sulky—like Siron. I grabbed the pre-fetched bottle, took a cold mouthful, and looked at her cradled form. Realizing my intent, she hesitated, then hugged my neck and kissed me.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
"Ngh… haa."
"More?"
Having savored my saliva too, she shook her head slightly, then dove back in.
"Smch, slrp… mm… slurrp… haa, Smith… mmph…."
Thirsty only for my spit, she clung to my neck like a baby bird, mouth agape, tongue lapping every corner, sucking greedily.
"Pha~ haa, haaa…."
The long kiss ended; she pulled back, panting, her sweet-hot breath dizzying me. Snap out of it. I wanted to pin her down, slam into her sopping pussy, and piston like animals—but I held back. Another mindless fuck, and she'd pass out before my balls emptied.
"Kernax."
"…?"
Calmer now, she tilted her head at my call. I prodded her ass with my throbbing cock.
"Been a while—use your mouth?"
"…If that's what you want."
"Thanks."
She wriggled from my arms, slid to the floor between my legs, and knelt naturally. Staring piercingly at my upright dick, she looked up.
"Like last time… with my tits?"
"No. Just your mouth today. So I can see your face better."
"…Got it."
Blushing, she nodded, gently cupping my balls supportively. Tongue out, she lapped the head like a puppy, then pursed her lips around it.
Smack, slurp, glrk….
"Don't wanna hog it all."
I pressed her crotch lightly with my left foot. She parted her thighs cautiously; I slipped my foot in. Hotthrob against my instep—her pussy drenched in slick.
"Slrp, glrp, sluuuurp."
She sucked diligently; I rubbed her sopping folds with my foot. Slick sounds soon followed.
"Ngh. Thaaat's it…."
She quivered, dick in mouth. Juices squirted from her kneeling pussy. Feeling the hot drip on my foot, I nudged her head down as she paused.
"Mmph…."
Snapping to, she deepthroated to the hilt. Her throat clenched and released the tip; her rough breaths tickled my pubes.
"Way better than last time."
I stroked her head as she milked me with her throat, tongue swirling the shaft. She glanced up, squeezing harder. Her head bobbed.
My pre-climax-stiff cock glistened with her spit.
"Oogh, glk…."
Each swallow and release drooled thick saliva, soaking my pubes and balls.
"Mmph, mmph, goorhk… urp…."
Vulgar slurps and foamy drool spilled from her stuffed mouth.
"Ngh… Kernax. Don't swallow—hold it in your mouth."
"…Slrrp, glrk, smch."
She released the shaft, holding just the head, licking and sucking while her free hand stroked the slick pillar and massaged my balls, urging release. No joke—if I relaxed now, I'd blow instantly. Dizzying pleasure hit; I had to thank whoever taught her this.
"Cumming…!!"
Spurt, splurt.
Brain went white. Pure bliss. She held my spurting head, rolling the load in her mouth, teasing the slit with her tongue.
"Slrrrp, smch, smack."
"Ooh…."
Post-nut, she sucked out the last drops voraciously.
"Enough."
"…."
She released the head. Kneeling, looking up—cheeks puffed with cum, obscenely erotic. I gripped my still-hard cock, rubbing the head on her plump lips and cheeks. She took it all meekly, her face smeared with her spit and my seed.
"Open up."
"…Ah."
Jelly-thick cum pooled inside.
"Swirl it with your tongue."
"…Ahngh, mmph."
Red tongue danced over white load—lewd as hell.
"Swallow."
"…Gulp, gulp. Pha…."
Two gulps down, she exhaled and opened wide again—unprompted proof she'd taken it all. I stroked her expectant upturned head.
"Good girl. Now clean up."
"…Yeah."
Tongue out, she licked from balls to shaft to head, thorough as ever. Watching her pussy drip like she'd pissed herself onto my foot while cleaning me confirmed it: Kernax was a total masochist.
"Kernax."
"…?"
She looked up like an obedient pup, nose buried in my crotch, mid-lick. Golden hair, doggy moves—like a petite golden retriever. If she'd let me, I'd collar her for real someday.
"…What?"
I'd called and gone silent; she tilted her head. I shook mine, rubbing her endlessly drooling pussy with my foot.
"Hngh, haa, ngh…."
Hot breath escaped; her gaze turned pleading.
"Want me inside?"
"…Y-Yeah, ngh…."
She nodded, moaning.
"Come here."
"Haa, haangh…."
Juices streaming, she rose into my arms. I caressed her ass, tilting her chin toward the bedside water bottles with my other hand.
Whispering affectionately into her ear as her pussy clenched emptily:
"Won't let you go till those are empty. Get ready."