Curiosity (7)
My breath, thick and heavy with arousal, hitches in my throat. I exhale as softly as I can and grip Han Su-a’s hips. Every time my thumbs press into her pale, plump flesh, her waist twitches as if the sensation is almost too much to bear. Each time she shifts, exposing the skin that has become obscenely slick despite me doing nothing more than touching her, a sound escapes her lips—not quite a pretty sound, but a raw, honest moan that borders on a whimper.
I press one hand against the small of her back, pinning her down, and nudge my glans against her damp entrance. The honest moans she was making just a moment ago vanish instantly. She stays pressed flat against the bed, only the tail peeking out from under her skirt twitching. It’s stiff, lacking the fluid, graceful sway I’ve seen before, as if she’s too tense to even move it.
"…I’m sorry?"
"…."
I ask, pushing my glans into her tight, narrow opening to see if I heard her correctly. Perhaps that’s why. After her thighs naturally spread, they begin to tremble, clamping down on me. As if to say that this—this shouldn't be happening.
"…If I ask you what you're sorry for, would that be too much like a teacher?"
"…."
I let out a joke that barely passed through my brain, clouded as it is by lust, and begin to torment her clitoris with my erect cock. I’d already discovered her erogenous zones once before, by pure chance, when she’d visited the infirmary. She’s a woman whose entire body is essentially one massive erogenous zone—someone who would clearly find joy in being teased anywhere.
"Ngh… Ugh……."
Just from having my glans rub against her clit, she’s already buried her face into the pillow she reached out to grab, her hands clutching the innocent bedsheets, her hips—already beaded with cold sweat—shuddering, and that tail, which was stiff before, now standing bolt upright. It’s obvious she’s going to soak these sheets through.
"…Don't just keep your mouth shut. Can't you tell me properly?"
"Hng… Puh…."
"If you only say you're sorry out of nowhere, how am I supposed to understand that?"
I suppress the arousal rising to my throat, forcing myself to speak slowly, almost chewing on the words, trying to sound as affectionate as possible. If I don't do this, she’ll probably stay in this state until the sex is over. I’d love to just keep thrusting into her and ask, but if I really did that, she’d only leak more moans instead of answering me. So, I hold back. Instead:
"…I told you to answer me."
"…Ngh?!"
I bring my hand down on her hip. I don't even let the sound of the slap ring out. It’s incredibly light. And yet, why are you already climaxing, twitching and raising your tail even from something like this? Just how sensitive is your body… Haa… seriously, you’re such a perverted bitch.
"…Fine. Then don't answer."
"…."
"I’ll interpret it however I want, so don't you dare talk back or make excuses, even if I’m wrong. Just keep your mouth shut, like you are now."
"…."
The arousal I was holding back leaks into my voice. It’s a tone far removed from how I usually treat Han Su-a—a bit more aggressive. But, ridiculously, she does exactly as I say, keeping her mouth shut and letting only the slick, viscous arousal drip onto the bed.
"A virgin with no experience, imagining just how deep my cock would go while pressing it into your own lower belly. I can interpret it that way, right?"
"…."
There’s no sign of the rebuttal I might have expected—no "it's not like that." She just keeps her face buried in the pillow, breathing in short, ragged gasps.
"…The 'sorry' probably means something along those lines."
"…."
I pull the condom, which had gone a bit dry because of her, all the way down to the base of my cock and reapply lubricant—not the chemical kind, but the kind filled with the scent of a female in heat. Under the cock. Over it. And even on the tip that’s about to be buried deep inside her.
I force my cock against her entrance, which twitches every time it touches her skin, rubbing it in aggressively. Should I have recorded her current state to show her later? I lament the missed opportunity, but—*squelch, squelch*. Viscous.
"Lift your hips more."
"…."
"Don't just lift your waist, lift your hips. I told you, I’m going to fuck you like a dog."
"…."
"…Yeah. Like that."
"…."
Her school shirt is crumpled from being pressed down. Her skirt is flipped up. Over this scene that looks so pure and fragile, I paint a picture: a muscular arm angled diagonally, and the soft, distorted hip being held by that muscular arm. And the bright red letters that I secretly turned on between my words: REC. The slender waist I want to grip until it breaks. The obscene hips I want to leave red handprints on. The cock, covered in a condom, that she was just sucking on so greedily. I record every single second of this maddening sight, drawing it out clearly.
"…Hick…? …. ……."
The scene where only the glans cautiously enters the pink flesh. Her hips, instinctively trying to run away even though it’s only the tip. My arm, gripping her tight to stop her from escaping.
"…Does it hurt?"
"……. …."
Her head rubs against the pillow in a 'no' motion at my question.
"Ngh…?! Ugh…. Haa……."
Her thighs are already trembling, busy with the sensation of just the glans being inside. Her purity, which has lost all meaning now that she’s been dirtied by me. Her body, stiffened by tension. I capture it all on camera, then get a little greedier.
"…I’m glad it doesn't hurt. I think Yozora hurt a little the first time."
"Hah…. Hah…."
"…Then, for now…."
"…, ……Wai, wait…. Ough…."
She already looks like she’s feeling pretty good, but to make her feel even better:
"…Can you try to relax a little more?"
"Relax, how…. Ugh…."
"…Yeah. Like that."
"Hick…, ngh…."
I stop simply thrusting and press my cock firmly against the shallow wall of her vagina, right above her clitoris, and shake my hips carefully, as if scraping against her.
"…Is it okay?"
"…Ugh, yeah…. It feels… good…."
Because of the scent of the female juices she’s constantly spraying every time I scrape her vaginal wall. Because of the long trail of fluid visible under my cock in the slightly pixelated phone camera. Even as my head spins, I keep the camera focus on the point of our union and push my cock in—*shove*.
"…Is this deep okay too?"
"……. …."
I’ve only put it in about two finger-widths deeper than before, but she’s already twitching, her mind clearly filled with question marks. I ask her from a distance if she’s okay with me thrusting much, much deeper than this.
"…Haa…."
"…?! Wai, wait…. No, not there, just…."
I put the phone away somewhere it won't get in the way, then plant my fists on the bed and bury my cock more than halfway in. *Squelch, squelch*. I thrust, I shove it in as if crushing her, and in time with her twitching and vomiting up more arousal, I thrust deep once more.
"…What?"
"…. ……."
Her soft, squishy hips, which seem like they can barely keep up with her breathing. Even as she keeps sinking away from me, her hips press into me as if begging to be filled. Hips that have already learned to swallow almost my entire cock. I press down hard until her lower belly hits the bed, lowering her posture.
"…Tell me if it hurts."
I plant my fists on the bed again and lean forward so I can see the top of her head.
"Ngh-hep…. Bup……."
*Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack.*
"Wai…. Wai…. Seriously, just a second……."
No matter what she says while clutching the pillow, I don't listen. Until my desire is satisfied. Like a beast.
"……? …Ugh…. Ngh…, ……♡"
Watching her hips sway beautifully every time I slam my lower belly into her. I press her head down firmly—no, perhaps suffocatingly—into the pillow. *Thump, thump, thump.* I slam my waist into Han Su-a’s hips, over and over.
"……Hah, hah…. It tickles…. Stop…."
Just when I feel that squeezing sensation at the base of my cock, instead of the cute lion ears that should be on her head, I cover her ears—the ones hidden under her wheat-colored hair and flushed bright red—with my own saliva.
"……*Slurp*…."
I reach into the space between the pillow, now soaked with saliva, and lick my index and middle fingers, then use them to torment her nipples, which have become as stiff as her twitching tail.
"…Ngh… *slurp*……. *slurp*…."
When the bed, which was making sounds like it was about to break—sounds that should never be heard in an infirmary—briefly stops:
"Haa…, haa…."
"…."
Instead of sucking on my fingers anymore, she’s busy hitting my body with her tail because it feels so good. Inside her, I vomit out my sticky, thick baby seeds—*splurt…, splurt…, splat…, splurrrrk…*—over and over again.
"…Fuck, you crazy bitch. Since it’s your first time, you’re squeezing me so damn hard."
I vomit those words, filled with ecstasy, into her ears—the ears of the girl who was once so pure, now hot and wet with my saliva.
"Haa…."
With the condom, now thick with semen, still on, I ignore Han Su-a, who is busy panting with her face buried in the pillow, and thrust my glans into her deepest point a few more times. Realizing a moment too late that the condom is about to slip off, I slowly pull my cock out of her entrance.
I see the mess on the bedsheets for a brief moment, then my gaze shifts to the tip of my cock, which is still as stiffly erect as before. The reason is simple: there’s an unbelievable amount of semen pooled inside the condom.
"……."
I pick up the phone I threw in the corner of the bed earlier. Into the video, which until now must have only contained the sound of me slamming into her, I capture this thick, massive cock covered in arousal and the condom, now blunt with semen.
"…Han Su-a."
"Hie… heh…."
"…Turn your head and clean it up. Like you did before."
"……Ngh-up…. *slurp*…."
Even though she was treated like an onahole from her very first time, she cleans my cock with her mouth without a single complaint. I capture everything—even her obscene school uniform appearance, unaware that I’m still holding the phone.
[Video Recording Saved: 115_HanSua_Infirmary.mp4]