New Hobbies
I had acquired some new hobbies.
It wasn't that something new had suddenly caught my interest.
The interests had always been there.
I had simply reached a situation where I could finally enjoy them.
The first was receiving paizuri service.
"Do paizuri for me again today."
"Fuck……."
She cursed, yet diligently prepared the lube and settled herself between my legs.
This was already the third time I had received paizuri service from her.
Maybe that was why her movements now looked so natural.
Ah, and the important part here was that it wasn't just paizuri—it was receiving paizuri service.
I had thoroughly enjoyed paizuri during the period when she was suffering through her period, but back then she had just lain there while I did all the moving myself, so it hadn't counted as "service."
Truth be told, I had wanted her paizuri even before that.
Just like how I had originally harbored a slight fantasy about handjobs, the situation of receiving sexual service from someone was a perfect bullseye for me—someone who carried conquest and domination deep in the bottom of his desires, along with the related sexual fetishes.
"Nngh……♥"
"You're doing great, so it's fine."
"Fuck, don't stroke my head……♥"
When I stroked the head of the girl who was panting and squirming with my cock sandwiched between her massive breast mounds, her mouth said she hated it, but I could clearly see her expression melting.
Until then, an unspoken rule had existed between us: the moment I came, the play ended.
Because what we did was a contract—I gave her pleasure, and in exchange I received pleasure as well.
That was why it had been sumata.
An act that could be finished with a single climax, something we could share together.
But those shackles had been broken a few days ago, in that place.
Inside the cramped little hotel room with only a double bed, where she no longer had her own room to escape to.
There, I hadn't stopped, and she hadn't run away.
Squish, squish.
"Haa……♥"
"Good, good."
"Ah, heh, ehe……♥♥"
From that day on, every time she knocked on my door, I demanded paizuri.
She might curse, but she never refused.
And even after I came once, she no longer went back to her own room.
"Ah……♥"
Semen welled up from the very root of my shaft.
She must have felt the throbbing of my cock, heated red-hot from the friction, because she reacted before I even spoke.
"I'm cumming!"
"Huum……♥♥!"
As the climax surged up from the tips of my toes and I thrust my hips upward, she followed the guidance of my hand on her head and took the tip of my cock into her mouth.
Bwoort, bwoorrrt!
"Uuum……♥♥♥"
Gulp, gulp.
Every time a mouthful of semen shot from my cock, her throat bobbed and sucked out even the last remaining drop of pleasure.
Feeling that pulse through the hand stroking her head, it felt as if her ecstasy was resonating into me as well.
"Hoo……."
"Nnnnngh……♥♥♥"
As my ejaculation gradually subsided, her body began to tremble finely in reverse.
At the edge of my vision I saw the stain on her panties growing darker.
She always got swept away by a wave of climax the moment she swallowed semen, like a conditioned reflex.
I knew this orgasm of hers wouldn't end easily.
The hand that had been stroking her head slowly slid down her cheek and caressed the corner of her mouth, still wrapped around my cock.
"Open your mouth."
"……Ah……♥♥"
Still submerged in pleasure and unable to open her eyes properly, she released my cock the moment my fingers touched her lips and opened her mouth to show me.
Her sensual tongue, wet with saliva, tickled my fingers inside that vivid red mouth.
Between those scarlet mucous membranes, not a single trace of white fluid remained.
Seeing how she had cleanly sucked down everything that had entered her mouth, I stroked her disheveled hair and praised her.
"Good girl."
"……Ahhae, heh……♥♥♥"
My newly acquired second hobby: feeding her my semen.
This fetish was something I had originally possessed from web novels and jack-off material, but it had exploded the moment I saw her suck down my cum of her own accord before.
This girl—when she was sober she freaked out just from a cock getting near her mouth, yet once she was drunk on pleasure she would put the semen in her mouth first.
In that sense, the act of paizuri was a perfect posture for awakening her instincts.
We were doing this every day and she still wasn't avoiding it—didn't that mean she was addicted too?
Hmm, if I keep training her like this, maybe she'll do fellatio or irrumatio for me later?
"Alright, get up."
"Nnh……♥"
She slowly rose on legs that had no strength left in them.
That was when the outfit she still hadn't taken off came into view.
Black lingerie panties that paired perfectly with a black garter belt.
She had originally been wearing a bra as well, but she had thrown it aside right before the paizuri.
My third hobby: dressing this girl in whatever clothes I wanted.
"……Why do you make me wear stuff like this……."
"Because it's pretty."
"Hnn……♥♥"
The negligee she had worn before—had Mother-in-law packed that for her?
I had asked her to wear it again the next day too.
And she had agreed, even while blushing with embarrassment.
Using that as a springboard, I had started buying clothes that suited my tastes and putting them on her.
Negligees were nice, but wearing only one thing got boring, so the set I had bought this time was black lingerie and a garter belt. Aside from the garter belt, everything had been ordered from a proper lingerie shop, so it wasn't some cheap play prop of shoddy quality.
Her measurements had been hard to find, so I had to pay extra for a special order, but seeing this sight made that cost more than worth it.
"Come here."
"……♥♥♥"
That day as well, we did sumata until she passed out and fell asleep together.
My newly acquired third hobby—dressing Jae-min up—wasn't limited to sexy sleepwear for the bedroom.
Click!
"Smile."
"……Fuck."
"Uh-uh, you have to listen to your husband."
"Don't talk bullshit."
Click!
"Lean forward a little more."
"……You fucking bastard……."
"Perfect."
Click!
Mmm, a fine piece of work had come out.
The way her huge breasts stood out against the white outfit brought out both the character's and this girl's charms beautifully.
"Jae-min, since we're going to Japan anyway, want to time it with Comiket? If you go as a cosplayer dressed like this, it'd be a huge hit."
"Don't say actual garbage."
"Then Seoul Comic?"
"……Fuck, I seriously have zero intention of going out in front of other people looking like this, okay!?"
"So that means this is a look only your husband gets to see. What a wonderful mindset."
"Y-you crazy bastard!"
The outfit she was wearing was the costume of a goddess character famous for her huge breasts and blue ribbons.
This was the true essence of my third new hobby.
Making her cosplay.
"The photos came out great too. Here, look."
"……Fuck, this is disgusting."
"Why? They turned out well."
"……They turned out so well it's even more disgusting."
"Didn't you like this character too?"
"……."
She paused for a beat, then exploded with agonized rage.
"Fuck! You think I want the character I liked because it turned me on to become me?! You think I'm gonna get turned on looking at myself?!"
"……Hmm, is that so?"
She doesn't get turned on?
Honestly, I got curious.
She still had all the memories and sensibilities from when she was a guy—had she really not gotten hard looking in the mirror?
"You didn't get turned on looking at yourself? Looking in the mirror should be plenty arousing."
"……It doesn't turn me on. Fuck, you think I'm gonna get horny just from looking at my own tits?"
"Hmm……."
That's weird.
For a guy, this body was one you couldn't possibly not get hard over.
"You done taking pictures? I'm going to change."
"Yeah. Oh, can I show these to other people?"
"……Fuck, do whatever you want."
"Really? I can seriously show them off to whoever I want and brag?"
"Do whatever the fuck you want!"
Bang!
I had permission, so of course I would do as I pleased.
I immediately picked up my phone and opened my Bluebird SNS account.
As you could tell from my major in Subculture Artwork, I was someone who drew pictures.
And the account I had just opened was the one I used to post those drawings frequently.
I hadn't touched it since enlisting, so it had been nearly two years.
If I posted here, all the classmates who followed me would see it, right?
Bet your place doesn't have a wife like this?
This is what they call teabagging!
I had mosaicked the face, but considering the history of this world, my friends would probably all know who it was.
Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong
Mmm, the notifications were already rolling in.
But I do not stand against the blowing wind.
In a few hours they would accept it too.
Thinking that, I tossed my phone aside and sprawled out on the bed.
Completely unaware that my actions were kicking up a bit of a storm.
<Bluebird SNS Capture>
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