Curiosity (2)

I was curled up tight inside my blanket, wondering how on earth I’d ended up searching for something so bizarre. The sequence of events was trivial, really. It started with… well, I’d returned home without ever asking Yozora about the tail masturbation. And to make matters worse, the sex I’d witnessed between Yozora and Seo Woojin hadn’t involved any tails or horns at all—it had been a "very ordinary" session that anyone could have. To put it in slightly more intellectual terms, I felt a sense of intellectual dissatisfaction, and I’d briefly considered shooting her a casual message on KakaoTalk to ask… but… well. I gave up on that quickly.

How could I possibly ask her when I could already picture her face, grinning and throwing out all sorts of lewd jokes instead of giving me a straight answer? So, I shook my head, tossed my phone onto the bedside table, grabbed a dinner to soothe my growling stomach, and spent the rest of the evening lounging around reading the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠manga I hadn’t finished yet. I even made sure to shower at my usual time, just in case my mother had the slightest suspicion. And that was the end of the day. Tomorrow was a weekday. I had planned to go to sleep at a reasonable hour and enjoy a high-quality night’s rest.

"……."

1:00 AM. I couldn’t fall asleep.

To be precise, my eyelids felt heavy, but it felt like my brain just wouldn’t switch to OFF. I had a rough idea of the reason. To give a slightly obvious answer, it was because of all the miscellaneous knowledge I’d picked up at Yozora’s place today. To give an even more obvious answer, it was because I’d been masturbating for the past few days and sleeping in until the early hours of the morning. It’s incredibly difficult to move your bedtime forward, but it’s incredibly easy to push it back, so there was nothing I could do about it.

"……Phew…."

And so, it was an inevitable result that I, having poked my head out from under the covers, was now fiddling with my phone under the glow of a mood lamp. …Really. Fortunately, we live in an era where "time trash cans" for people with time to burn are highly developed. Instagram Reels. TikTok. YouTube Shorts. Well, there are games and things like that, but those are far from my hobbies, so I’ll pass. If I were someone with deep and wide social connections, I might be chatting away with a friend who was also awake, but I had my own circumstances, so I’ll pass on that too. But among these options, if I had to choose a way to dump my time into the trash can ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠while simultaneously tiring out my body so I could fall fast asleep…

…Well, there’s, um, masturbation, right?

"……."

It couldn’t be helped. The weekend was almost over, and I had to go to school tomorrow, so I couldn’t stay up too late. The masturbation I was about to do was just a kind of therapeutic treatment to force myself to sleep. It wasn’t because I *wanted* to do it.

Lying on my stomach with my chin propped on my pillow, I flicked my ears and tail—which I’d already let out—and tapped the phone screen.

"Mu…tant…type……."

The first thing I typed into the search bar was none other than mutant-type transcendent sex. Immediately, a list of videos I usually searched for and watched popped up. I’d already watched that one to the end. That one, too. And that one. Should I go to page 2…? Ah. It’s page 4. Let’s see. The video I’d been saving…

…Ah. Found it. The thumbnail of the video I’d been saving for tomorrow… no, no, for the next time I needed to masturbate. It looked incredibly lewd even just from the thumbnail, so I should be able to masturbate excitedly with this just like yesterday, right? Great, great. Then now…

"……."

…What is this? Was this video always this unarousing?

"Hmm…?"

I tilted my head, but nothing changed. It was definitely the video I’d decided to save because it was so, so lewd, yet it didn’t turn me on. Even when the woman in front of my eyes—or rather, in front of the camera holder’s eyes—was having her innocent tail pulled and being pounded away at, it didn’t turn me on. I wasn’t being picky like a film critic; I just needed to be turned on enough to masturbate… so why?

"……."

…Could it be because of what happened during the day? Maybe it was because I’d seen a much more stimulating video—not one with a plain woman like the one in the thumbnail, but a mutant-type woman with a pretty good chest, fair skin, and a seductive eye-smile, wearing cute, baggy pajamas, being pounded by a man who wasn’t some plain guy from a thumbnail, but a handsome… a, a handsome man with a great body and a huge… c-cock. Maybe my standard for "lewdness" had climbed much, much higher… is that it?

"Ugh……."

So, did I have to go find Yozora and Seo Woojin every time I wanted to masturbate? I tucked that stupid conclusion into the deepest corner of my brain. Instead, the next idea that popped into my head was: what if I looked for a video that suited my tastes? You know, even with manga, isn’t there no genre that’s easier to get into than romance? If I approached adult videos with that same logic… and as for my tastes… I knew a few things.

"……."

And so, with my tail wagging under the blanket, I searched for… …um, sex while smelling semen.

"……Eh…."

But the results were only in the double digits. And they were all low-quality videos that screamed "amateur." The women and men in them were just plain people you’d see walking down the street. There was no woman who subtly leaked lewd pheromones like Yozora, and no man like Seo Woojin who… …well, um. Anyway, there was no one like that. Was this a really unique taste? No way. That couldn’t be. The smell of semen was actually quite sweet and nice… and the taste… well… it was a bit fishy and bitter, but it wasn’t like I couldn’t eat it. Was I the only one who felt that way? Really? …Hmm.

For now, I pressed the back button and left the page. Unless there was a thumbnail that turned me on, they were all so crappy that I didn’t even feel any sexual desire. I’d just wasted my time for nothing.

"…1:10 AM. Hmm…."

Now what? Because I’d made up my mind to masturbate, I’d actually woken myself up even more. …At this point, I felt like I wouldn’t be satisfied until I masturbated until I passed out. I didn’t care about my tastes anymore; I just needed one video that would turn me on…

"Ah."

Right. It wasn’t a case of cultural cringe, but maybe searching in Korean was the problem. Searching for Korean terms on an English site in the first place—wasn’t that a bit rude? Since the number of videos would be different from the start, wouldn’t there be tons of arousing works if I searched in English instead of Korean?

I fumbled to turn on a translator, and although I wasn’t sure if it was accurate, I shoved the words written there into the search bar. And then.

"……Heh…."

Finally, I started moving my fingers, pressing down on the panties I had pulled over my thighs. A pretty woman. A handsome man. That satisfied the minimum requirements, at least.

"……."

But after masturbating for about two minutes like that, my perked-up lion ears drooped down.

"…Seriously…."

To give you the conclusion first, this didn’t turn me on either. The video quality was much better than before, but something… something was missing. The woman and man kissing, having sex as if they cherished each other, lightly brushing their lips together, having sex slowly. *Splat, splat*, ejaculating. And then… the end…? …Why? That wasn’t what I wanted to see.

"I wanted something a bit more intense…."

Seo Woojin and Yozora were a couple, but they didn’t have sex where they cherished each other like that. Didn’t they have sex as if they were saying, "If it feels good, that’s all that matters," sex that seemed to be breaking Yozora? It was really like… like they were mating. That was much more arousing…. Yozora looked like she felt amazing, too…. Ah, seriously…. How do I search for "real sex" instead of this kind of house-play sex on screen…?

…! Right, that’s it.

"I might as well…."

I could just type words that were bound to be intense into the search bar. For example, rape… um… …tr-translation… ah, Rape, or something like that. Yes, yes. My brain was working well today. It was a bit embarrassing that it only worked when I was trying to have a good masturbation session, but well, anyway. I shook my head to forget the rest and continued my search.

However, not only were there no videos of actual rape, but there weren’t even any videos with that kind of concept. Since I wasn’t a person without common sense (probably), even if I was a bit stupid, I could vaguely guess the reason. …It was probably because it was a crime. Well, if not, then whatever.

"…Hmph."

My first attempt had sunk quite spectacularly, but I had no intention of giving up here. It wasn’t like those were the only words that would be intense, right? …I could try searching for things like positions.

"Come to think of it, the one I saw last time was…."

The video where he was pounding away while pulling her tail tight—it had something like "doggy" written in English…. Since "dog" was "dog," it probably meant something like that. I quickly copied the title, added that to my search, and waited for the results with a pounding heart.

"……Ugh…."

…And just like that, the thumbnails were filled with women on all fours. Among them were mutant-type transcendents whose tails were already being pulled taut, and women who still had faint, stinging handprints on one of their buttocks. Th-this, finally, it felt a bit lewd…. It didn’t feel like the affectionate sex I’d seen earlier, but sex that was truly meant to feel good. I perked up my ears to check for any sounds outside the bedroom, then placed my phone by my pillow and tucked both hands between my legs.

…For starters, I chose the video I’d seen earlier with the handprint on the buttock. Because… well, just because. Yes.

"……. …."

I skipped the first 5 minutes as soon as it started. …Then, *slap, slap*, sounds that were a bit obvious as to what they were doing, though I still didn’t quite understand why they were doing it, leaked out cautiously from my volume-1 speaker. It was a common enough act, as it often appeared in manga, but… hmm….

In the meantime, the phone I’d left by my pillow slipped and fell into the corner of the bed with a *thud*. …I think this is better. Even if the sound leaked, I could just bite the pillow and masturbate.

"…Hick……. Ungh…."

I stroked the area around my clitoris, which was already waiting, hard and ready, and took in the mating on the screen. The slim waist. Below that, the soft-looking buttocks—the buttocks that were just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠starting to show faint red handprints—were pressed hard against the man’s firm lower abdomen, *thwack, thwack, thwack*, in time with the hot, heavy breathing of the man holding the camera in his excitement. Really, as if he were going to pound all the way into her womb. As if he were going to ejaculate inside her right then and there, *thwack, thwack*. And then, when the woman’s buttocks were trembling and she was waving a white flag, saying, "I’m, I’m coming right now," the man pulled his cock out with all his might as if to tell her to take a break….

"……?"

…Eh. Is that all there is…?

Why is the thickness only…?

The scene where he tapped the handprinted buttocks with his cock was nice, but why was the length only that much…? …The Seo Woojin cock I saw a few hours ago was much more…. Could it be that a cock ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gets smaller when you put a condom on?

"…Ah, ah. Hmm."

No. What on earth are you thinking? That size was obviously going to feel much better than a cock that would only hurt, much better than a cock that cast a shadow on Yozora’s belly every time it was buried to the root. …Look. Even the woman in the video is catching her breath, pouring out her love juice while having sex with such a small cock. If the man had been Seo Woojin….

……. I, I don’t want to imagine it….

"Haa…. Hick…."

Without realizing it, I pressed down on the clitoris area that had suddenly become soaking wet, and carefully moved my fingers. Imagining that I was the woman in the video, lifting the buttocks I’d been lying on on the bed a little higher, thinking that a cock was pounding into my belly, …the average male size Yozora had mentioned. Imagining it being buried until it reached a place far from my navel, the place Yozora had pressed down on, I masturbated….

"……. …. ……."

Unintentionally—I swear to the heavens, unintentionally. I didn’t do it on purpose, but unintentionally. Not entering such a shallow place, but… thinking about what it would feel like if he forced his way in deep, even though I was screaming at him to stop. *Slap, slap*, taking the sound of buttocks being slapped from the phone into my eardrums. …Thinking about it being buried right below my navel. The place Yozora had poked with her finger. I only imagined it, but at the same time, I was pouring out love juice, masturbating.

"Ung, ooh……."

I wasn’t even looking at the phone screen anymore; I buried my head in the pillow, lifted the blanket covering my body with my tail, and sprayed my love juice onto the towel I’d laid underneath, *splat, splat*, and unlike the woman in the video I’d just watched, even though my whole body was trembling, I continued my clitoral masturbation. …Why does this feel so good?

Asking a question that had no answer, I pressed down, *press, press*. And then.

"…. ……♡"

I dropped both hands that had been between my legs onto the soaking wet towel. I’d probably splashed some on the blanket, too, but how could I care about that now? I was too busy letting out lewd moans into the pillow….

…What do I do? I think this feels much better than the masturbation I did yesterday…. …Ugh, I’m coming again….

"……Phew…."

…I said I wasn’t really into it…. And I was scared because it was too big…? Someday, I’ll have sex with someone whose cock is smaller than Woojin’s…? I really don’t care if it’s a little small…? Actually, I prefer the smaller side…. …Um…. Ah, seriously…. I don’t know anymore, now….