It's Not Sex (9)
I wonder if she even knows what her expression looks like right now. If it were any other man here instead of me, she’d be wearing the kind of face that would make it no surprise if she were raped on the spot.
"...Fellatio?"
"Sucking... your cock... yes..."
"You don't really like that, do you? ...You even hate swallowing the semen."
"Eh, no...? I don't particularly hate it..."
"...Then? Do you like semen?"
"...! I, I don't even like... Ah, wait..."
Before she could even let out a sigh filled with sexual desire, I pulled Han Su-a up—she who had been staring blankly at my cock, which was still stiff and engorged with blood despite having ejaculated once—and dragged her onto the bed. At first, she’d resisted with every excuse in the book, but since she’d already moved on to fellatio... maybe she could be persuaded to allow sex, too. Using those same pathetic excuses as always.
"I just meant for you to take a break. You don't have to be so tense."
"I, I'm not tense."
"Hard to believe when your heart is thumping that hard."
"..."
"Isn't it because you're nervous? Or is there some other reason?"
"...It's because I'm nervous..."
"...Aha. Nervous."
"..."
I’ll have to tip her off sometime that her heartbeat isn't actually that loud. I hugged Han Su-a, smiling gently, and guided her to climb on top of me. Thanks to her turning around and letting her body rest against me, what touched the tip of my nose was the scent of shampoo, now quite faint. Should I call it a pheromone? That scent unique to horny young women that drives men into a rut. Even though I’d wiped it off with a towel earlier, the faint lingering smell of my own semen remained. Perhaps it was because I was so aroused, but I wanted to go for a walk with her just like this, covered in my scent... but I hadn't broken Han Su-a in enough to go that far, so I just licked my lips in anticipation.
A half-baked sense of conquest that only I could feel, one I couldn't even subtly show to others. It was a shame to be satisfied with just this much... but it couldn't be helped. I’d be able to do it eventually. A walk with 'Han Su-a,' one of the top heroes in South Korea, wearing a mask. And maybe even adding a leash to the mix.
"Han Su-a."
"...Mmph..."
Before I could even finish painting the future that would take a few more years to reach, I hugged Han Su-a—who was warmer than my own body temperature—and sat up, then turned her head, which had been blinking stupidly after being suddenly pulled up, and began to mix our tongues in a wet, sloppy kiss. ...She said something about no kissing, but it seems like she likes it even more than I do. Kissing.
"Hoo... stick your tongue out more. Don't just sit there and take it."
"..."
"I'll kiss you plenty before we get to the fellatio, so stick it out."
"...Kissing... it's not."
"...Then what is it?"
"...Who knows."
"..."
"Anyway, it's not kissing..."
"..."
"...There. I stuck it out..."
Is it really okay for her excuses to be that convenient? Or is she just too lazy to think of a plausible one now? I stared at the saliva, wet and stringy, unsure if it was the saliva I’d just given her or her own that she hadn't managed to gulp down. ...A mischievous thought crossed my mind. I caught Han Su-a's incredibly cute tongue between my lips and, just as she had said it wasn't 'kissing,' I gave her a light peck on the lips.
"..."
"...Mmph..., Puhah..."
...For my part, I just did it to see how Han Su-a would react. I thought maybe she’d cling to me aggressively to prove it wasn't a kiss, so I did it as a joke. But seeing you close your eyes and obediently let me kiss you, having forgotten everything you just said... Seeing you, who were acting out of character and not being aggressive, perhaps because you felt awkward or thought you’d made a mistake, sticking your tongue out even more cutely and begging for a kiss... Just watching you quietly... my head started to throb. ...I was worried I might break you, just like I did with the practice masturbators.
"Pwheee..., ha..."
"...Change your position."
"..."
"...We agreed to it, didn't we? Fellatio."
As gently as I could, as gently as possible. I whispered into her ear, suppressing the urge to hook my arms under her thighs, lift her up, and fuck her until she fainted. Of course, while the tone was gentle, the content wasn't particularly so. And grabbing her breasts and kneading them hard without permission wasn't exactly gentle, either. But even so, Han Su-a slowly pushed away my arm that had been playing with her body, then, with a gulp, lowered her posture.
"..."
She acted like she wasn't into it, but in reality, she seemed to have been looking forward to the moment of fellatio more than anything. ...As a mutant-type with a well-developed sense of smell and a penchant for scent fetishes. Just like Han Su-a, who had wagged her tail in heat the first time she swallowed semen. Pretending not to smell it. Pretending to just watch, pretending she had no choice because I told her to, she lowered herself all the way down, on her own, to bring her face close to my stiff, thick cock.
"Remember what we did last time?"
Several times with pre-cum. A few times with Han Su-a's saliva. And once with the semen Han Su-a had squeezed out herself. A cock that was likely filled with the scent she loved. When I grabbed the base with my hand and tapped her lips with it, she reacted immediately. She brought her lips to it herself, leaving a trace on the skin of my cock, making a sucking sound as if on purpose, then quietly licked my lips. After licking the frenulum with her tongue like a cat lapping up milk, she... slowly took the engorged glans into her mouth, then licked her lips and pulled back a finger's width from the cock—a series of processes. Han Su-a didn't say a word during all of this, but one thing was certain.
"...W, well...? ...More or less..."
"..."
She must have watched a ton of fellatio videos. She didn't seem to have practiced much, but she must have watched others do it a lot. Even when she was doing the paizuri earlier, she’d used her tongue on her own to lick the tip of the glans... ever since she had sex with me, she hadn't been staying home reading manga, she’d been watching nothing but porn.
"...Keep going. Fella."
"...Ah, yes."
Why did a Han Su-a like that say she wanted to quit being a sex partner? Was it because she really thought Yozora wouldn't be able to have sex anymore because of her? Just as my curiosity was piqued, I involuntarily winced as I felt a tingling pleasure from below.
"...Chu-up..., mph, khek..., ugh..."
Slowly. Gently. But thoroughly. The first reason was that she was diligently licking the tip of the glans, which would taste most like semen, with her warm, soft tongue. The second reason was that she was licking the tip of the glans, which was incredibly sensitive right after ejaculation, as if she didn't know any better. ...The third reason was that she tried to swallow the cock so deeply that the glans touched the entrance of her throat, trying to squeeze it, only to gag and spit it out, leaving a trail of saliva that had become stickier than usual. The fourth reason was that she was meticulously licking the saliva that had started to slide down the twitching shaft of my cock, one by one, and taking it back into her mouth, as if to say her own saliva wasn't dirty, or that this was how other people did it. And because of one 'sound' that kept being heard quietly.
"...Kehek, kuck..., ......"
I grabbed her head while she was performing fellatio and pulled it toward me with all my might. So that it could go as deep into her throat as possible. Even if tears welled up in Han Su-a's eyes, which always looked sharp whenever I saw them. ...Even if a tearful Han Su-a tapped my thighs lightly. I slid my cock through her throat, which was tightening frantically for air. ...If she had really felt like she was going to die, she would have hit me harder.
"...Cough...! Wh, what are you doing..."
"...Then what are you doing?"
"I'm obviously doing the fella... as promised."
"Not the fellatio. Something else."
"...Y, yes?"
"...If you pretend you don't know, does it mean it didn't happen?"
"What do you mean..."
"You were masturbating. ...With your fingers."
Not like you are now, hiding one hand between your thighs, making wet, squelching sounds while hitting my thigh lightly. Not with the sound of you masturbating getting faster while I was fucking your throat. Because if you had wanted me to stop, you would have hit my thigh much harder.
"Wait..., ...Teacher..."
People often use the expression that their patience has snapped. I finally understand why they say it snaps, rather than being cut or broken. ...Because it really does snap. Because there's no other word to express it.
"...Ungh..., Tea...cher..."
Leaning back against the headboard of the bed and enjoying Han Su-a's fellatio ends here. Without letting out even a drop of the semen that was already bubbling up halfway up my cock, I pulled Han Su-a and laid her down next to me. And then,
"...You said you wouldn't have sex."
"Don't... touch me..."
I gathered Han Su-a's legs, which were struggling in resistance, bent them until they touched her chest, and fixed them in place.
"...You're soaking wet, you bitch."
"This, because Teacher licked me earlier..."
"...Ah. Because I licked you?"
"Yes, licked..., ungh..., lick..., ed..."
After realizing that the strength of her resistance had disappeared, I shoved two of my fingers all the way into her love-juice-filled vulva, where her fingers had been just a moment ago.
"...The inside is this slippery and wet, and you say it's because I licked you?"
"I, masturbating..., I really didn't..."
For Han Su-a, who came easily just from me inserting two fingers, and for Han Su-a, who was still playing dumb and saying she hadn't masturbated, I smeared the slippery love juice from my fingers onto her perfectly fine thighs.
"Then what was that sound I heard earlier?"
"Sound...?"
"The one that overlapped with the sound of you sucking my cock."
"...I don't know.... Really..."
"...It's still on your fingers, so why do you keep saying you don't know?"
"...Ah?"
I gripped Han Su-a's right hand tightly—the one that had even more love juice on it than mine, to the point where it had splashed onto her palm—so she couldn't hide it.
"...Are you still going to say you didn't masturbate?"
"..."
"I asked if you masturbated."
"Look, that..."
"..."
"I..., masturbated.... did I...?"
"..."
"I don't remember..."
After turning her body slightly, I hooked my forearm behind one of Han Su-a's knees—she who was wearing a truly bewildered expression—and pulled it hard until it touched her side, fixing it in place.
"...I'm going to masturbate, so you do it too."
Bullshit. I unilaterally delivered a statement that anyone would clearly recognize as bullshit, and without hesitation, I plunged my cock—which was dangerously close to ejaculation—into her wet, soaked crevice, which she still hadn't figured out the situation for.
"..."
Fuck, fuck, fuck, I began to thrust it in to my heart's content.
"...Su-a."
"...Ye, yeees..."
"I said masturbate."
"...I'm, doing it..."
"..."
"...Ah, so deep..."
...Completely forgetting the existence of a condom.