Practical Training (7)
...It feels like I’ve become a little kid peeking at my parents having sex.
“Don’t… don’t lick it…!”
“...I’d like it if you licked it a little.”
“That…. Ah, that, the cock, yeah, I’ll lick it really hard, so please, stooop….”
It had been about ten minutes since I was putting Han Su-a’s clothes, soaked in her own aek, into the washing machine. It had been ten minutes since Seo Woojin, who had approached me quietly, told me he planned to fuck Han Su-a and that I should get lost and stop interfering. It had been ten minutes since I was sent off to the bedroom with a pathetic, half-drunk excuse of, "Then have sex with me later, too. ...Like a beast."
Hearing the sound of juice spilling, I knelt by the bedroom door, pressing my ear firmly against it after hearing Han Su-a’s declaration of being a "sex partner." I couldn’t hear everything, but using the muffled, intermittent sounds as my side dish, I used my fingers to go as deep as possible... to scrape against my own vaginal walls.
“Practice deep-throating next time; today, just try licking with your tongue. ...It felt amazing earlier.”
“……Chup…. Ugh….”
The sound of Han Su-a, the A5-grade meat prepared for the Master, diligently licking the Master’s cock. In time with the sounds drifting from behind the firmly closed door, I scraped my vaginal walls with my index and middle fingers, inserted all the way to the root. ...It was a cock that had been so hard even when he was raping me, so how fully erect must it be in front of Han Su-a, whom he truly wants to fuck? Perhaps it was even a knuckle-length larger than when he fucked me. ...If so, just how far inside does it reach?
Even if Su-a, who has fingers a few knuckles longer than mine, could take it, I was only 160cm tall—average in Japan, but tiny in Korea—so if I tried to take it all in... I might really break. But the imagination of being fucked all night long like an onahole by such a Seo Woojin, by a Seo Woojin who was so incredibly aroused. The imagination that he would choose me as his onahole, leaving behind a fainted Su-a, saying it felt better to fuck a petite girl. The imagination of being subjected to irresponsible internal ejaculation—ignoring the fact that I’m in my fertile period—over and over again, then lying prone on the bed with my hips barely lifted, twitching while panting for breath.
Filling my head with these impossible fantasies, I dirtied the bedroom floor with my slippery aek for a moment.
“Su-a.”
“.......”
“Stop wagging your tail. It’s annoying.”
“...Phe-ugh….”
A slightly lewd thought slipped in.
104. Everything has a cause and effect. It means that whenever a result appears, there is always a plausible reason attached to it.
For example.... The reason Seo Woojin still had his cock standing stiffly right in front of my eyes was because I, unsatisfied even after one round of ejaculation, was diligently licking it with my tongue. Or perhaps because I was licking it from the root, full of the most masculine scent, like lapping up milk, and upon reaching the glans where a faint scent of semen remained, I was holding it in my mouth like a kiss, licking it with devotion.
The reason I was lying obediently on top of Seo Woojin’s face, my hips twitching, was because his arms, filled with lean muscle, were clutching my pelvis tightly, refusing to let go, and because Seo Woojin lightly biting my clitoris with his lips and licking it felt so good that I was leaking aek in little spurts.
...Because of that.
“Chup…. Puh-hap….”
The fact that I, who had been performing fellatio, suddenly revealed my ears and tail, and in that state, was wagging my tail and sucking on his cock with devotion, must be a result that occurred because of some cause.
“Phe-ugh, ugh…. Chup….”
The problem is, what is that cause?
“Ugh-ugh…. …Phe-ugh, ugh….”
It, um, probably, the one I had just been gulping down diligently.... ...There is a high probability it is his semen.
“……Be-eh…. Ha-ugh….”
...Ahaha. Funny.
Of course, something similar happened when I smelled semen on Yozora earlier, and since that’s the only thing I can guess, I’m about 99% sure it’s true, but.... What on earth does a Mutant-type transcendental have to do with semen? Does it mean that because I’m a Mutant-type, I’ve gone into heat like an animal? ...Lies.
Heat... you say. I just swallowed that fishy, tasteless liquid, so what heat?
I smirked while licking Seo Woojin’s cock, which was still heavily stained with a lewd scent. If I were really in heat, I would have already seduced Seo Woojin.... and after lying down here on the sofa, I would have been having sex "like a beast," right? Like I’ve seen countless times in adult videos, having him pin me down with that male body of his, fucking me until I break....
And one more thing. Masturbating while imagining what it would feel like to have sex while having my tail pulled. This much is something I can imagine even without being in heat, right? Yeah, yeah. I saw on the internet that there are many Mutant-type women like me. Yozora, who is also a Mutant-type, seemed to know something, too. And wanting to smell the scent of semen up close, that’s very normal, not something you’d call being in heat....
“Su-a.”
“...Um, ugh……?”
As I was licking the glans until I could no longer taste the semen, lost in all sorts of thoughts, Seo Woojin’s voice reached me. At the same time, he gripped my hip with the hand that had been holding my waist and continued.
“...That’s enough cleaning fellatio, go down under the sofa for a moment.”
“...Bueh-eh…?”
“Don’t make a question mark shape with your tail…. Just go down.”
The words "You said you’d let me eat more semen, so why are you telling me to go down?" rose to the tip of my throat, but instead, I obediently licked the tip of the glans a few more times and moved to the side of the sofa. With his gray sweatpants and underwear hanging on his knees, I waddled over.
He wouldn’t end it here, anyway. With his cock still engorged with blood like that, if he stopped now, he’d probably go into heat and pounce on me instead? ...At the very least, he’d need to drain everything in his seed pouch to feel refreshed.... That seed pouch, which is just as plump as his erect cock.
“...Can I suck it again now?”
“No. Before that, just a moment….”
I had asked while looking up at him with my red, plump tongue hanging over my lips after gulping and clearing my mouth of bodily fluids, but Seo Woojin only sat on the sofa and ran his hand through his bangs once. As I shared a gaze with his pitch-black eyes, my focus drifted slightly downward, and I stared blankly at Seo Woojin’s cock in front of me. The cock that was soaked in my saliva, bulging with thick, prominent veins, ...a cock that looked like a male’s.
“...Ung-hep…?”
Because of Seo Woojin’s touch, which had approached without me even realizing it, I let out a strange sound.
“Wh, what is it…?”
“It’s fascinating.”
The lion ears that had popped up on top of my head. Because Seo Woojin had touched them as he pleased without my permission.
“What’s so fascinating about this…. Ugh….”
“It’s my first time seeing a Mutant-type’s animal ears this close. Do you hear sounds through these, too?”
“You must have seen them while treating people in the infirmary….”
“When I’m treating them, they all look normal. You were like that, too.”
“…….”
Having nothing to say since he said I was like that too, I shut my mouth and let out only small, groaning sounds. Ye, yeah. I was like that too, but how many Mutant-types are there just in the Academy, and you’ve never seen them up close? This feels like a lie....
....... ...Ah, wait. That spot, inside the ear, you shouldn’t touch it carelessly....
“It really feels like animal fur, not hair. Soft…. That kind of feeling.”
“...St, stop it….”
“...What, you can even flap your ears?”
“It’s because you keep touching them, that’s why…! It means don’t touch, this does….”
“Ah…, but still, I’m not touching them like Yozora was. She was really kneading them earlier. I’m just stroking them lightly.”
“...That may be so, but….”
“Anyway, it’s fascinating. And cute, too.”
“Cu, cute…? Me?”
Because of the strange words that suddenly reached my ears, my eyes, which I usually kept half-lidded, widened. At the edge of my vision was Seo Woojin, smiling brightly as if my reaction was cute.... ...amusing.
“Yeah. You’re cute.”
And it was Seo Woojin, who didn’t retract his words and pushed forward with them. ...Someone who looks like me is cute? What kind of nonsense is that.... No, no. This isn’t the time to be paying attention to such things. The important thing is that even while saying this, Seo Woojin keeps touching my ears. Yozora, who had guessed slightly because she was a Mutant-type too, was the worst for touching them so much, but Seo Woojin, you’re bad too for touching them like this even after seeing that incident right next to you.
...Even now, I’m holding back with all my might, feeling like I’ll cum if he crosses the line just a little bit.
Of, of course, it feels good to have them touched. But showing him the side of me that twitches and cums just from having my ears touched, even if we are sex partners, is a little.... Ugh….
“....”
If I keep allowing Seo Woojin skinship like this, I’ll feel incredibly good. But if I do that, there will definitely be hundreds more embarrassing situations. As I agonized between the two, torn between them.
“...Seo Woojin.”
“Yeah.”
“Th, if you want to… over there….”
“…….”
“...When we’re alone, I… it’s okay to stroke me.”
“...Really? My ears? My hair?”
“…….”
Avoiding his gaze, with the prerequisite of "when we’re alone," I nodded my head sullenly and ended up saying that. ...I absolutely didn’t give him permission because I felt good about the three-syllable, short word "cute." Even if my tail keeps wagging every time you stroke it, even if I try to keep it still, it’s absolutely not that. They say noblesse oblige, right? It’s a necessary action for the external image management of those who have something. This is similar. It’s just that since Seo Woojin likes my ears that much, I just did him a favor.
...And it’s not like cumming in front of a sex partner is particularly embarrassing, right? If anything, it’s only natural.
“You’ll keep your ears out while I’m stroking them, right?”
“...Why? Should I make them invisible again?”
“No. When I touched them earlier, they were fluffy and even soft, so I wanted to keep touching them. And they’re really cute to look at, too.”
“…….”
Cute. A word I’ve almost never heard, except for when I was a little kid crawling around. But a word that makes my cheeks burn and the corners of my mouth twitch every time I hear it. ...A word that makes my heart thump-thump.
I tried to relax my eyes as much as possible and said as I crawled obediently between the thighs of Seo Woojin, who was sitting on the sofa.
“...There. Touch them as much as you want. ...If I tell you to stop, then stop.”
With his cock, covered in transparent liquid, right in front of my eyes. Staring at it blankly, not like a Mutant-type transcendental, but like.... a cute pet. As if I were wearing a collar that said "Han Su-a." Being gently stroked by a man, I began to tickle the tip of his cock.... with my tongue.