It’s Not Sex (7)
The reason so many people are obsessed with money is simple. In modern society, the only things money can’t buy are, at best, immortality. If you’re seriously injured somewhere, money can easily fix it. Even the things you desperately want can usually be solved with money. Even love without sincerity can be settled with a reasonable amount of cash. Therefore, having a lot of money also means it’s difficult to feel pleasure from anything ordinary. For a girl who was lucky enough to be born with a silver spoon in her mouth and has lived without lacking anything, that’s even more true.
At the very least, gambling. Or drugs. That’s the level of stimulation she’d need to get truly hooked. A partner who perfectly matches her tastes... that’s hardly comparable to drugs, is it?
...Of course.
"...D-do I hold it like this?"
"Yeah. ...Can you try moving it down slowly just like that?"
She doesn’t gamble. She doesn’t do drugs. She’s just a girl who likes reading romance comics, looks great with her waist-length blonde hair, and despite having eyes and a voice that suggest she has a filthy personality, she stutters constantly. She’s bad at communication, knows very little about the world, and is completely clueless—especially when it comes to sexual matters. A naive girl like that can be made to fall head over heels for sex in no time.
"...Is it because you said 'slowly'?"
"..."
"You can go faster than that. Rubbing the glans feels good, too."
"..."
"...We were much faster than this when we had sex, weren't we?"
"..."
Han Su-a changes her position, sitting right next to me, moving her hands cautiously. I hold her erotic body tightly with one arm and whisper quietly. ...Naturally, my hand brushes against her breasts, which are too large to be fully grasped with one hand, but there’s no need to fondle them excessively. She said no kissing earlier, but she’s become cuter, closing her eyes and responding a little more actively each time we kiss, so there’s no need to tangle our tongues, either. Stimulating pleasure is easy to get addicted to, but it becomes hollow in an instant. I just need to remind her how good the lewd acts she keeps trying to avoid actually feel, and then, while holding her fragrant body, I simply entrust my blood-engorged cock to her.
...I wonder when Han Su-a will finally break. While imagining the fun to come, I speak.
"Is, is it fast...?"
"It's just right."
"...Does it not hurt...?"
"It's fine even if you go faster, so don't worry about it."
"...How does it feel? Is it... good?"
"...Yeah."
"..."
"..."
"That's... a relief."
"..."
Her hands, which are incredibly awkward with men, stroke the shaft and move downward. Unfortunately, perhaps because she’s pressed so closely against me, she doesn't stroke all the way to the root; she brushes against the veins of my cock and moves back up. ...She tries to move her hand down again, but perhaps remembering what I just whispered, she carefully strokes the engorged glans with the tip of her thumb. When my cock twitches, she stops, thinking she made a mistake; when I let out a pleasant sigh, she wiggles her thighs together. Watching the transparent pre-cum begin to bead like sweat, she mutters to herself, "Is this... semen?", and then goes back to awkwardly stroking the glans with her fingers. Compared to rolling around with worn-out sluts, this sticky sense of conquest is incomparable, and pleasant sighs keep escaping my lips.
"Su-a."
"...Yes."
"It’s not bad, but that’s not what I meant when I told you to do it like that..."
"...Ah."
"...Like this. Use your palm to rub it."
The rule of "don't touch my body" vanished long ago, ever since we kissed so much earlier. So, I take Han Su-a's hand, which was stroking my cock, and teach her directly.
"Understand?"
"...It’s all over my palm because of you, Teacher. This slippery stuff..."
Late morning. In the quiet, empty infirmary, away from the students studying hard, it was this very cock that broke your cherry.
"Pre-cum."
"Pre... cum."
It’s not semen. It’s not just "slippery stuff." It’s pre-cum. Memorize it properly, and make sure you say it right next time.
"It’ll dry up soon anyway if you keep rubbing it... ...Keep going."
"..."
This is how it feels good. This is how you can make me ejaculate. This is how you can get closer to the word 'satisfaction.' ...So, listen carefully.
I firmly hold Han Su-a's hand, which has become quite warm, and teach her how to serve.
"Um..."
"Yeah?"
"You're going to leave once we're done with this, right?"
"Probably?"
"Why 'probably'... You promised me you'd leave if I satisfied you..."
"How can I be satisfied with just once? Last time, in the infirmary or at Yozora's place, we..."
"D-don't talk about that time."
"...Are you embarrassed?"
"...A little."
"..."
Han Su-a admits it honestly and then avoids my gaze, looking shy. I stare at her ears, which are turning reddish beneath her brilliant golden hair, for a moment. I pull her waist close and bury my face in the nape of her defenseless neck.
"...You were embarrassed? Really?"
"W-why does that matter..."
Soft skin that no one but me can touch. Han Su-a's sweet scent, which no one but Yozora would know. I enjoy the privilege that is mine alone and say one thing.
"If you were so embarrassed, why did you suck my cock so hard at Yozora's place?"
"...If there was semen on it, Teacher, and Yozora got pregnant..."
Should I call her naive? Or stupid? Or should I just laugh it off and call her cute? I chuckle at her serious, Han Su-a-like excuse and add:
"If you were so embarrassed, why did you try to reuse a condom filled with semen, saying you wanted to do it again?"
"...I didn't really know it was disposable..."
I chew on the memory of Han Su-a's innocence as she tried to put the used condom back on my cock and get into position on the bed, and I say:
"Anyway, that means you were fully intending to open a new condom. And in the Academy infirmary, no less."
"..."
She opens her lips as if to retort, but... in the end, she bites her lip. Perhaps as a sign of agreement, she lowers her head slightly and continues to stroke my cock, *squelch, squelch*. I lean close to her ear and whisper:
"...It means you, like me, aren't satisfied at all with just one round of sex."
"..."
Han Su-a answers by flinching her shoulders. I inhale her sweet scent deeply and pull her waist tighter so she can't run away from me.
"If you want, I can make it feel much better than last time. ...Do you still not want to?"
"...I absolutely won't do it..."
"I asked if you didn't want to."
"...I, I won't do it..."
"If you're doing this because you feel sorry for Yozora, don't worry about it. I'll do it with her too when I have time."
"'When you have time'..., that makes me sound like the girlfriend..."
Girlfriend. Han Su-a murmurs the word and turns her head slightly. I stare at her cheeks and lean down, pressing myself close to her. I don't know what kind of man Han Su-a usually dreams of. Maybe a kind man, or unexpectedly, a piece of trash, or maybe she had no interest in men at all. ...Well, judging by her hobby of reading romance comics, a kind man would probably have the highest success rate. But I've already done too much—from the alleyway where we were both so aroused, to the elevator, and now this bedroom—to act like that.
"At Yozora's place, or in the infirmary... you were... incredibly horny."
"Ugh..."
I slowly whisper the words she hates into her beautifully reddening ears.
"...I told you earlier. You turn me on more than a brat like Yozora."
"I, I don't think I'm... horny..."
"I don't care what you think."
"..."
"...I'm right here next to you now. Not next to Yozora, but next to you."
"Next to me..."
"If Yozora turned me on more, I wouldn't be doing this to you."
"...Ah, wait a minute... Teacher. My hand..."
"If I hadn't known you, I'd probably still be turned on by Yozora."
"..."
"And right now, I'd probably be having beastly sex at her place."
"..."
I take her hand, which had been doing well but started to slow down, and move it up and down. Ironically, the pleasure is worse than when I masturbate myself. But thanks to Han Su-a's strange attitude, my cock doesn't go soft.
"..."
"..."
...Whether she's really doing this to satisfy me and send me away, or because she has some other 'desire,' she keeps glancing at my face and starts stimulating my cock as she learned, but she says nothing. That strange attitude.
"Whew... can you try going a bit faster?"
"...L-like this?"
"No, just... change your position."
"P-position? How..."
"Get down. Under the bed."
As I loosen my grip, a hesitant Han Su-a slowly kneels between my legs. But I told her to get off the bed, not to kneel so neatly and stare at my cock. Unlike what I thought—that she was stupidly naive—it seems she has some knowledge. They said Yozora recommended a bunch of erotic manga when they became friends... I guess she didn't just get recommendations, she actually read them.
"...Do you know about sandwiching it between your breasts?"
"..."
"Yozora showed me that before."
Since she probably wouldn't understand if I called it a *paizuri*, I spoke bluntly. I watched her snow-white breasts, visible beneath my cock, which was on the verge of ejaculation. ...I feel sorry for Yozora, but this girl’s color and shape are superior in every way. Unlike her breasts, which must be filled with nothing but schemes to be lewdly ravished, the fact that they are likely filled with nothing but purely erotic thoughts is also very much to my liking.
"...P-paizuri... Yes."
"Oh. You know it. I wasn't sure if you would."
"Yozora showed me herself... and I've seen it in creative works a lot."
Whether it was erotic manga or erotic videos, Han Su-a didn't add anything else and lifted her thighs slightly. Thanks to that, what I saw were her breasts, crushed and soft from being held in one arm. She tried to insert my cock into the crevice, but... only after rubbing my glans thoroughly against her under-breast could she kneel down prettily again. Naturally, with the tip of my glans poking out between her breasts.
"...I-I'm not confident I can do better than Yozora, but... I'll try my best."
"..."
"So..."
The glans, erected to a grotesque degree, visible between Han Su-a's breasts. Whether to call it dark reddish-black or some ambiguous color, it completely disappeared between her snow-white skin, and as she lowered her arms that were hugging her breasts:
"When this is over... y-you have to be satisfied and leave... Please..."
...The glans, busy twitching in ecstasy, says:
"If you squeeze it out until I'm satisfied. I'll think about it."
"...How much do I have to do to satisfy you...?"
"...Until I can't get an erection anymore."
"...Ah, um..."
Han Su-a mutters, staring not at my eyes, but at the glans covered in pre-cum. It twitched and poked out right below her lips.