Onahole
Onahole
Lala, who had been carefully watching my actions, suddenly jumped onto me and swallowed my Flesh Rod in one gulp.
The moment I, flustered, tried to pull Lala off,
Squeeze! Squeeze!
"Ohh!"
An incredibly soft and squishy sensation traveled up my Flesh Rod and struck the frontal lobe of my cerebrum.
An unseemly groan involuntarily escaped my lips.
Lala, finding pleasure in that groan, rejoiced greatly and squeezed my Flesh Rod even harder.
However, her enthusiasm was too much, and the already strong squeeze became unbearably intense.
"Lala, stop! It hurts! I said it hurts!"
I quickly made Lala stop.
Lala, realizing belatedly that she had been too excessive, looked at me, unsure of what to do.
"I-It's okay. It's your first time, so it can't be helped. But why am I saying something like this?"
This is exactly the kind of line a woman would say to comfort a lover who made a mistake during their first time! And the situation is quite similar too!
Not only is it not a human woman, but a Female Slime for my first experience, and I'm even in the woman's role.
Self-loathing washed over me like a tidal wave.
Rub-rub
"Ugh! Lala, what are you doing now?"
As if to comfort me, Lala began to caress my Flesh Rod again.
Not by squeezing hard like before, but by gently rubbing.
Lala's body was so soft and squishy that even just that brought considerable pleasure.
"Lala, stop. I said stop."
Squish?
"You mean, isn't it good? No, it feels good, but still, this isn't right."
As I said before, I wanted to lose my virginity with someone I loved.
Above all, I didn't have a taste for non-human beings.
Kkyu-hing
At my firm refusal, Lala drooped as if disappointed.
Lala's sadness was fully conveyed to me through Telepathy.
Overcome with guilt, I thought.
'In this situation, isn't it impossible to lose my virginity with someone I love? I don't even know if the person I like, my senior, is dead or alive, or where she is if she's alive.'
'Do I really have to see my relationship with Lala as sex? Can't I just count it as masturbation? Thinking of Lala as an Onahole.'
'Right, Lala is trying to comfort me. If I refuse, that's not polite as a partner.'
Was it a delusion?
The moment I thought that far, I felt as if something that had been binding me was partially released.
"Lala, I'm sorry. I've changed my mind. Don't stop, keep going."
Squish?
"Yes, really. But you have to go gently until I say stop. Can you promise?"
Pong! Pong!
Lala, lightly shaking her body as if to promise, soon began to gently rub my Flesh Rod as she had been doing before.
"Lala, just a moment. For now, just caress the front part (Glans)."
The pain from when she squeezed hard was still lingering, so I didn't want to feel it on other parts yet.
Lala pulled her body back and then lightly bit only the Glans.
Squish? Squish?
"Yes, just like that. It's perfect right now."
Although I said it was perfect, in truth, it felt incredibly good.
Every time Lala's moist mucous membrane brushed against my urethral opening, a thrilling pleasure made my anus clench tightly, and when the mucous membrane stuck to my Glans Corona and moved, it felt so good that my hair stood on end.
If I were receiving a well-worn fellatio, wouldn't it feel something like this?
"Lala, now put it in deep."
As if she had been waiting for those words, Lala pounced on my Flesh Rod and swallowed it completely again.
The moist mucous membrane clung to my entire Flesh Rod without the slightest gap.
It felt as if countless lips were kissing me.
The incredibly soft and squishy body pleasantly squeezed my Flesh Rod.
I can guarantee that even paizuri wouldn't feel this good.
"Lala, I'm cumming! Drink it all up!"
Splurt! Splurrrrt!
It was a stimulation more than enough to make a virgin, who had never even properly held a woman's hand, ejaculate.
In the end, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated a full load of Semen deep inside Lala's body.
Kkyuing♥ Kkyuing♥
Did my Semen suit her taste? Or was it because it was the crystallization of my love?
Lala displayed more intense emotions than ever before, greedily devouring the Semen.
With Lala's image as the last thing I saw, I fell asleep.
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Thwack!
A hammer swung with all my might struck the Zombie's shoulder.
The enraged Zombie screamed and tried to reach out to me, but,
Squish-squish!
Lala had its mouth and hands covered, so it couldn't accomplish anything.
I seized the opportunity and swung the hammer once more.
This time, the hammer lodged itself in the Zombie's head, just as I had wanted.
"Phew~."
Pong-pong!
"Ah, I'm okay, Lala. It's all thanks to you."
I sighed in relief, looking down at the collapsed Zombie.
Lala, who had hurried back after locking the back door, jumped up into my arms, worried about my well-being.
Stroking Lala, I thought.
'It's really a relief that Lala is my first summoned creature.'
Today marks one week since the Apocalypse began.
During that week, Lala helped me in so many ways.
First, hunting.
Hunting, to exaggerate a little, wouldn't even have been possible without Lala in the first place.
From luring Zombies to restraining them, and even preventing their shouts from calling other Zombies.
Lala performed those tasks perfectly, without a single mistake.
In contrast, I made so many mistakes that I felt ashamed of myself.
Even when Lala had a Zombie firmly restrained, I often hit it somewhere other than the head, just like before, and there were quite a few times when I tried to hit a Zombie but ended up hitting Lala as well.
Once, the tip of my spear grazed Lala's core, which was essentially the Slime's heart, and at that moment, I was so angry at myself that I wanted to commit suicide.
Lala, who could have died, didn't get angry at me; instead, she acted cute and comforted me.
Since then, I discarded the spear I had painstakingly made and hunted Zombies with a hammer I found in a corner of the warehouse.
The hammer was easier to use than the spear, and thanks to that, my mistakes decreased a little.
Very occasionally, I would think things like, 'If I had a powerful summoned creature, I wouldn't be struggling like this,' but I immediately erased those thoughts from my mind.
In an Apocalypse where I didn't know what situation I might face at any moment, I didn't want to become a scarecrow who entrusted everything to a summoned creature.
Next, cleaning.
Lala's very existence was cleaning.
The blood and brain matter spilled by Zombies, ingrained grime, and rust on metal vanished without a trace just by Lala passing over them once,
and Zombie corpses and various trash were no different, just taking a little more time.
Thanks to this, the convenience store I was in, even days after the Apocalypse began, became cleaner than before the Apocalypse, rather than getting dirty.
Recently, Lala wasn't satisfied with that and even started cleaning my body.
Zombie blood, sebum, sweat, and saliva on my skin all vanished as if washed away when Lala sucked them up.
Besides that, I relied on Lala for many things, but if I had to pick the area I relied on her for the most, it was definitely masturbation.
After masturbating with Lala, I masturbated constantly, as if I had returned to my puberty days.
And thankfully, Lala helped me masturbate without ever showing any reluctance.
Not only that, but Lala tried to make me feel even better.
Every time I masturbated, she observed my reactions and inner thoughts to understand where and how I liked to be caressed, and after masturbation, she directly asked if there was anything else I wanted.
Once, in response to Lala's question, I mentioned that I wanted to penetrate a Pussy full of wrinkles and bumps, and Lala immediately recreated a Pussy full of wrinkles and bumps, complete with thick vaginal flesh, a Clitoris, and even a Uterine opening, fulfilling my desire 300 percent.
Incidentally, that night, I achieved the feat of ejaculating 7 consecutive times in a short period with Lala's special Pussy.
'Well, sometimes I still feel like holding a beautiful woman instead of a Slime, though.'
That was a secret, as Lala would be disappointed if she heard it.
Anyway, because of all that, I had a dilemma.
Whether to summon a new creature with the Points I had collected over the week, or to enhance Lala.
Objectively speaking, it was clearly the former, without any need for deliberation.
However, because of Lala's devotion over the past week, I couldn't readily choose the former.
Lala told me not to mind her and to summon a new creature, but,
'How could I not mind?'
In the end, I gave up on using the Points again this time and closed the Ability Window.
The Points I had collected had already reached 4 Points.
Although it seemed small, it was by no means a small amount.
Surprisingly, Points couldn't be obtained by catching just one or two Zombies.
You had to catch at least dozens of them to get Points.
"Lala, let's go to sleep now."
I, who had sighed deeply because of the Points, intended to let the seventh night pass with that as the last thought.
But at that moment,
Kroaaah!!!
R-Run away!
The roar of a Zombie and the scream of a person reached my ears.
"W-What is it?"
I was startled and checked the situation outside through the window.
The angle was awkward, so I couldn't be sure, but it seemed like something had happened at the hospital, specifically near the main gate.
'Why suddenly? Did someone get into trouble by being careless?'
According to the System, the number of people who died from Zombies over the past week wasn't that high.
I could easily guess the reason.
That's because, despite their gruesome appearance, Zombies were ridiculously pathetic.
Their five senses, such as sight, smell, and hearing, were very poor, so they couldn't detect people even from a short distance, and even if they were discovered, their intelligence wasn't high, so they could be easily shaken off by using a little bit of terrain.
The System said that would change soon, but for now, being a little careful was enough to prevent misfortunes caused by Zombies.
"Haaam~. Let's just sleep."
For that reason, I yawned and returned to the lounge, looking pitifully in the direction of the hospital.
Thump-thump
"Aish. What is it this time?"
The moment I was about to open the lounge door, I heard something pounding on the back door.
Could it be someone who escaped during the commotion?
Driven by surging curiosity, I grabbed my hammer and headed to the back door with Lala.
When I arrived at the back door, I could hear it.
-Please save me. Please.
Someone's incredibly faint voice.
I hastily opened the back door.
It was the seventh day since the Apocalypse began.
For the first time, I faced a living person, and a woman at that.