The Making of Yeoeun’s Cock (2)
Yeoeun didn't say anything particular about the bulge in my crotch.
However, once she went into her room and lay on the bed, she was busy searching her phone for information on the phenomenon of an enlarging clitoris. Her clitoris was gradually growing due to my Physical Alteration power. It must be bothering her.
I think my clitoris has gotten a bit bigger.
Is there something wrong with my body?
The post Yeoeun was reading was one I had uploaded when I first arrived in this world. And a few of the comments were mine, too.
There were other comments suggesting she get a check-up or calling it a fake, but I didn't write those. In truth, it is a fake. I created a kind of intangible internet urban legend. I figured it wouldn't become a huge issue since it was just a baseless rumor.
My goal is to grow a jaji (penis) that I can suck and get fucked by, all while avoiding any rejection from the other person.
Back then, I planted these seeds on the internet so that when my prey—whoever she might be—started to see her clitoris grow, she would feel minimal resistance. So that when someone whose clitoris started growing searched for it, they would see those posts and feel relieved.
“Phew… so it’s okay, unnie.”
Thankfully, Yeoeun seemed more worried about me than herself, letting out a sigh of relief. She lifted her pajamas to gaze at her rapidly growing clitoris.
“Am I going to become like unnie too… Even so, I feel like it’ll be a bit uncomfortable…”
More than that, I really hate those pajamas. Once Yeoeun’s jaji becomes mine, I’m going to make her wear sexy lingerie first. No, wait. By then, we’ll be sleeping naked with our jajis joined, so she won't need clothes at all. ♡
Only after Yeoeun closed her eyes and began to breathe evenly did I deactivate my divine power and drift off to sleep.
I pretended not to notice the bulge in Sera unnie’s skirt.
At first, I wondered if it was some kind of accessory, but then I remembered my own growing clitoris, which I’d been dismissing as nothing special.
Something that should be hidden inside the vulva was bulging out so noticeably. Unnie seemed fine with it, but if it were me, I’d be embarrassed, so I found it hard to bring up, fearing it might be rude.
I wondered if mine would grow that big too, but since it was just soft flesh anyway, I figured it wouldn't show if I wore tight panties.
Wait. Does that mean unnie isn't wearing underwear? Usually, even if you take off your bra, you’d wear panties to sleep.
I do, at least. Panties aren't as uncomfortable as bras. But I suppose for some people, even panties can be bothersome.
Looking at how unnie usually dresses, it’s a possibility. She prefers clothes with less fabric. I wonder if she finds the feeling of fabric against her skin uncomfortable. If so, she’d want to be comfortable when she sleeps. Unnie’s pajama material seems nice, too, so I don't think there would be any hygiene issues.
Pushing my thoughts aside, I chatted with unnie while watching TV, and soon, drowsiness began to wash over me. We parted ways to our respective rooms.
Once I was alone, the worries I’d put aside while with unnie reared their heads again, and I searched for information on the phenomenon of clitoral enlargement.
‘Hmm… so this kind of thing happens sometimes…’
According to the search results, it didn't seem like anything to worry about. Once my concern about unnie’s bulging crotch vanished, I started to pay a little more attention to my own clitoris.
‘It’ll be fine. Unnie didn't show anything during the day, and people say it’s no big deal.’
Thinking there was nothing to worry about, my eyes grew heavy. I comfortably surrendered to the sleep that was rushing in.
I woke up to the sunlight streaming through the window.
Unlike weekdays when I’d rush to get ready for work as soon as the alarm went off, weekend mornings were always filled with a deep sense of loneliness. But the softness of the bed, which couldn't be compared to my studio apartment, and the bright atmosphere of the room… I was in the same house as Sera unnie.
After checking the mirror on the vanity to make sure there was no sleep in my eyes or drool on my face, I opened the bedroom door.
“You’re up?”
Sera unnie, who was drinking coffee with some simple dessert, smiled at me. It was a good decision to come to the sharehouse. I smiled back, filled with anticipation for the day we would spend together.
The crotch of unnie’s hot pants wasn't bulging. I guess it doesn't show when she wears panties because of the pressure.
“Did you have breakfast?”
“No, not yet. Do you want to eat?”
“Do you eat breakfast on weekends, unnie?”
Living alone, skipping breakfast was a habit. But I asked because I wanted to match unnie’s lifestyle.
“Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. I guess you don't eat it, Yeoeun?”
“Hehe, living alone, it became a habit to skip it…”
“I see. Then let’s just have lunch later.”
The rest of the day was uneventful. We looked at our phones, showed each other interesting things, had lunch with the leftovers from yesterday, went for a walk, and watched a movie on the living room TV.
However, spending the day in the same space, smelling that faint, natural scent of her skin, made my heart feel full.
What was it like when I lived alone? Hmm… I did enjoy the feeling of being with a streamer and other viewers while watching live broadcasts.
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“Unnie, don't you watch live streams?”
Yeoeun asked while we were standing side-by-side at the sink, doing the dishes after dinner.
In my original world, watching live streaming broadcasts wasn't a hobby of mine. I’d seen edited clips that others recommended as fun, though.
There’s even less reason to watch them here. The movie we saw earlier was the same; this world is lacking in stimulation in many ways.
“Hmm… I don't really watch live broadcasts. I might watch Shorts sometimes, but that’s it. I prefer smelling and touching real people.”
At that, Yeoeun suddenly brought her face close to my neck and inhaled deeply.
*Sniff—*
W-what… she’s too close…
Perhaps because I’m so full of thoughts about devouring her, even something trivial feels unnecessarily stimulating.
Yeoeun’s breath tickles my neck. Is she seducing me right now? Should I just pull out my jaji and ravage her?
But after inhaling a few times, Yeoeun pulled away quickly and continued washing the dishes as if nothing had happened, opening her mouth to speak.
“Hehe, you’re right, unnie. The scent of a person really is lovely.”
I’m disappointed…
You cunning bitch. You’re making my heart race like crazy.
And yet, you seem so unfazed? That’s a bit devious.
Just you wait. I’ll make you go into heat like a dog. ♡
Today is the second day since Yeoeun moved in. By this coming Thursday, Yeoeun’s jaji will be complete. Showing her my bulging skirt last night by enlarging my own jaji was to give her confidence as someone who has experienced it.
Just leave your jaji to me. You just have to do as I say. Let’s get you feeling incredibly good. ♡
Ah, I can’t take it anymore.
While Yeoeun was in the shower, I ended up using my Physical Alteration power to look at her naked body, which made my jaji stand up.
This is Yeoeun’s fault.
I’m supposed to show her a non-erect jaji outline today, but since you stimulated my neck, I have no choice but to get an erection, right?
Under the warm water spraying from the showerhead, Yeoeun let out a pleasant moan, “Haa—” and lifted her arms to wet her body, including her underarms.
“Ugh…”
My erect jaji grew even harder and throbbed. Since that first unintentional masturbation, I’d jerked off a few more times while experimenting with my Physical Alteration power. I didn't take it out to masturbate, I just pulled out a load of semen to calm that bursting, aching sensation.
Just because I jerked off with my jaji doesn't mean I’ve masturbated my boji (vagina). There’s no way a boji that remembers the taste of a jaji would be satisfied with just fingers, right? I am curious what it would feel like to put my jaji into that female hole, but honestly, my boji is lonelier. I want to put a jaji in it.
Having wetted her body, Yeoeun rubbed a shower towel with body wash to create foam and soaped herself up. She rubbed her arms, shoulders, and breasts, where her pink nipples were daintily protruding. Her soft breasts were sensually squashed by her own touch.
I imagined that it was my jaji rubbing against Yeoeun’s body, and I began to shake my hot, stiff rod with my hand. The skin covering the blood-engorged shaft slid back and forth with the movement of my hand.
“Hnnng… Haa… Shit… Ha-aang—♡”
I wiped the dew starting to form at the tip of my jaji with my hand, brought it to my mouth to lick, and spread the saliva over my hand. When I stroked my jaji again with my sticky, saliva-coated hand, the skin no longer slid; the friction between my hand and the jaji increased the stimulation.
*Squish— Slurp, slurp… squelch—*
While my moans, accepting the pleasure of the jaji, and the sticky, obscene sounds echoed in my ears, Yeoeun was washing her sparse pubic hair.
Her clitoris was growing steadily beneath that hair. Thinking that it would soon become a jaji and slide into my boji to satisfy me with its pounding, my excitement grew. The jaji-juice that had been forming like dew began to flow down like syrup leaking from a broken pump, creating thin lines that rippled as my jaji shook.
“You little bitch, sniffing around like it’s nothing… Shit, I’m going to fuck you so hard… you bitch…”
I spat out my hatred for Yeoeun, who made me burn with desire while acting so unfazed, with my vulgar mouth.
“Hnnng… Haaa-ang—!”
*Splurt—!*
I ejaculated onto the TV screen where Yeoeun was reflected washing her pubic hair.
“Haa, shit…”
What a waste of jaji-juice. I should have caught it in my mouth.
Even while feeling disappointed, I continued to shake my jaji, which was still spitting out semen. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen where the semen was dripping stickily. Yeoeun, reflected there, was stroking her own legs, and the simple act of washing felt erotic to me, filled as I was with lust.
“Hnnng… Haa…”
It’s okay… I’m going to suck Yeoeun’s jaji so much that I’ll make her shoot her sticky, hot semen over and over again. I’ll swallow every last drop. ♡
After shooting a few more loads, I took my hand off my shriveled jaji, leaving sticky strings of semen. I licked the semen off my hand, enjoying the savory, obscene taste, and looked forward to that day.