A Woman's Body
She was pale to a pathological degree. Was this what a living Barbie doll looked like?
I buried my nose in her armpit and dragged in a long, deep breath. Snff—
"Nnh…!"
She let out a moan, as if it tickled. Maybe because it was a place where skin rubbed endlessly against skin, the scent came on far stronger than anywhere like her forearm.
Kim Yuna opened her mouth.
"How does it smell?"
"You're asking me that?"
"S-Sexual Guidance... the duty..."
"All right. Stop thinking. I'll explain."
Every time she asked why I was doing something this perverted, veins stood out at her temples, as if the hypnosis were about to snap. I decided to quit teasing her and simply enjoy the situation for what it was.
"Mm... I dunno. Like you didn't shower yesterday?"
"I did, though. Ah—why am I even explaining this."
"Heh heh, kidding. It's a joke."
"Enough. Taste it, too. This is what a woman tastes like. Remember it."
"Yeah, yeah."
A subtle scent—neither foul, nor sharp and stinging the way a man's musk was. I stretched my tongue out and licked deep into her armpit.
Kim Yuna flinched and tried to fold her arm in. I caught it tight—then let go. She was already holding the arm up herself, enduring it.
"Keeping your arm up so it's easier to lick?"
"Yes. I want to finish the Sexual Guidance quickly and rest a little."
"Nice. That attitude."
She'd only twitched; the armpit stayed where it was, and I pressed my face into it again and again. She'd gotten used to it somewhere along the way, because she didn't flinch a second time. Slurp—schlurp— I didn't lift my tongue until the depths of her armpit were smeared with spit. Kim Yuna's face, of course, was smeared with disgust in the meantime.
"Are you done?"
"Yeah."
"If you've memorized the taste, we'll move on to the chest."
"Chest!"
At a flick of her eyes, I peeled the white sports bra up and off. Slip—
They weren't as big as the ones I'd seen over and over in porn, but the nipples were paler. Around the pink nipples sat pale yellow, pebbled areolae, and under the white light the skin of her chest showed through even milkier, softer, more porcelain.
"Don't just look. T-touch them."
I didn't fight the words she forced out while battling herself. I seized one breast.
"Nnh…"
"Oh."
Not those heaping, bowl-round shapes from porn, but heavy enough to deserve the name. I kneaded.
"Next I lick, right?"
"...Yes."
I'd only licked the right armpit, so I figured I'd stay consistent. I gave her right breast a light squeeze and took it into my mouth. Suck—
The nipple felt almost exactly like sucking on a pacifier. The only differences were the soft give of fat against my lips and the bumpy texture of the areola. The more I sucked, the slowly harder it grew, until the tip stood so stiff my tongue couldn't squash it. The strange part was that I'd only sucked the right one, and yet the left nipple stiffened right along with it.
"A woman's natural reaction when she's aroused. Remember it."
"Huh. So that's how it is..."
Maybe because they weren't all that big, the breasts were less interesting. The armpit, with its stronger scent, had been better. The texture was just... passable.
Suck—
"Nnhh.... ngh...."
Or was it? As I kept sucking the nipple, I thought I caught something faintly rich, almost oily....
"You aren't lactating, are you?"
"...No. What are you talking about."
"Mmm… something's kinda rich, though."
"Aah… nnh. Stop. Not the chest. We're going lower now."
I smacked my lips, pulled them off her breast, and dropped my eyes. Her white stomach was neither plump nor so thin you could call it skinny—just hopelessly flat. When I pinched, a little belly did come away between my fingers, but only near the navel. Her sides had no flesh to catch at all. The graceful S from pelvis to waist was unmistakable. Was this what people meant by a cute little belly?
I rested my hand above her navel and held still, and her stomach rose and fell with her breathing.
"Feels nice. I'm supposed to touch, right?"
"You are, but..."
Stroking Kim Yuna's stomach, I felt a dry texture with a faint rasp to it. An unpleasant gaze pressed down from above, but I wrote it off as passive resistance and ignored it. It was my first time rubbing a woman's belly, and the softness was clearly on another level entirely. My hand drifted slowly downward until it met the waistband of her pants and stopped.
Pants. Lower body. Panties.
Kim Yuna, who had cracked her eyes half-open for a moment, let out a sigh and spoke.
"Now... we're getting on the bed. Come up after me."
She lay down on the bed in that awkward, half-committed way, and I climbed up after her with my lower half already panting for it. Maybe because I could feel what was coming, I clenched my fists tight.
"Ah."
A drop of precum fell from my cock and soaked into her pants. The black wide-leg pants were drawstring—pull the tie and they'd simply come off.
"You seem worked up enough, so I'll take the pants... the pants off myself."
Her hand went straight to the drawstring as she spoke. Slip— Maybe because of her pubic hair, the white panties bulged up just slightly across the front. A subtle scent rose from between her thighs. One thing was certain: by sight and by smell, her lower body was far more stimulating than her upper.
Bury my face in it?
Gulp—
I held out with superhuman willpower. Not yet…. Save the main dish for last. I swallowed against a dry throat, yanked the pants the rest of the way off, and flung them toward the spot where the cardigan had been folded.
Kim Yuna bit lightly at her lower lip, and without a word she moved the hand that had been covering her underwear up onto her stomach. The God of Hypnosis really had gotten the hypnosis itself exactly right.
"I really ought to film something like this on its own...."
"The kiss earlier was already a test of my patience, I'll have you know. Don't say things like that. Hurry up and... sit down below."
"Here?"
"Yes."
I sat cross-legged beneath her feet and ran my eyes down Kim Yuna's body from top to bottom, nothing left to cover it. Overall… a slim, slender figure.
"Fuck, she really is pretty."
"Lift one of my legs."
I pulled her toward me as she lay there and bent both knees up until they reached my shoulders, then propped her limp right leg in the air so the crook of the knee faced me.
"N-not between the underwear. Examine the leg."
"Ah. Yes, ma'am."
The lower half was definitely more stimulating than the upper. For one thing, the way her body twitched every time I touched it did half the work. It felt a little like I was genuinely defiling her.
Kim Yuna spoke in a voice that shrank in on itself.
"Right there, in front of your face. Lick it."
I licked the hollow behind her knee, a vivid pink against the rest of her. Mm… warmer than the other places, too.
"Nnh...."
"You're the one who told me to lick."
"I know. Who's complaining? This time, take my feet."
I set her leg gently back down and took both feet in my hands. If we were talking hidden places, the part always tucked inside socks couldn't be left out. I'd always thought I didn't have fetishes like that…. But looking at a woman lying perfectly still, I just wanted to lick all of her.
No way. The god hadn't played a trick on me too, had he?
So what if he did. I'm a fucking pervert anyway.
I nodded, finished rationalizing, and looked down at her feet. Thinking of her as my toy, I didn't want to miss a single inch.
"Do I lick here, too?"
"...Yes."
That expression was way too hot. Lips pressed tight, face turned aside, and still no hiding how much she hated it.
"I've always wondered about women's feet. Why so many people are into them. What's a foot even good for."
I pulled both socks off. Her toenails, like her fingernails, were coated in something like clear resin, and her heels and the whole of her soles were a deep pink where the blood had gathered. A little black sock lint clung between her toes, but once I'd brushed off what I could by hand, they became the kind of fine, pretty feet you'd only see in an illustration.
"You're not telling me to smell them? I'm curious, though. Do pretty women really not have foot odor?"
"D-do as you like. Just."
Really… there wasn't a single part of her that fell short. I thought I finally understood why I could wander the university district all day and never once find a woman who was actually beautiful. This woman's body itself was a work of art. Pale, fragrant…. Every inch of her was living porn.
I shoved my nose between her toes. They wriggled, ticklish.
"Hee... nnh..."
Maybe because she hadn't been out of the house long, or maybe she simply didn't get foot smell to begin with—there wasn't a trace of that stale, gamy odor. Were women just like this? I dragged the flat of my tongue up her sole from the heel.
"Aah!"
Her toes clenched tight and then released, as if it tickled. The foot, kept warm inside the sock, was hotter than my tongue. But Kim Yuna soon let the tension drain from her scrunched face and opened her eyes.
"More. Deeper... lick."
"So the God of Hypnosis has a foot fetish."
"What?"
"Nothing. Not a thing."
Kim Yuna spread her sole wide. I kissed the deepest hollow at the center of it and drew my face back.
"I'd like to clean the rest with my tongue too, but the smell's too strong. Can't do it."
She turned her face as if she didn't want to look this way, but her cheeks had gone noticeably red.
"You know I'm joking, right? What's next?"
I met the eyes of a silent Kim Yuna. She kept stealing glances down at her own spit-glossed body and toes.
"Now..."
"You don't have to say it. I know."
I set her legs down on the bed at once, spread them into a V, and knelt between them. When I kneaded thighs without a single stretch mark, a little soft flesh gathered under my hands.
"Thighs, right?"
"Yes."
I enjoyed that dough-soft give for a moment, then met her eyes. The defiance seemed to have broken a notch… and that look, as if she'd attained some bleak enlightenment. Stupidly hot.
"It's fine. You'll sleep, wake up, and won't remember any of it anyway."
Not that saying it like that would get through to her. Stroking my rigidly hard cock with one hand, I leaned down and buried my face between her thighs.
"Nngh...!"
Her hand clenched the sheet hard enough to leave a mark. Snff— Through the underwear drifted a strange odor tangled up with her scent. The heat was on and the room was warm, and a sour reek—hormones, or stale piss, I couldn't tell which—numbed my nose all the more fiercely. Just like that, I pressed my nose into the underwear where it swelled in a soft mound. Through the fabric I could feel the dry pubic hair on the inside of the panties. A warm, secret scent. This… was a heavenly scent.
"Hff… hff… n-not the smell. The taste, too... no..."
I said it while jerking myself with one hand.
"Mmm... I feel way too good right now. I can't stop. What am I supposed to do when it's like this?"
"Just finish already. It feels... awful...!"
The urge to come hit fast. To begin with, my premature-ejaculator brain could finish even without a proper hard-on in a situation this stimulating. It wouldn't splash her face, would it? Maybe she felt something in the way my hand grew frantic, because Kim Yuna's body locked rigid.
Splurt—
….
My vision went white, and when I came back to myself, semen was spattered across the sheet.
"Hah... huh..."
I slowly lifted my face from her panties. A fishy smell still seemed to cling to the bridge of my nose. And there, between my kneeling knees, head bowed—my junior. My boy.
Ah, fuck. Hold on.
"I haven't even put it in yet?"
Stupid premature piece of shit.
The look on Kim Yuna's face said it plainly. What the hell is wrong with this guy?