Kim Hae-rin - Treatment (3)
Mora's eyes flicked toward me for a moment. To be precise, they traveled over my face, my crotch, and the finger-shaped marks her own grip had left on her thigh. Her expression still looked tired, but it was a little different from the blank indifference of moments ago — she plainly meant to clean this up before the annoying situation tangled itself any further.
Somewhere along the way, her smartphone screen had gone dark. Her finger tapped the edge of it once, twice, then stopped.
"Ahem."
The fake cough couldn't have been lazier.
"About the roasting-you-in-the-chatroom thing — I apologize."
"You call that an apology?"
"I sincerely apologize, Patient Kim Hae-rin. I inappropriately shared the condition of your genitals on my personal messenger. Going forward, I will record any sensitive matters equivalent to medical information in my work chart only."
"Why does that sound exactly like contract boilerplate?"
"Because if I phrase it this way, there won't be any blowback later."
If nothing else, her gift for rubbing people the wrong way was national-treasure tier. I clenched my teeth and glared at her — though the glare was, admittedly, ridiculous, what with my cock still buried inside her and her legs draped loosely behind my back. I'd come barely a minute ago, and the faintest shift of her walls made my glans flinch. Nothing quite like raging while still sheathed.
Mora took in my expression and sighed.
"Then, by way of apology, I'll do the mesugaki act for you."
"…What?"
"You wrote it on the intake form, didn't you? 'The type that can be put in their place.' I'm not that character, but I can manage a rough imitation."
"No, forget it. Springing it on me out of nowhere would just piss me off more."
"So you're refusing my apology?"
"That's not the same thing."
"Then we'll call it accepted."
"No, when did I ever—"
Mora undid her legs. The moment her ankles slipped free of my back, my hips were mine again. My cock slid partway out of her, and her walls dragged wetly over the glans one more time.
"Nngh…♡"
Damn body. The sound leaked out before I could stop it, and Mora's gaze dipped slightly.
"Still responding nicely. Erection sustained even after the first release. You're taking the medication well."
"Stop evaluating me."
"Can't be helped. It's the treatment."
I worked my hips back slowly, drawing my cock out. Her walls clung to the glans right up to the last second, and I slipped free with a wet pop. Bared to the air, my cock gleamed with a mix of her juices and the gel.
Mora, still seated on the bed, turned to face me.
"Any position you'd prefer?"
"Where's this coming from?"
"A treatment service that reflects patient preferences. Though I won't do anything too strenuous. A sore back is a hassle."
A position I'd prefer. We'd technically just done missionary. No — could you even call it that? We'd ground against each other for a moment, and in the end her legs dragged me over the edge. That hardly counted as having sex in missionary. The mating press, then? No — think about it, there was no way my stamina would manage that. First things first: something where I could move my hips comfortably.
"The prone position… would probably be easiest to move in."
Once the words were out, my voice had gone small for no reason. Why am I deflating? Say it like you mean it. You're supposed to be the S here. And yet the instant lie down for me actually left my mouth, I felt — strangely — like someone who genuinely gave orders.
"Good idea. Prone is comfortable on my end too."
She set her smartphone down beside the bed, turned, and lowered herself onto her front — elbows braced against the sheets, upper body dipped low. The slender line of her back curved into a deep arch, and her hips rose.
Her ass wasn't large, but the shape was lovely — the line from waist to pelvis slim, the underside firm and neatly rounded. Now I understood why the silhouette had looked so good in pants. There wasn't much flesh to spare, yet the back of her pelvis protruded with clean precision, oddly arresting against the white sheet.
A tail jutted up from the small of her back, its thin, tapered tip swaying in a lazy rhythm. Matching that rhythm, Mora rocked her hips gently side to side. Her sex opened and closed wetly with the motion, over and over, the juices smeared along her inner thighs catching the light.
"This is the apology ass dance."
"Don't narrate it. Just do it…"
"You demand a lot, considering this is a service that's bleeding me dry."
Even so, I couldn't tear my eyes away. Furious as I was, I was getting turned on. And that was the most infuriating part.
This was the same person who, minutes ago in the chatroom, had roasted me with names like 'pathetic-dick' and 'cock-fodder' — and now she was bent over shaking her ass while my cock stiffened all over again at the sight. Ha. My head and my dick really don't speak to each other.
I took my cock in hand. Enough time had passed since my first release for the stimulation to have dulled. Her pussy was still soaked with gel and her own juices, so there seemed no need to apply more.
Kneeling on the bed, I settled in behind her. Her pussy showed between her prone thighs, the inner flesh looking redder and damper for having just swallowed my cum. The entrance quivered faintly, and I couldn't stop watching it.
"Get yourself lined up and come in. And don't spend five minutes failing to find the entrance this time."
"That was my first time, for your information."
"Right."
"Don't give me that flat 'right,' it makes me want to scream."
Mora swayed her hips a little harder, the tip of her tail whipping through the air with little whooshes.
"Apology service, round two," she said, turning her head just enough that I caught her profile. Then her lips moved, small and stiff.
"Paaa—theee—tic— diiick—♡"
It was the cadence of someone reading aloud from a school textbook — the exact register of an elementary schooler being forced through a script at the school festival. The intonation was stone dead; the only thing between the words was a bizarre, dragging stretch. I froze for a moment, utterly dumbfounded.
"To think a dinky little dick like that would try to enter my precious pussy. How laughable."
"Cut it out."
"I've only said two sentences."
"I said cut it out."
"But the patient wanted—"
I reached out with both hands and seized Mora's ass. The monologue stopped. Flesh compressed beneath my palms — not large, but springy, soft enough for my fingers to sink into, with the firm muscle underneath bracing it all at once. Her tail sprang straight up for an instant, then settled back into its lazy sway.
"Oh."
"That got a good reaction out of you. Keep the act up, though, and I might actually hit you."
"Violence is prohibited within the hospita—"
Without answering, I pressed my cock to her entrance. Finding it was easy this time — with her hips in my hands, the angle lay open before my eyes. The moment my glans kissed the entrance, the wet flesh parted for it naturally. I pushed my hips forward, slow.
"Nngh…"
This time the sensation was different. In missionary, the angle ran from below upward, the glans bulling straight through the ridges inside her head-on. Prone changed the whole direction — her body took me in from behind at a slant. The entrance was as tight as ever, wet flesh biting down on my glans while the first ring-shaped fold scraped draggling over its underside. And the pressure wasn't shoving straight in; it felt like being twisted upward from beneath. My cock was short, so the distance it traveled wasn't long, but with the angle changed, entirely different parts caught on the glans.
A slick scrape. "Nngh…♡" Another fold slipped past. Mora's insides repeated the same pattern, yet with the position changed it felt completely different. The further the tip advanced, the more the underside of my glans kept snagging. The flesh within clung to my cock so tightly it seemed determined not to lose it. Then I was fully sheathed, the root of my cock pressed flush against her entrance.
Unlike my first release, the urge to come didn't surge at once. Having come once already, the glans had settled somewhat. Instead, every ridge inside registered deeper, richer.
"All the way in?"
"Yeah."
"Then move at whatever pace suits you. Hold out too long and you'll only stretch out your treatment."
I tightened my grip on her hips and drew back slowly. Her walls followed, biting down, refusing to release me, and as I pulled out the glans climbed back over each fold in reverse — a long, wet scrape. "Hnn…♡" I pushed in again. Scrape, scrape, deep—. "Ah…♡" A moan slipped out, but I was fine. The pressure was building, sure, but at a level I could hold. I moved my hips with confidence.
Squelch— squelch—. The sound of gel and juices stirred together filled the room. Every time my thin, short cock slid in and out, Mora's narrow inner walls closed around it without the slightest gap and let out another wet gasp. When I pulled back, her entrance gaped faintly; when I plunged in again, the folds were dragged inward along my shaft.
I kneaded Mora's ass as I moved, savoring the feel of it — that firm flesh shifting under my palms.
Smack. Still a soft sound. I picked up the pace. Smack—, smack! Hip met ass with sharp little cracks.
The treatment room was well soundproofed; not a whisper from outside made it through. All that remained was my own ragged breathing, the sodden slap of flesh, and the creak of the bed springs.
"Haah…♡ Ha, at this rate…♡ I've got the lead now, right?"
Mora gave no answer. Her narrow walls wrung my cock, and my glans rode those repeating ring-folds without end. Every thrust in: a slick scrape, smack—! Every pull out: a slick scrape, squelch—. Terrified my short cock might slip free, I found myself clutching her ass for dear life, hunched over her back, straining with everything I had.
The pressure to come built slowly this time. I was lasting far longer than the first round, and an unearned confidence began to swell in me. That's right. You seeing this? I am not a minute man.
"Hngh…, ah…♡" My moans were getting louder by the second. Sweat slicked the hands gripping Mora's ass; my fingers kept sliding, forcing me to clamp down harder. The tip of her tail shivered in short little bursts, right on the beat.
"Ahah♡, now I'm…♡ getting the hang of it…♡♡"
Smack, smack! I slammed in harder, and Mora's ass jolted with each blow. Small as my cock was, the sensation of churning through her pussy came through loud and clear. Being short only meant my glans ground into the same spot, over and over, concentrated. Every time the folds caught that tender spot beneath my glans, a jolt of pleasure shot straight up into my brain.
The urge to come was rising. But I could still hold it. I was doing way better than before, wasn't I? Just keep moving a little longer, then come whenever I decide to. That's what really taking the lead means.
Then it struck me how quiet Mora had gone. Quiet was her default, but she'd usually still toss in a line or two — "Take it slow." "The moment you feel it building, you come. Right away." "Patients really do talk too much." Something along those lines.
But now, strangely, she said nothing at all.