Poolside Tease: Lavishing Cock Praise on the Swimming Prodigy
Japanese anime always has schools with swimming pools and swim teams—does that stuff really exist in real life? I've been to Japan, but never bothered stepping into a school, so what would I know? In this world, though, which rips off so many anime tropes, of course the academy has a fancy indoor pool. Money's no object when you've got more than you could ever spend.
It's great for classes, leisure, and for the girls gunning for the national team—it's where they burn their souls training. Me? I'm using it purely for eye candy.
Once proper swim classes start, the girls in my class will strut around this pool in swimsuits that scream their personalities. The academy doesn't mandate a specific one, so any girl who wants to use the pool can flaunt her custom, pervy design. The one time autonomy gets emphasized like this? Love it! Can't wait!
That's for later, though. Right now, with the sky pitch black, it's got nothing to do with classes. Normally, no one would be using the pool this late like I am. But in the original story, there was always one.
A future national team hopeful grinding away even after the moon's out.
"Oh, there she is!"
Splash, splash—the water droplets bouncing. Proof someone's swimming. As I approach the pool, I spot a figure slicing through the deep water underwater. Cliché, but she looks just like a mermaid princess.
Her name's Lusalka. Same as the mermaid from Slavic folklore. Easy character to remember.
Her family's nothing special, but her insane swimming talent got her into the academy. Kinda like Fumina.
She's a first-year, one year my junior. Funny calling her that when I'm a transfer, but whatever—technically, she's got more academy time under her belt.
Short blue hair. Killer muscles that really stand out. But what really grabs your eye? Those massive tits on a competitive swimmer. Born with a penalty that screams "not built for swimming," yet she boasts the academy's fastest times. Pure talent incarnate.
In the blink of an eye, Lusalka laps the pool five times, then exhales a long breath and climbs out using the ladder. Can't just ogle for free, so I give her a round of applause as praise.
"Whoa, that was awesome. You swim like a beast—totally badass!"
My vocab's limited, so no fancy compliments, but whatever. The sentiment should get across. For real, I'm praising her sincerely. I've got the sensitivity to appreciate insane skill when I see it.
"What the hell is a guy doing here? Who are you?"
"I'm an academy student too. Special admit for massive cock."
"...Oh, right. I think I heard there was some freak special admit in second year. Guess the academy's standards are looser than I thought."
"Ouch, words like daggers. Let's get along anyway—we're both special admits with no connections. All we've got is talent, so at least our relationships should be solid, right?"
"Pass. Sorry, but getting lumped in with some nonsense 'massive cock' specialty creeps me out."
Cool and haughty. Kinda reminds me of Erika. Normally, that high-and-mighty, bitchy attitude would piss me off, but I'm letting it slide with magnanimity.
Why? 'Cause she's hot as fuck!
Lusalka's in a standard competitive swimsuit. Aside from the slightly low back, it's something you could see IRL. But her body's so slutty, even plain fabric can't hide the sex appeal. Hell, competitive swimsuits are erotic by design!
If only she'd paired it with black thigh-highs... perfection. But she's mid-swim, so whatever.
Getting horny means she's soon-to-be my onahole pussy. What's the point in getting mad over a few words from a hole that'll be squealing under me anyway? Her defiant stance just makes breaking her more fun!
"Don't look at me like that. I was seriously impressed—like watching a real mermaid princess."
"If you're swimming, use the other lane."
"I wanna learn to swim too—teach me? Learning from a pro's gotta make a real difference."
"I have the pool key, so until I'm done, you need to leave. Not that you'd last anyway."
Hmm, perfect parallel lines. She's drawing a clear "no talk" boundary, so pushing just makes me look pathetic.
Normally.
"C'mon, why so cold? I just wanna be friends~ Can't you cut me some slack?"
I brazenly close in and yank her swimsuit before she can react. The tight fabric stretches, wedging deep into her plump pussy. Mmm, just as I imagined—thick, juicy thigh meat perfect for pounding.
"Eek!! What the— what are you doing?!"
Lusalka yelps in protest but doesn't slap my hand away. Her brain's programmed not even to consider it.
"Huh? I'm not asking for the moon here. No need to be so stiff—teach me to swim?"
"I-I'm not your teacher! Go find someone else!"
Ooh, fair point. But so what? I'm the type who can bulldoze anyway.
"Aw, c'mon~"
I shake the swimsuit front-to-back, side-to-side. The wedgie vibrates her slit, and her pussy—thinking it's cock incoming—refills with lube instantly. Carmen's was sticky; this one's clear, watery, and gushes like a fountain.
"See how much effort I'm putting in? Least you can do is match it, right?"
"Wh-what effort is this...?"
"I don't know any better way to show girls I care. Is there anything more important to a horny pussy than playing with it?"
I grip harder and yank up. Lusalka instinctively goes on tiptoes to ease the pressure, but no dice. The fabric digs to her limit, crushing her clit. Even the mighty Lusalka has to fold now.
"O-okay...! Okay! I'll teach you! Just teach you swimming—stop...!"
"There we go."
I let go, and the suit snaps back with a wet slap! against her belly. Love that sound.
"Hah, hah... ngh...!"
Furious at the one-sided play, she glares daggers, then drops her eyes. No words left for a bitch who folded without a fight.
"Hah... So, what's your swimming experience? You're not expecting zero-to-hero from scratch, are you?"
"Oh, I wanna learn breaststroke."
"Breaststroke? Sure, possible. Not my specialty, but for practical swimming, it's solid."
Lusalka heads to the water.
"First, the form in the wa—"
"Actually, you can't see the form well underwater, right? Better practice on land first."
"If you say so. Fine."
She lies prone on the pool deck. Those huge tits squish against the floor in a way that's indescribably hot. Oblivious to how slutty she looks, she extends her arms prayer-like and closes her legs.
"This is the basic pose. Spread your arms out to push the water, flare your ankles and knees outward, then kick straight. Got it?"
"Hmm~ I'm a total noob, so one demo and explanation ain't cutting it. Replay a few times?"
"Hah? Whatever."
Breaststroke's frog kick for a reason—that ridiculous leg spread looks hilarious. Love it.
"Heh, fuckin' hot."
"What did you say!?"
"Nothin', just mumbling. Keep going."
Her face flushes crimson as she bites her lip. Not used to cock praise? Shame for such a stacked body. Now that she's heard it once, she can't unhear it. The pussy stain from earlier gets a fresh, thicker coat.
"Pussy juice keeps leaking? Turned on showing off to me?"
"Wh-what nonsense? It's just from swimming!"
Oh, playing it like that? Game on.
I yank the back of her suit and snap it. The smack echoes, and pussy juice fans out in a perfect arc on the deck where her crotch was.
"Pfft! No way—you came from that? Pussy too weak or what?"
"N-no...! No way I'm that weak...!"
"Looks like a total orgasm to me. Lying bitch. Bet you're an untouched pussy, huh? Explains why it's so sensitive."
Her body twitches at my words, then she snaps back coldly.
"Fine, yeah—untouched pussy. No one wants a muscly, unfeminine girl like me. Happy now?"
Yup, classic reaction. In the original, Lusalka's insecure about her femininity—too muscular, too strict. With those juicy tits and hips? Bullshit setting, but whatever.
Protagonist bonds by fixing her complex. With the mod? By praising her pussy utility. Like this.
"For real? Thought you were a wrecked used hole. Didn't peg you for virgin."
"...Joke around moderately."
"Not joking."
I spread her pussy lips wide through the suit. Ripped muscles everywhere else, but tits, hips, and this pussy? Plump and delicious.
"Pussy needs some muscle for that tight squeeze. Yours'd milk cock like crazy, I bet."
"..........For real?"
"Ahh~ Wanna pound Lusalka's pussy! Fill that chewy, tight hole with cum~"
"Eek!! Sh-shut up! We just met—what the hell?! How do you even know my name!? Focus on learning to swim!"
Talk tough all you want—her folds are dripping nonstop. Poor pussy, denied womanly joy till now. Especially neglected. My duty? Teach it its onahole purpose.
Anyway, time to devour this sporty girl's pussy nice and tasty~