113. I'm Curious (5)
Early spring. The ground in a season that was still effectively winter was, naturally, cold. I’d spent every day trampling over it with my shoes, but I’d never once thought about how cold it actually felt.
"...H-hic, p-phuh..."
Here I was, kneeling on the floor, crawling forward like an animal. I rested my arms on the thighs of the man sitting at the edge of the bed, and while my lion ears—which had sprouted on their own—were firmly gripped by his hand, I was busy licking his blood-engorged... cock. I never thought something like this would ever happen.
"Ung-guk.... ...Guk....... Choo-beub...."
It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since I first learned how to perform fellatio. It hadn’t even been three hours since I’d spent the whole night masturbating while imagining Seo Woojin’s cock. This was the time when other students would be working hard to become great heroes. Yet, I was kneeling on the quiet infirmary floor, shoving his thick, massive cock down to the very back of my throat, over and over again.
I’d only become an 'adult' a week ago, yet it was as if that didn't matter at all.
Thump, thu-thump.
"....... B-beuu.... Ung-eup...."
There was no time to say, "I can't breathe." The same went for "My knees hurt." Or "Don't touch the inside of my ears," or "Can't we change positions?"
Over my neatly buttoned school uniform... I just let the saliva dripping from my chin fall onto my lewd breasts, tightly wrapped in the uniform, and onto the tie that was bent and sagging. I just focused on sucking his cock, which filled my mouth, making sure my teeth didn't graze it.
...Puh-huh. It’s funny. It’s not like the Seo Woojin in front of me is forcing my head down.
"Eup.... Puh-huh...."
I mean, it would be fine to stop for a second because I can't breathe, or to say I’m going to change positions because my knees hurt. It would be fine to scream at him to stop touching my ears, or to wiggle around and adjust my posture. But just... on my own. *Slurp, shh-slurp.*
Kneeling on the cold floor, trembling at the chilling sensation brushing against my waist, the sight of me sucking his cock so diligently... it’s a little funny.
"......Hoo...."
".... Choo-beub, choo-eup...."
My skirt had rolled up because I was wagging my tail while performing fellatio. The strange chill I felt from that lasted only a moment. A small sigh escaped from Seo Woojin, who had been fiddling with my ears. If it were a few days ago, when I knew nothing of lewd things, I wouldn't have understood, but now I roughly knew what that meant.
It meant that my mouth, biting down on Seo Woojin’s cock, and my tongue, licking the underside of his glans... that my service was quite pleasurable. It meant that if I spent just a little more time like this, he would release a flood of hot semen—*splat, splat.* It meant it felt good.
So, I...
"...Puh-hap, hah, haa.... Haa...."
I spat his cock out of my mouth immediately. Because, well... I’d learned something while masturbating all night yesterday. The longer it takes to ejaculate, the greater the volume of semen...
....... ...Yeah.
"...Why are you stopping?"
"...My jaw hurts."
A string of saliva stretched and vanished against my chest, but I didn't particularly care. I’d been dripping saliva everywhere while performing fellatio anyway; it wouldn't make much of a difference if a little more got on there. ...I just needed it to dry. Looking at it, it seemed like it would dry in about ten minutes. If I were in a rush, I could just say I spilled some water while drinking. Men would probably just think they’d found a reasonable excuse to sneak a peek at my chest; they wouldn't be curious about what the liquid actually was. ...Well, they might indulge in various delusions about why there was a water stain like that, but I didn't want to complain about that. If I did, I’d get scolded by Seo Woojin—a lot, a whole lot.
"Is that so? You didn't say anything like that when you were with Yozora."
"...Maybe she likes the pain, I guess..."
"I don't know. To say Yozora is a masochist... I think her tastes are slightly different from that."
"...W-what’s a masochist...?"
"...A taste for liking pain? A taste for wanting to be hit by others?"
"...So it means a pervert."
"Roughly?"
"......"
A taste for wanting to be hit. A scene flashed through my mind for a moment, but I quickly ignored it. In the lewd videos featuring mutant-type transcendents, they always spanked their butts, whether lightly or harshly... They even bit their tails... That must be a 'normal' taste, right...? Or should I say 'mainstream'...? Anyway, roughly something like that... Yes....
"...Anyway, keep doing the fellatio once your jaw feels better."
"......"
"Then what should we do now..."
"......"
Seo Woojin, who had been touching my ears for a while even after the fellatio ended, only now shrugged his shoulders while leaning back on his hands. ...What was in front of me, with my lion ears twitching, was a cock that was soaked in my saliva and throbbing—a cock that was as long as my face, or even longer, without even needing to measure it.
"...Ah, right."
"......"
"Like Yozora did last time... ...Can you do it with your breasts?"
That thick, massive cock that had been completely wrapped in Yozora’s large breasts yesterday, yet the tip had poked out nonchalantly, and Yozora had showered it with kisses.
"...D-do I just have to sandwich it between them...?"
"Yeah. You can move in that state... or, lick the tip with your tongue."
"...I'll try. I might be a little clumsy..."
"It's fine. Actually, Yozora was just pretending to be skilled; she was actually pretty bad at it."
"...Heung."
I stared blankly at that cock. Truly, literally blankly, for a moment. Then, I swallowed the thick saliva pooled in my throat and carefully pulled on the tie that was slightly stained with my saliva. I had to take off my school uniform first, after all.
"...Su-a."
"Y-yes?"
"Don't take it all off... just try unbuttoning the top buttons a little?"
"......"
"Just throw the tie over your shoulder, too... ...Yeah. Like that."
"......"
I threw the tie I was about to take off over my shoulder and, as Seo Woojin said, wiggled to unbutton the top buttons. I didn't really know why he wanted me to do it this way... but maybe it was so I could put my clothes back on quickly if an urgent situation arose. After coming up with a somewhat persuasive deduction, I unbuttoned the next one. ...*Pop.* Making the gap in the uniform wider. One by one, one by one, so that all the air that had been stiflingly trapped around my chest could escape. As my breathing became a bit more comfortable and the buttons I was hesitantly undoing reached my under-bust, a bit lower than that.
"......"
I pulled up the white t-shirt I was wearing under my uniform and bit it slightly with my lips. ...I had intended to take off both the uniform and this t-shirt completely, but Seo Woojin told me not to take it all off. So, I had no choice.
"......Pheu...."
I glanced up at Seo Woojin’s face once, then lowered my eyes languidly and moved my hands. My white bra, which I’d matched so the color wouldn't show through. I pulled the front hook hard. Finally, in the warm air of the infirmary heated by the heater, I revealed my breasts—which gathered men's gazes every single day—so that I could show them all, even though I was dying of embarrassment. And not just that, I brought them right in front of his incredibly stiff cock, which had become engorged with blood because I’d been biting and sucking on it.
"......"
"......"
Now, I had to wrap his cock with my breasts... ...Ah, seriously... I’m dying of embarrassment. I knew this would happen since I was showing him my body, but... ...Ughhh.... I can't lift my head at all.
"......Eup, eubeup."
"...Keep the t-shirt out of it and talk. I don't know what you're saying."
"Pheu.... T-there..., please don't get angry even if I'm a bit bad at it..."
"...Why would I get angry at you, you idiot."
"......"
"I won't get angry, so just try doing it slowly, however you want."
He seemed to get angry at Yozora, though. He’d flick her forehead... and punish her by ramming his cock... deep into her cervix, thumping away... ...Right, well. They’re dating, so that must be why. For now, however I want. However I want...
As I replayed Seo Woojin’s words in my head, I bit the white t-shirt again and straightened my hunched waist a little more.
"......"
With my mouth, I carefully sandwiched the root of his cock—the part I hadn't been able to swallow completely—between my breasts. ...Well, as a result, it ended up wrapping around the entire shaft of his cock. I was about to look up at Seo Woojin for a moment, but instead, I bit the t-shirt with my lips again, with his cock inserted so deeply I could hear my own heartbeat. If I didn't do this, something strange would get on the t-shirt. Slippery pre-cum, or semen... or something. My saliva was better than that, right?
If a woman's clothes smelled like a rich, musky male... surely... ...Ah, wait. One thing to ask before that.
"...Pheu.... Hey, does it feel good...?"
"...Yeah."
"...Really?"
"Why would I lie about something like this? ...And in the first place, what man would dislike something like this?"
"......"
Unlike when he dealt with Yozora, Seo Woojin was infinitely gentle with me. I looked up at him blankly, then slowly lowered my gaze. It’s strange. When I sucked him with my mouth earlier, there was a lot of pre-cum, and the root I held in my hand was twitching quite a bit. But now, he says it feels good without any such signs? ...Liar. When Yozora did this for him, he looked like he felt better than he does now. Even when he had sex with Yozora, and when she ejaculated into my mouth after spraying her own fluids everywhere, it felt full of a violent sensation rather than gentle.
"......"
...My body, too, could be treated violently as you please, just like you did with Yozora. Therefore, I said,
"...Y-you can be honest with me."
"...Honest? About what?"
"Like, compared to Yozora, my breasts don't feel that good..."
Slightly dejected, I revealed my shameful inferiority complex,
"Or maybe..., yeah, is there something you want to try with my breasts...?"
Born from that inferiority complex,
"...Hey, um.... You don't have to be as careful as you are with Yozora..."
Revealing my pathetic inner thoughts, which were only half-honest,
"We're... sex partners, after all."
"......"
"...It’s not just about me feeling good; it’d be better if you felt good too, right?"
Adding a reasonable excuse to that,
"...Is this, good?"
"...Hoo......."
Pressing my breasts from both sides with his elbows, he pulled back the t-shirt covering the glans, licked the glans firmly with the tip of his tongue just like Yozora had done, and after glancing at Seo Woojin’s face with eyes that asked if this was the right way, ...*slurp, slurp.* I stroked his hard, hot cock with my breasts. Until Seo Woojin, who had started stroking my head again, let out a pleasant sigh. ...Until the stiff root of his cock was wriggling and trembling inside my breasts. Diligently.
Just when the hand of Seo Woojin, who had been fiddling with my lion ears, started to apply a little more pressure.
"Something I want to try? With you?"
"...Yes."
Finally. A voice that felt a little violent, with all the gentleness gone, similar to when he dealt with Yozora,
"...If I said I wanted to do nothing but have sex with you all morning here, would you get angry?"
"...I-I wouldn't get angry.... It could happen..."
To my weak, weak eardrums,
"I want to have sex with you. ...I have condoms properly, too."
"......"
"Of course, not all morning... Once? Or maybe twice."
He thrust into me mercilessly. 'No. It’s not about the condom. I wanted to have a romantic first experience like in a pure romance manga... I’m not interested in sex yet. Besides, how is that monstrous-looking thing going to thumping-thump its way into my body...' I should have said that, but in this situation,
"......"
"...Hey, there’s some in the bottom-right drawer of the desk, right?"
I couldn't even hide my thumping heart, wondering how far it would go if I inserted it now,
"......"
"...Why don't you go bring a box of condoms first? You have class, too."
Letting Seo Woojin hear all of that heartbeat, I kept measuring the length of his cock, which was becoming stiffer and stiffer, over and over again.