A Monster's Idea of Procedure

"Sniff, sniff."

Out of nowhere, the creature sniffed the air, then swiftly lowered ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠itself beneath me and seized my crotch through my pants.

The way it stared at what my pants concealed — the stance, the glint in its eyes — was exactly like a predator closing in on its prey.

Drip.

A hot liquid landed on my trousers, and I felt its warmth seep through.

Only then did it truly register — the being in front of me was a monster — and I began to regret ever being brought to this place.

"W-wait a second…!"

I lunged forward, hand outstretched, driven by the terror of the unknown — but I was already too late.

Riiip!

With nothing but the strength of its grip, the creature tore my pants and the underwear beneath them apart at both seams in a single motion, leaving my limp member exposed in all its glory.

"W-wait, please! Hey!! Hey, hold on a second————!!!"

"…What is it?"

Drip.

Only after my desperate screaming did the monster glance up at me, though drool was still dripping steadily from the corner of its mouth.

Had it looked like some creature out of a horror film, I would have screamed in genuine revulsion — but at least the exterior was that of a beautiful woman, and that dulled my sense of rejection considerably. Staring at that contradiction, I ironically came to understand why the monster had bothered mimicking human form in the first place.

"There's supposed to be a procedure! Things like this! And what ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠exactly do you mean when you say you're going to eat my semen!?"

"Suck it out. Then swallow. With my mouth."

The monster seemed to be reaching the limits of its patience, its speech turning blunt and clipped.

In other words, it intended to suck my penis with its mouth and swallow my semen — the act commonly known as fellatio.

"I-it smells, okay? I haven't even showered since getting off work."

"Irrelevant. Don't care."

"Wait…!"

Slurp.

Before another word could leave my mouth, the monster swallowed my cock whole into its mouth.

"Nghh!?"

A staggering suction rippled through the entire length of my limp shaft, and a pleasant, scalding warmth wrapped around the swallowed flesh — like sinking my body into a hot spring.

"Nnhh? Ngh-hah!? W-wait, just…!"

Slurp… schlop! Schlop!

With pursed lips, the monster swallowed my cock in one direction, taking it deep into its throat, and then began to move its head.

Against my own will, my cock swelled gradually harder, and the root-tearing suction combined with its saliva to begin an earnest, thorough assault.

It's embarrassing to admit, but I had never actually been with a woman. I'd never kissed anyone, never had a blowjob — and honestly, I was so flustered in that moment that I had no idea what to do with myself.

But one thing was clear: this was not any normal procedure for sex. At least as far as the monster was concerned, this wasn't sex at all — this was predatory activity, a feeding, and my semen was the meal.

And yet — watching a beautiful woman, watching the woman I'd fallen for, slurp hungrily and obscenely at my cock… my body hardened on its own. Whether it counted as predation or something else entirely, the simple fact remained: a woman was lavishing my cock with attention, and my cock knew exactly what that meant.

Slurp! Schluuuurp!…

"Nghh, uugh, S-Seong-ha…! W-wait, j-just a little — nghh! W-wait, oh, ohh!?"

When I looked down, I saw, through the curtain of her hair, a pair of eyes that had turned fully beast-like — never once missing a beat of its ministrations, staring straight into mine without blinking.

It looked like a predator straining to snap the throat of prey that dared to struggle.

Give it up. Give it up already.

Spit out your semen. That's what I'm telling you.

Under the fierce glare of a predator demanding its meal, my lust — and everything else — briefly told me to run for my life, but the moment for that had long since passed.

"I-I'm about to…"

Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Schlop!…

The instant I gave my warning, the monster's tongue coiled around my cock inside its mouth like a serpent, and its head began bobbing up and down with mad abandon — and my climax came surging toward its peak.

"Ngh — nnh! It's, it's coming…!"

Throb.

My hips bucked off the bed without my permission as I came, every drop of fluid in my body seeming to drain downward all at once.

The moment my release hit, my cock was sucked so deep into some inner darkness that it almost hurt, and a scorching heat flashed through my entire body.

"Nghh…!"

Blind under a wave of unbearable pleasure, I squeezed my eyes shut and clutched the bedsheets without thinking.

Gulp, gulp…

The monster's throat bobbed heavily several times, and then it lifted its languid, half-lidded gaze — my cock still cradled in the back of its throat.

"L-let go… no, seriously, I think I'm, gonna die…!"

For several seconds I trembled through a pleasure that threatened to drive the sanity right out of my skull, and when I realized this maddening ecstasy was only going to continue, I started slapping the bed and begging.

"Pwah…"

Only then did the monster finally slide its mouth off my cock, and a long strand of saliva stretched between my shaft and its lips before dripping down, staining the sheets.

Even then, the creature didn't seem satisfied — it darted its tongue over the tip to lap up the fluid pooled at my slit, smacking its lips.

"Delicious. This suits my taste."

"Hahh… hahh…"

Whether the monster was pleased or not — its eyes glinting with something like greed — I could only gasp for air, chest heaving.

Still reeling from the aftershocks of pleasure, I found myself trapped in one useless thought: so this is what it would feel like to be assaulted.

"However… there is room for improvement."

After savoring my semen for a while with its lips still slack and parted, the monster's eyes returned to their usual apathetic flatness. It settled onto the edge of the bed and looked down at me, sprawled where I'd collapsed.

"When I examined your house earlier, I found it to be filthy in many places. A place like that cannot produce high-quality semen. Furthermore, I discovered that the nutrients in your semen show a tendency toward imbalance. Fortunately, you appear to exercise regularly. For quality semen, exercise is essential."

Suddenly the monster traced a finger across my abs — muscles hardened from years of construction work — and the sensation raised goosebumps across my skin; I flinched away without meaning to and pushed myself upright in bed.

"I-I'm sorry… no, wait, that's not it — who does something like that out of nowhere!?"

"Do what?"

"I mean… it's, it's my first time with any of this, so…"

The words left my mouth and I immediately thought, God, I sound like some blushing virgin — mortification flooded in, but I forced myself to see it through to the end.

"Some warning, maybe? Or like… some consideration for me as a person?"

"Was I not being indirect when I warned you? And were you not pleased as well?"

"I-I mean, yeah, it felt good, but… it was way too one-sided. That's basically assault, you know…"

"One-sided?"

The monster cocked its head, evidently failing to comprehend, and repeated the word back at me.

"It's just — things like sex, or, or foreplay — there's supposed to be talking, time, a whole process, both people involved. To you it's just eating, but it's not like that for me."

It was a little funny, I'll admit — a guy who'd never so much as had sex lecturing like he knew everything.

"Going by this woman's memories, I don't believe that's necessarily true. Come to think of it… with this woman — Seong-ha — you never mated with her. In fact, you never even touched her body, did you?"

The monster stabbed straight into the heart of the matter, and a choked sound tore out of me before I could stop it.

"S-so what's the problem with that!?"

"……"

"I mean… what… what's the problem with that… exactly?"

When the monster fell silent and simply stared at me, something in me wilted, and honorifics slipped out at the tail end of my sentence.

"It doesn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠matter. Not with me."

"What?"

"As long as I receive your semen, you may touch my body however you wish. I can perform any act you desire."

I was struck speechless. I hadn't expected that in the slightest.

"Things like foreplay are unnecessary. As for arousal — your body can produce it without you bothering to prepare me. You need only use me as a tool, for your pleasure alone."

"No, still… that's…"

"Why? I've told you I don't mind, and you are my boyfriend, and you receive the very semen that is my food. If anything, I should be grateful — my body alone secures a safe and reliable meal."

The monster's eyes had returned to their usual serene, cool gaze, and I could see no lie in them. Not a trace.

"…Haah… my head's a mess. Just give me a little time to think. I've been through way too much in one day — I can't process any of this right now."

"Understood. You do need rest, I suppose. That much I can comprehend. Then I will prepare your meal. Unlike me, you require a different kind of sustenance."

The monster slid off the bed and abruptly opened the refrigerator.

"Meal? Wait — more importantly, you… no, what about your parents? What are you going to tell them — or anyone else?"

"Parents? Ah — you mean this woman's. Seong-ha's parents?"

"Yeah, exactly. It's the middle of the night. I don't know what you told them when you left, but no matter how you look at it, wouldn't they be worried sick?"

"A valid point. You are intelligent. Worth every bit of choosing you as my boyfriend."

It was the most obvious thought in the world, yet the monster looked at me with something that was almost admiration.

"There may be missed calls. Check the phone."

"Okay."

The monster pulled the phone from the bag it had brought and began scrolling through the call log.

Watching it handle the device with the practiced ease of someone who'd owned it for years, it truly sank in — the monster had made Seong-ha's memories entirely its own.

"Just as you predicted. Calls from her parents."

"Figured…"

"Then I should call and reassure them. That will prevent complications later."

"Hold on…!"

Before I could get another word out, the monster had already dialed Seong-ha's parents — and the phone was answered on the first ring.

Drip.

With Seong-ha's own ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠voice and a bright, breezy tone, the monster wrapped up the call with her parents in less than a minute — then turned to me with the same flat, apathetic eyes as always.

"Well? Was that not flawless?"