7. To the Monster Soaked in Lust (2)
7. To the Monster Soaked in Lust (2)
Kongdak-kongdak-
From our touching skin, I could hear my daughter's heart thumping kong-kong.
Along with that, the sound of her sniffling through her nose as she breathed in, the sound of her gulping down saliva to hold back her tears, even the grunting sounds as she strained to cling even tighter to my neck.
Only after hearing these sounds of this child alive and moving so close did conviction gradually settle in. The conviction that this child wasn't the mysterious Monster I had thought she was.
This child breathes like an ordinary person, her heart beats, she sweats.
And...
Like a person, she bleeds bright red blood.
From the moment I saw my daughter's bright red virgin blood smeared on my finger, my heart felt like it had malfunctioned, leaving me breathless.
The vicious guilt of having taken my daughter's virginity mixed with the endearing love for the daughter who had kept her purity until adulthood, turning my mind into a complete mess.
Honestly, thinking about everything I've done up to now, I know I don't deserve to be called Mom by this child. Just feeling this endearing sensation while looking at my daughter must be a sin in itself.
But even so, seeing this child's face crying while calling me 'Mom'...
The maternal love I had forgotten until now tickled at my heart.
Yes, so here you were.
My endearing child whom I birthed in agony, my other self whom I loved so much, my beloved daughter.
Ah, how on earth had I lived forgetting this sensation until now.
So endearing, so endearing.
Those violet eyes sparkling with tears just like mine, this face with the exact same nose bridge as me, this face looking up at me just like when she was little...
I can't bear how insanely endearing it is.
I carefully stroked the back of my daughter, who was clinging tightly to me and sniffling. Just like when she was little, slowly, patting her back to reassure her.
"That's it..."
With each stroke down her back, the sniffling sounds gradually lessened. The sight of my daughter finding comfort in my arms was exactly the same as when she was little.
As her crying subsided, she'd rub her face on my shoulder, then burrow into my chest just like when she was a baby.
Each and every one of these actions felt like proof that my daughter, embraced in my arms, had returned. Not some mysterious Monster, but the Miyagi I loved...
'How did I used to soothe her when she was crying back then...'
Rummaging through old memories, I recalled how to stop the child's crying. Come to think of it, Miyagi used to cry a lot when she was hungry as a little kid.
She'd cry like this, but if I gave her milk...
"...Miyagi?"
I gently pushed away the Miyagi in my arms and pulled down the shoulder strap of my pajamas to bare my breast. Startled by my sudden exposure of my bare chest, Miyagi's eyes went wide.
Yet she couldn't tear her eyes away from my breast, which was so utterly cute...
"...Want to suck on Mom's breast?"
"Huh? Ah, no, I..."
Flustered by the sudden question, Miyagi's face flushed bright red. Well, unlike when she was little, she's an adult now.
Is sucking on Mom's breast embarrassing? Her mouth fidgeted, but she still couldn't look away from my breast. So surely, she doesn't hate it.
I pulled the slightly distant Miyagi back into my embrace and offered my breast to my daughter. Just like when she was little, her lips rubbed mushily against my breast.
"It's okay."
Yes, it's okay.
It's something I can fully give to you now. You definitely liked it back then, right? That's why you weaned much later than other kids.
"Though no milk will come out now..."
I didn't hate having a daughter who depended on me either. No matter how late she weaned, every time I saw you nursing in my arms, I felt insanely endeared.
"If you want, you can suck on it..."
Just like back then, I wanted to let my daughter latch on.
Was it too sudden? I felt Miyagi's lips against my breast fidgeting. Just as I started feeling a bit embarrassed for treating her like a baby—
Miyagi parted her lips gently like a baby and took the nipple into her mouth. The hot heat of her mouth warmed my nipple, drawing out a gasp mixed with thrill.
As if she really craved milk, she rolled the nipple with her hot tongue, flicking it tap-tap with the tip, making my back arch sharply.
"Haa... hehe..."
The sounds of rolling and sucking the nipple filled the room. Miyagi looked up at me like a baby, making continuous chup-chup sounds as she greedily suckled non-existent milk.
That sight was so incredibly cute and endearing.
"Our Miyagi is so pretty..."
With my remaining hand, I slowly stroked down the belly of Miyagi embraced in my arms, placing my hand on her still sopping wet genitals.
She's so endearing even now, but if she melts into pleasure in my arms like before and cries... just how much more endearing would my daughter become?
I didn't come here to teach her masturbation in the first place, did I? And she's coincidentally in my arms right now, so I figured I could just teach her like this.
"Hng...?"
Suddenly feeling my touch on her genitals, strength tensed in the mouth that had been sucking my breast. Then she lifted her head, shooting me a gaze that seemed to plead for me to stop.
Ignoring that gaze, I slowly stroked down my daughter's thighs, then spread her legs to expose her genitals.
As her legs spread wide at my touch, her arousal fluid-soaked thighs made a squelch- sound echoing in the room.
Embarrassed by that sound, perhaps? Miyagi, who had been latched on, teared up and shook her head. I patted her soothingly and whispered.
"Shh... it's okay, just stay still."
Yes, I'm not doing anything bad.
This is just ordinary 'sex education' from a mom to her daughter.
Each time I stroked the insides of her thighs, her body twitched largely. Was her body hypersensitive? Even without touching her genitals yet, arousal fluid dripped steadily.
Using my fingers, I spread apart the slit of her genitals wide, and the vaginal opening opened and closed puff-puff, spewing transparent arousal fluid.
I scooped up the arousal fluid flowing from the vaginal opening and gently stroked her inner folds to soothe them, making my daughter's body jolt and twitch even as she suckled.
"That's it... relax your body, I won't make it hurt like before..."
Like soothing a child scared of shots, I whispered shh-shh into my daughter's ear. And yet, her refusal to let go of my breast was so utterly endearing...
Into the slightly gaping vaginal opening, I very slowly pushed in just my middle finger, bit by bit.
As my finger entered the place where blood had just flowed, Miyagi's waist trembled da-da, and her body began to stiffen rigidly.
To endure the foreign sensation invading her body, she gripped my forearm hard. So hard that it felt like a bruise would form on my gripped forearm.
Feeling sorry for my daughter trembling in my arms, I kept whispering into her ear. That it's okay, it doesn't hurt, feel it slowly.
Only after whispering like that for a few minutes did her heaving chest slowly settle.
The vaginal walls clenching my finger loosened a bit, so it seemed I could push a little deeper. It was still too tight to rub yet...
At this point, just latching on wasn't enough to relax her. She needed to get more accustomed to pleasure, I suppose.
"Hng...!"
Gently stroking her protruding clitoris with my thumb drew a pleasant hum from my daughter suckling away.
Even during her masturbation earlier, she'd only tapped her clitoris tap-tap. Was this her most sensitive spot right now? But it was overly sensitive...
Her body, unaccustomed to pleasure, was far too sensitive. No wonder even when masturbating, she couldn't insert and just tormented the area around her vaginal opening.
If I kept going like this, we wouldn't finish masturbating even by morning, so I needed to be a bit more forceful. Even if it meant tormenting her sensitive body...
"Bear with it just a little."
"...? Ah! Haa!"
With my middle finger inserted, I pressed down firmly on her erect clitoris with my palm and rubbed, bursting a moan mixed with pleasure from my daughter's suckling mouth.
The sight of her melting into pleasure in my arms, breathless and bucking her hips, was unbearably endearing.
Roughly pressing and kneading her clitoris with my palm made arousal fluid squirt and leak from the hole plugged by my finger.
"Ah! Hng! M-Mom... s-stop...!"
"...Doesn't Mom doing it feel better than doing it alone...?"
"I-It does, but... hng...! Too...!"
Did she want to say it was too rough? Miyagi, trembling and clutching my forearm, could only moan without saying more.
As I roughly rubbed her clitoris with my palm, I felt the vaginal walls gripping my middle finger slowly loosen.
With each wave of pleasure, as the vaginal walls relaxed, I slowly pushed my finger deeper, and before I knew it, her vagina had completely swallowed my finger.
Each time I tormented her clitoris, her vaginal insides clenched my finger, but at this point, fingering seemed possible.
The moment I thought her body had sufficiently relaxed, I thrust the finger buried inside her deep into her body.
"Ha, haa...!"
Choked by the sudden pleasure, Miyagi shuddered all over, then clung tightly to me again and latched back onto my breast.
Chup- chup-
Feeling boundless affection at the sight of my daughter suckling chup-chup on non-existent milk like a baby. How could she be so endearing.
As if repaying that affection, I roughly thrust the finger lodged in her hole.
Squelch, squelch, squelch—the lewd sounds of arousal fluid and my palm slapping echoed in the room.
"Hng...! Ng...! Hng...!"
In the late dawn hours, with only moonlight seeping into my daughter's room, I was helping her masturbate—her latched onto my breast, me plunging into her genitals.
The squelching sounds soon turned to wet sloshing. My palm was drenched in my daughter's arousal fluid, and the bed sheets were soaked as if flooded.
I know how unrealistic and forbidden this situation is. My head understands it fully, but...
"M-Mom... hng... Mommm..."
"...Yes, Mom's right here."
I didn't want to send back this child calling me Mom with her eyes rimmed red from pleasure.
Right now, my daughter—my Miyagi, whom I'd thought dead—is back in my arms, pleading with me. Desperately calling for me, her Mom.
Even if someone caught us and called me crazy, I wouldn't regret toying with my daughter's body.
Rather, if another chance comes...
I'd rape her body again.
I'd make her latch onto my breast again, turning this Monster into my daughter.
"I love you... my daughter... my pretty daughter..."
"Hng... hnggg... Mommm... I..."
The finger continuing the fingering was clenched as if to squeeze. Her lower belly convulsed, and her trembling toes curled.
Noticing this as the sign of climax, I yanked out the fingering finger hard—
"Ha, haa! Haaang...!"
A clear stream like urine burst from my daughter's genitals. The gushing white fluid quickly soaked the blanket and bed.
Holding my shuddering daughter from the climax's pleasure, I looked at the finger that had just been plunging her vagina.
The arousal fluid, frothy white like cream from the fingering, clung stickily to my finger. It looked just like sweet cream, so...
I licked the tip of my finger, tasting my daughter's arousal fluid. Unlike cream, it had a sour smell and fishy taste, but...
"...How was it, did it feel good?"
"Haa... ha..."
I thought it wasn't a bad taste.