The Oral Cavity, the Tonsils, a Crow and Fellatio, the Crevice of a Mouth-Pussy. ♥
With my head still swimming, I was tossed into the bedroom.
The bed was couple-sized — a little large for one person sleeping alone. There was no sign of anyone sharing it. I briefly wondered whether oversized beds were simply her taste, but I quickly concluded that wasn't it.
"Madam... this bed... who did you buy something this big for...?"
"Hmm. Who do you think it was for?"
"Your memories came back, didn't they?"
"That too... who can say? Did they come back?"
.........
She was pretending to have no intention of answering, yet she might as well have handed me the answer outright. This woman was not the madam. She was the woman I'd seen within my own memories — Olivia Crow.
'When did her memories return? What was the turning point?'
Today at lunch... no. When she'd been chatting with Rhea and casting buffs on me, she was still the madam I knew. And so, armed with precious little information, I jumped to a conclusion on pure gut feeling.
'Around the time Suni died...?'
.........
...No way. Had her death become the trigger? But why?
"If you want to know, I'll tell you everything in the morning. For now, please just enjoy your sleep quietly."
"You're planning to pull something weird, though..."
"It seems you're misunderstanding something. I am not your enemy — and neither are the others. I did tell you earlier, didn't I? Even if the whole world turns against you, we remain your allies."
"Then what about the basement...? How do you plan to explain that...?"
"I'll tell you that in the morning as well. So for now, allow me to watch you rest comfortably. You see, I'm a woman who likes that."
I had absolutely no idea what she meant by that. In any case, Olivia apparently wanted to watch me rest. I laid my head on the bed, steeped deep in her scent, and went limp like a cabbage left too long in the steamer.
'Smells good.'
For some reason, the stress drained out of me amid this utterly inexplicable situation.
'An explanation tomorrow morning, huh.'
She kept insisting she wasn't my enemy — and now those slender, delicate hands of hers were kneading my thigh. Skilled, too. Even as she undressed me, every little motion was gentle.
"You sleep in the nude, don't you?"
The fact that she bothered to ask meant the me from my previous loops must have. I was a different man depending on the mood of any given day, but tonight going naked seemed fine, so I nodded.
"Heh heh..."
She looked absolutely delighted. She stripped the clothes right off my drunken hide and wiped down my chest with a steam towel she'd produced from who knows where.
'Uuugh... it feels great, but why are you doing all this...'
The steaming-hot towel mopped up a full day's worth of sweat. My nape, chilled by the cold night wind, and the sweaty stickiness of my armpits and groin turned refreshingly clean. I hadn't even bathed yet, so that simple act of service alone was enough to melt my booze-fogged brain.
"...Mmnh?"
Then my eyes fluttered, and my consciousness snapped off — and came back on. When I collected myself, I was belting out a "Khrrrrr—" of a snore. No drugs, nothing of the sort; she'd accomplished it just by cleaning me up.
"It's quite all right. You're welcome to snore away just like that...?"
She paid no less attention to the cock standing half-stiff from sheer fatigue, either. Once she'd finished wiping me down, she draped the blanket over my upper half and laid the towel across the lower half sticking out into the open. Steam — or something like it — rose from the warm fabric, and the instant it swaddled my balls and cock, a pleasant wave of exhaustion surged up through me.
'Ahh... my cock is melting...'
In contrast to my balls, which melted blissfully into the humid warmth, blood began rushing into my cock and hardened it further still. My glans, peeking out past the foreskin, clung to the towel's velvety surface as it drank in the heat and moisture. I hadn't done anything remotely heroic today, but my body was so worn out that even this much made me drool.
"However it may look, I used to be a nurse, you know."
"A nurse?"
"Yes."
That was news to me. A black-haired beauty like her working as a nurse — she must have brought plenty of men to tears in her day. And so I shoved sleep aside and managed to ask:
"You were a nurse... this time around too...?"
.........
A flick of the eyes. She looked my way. For a moment I thought she might be angry — it was the opposite.
"Yes."
She was smiling, perfectly happy. All while rubbing my cock through the warm towel, slow and easy.
"It has always been so. Every single time, I was a nurse, and every single time, the same wound was carved into my back. And once again, I will come to love the same man."
"Explain it so a guy can actually follow..."
"I told you already. Come morning, I'll tell you everything. So for now, please don't waste your thoughts on it."
No promise to smooth anything over, then. Fine by me. I'd stop asking questions and just empty out my skull. It had already been an information-heavy day as it was; I had no desire to use my brain any further.
"Rest comfortably. While you sleep, I'll be giving you pleasure."
When I let out a breath, her dress slid to the floor. She'd been just about undressed as it was, so baring herself entirely took no effort at all.
'Burn scars... I see...'
Unlike mine, her skin was immaculate, without a single flaw. Save for her back, there was probably nowhere unpleasing to the eye. Me, on the other hand — the burn marks lingered even around my genitals, a body that was a little hard to look at.
"How does it look?"
"Good..."
My answer was short and blunt, but Olivia simply beamed. Kneeling with her voluptuous figure bare of so much as a thread, she lowered herself onto all fours and stretched her tongue out toward my thigh.
"Is that so... then allow me to make you even happier... Slurrrrp~♡"
"...Ngh!?"
Her damp tongue traveled up my thigh and made for the space between my legs. Lifting the towel that swaddled my cock just slightly, she left my balls hanging out in the open and laid her tongue right against them.
"Slurrrp… lick… chuu… chuu… schluuurp…♡"
'Her tongue is scorching hot, too—'
For a woman who looked endlessly cold on the outside, her tongue was another story entirely. It blazed as though she'd been deliberately warming it up — as though she'd spent this whole time swallowing something boiling-hot. My blood-engorged cock stayed wrapped in its warm towel while my balls were licked by a tongue hot enough to scald, the sweat and fatigue caked onto them dissolving away.
"Slrp, hehe, ahhh~♡ lick~♡ suck, slurp-slurp-slurp~♡"
"Ah... you swallowing my balls... feels good..."
"...Ith that tho~♡"
At my praise she pressed her tongue in even tighter. She dragged it over every wrinkle of my scrotum, then puckered her lips together.
"Schloooob~♡ Schloop~♡ Sck, schluuurp~♡"
Air gushed out through her lips as she sucked my balls into her mouth, and the sound was downright bewitching. With the hand kneading the towel, she kept squeezing my glans tight and letting go, tight and letting go, applying pressure all the while.
'Ahh, my glans, it's melting—'
It wasn't even a handjob, yet something about the hot towel latching on and peeling away again felt entirely different. She sucked my balls to her heart's content — schluuubb~♡ — and even the way she inhaled set her apart from every other woman I knew.
"Schlp♡ schlp♡ mmmuuuh… haaahm… hng… hnngh… Master Balls… thank you for all your hard work today, too…"
'Hnn...'
"Master Cock as well… mmnh, schluuup♡ pop♡ schluup-haah…! Hnn, hah, ahh… you've been through so much…"
Gripping the glans wrapped in the hot towel and releasing it, gripping and releasing, she flattered it over and over. Lost in the sensation of my balls being swallowed into that heat-drenched mouth and sucked back out with a pop, I let my mind dissolve.
"You've had such a long day, haven't you… all that stress, and no one to help you… it seems you've suffered in so many ways…"
Schluup… schlp…
She kept sucking my balls in and letting them back out, sliding both hands lower along my legs. My right leg bent naturally at her touch. She'd smeared something over her hands — a smooth oil, prepared God knows when — and now she pressed deep into my tired soles, kneaded them loose, and stroked them with tender care.
"Schlub♡ schup♡ schup♡ phhheww… How furious must you have been, for someone so gentle as you to go kicking that, of all things…"
"You were watching that?"
"...Yeth. I wath wathing."
Schlp, schlp, schluuurp~♡
She confessed she'd seen me boot the trash can, her voice heavy with pity. I squirmed with embarrassment and tried to pull my leg back, but she didn't let it escape. She kneaded and worked the leg that had kicked the trash can, wringing every last drop of stress out of it, then gave the other leg exactly the same treatment.
"It will be all right… from tomorrow on… thingth will be different…"
Schlp-schlp… schloop~♡ — she murmured her cryptic little lines right into my balls as she sucked them up.
"Thingth that thtreth you out… thingth that make you angry… there will hardly… be any… ever again…?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Who knowth… mmwah~♡"
.........
...She pinned it on tomorrow again. Today alone had been this much — just what was supposed to happen tomorrow that she'd talk like that?
Schluuup… schlp… sck… schluuuurb~♡
'Ahh... damn it all...'
If not for the liquor and the exhaustion, I'd have bolted upright, seized her by the hair, and demanded answers. I couldn't. Olivia's ministrations simply felt too good. Starting from my two boneless legs, pleasure crawled up my thighs and burrowed its way through my entire body.
"Now, then… shall we…?"
Around the time the warmth trapped in the towel began to fade, she finally lifted it away. My cock — stiff with fatigue to begin with, and now flushed throbbing-red from the heat — stood so tall I thought the skin might pull taut and split.
"Heh heh. You're drooling. Your seed looks about ready to brim right up to your throat. I'd best give you some relief, don't you think?"
She parted her lips from my balls and wiped their glistening surface dry with a fresh towel. Once the damp skin was cleaned and dried, she rolled it gently under her thumb, teasing it with soft pressure.
"Hoo… hoo… hoooooo…"
Then she blew softly on my glans again, and a bead of precum welled up from the tip of my urethra. Along with a puff of breath warning that she was about to suck, she spread her slick, sticky throat wide open. Not puckered — opened. In that single difference, I understood exactly what she intended.
"Now then — my Olivia throat-pussy… please, enjoy it slowly, at your leisure…"
Slurp~♡
Her outstretched tongue cushioned my glans, and then she dove toward that moist, waiting hole. Too thick, too long — that monstrous thing every one of my women had learned to fear — brutally skewered a woman's throat.