Prologue — My Girlfriend Is a Devoted Masochist and Human Toilet ♡
Prologue — My Girlfriend Is a Devoted Masochist and Human Toilet ♡
My girlfriend has peculiar tastes.
A masochist…
…is a sexual proclivity you run into now and then in fiction and even in real life, but the idiot living under my roof has no sense of moderation, and her particular brand of it is so unusual that you can't just casually say, Wouldn't a guy actually enjoy meeting someone like that in real life? She's a difficult woman.
This had been going on today, yesterday, and for quite some time now.
After playing along with that peculiar kink until the sun looked yellow, I squeezed my eyes shut against the musty smell of the room and the thick, lingering scent of a woman still hanging in the air, then opened them again. My crotch was damp and unpleasant; I'd come so much my balls had shriveled up; my throat was dry; and my head was throbbing.
To escape this miserable situation, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked ahead. An old electric fan whirred away, trying to pull the heat from the room, but the heat refused to leave — and lying naked in front of me, as if blocking the angle of the breeze, was a woman. She was the kind of beauty you might have seen somewhere on television, so with my consciousness only just returning I looked her over.
A dried, fishy scab at the corner of her mouth. Handprints on her cheek. Teeth marks on her nipples. Several fist-shaped bruises across her healthy-looking abs. Her hair was such a wreck it looked less tousled than torn out. Anyone looking would have thought she'd been beaten one-sidedly.
We hadn't used a condom, either — a crust of dried semen still clung to her bright-red, swollen, plump, thoroughly abused pussy and refused to come off — and yet she was sleeping with a look of pure happiness on her face, as if nothing could be better. Judging by the state of her, she wouldn't be getting up for a while, so I pushed myself up and groped around with my palm the way you search for a remote. But nothing came to hand. Apparently she wasn't even on the same bed as me. The only thing my fingers found was the body of this incomprehensible woman.
…………………
……Right.
This woman was not my girlfriend.
Probably — almost certainly — she was a complete stranger I'd never met before.
I'd torn at her hair, slapped her face, bitten her breasts, punched her stomach, and one-sidedly came inside her, and yet I didn't know her name or who she was.
Where's Harin…?
My eyesight is bad.
I'm disabled.
There are plenty of other things wrong with me too, but there's no need to explain them. I pounded the mattress the way a man does when he can't find the remote and is getting irritated, then finally looked under the bed. With a freshly woken mind I realized it late: she wasn't on the bed. When a stranger was lying next to me, she was generally the type to spread a blanket on the floor underneath and sleep there.
"Harin."
"…Yeees?"
Sure enough, when I stuck my head over the side of the bed and braced my palm against the floor, a pair of enormous breasts caught my weight and held me up.
How many cups was she, exactly?
She walked around with two watermelons the size of her own head hanging off her chest, her figure was excellent, and her cheeks were hollowed just so. If you took an anime character and made her real, this was the feeling. She was the kind of woman who didn't just stir up male lust — she got her number asked for on the street and propositioned for sex over and over — so I'd had plenty of thoughts on the subject, but…
"…Ah. Morning already. Mm… I must've overslept masturbating. I'll clean you up right now, so just wait there."
……By now, none of it really mattered.
Saying that, she wiped the sleep from her eyes with a wet wipe she'd kept nearby, then shoved her head between my thighs as I sat perched on the edge of the bed.
"Schlorp-schluuuurp~♡ Slurp♡ Slurp♡ Schluuuuuuurp~♡"
"…Aaaah."
"Nngh~♡ Churrrrrrrrrrrrrrr♡ Churrrrrrrrrrp♡ Slurp♡ Schlick♡ Chu♡ Schlorp-schlorp-schlorp♡"
It was a cleaning blowjob that started without any preamble, but neither I nor Harin found anything strange about it.
When I let out a short moan, she sucked even more happily.
Yesterday I'd had sex with a woman I didn't know, and the residue left on my cock she gathered between her lips and sucked up with wet, smacking little sounds — deliciously, without a trace of disgust — then swallowed with a gulp♡ and coiled her tongue around me like a snake.
"Mmph♡ Uf♡ Looks like last night's partner was pretty wet. Here, and here too — it's all crusted hard between the wrinkles… Mmph… Beh♡ Beh♡ Eb-schluuurrp♡ Nngh♡ Nnnnngh♡ The aftertaste is fishy, so maybe her urethra was loose too~? Nmm♡ Nmm♡ Mmh-nnnngh♡ Schlick♡ Chu♡"
She licked clean whatever was stuck to the veins and the wrinkles of my balls, careful to leave as little spit behind as possible…
And the daily routine didn't end there…
"Beheh, beh, beh♡ Nreh-heeh~♡ Net, neh, nep♡ Nreh-heeeeh~♡"
"Whoa… aah… ah…"
"Mm, feels good, right? You must've been uncomfortable with all that filth stuck on you all night… Nngh… Beheeeeeeh~♡ Beh♡ Ep♡ Ebeh♡ Eb-hreh-eeeeeh♡ Beh♡"
Once the cock cleaning was finished, she lifted both balls with her hands and pushed her tongue into my ass, which had gone clammy overnight, working it up between the folds. She cleaned with meticulous care, tip of her tongue raised as if polishing every wrinkle, while the balls she held aloft she kneaded with both hands like sacred objects — squish-squish♡ squish-squish♡ — giving them the most exquisite treatment. I let out a breath, and that pleasant stretch of time was over almost before it began.
This was the routine.
The whole of it: me having sex with a woman I didn't know, then leaving the cleanup to my girlfriend Harin.
"Schlurp, oo, ah♡ Nngh, uheheh, did that feel good? I was pretty selective this time too… Hey, will you tell me how it was…?"
"…Sure."
Leaving last night's nameless woman behind me, I sat my girlfriend down beside me and recited the story of what I'd enjoyed the night before.
With my cock left in the hands of my deranged girlfriend, stroked in light, rhythmic pumps — pat-pat-pat… pat-pat-pat… — my head buried in those proud, enormous breasts, I muttered along, ranking the pussy I'd tasted yesterday the way you grade something.
How she reacted when I thrust into her. How she felt when I hit her. How well we fit. How good she was at servicing me…
Every last bit of it, the kind of talk that should have been unpleasant under ordinary circumstances, was Harin's pleasure.
"Gulp… gulp… Ummph-ooh, nn, oo, gluuuurrrrrrrrp♡ Gluuuurrrrrrrrrrp♡ Gulp♡ Gu♡ Ooooh♡"
In the middle of that delightful conversation, the moment I bent at the waist and tried to get up, she wouldn't even allow that — she pushed my head back down and drank every last drop. A watersports act in which she took the head of my cock deep into her throat so it wouldn't touch her teeth or tongue and poured my piss straight into her stomach. Treating a person like a toilet. The absolute worst kind of play — and both Harin and I were used to it.
"Gluuuurrrrp♡ Gulp♡ Gu♡ Nn, oo, pff♡ Pff-ooooh, oo, aha~♡"
Once even that was finished, this masochist girlfriend looked me straight in the eyes and smiled.
"I see… I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry… I made you hold something that didn't taste good… It's my fault…"
"That's not it… I just meant her reactions were a little—"
"No. Don't make excuses."
This devoted masochist — who had cleaned my cock, drunk my piss, and finally tended to my cock all over again — declared to me:
"──Next time, I'll prepare a higher-quality woman."
That was my girlfriend Harin's hobby.
If the kink of getting aroused by having your woman stolen is called NTR, then this idiot was the reverse.
A perverted bitch who got off on having her boyfriend taken from her.
A tribute masochist of the type who got excited by offering things up to me.