Management
I was exhausted.
Drowsiness I still hadn't shaken off weighed heavy on my eyelids, but my hands moved out of habit, stirring the pot.
How many times had we done it yesterday?
I wasn't sure.
I hadn't counted properly, but piecing together the hazy memories, I'd come maybe seven or eight times alone. And each time I'd pumped her full until there was nowhere left to go, so even I had to admit this wasn't human stamina.
The average human ejaculation is about four to six milliliters, but roughly speaking, mine was easily ten times that. Coming that much, that many times — judging by the size of my balls — was physically impossible.
…I'd trusted the birth control and finished inside, but it should be fine, right?
This abnormal stamina was clearly something that god had messed with, so I couldn't be sure. Who knows. Maybe that god had also remade Jae-min's body into something that ovulates whenever she goes into heat, like something straight out of a doujinshi.
Oral contraceptives work by preventing ovulation, but…
…No way, right?
Anyway, breakfast was ready, so time to wake her up. I turned off the stove and checked the clock.
10:40 a.m.
What time had we gone until last night… I vaguely remembered checking my phone and seeing it was past two, but I had no idea what time we'd finally finished and fallen asleep. Still, at this hour she should get up and eat something.
I grabbed a glass of water and opened my bedroom door.
Click.
The bed was a disaster zone. The sheets were soaked with every kind of bodily fluid, and dried semen, love juices, and a few traces of blood clung to her body.
Hmm. Better clean her up a bit before breakfast.
"Jae-min. Morning."
"…Ugh…"
She answered my greeting with a scrunched-up face. Well, as expected. She had to be exhausted too.
"Get up."
"…Mm… kiss…"
"…"
This kid — did she think she was Sleeping Beauty or something? No, wait. That was something she'd been saying during sex yesterday. Even after falling asleep, was her head still stuck mid-act?
"…Chuuup… mm…♥"
Well, a kiss wasn't hard. When I pressed my lips to hers without her even opening her eyes, she latched onto my mouth like she'd found an oasis in a dry desert, drinking in my saliva.
…Was she thirsty? I'd brought water for exactly that reason, but if she needed water, she could've just asked for it.
"…Haaa…♥"
"…If you're thirsty, drink some water. Come on, sit up."
I sat the half-asleep, pleasure-dazed kid upright and pressed the glass into her hand.
"…Mm."
Gulp. Gulp.
She drank well. With how much fluid she'd poured out herself, of course her throat would be dry.
"Haa…"
"If you're done, give me the cup. Feeling a little more awake?"
"…Yeah."
Answering fine even with her eyes half-closed.
"How's your body?"
"…Hurts."
"Huh? Where?"
"…Down there. It stings. The inside burns. Feels gross."
"Ah…"
"You pervert bastard… how many times did you do it."
"Hmm…"
It was her first time and I'd gone at her like that, so of course it would hurt. Still, maybe I'd overdone it for a first experience. She hadn't shown any pain during it, so I hadn't even thought about it.
"My throat hurts too."
Well, yeah — she'd been gasping and screaming so much, of course it would. Her voice even sounded a little hoarse now.
"You still need to eat, though. Go wash up first."
I was about to turn and set out the food when she grabbed my hand.
"…"
"What?"
"…I can't get up."
"Huh?"
"My legs won't work."
"…"
What was I supposed to do about that. Help her?
Hmm…
Yeah. That made sense. She was mine, so managing what was mine was my job.
"Alright. Then I'll wash you."
"Huh? …Kyah!? Sh-shit, wait!?"
"Quiet."
I scooped her up and headed straight for the bathroom. Hmm. How best to wash her.
"Wait, just put me down! I-I'll do it myself."
"Ah-ah. Stay still."
"…Fuck."
I stripped, turned on the shower to adjust the water temperature, sat in the tub, and settled her on my lap.
"…Is this position right?"
"Yep."
"…It's touching my ass."
"Can't be helped."
"…Nnh♥"
The bathroom was slippery — if I sat her separately she might fall. And since things had come to this, I might as well enjoy it a little myself.
Holding the showerhead in one hand, I sprayed water over her body while slowly massaging her with the other.
"…Hiiit♥"
"Washes off better than I expected."
"…Hnn♥"
"And — you said your pussy hurts?"
"Hey! Hiik♥♥!?"
The moment I touched her entrance, the dried-shut opening parted, and pale, murky viscous fluid poured out from inside.
This… was semen?
"Hhiik♥♥ Hnn…♥ Y-you fuck… how much did you pump into me…"
"Uh… I did come a lot."
When I'd moved my cock, the pressure from all that packed semen had been palpable. Should I clean the inside too? It was a sensitive area, so I couldn't spray the shower directly — better to wipe it out with wet fingers.
"Hwaahk♥♥!? Wh-what are you doiiing…♥♥"
"Washing you, obviously."
When I spread the hole with my middle and ring fingers, clumped semen kept flowing endlessly from inside. Come to think of it, her belly seemed a bit more swollen than usual. Surely it wasn't like some doujinshi where the semen had filled all the way to her womb? The fact that I couldn't say for certain was starting to scare me.
"Hiaaang♥♥ Haahk♥♥"
"That feel good? You said your pussy hurt."
"Hiiuk♥♥ Feels good… doesn't huuurt…♥ K-kiss…♥♥"
"Alright. Kiss."
"Mmch…♥♥"
…I hadn't planned to go this far. But now that we were here, it was way too hot. Even after everything yesterday, I didn't feel that heavy post-orgasm drained feeling.
…Since things had come to this, wouldn't it be fine to just go all the way?
"Chup… slurp…♥♥"
Yeah. That seemed right. Just do it.
"Chuu… haa…♥♥ More…♥"
"Get up for a sec. Turn around and sit facing me."
I turned her body so we sat face-to-face — the so-called face-to-face sitting position. Better for doing it in the bathtub.
"We're having sex."
"Haang…♥ N-noo… hiiiiiik♥♥♥!?"
I ignored the refusal and settled her right down onto my cock. Her hole, soaked with every kind of fluid, swallowed me smoothly.
"Come on. Kiss me. Kiss."
"Hek, hhek♥♥ M-mm… um…♥♥"
Only our second time, but already surrendering to that addictive sensation… I let go of the reins of my self-control.
"…Hurts."
"Yep."
"Can't move."
"Yep."
"Feed me."
"Yep. Here, aah—."
Sitting on the living room sofa in front of the table, I was looking after the kid perched sideways on my lap. After finishing up in the bathroom and bringing her out, she was protesting at me like this.
Well, feeding her a bit of food wasn't hard. Nothing fancy — just seaweed soup over rice with a few pieces of kimchi. And she was happily accepting the spoon I offered like a baby bird.
"Pervert bastard. Horny animal bastard."
"Yeah."
Honestly, I had nothing to say. I'd half expected it to turn out this way, and had steered things in that direction.
"Here, aah—."
"Aah—, nom."
The insults weren't even serious, so this much was cute. I also knew that if I really didn't want to hear it, a few pats on the head would shut her up. And she wasn't even trying to leave my arms like this.
"Oh, right."
"…What."
"When are you planning to stream next?"
"…Dunno."
No plans yet, huh. Well, nothing was set, so that was natural… but if she was serious about streaming, shouldn't she be consistent?
"Then, are you going to school?"
"…"
"At first you talked like you'd at least get your diploma. Said you were thinking of doing a fifth year."
"…Yeah."
"Worried about what people might say?"
"…"
This kid really was a shut-in. Yeah — she was mine, so I had to handle it somehow.
"Jae-min."
"Yeah?"
"You're a math major, so no team projects for your major classes, right? Just go to lectures. And take the electives with me. That'll be enough."
"…!"
"Go to school, and stream too. Got it?"
"…Nnh."
"Answer me."
"…Okay."
She nodded with a startled face. She'd worked so hard to get into school — if she didn't have a clear alternative path, she should at least get her diploma. Lucky that when I half-forced her like this, she'd follow along anyway.
But that wasn't what I'd really wanted to say.
"And you — put it on your channel too. That you're a married woman."
"…What?"
"You can even change your nickname to MarriedGemini or whatever."
"…"
"Got it?"
"W-why all of a sudden."
"You are a married woman. So you should write that you're a married woman."
"…"
Her face went red. Then she shut her mouth and avoided my gaze.
…What was she thinking.
She opened and closed her mouth a few times like she was hesitating… then, with wavering eyes, she spoke.
"…D-do you… like me?"
…Like her?
…This was that kind of meaning, right?
If this desire-mixed feeling that could never be called pure was love…
Yeah. That was right.
Maybe once I wiped away all that black dust, there'd be a heart shining like a polished gem underneath. But at least for now, I knew full well that wasn't the case.
…Which was why I didn't want to answer right now.
"What about you?"
"…"
Instead, I'd show her my desire.
"Not gonna answer?"
"Hik…♥"
…She really did react so easily. I caught her chin as she tried to turn away and forced her gaze back to mine.
"What did I say yesterday."
"…Nnh♥"
Close enough to feel each other's breath. Close enough to feel the warmth of each other's nose tips. I asked her, almost demanding.
"Whose are you?"
"…Y-yours…♥"
So that the answer that could fill my desire would come back to me.