The First Day, The First Masturbation, The First Prey (2)
The penis I touched twitched as if startled, spitting a drop of clear fluid from its slit.
I know what this is. You’re drooling because you want to fuck a cunt, aren't you? I’m sorry, little guy. Even though there’s a cunt right beneath you, you can’t get inside.
Instead, I slowly stroked it with my hand to soothe it.
“Hnn… haa…”
Having never masturbated before, I couldn't understand why men were so obsessed with it. They’d tell each other to wait a week, to save up a week’s worth of cum to shoot inside them, yet they couldn't help themselves and wasted it by jerking off. But now, I finally understood. You really can’t hold it back.
It’s so different from a cunt getting wet. I want to cum… I want to calm down this penis that’s about to burst from all the cum.
I wrapped my hand around it and moved it up and down, stimulating the shaft.
“Ahnn… haa, haa…”
I want to suck it… my penis♡
I bent my waist and stuck out my tongue, but naturally, it didn't reach. The pleasure radiating from the penis surged to the top of my head, and all I could manage was letting my saliva drip down onto it.
Slurp— squelch… squelch, slurp, squelch—
As my saliva and pre-cum coated the penis, the sounds grew sticky, and my hand slid smoothly along the shaft.
“Ahnn… haa—.”
Without realizing it, my hand began to move faster. Every nerve in my body was focused on the penis; I couldn't think of anything else. It felt like there was nothing left of my body but the penis itself.
I am the penis♡ I only know the penis♡
Even so, the reason I felt a lingering sense of disappointment was because what was wrapping around the penis was a hand, not a warm, slippery cunt. But I realized that if I didn't do this, the penis wouldn't calm down.
“Hnnngh…”
I felt something filling up the penis that had felt like it was about to burst. It was a pleasure I had never felt before, different from when a penis filled the inside of a cunt.
This is the feeling of a penis ejaculating♡
Even if I can’t suck it, I want the cum… I want the cum in my mouth…
Aiming the penis slit toward my mouth, I shook it violently until my arm ached.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack—
Splurt——!
“Ah… ahh… I came♡”
As my mind went blank from the pleasure and liberation erupting from the shaft, sticky, hot cum sprayed into my mouth and across my face. The taste and smell of the cum, which I hadn't experienced in so long, stirred my lust. My cunt began to drool, wanting to eat the penis, but this penis couldn't be inserted into a cunt.
I suddenly felt sorrowful at the unfulfilled desire. So this was that "post-nut clarity" men always talked about.
Just a moment ago, I hadn't felt bad at all. Now, the grief for everything I lost when I died came rushing back. The penises I could fuck whenever I wanted. The penises that would stand hard and satisfy my mouth and cunt—they were gone.
Swallowing the cum in my mouth, and even licking up the sticky residue from my face, I enjoyed that lewd taste and smell until the penis stood up again. This time, it didn't feel like it was going to burst, but I jerked it off anyway.
As I felt the pleasure of the penis, I made a vow. I would find everything I had lost. I would even achieve the dreams I couldn't fulfill in my previous life.
I would be surrounded by penises. I would have a penis inside my cunt, hold one in each hand, rub them against my breasts, and take turns sucking and licking other penises with my mouth♡ I would collect so much cum that my entire body would smell of it.
I would build my own orgy harem.
Two months spent hopping between hotels. Finally, I was able to secure a house. The reason it took two months with all that money was that it wasn't a house for me to live in alone. To run a sharehouse, I had considered many factors like location, transportation, and the number of rooms, and as a result, I was able to purchase a decent two-story mansion.
The first floor had a spacious living room and kitchen, and each floor had three rooms and a bathroom with a shower booth. This was clearly an attractive condition for any potential tenant.
Come on in, my bitches♡ Your mistress will attach the tails for you. Not on the back, but on the front.
I endured the loneliness by remembering the vow I made that day, crying and masturbating while mourning the things I lost in death. Actually, I had tried to seduce some women, but it didn't go well. Even if our lifestyles were the same, I didn't know the current trends, and since we didn't share a past, I couldn't keep up with the conversations at all.
In my original world, I didn't need much conversation with my prey. Now that I have a penis, I understand. The reason they were so easy. When they’re in heat, they swell up on their own—how could they possibly endure that throbbing, bursting sensation?
Realizing what it meant for the brain to be ruled by the penis, I could at least anticipate that women wouldn't be as easy to conquer as men. I scoured various social media and communities hoping there might be some other crazy bitch like me, but I couldn't find anyone looking for a simple fuck buddy. I guess that’s what happens in a world managed by the Goddess of Purity.
By the way, Goddess, you said the cunt is just for peeing? I’ve seen it, you know? It does everything—biting, sucking, rubbing. I’ll have to meet you in person and settle this.
I held back the urge to contact her immediately, saving it as a weapon for when I eventually brought the Goddess down.
Anyway, this world wasn't one where the body reacted before the heart. Furthermore, everyone was so charming that my appearance wasn't particularly outstanding here, and the only thing that helped in seducing women right now was my wealth. But it wasn't as easy as a man buying a woman with money. There was no such calculation here.
I sometimes wondered why I didn't have powers like hypnosis or brainwashing, but if that were possible, I figured Eleanor would have already brainwashed me into believing the cunt was just a body part for peeing.
What can you do? I have to adapt. So, for the past two months, I was quite busy not only finding a house but also learning the common sense of this world.
It goes without saying that there are no words related to "men" in this world. Words like penis, cock, or "male" don't exist, and the same goes for sexual terminology. Even if there is a word for "sex" as a general term for mixing bodies, there is no word for "copulation" because there is no penis to insert into a cunt. There are expressions like "oral" or "cunnilingus," but there are no terms for pleasuring a penis with body parts other than the cunt.
So, I decided to name my sharehouse Pellacio. In my original world, people would think it’s a crazy name, but here, it’s fine. It’s a word nobody uses. Doesn't it sound a bit high-class if you don't know the meaning?
If not, sorry. That’s just the kind of bitch I am.
Since I didn't have a house to begin with, I didn't really have to "move." After entering the house with just a suitcase, I spent about two weeks bringing in new appliances and fixing up the interior.
On Friday evening, after finishing all the preparations to receive tenants, the doorbell rang. It was Ki Yeoeun, who had said she would come to see the house today. The face visible through the intercom screen was truly cute, fitting her name.
I opened the gate and went out to the yard to greet her. Her navy blazer and skirt, with a white shirt visible in between, suggested she had come straight from work. Her baby face, with straight hair falling just past her shoulders and round eyes, looked even cuter in contrast to her outfit, and the fair skin of her thighs visible between her knee-high stockings and short skirt gave off a strangely mature sex appeal.
She’d look pretty even with a penis attached, wouldn't she?
Since she was the first prey to enter my trap in this world, I hurriedly swallowed the saliva filling my mouth and greeted her with a bright smile.
“Welcome. Was it hard to find your way here?”
“No, the transportation is really good, isn't it?”
Of course. Location is important for a trap.
I opened the front door and went inside with Yeoeun, first guiding her to the living room sofa.
“You look like you came straight from work. Have you eaten yet?”
“Ah… I haven't eaten yet, but I can just eat when I get back home.”
I had only asked; I hadn't even offered. The fact that she mentioned she could eat when she got back was a very positive sign for me. It meant she was thinking about eating together.
Beep—
Right on cue, steam escaped from the rice cooker with a cheerful sound, and the smell of rice spread from the kitchen to the living room. This was rice made with the highest quality grains I had bought specifically for this day.
Grrr…
I heard exactly the sound I had been hoping for from Yeoeun’s stomach.
“Oh my?”
I pretended to be surprised, and Yeoeun’s face turned bright red. Cute.
“I can’t just send you back after hearing a sound like that, can I?”
“Ah… no, it’s okay… I really…”
Gulp…
I can hear you swallowing your saliva, you know?
“Don't be like that. I think it would be better to eat together than for me to eat alone.”
“Th-then… excuse me…”
Hearing her answer, I took out several high-end retort pouches from the refrigerator that were supposedly a collaboration with a famous chef in this world. I know how to cook rice, but I’m not confident in cooking anything else. Seeing that, Yeoeun jumped up.
“I… I’ll help with dinner too.”
She approached the kitchen.
“No, just sit down. You’re a guest today. You came to see the room, so feel free to look around.”
It was just heating up a few retort pouches. There was nothing to help with.
But before I knew it, she was in the kitchen, carefully looking at the packaging of the food I had taken out.
“Can I use the frying pan?”
“I mean, you can… but why?”
I had naturally intended to use the microwave. Since it was a house for many people, I had installed two microwaves, so the meal would have been ready in no time.
“Looking at the cooking instructions, it says it’s better to fry it in a pan than to use a microwave. Trust me once.”
She grabbed the frying pan hanging on the wall, placed it on the induction stove, started the heat, checked the warmth by holding her hand near it, and then tore open the retort pouch and poured it into the pan. Then, she picked up a spatula and began cooking with practiced ease.
‘She looks happy.’
I put the other food items in the microwaves and looked at her; she was wearing a faint smile.
It seems like a good start.
I shouldn't take in any more tenants for a while. I’ve decided I want to make this woman mine for sure first.