30. Sex Partner
Is it really possible to call this masturbation, even if we say it is? …I know it feels good for the teacher, and it feels incredible for me too, but it feels wrong to label it as masturbation. For instance, like this:
"Han Su-a. …Fuck, Han Su-a…."
"…Unh-ah…, ugh…."
The glans, which had been mindlessly licking me just moments ago, is now pressing hard against my cervix. It wouldn't be so bad if it were just pressing, but it keeps changing angles as if asking where it feels best. Sometimes it just drives straight into the deepest point. Sometimes it feels like it’s scraping the area below my navel with the tip. Other times, instead of just thrusting with all its might, it slowly scrapes against the vaginal wall and tenderly strokes my clitoris.
…This isn't masturbation; it’s se…x. Every time the teacher thrusts his cock inside me, I don't respond with words, but with my body, letting him know how good it feels. With the transparent fluids spilling out in spurts, I’ve only been giving such obedient answers. How is this masturbation? It’s sex. The kind of sex that two people, a man and a woman, end up doing because they’re turned on.
"…Are your legs sore?"
"Ah, no…. Not really…."
"You’ve been trembling ever since a while ago."
"That’s, well…, because… it feels so good…."
Does the teacher really think this is just a pleasant bout of masturbation? Or is he memorizing every spot I like, one by one, in his head? If my guess is right, I don't think the teacher thinks of this as masturbation at all.
"Chup…, ha-eup…."
…Hmm. Looking at it now, maybe I’m wrong about that too. Seeing him put his fingers, dripping with my own fluids, into my mouth without even asking, or seeing him get even more excited and thrusting his cock so hard that the wet, lewd sounds of our bodies fill the bedroom just because I, who resisted for a second, started obediently licking them in less than five seconds—it makes me think he never intended to just find the spots I like from the start.
He was just thrusting his cock in as he pleased. In other words, he was just using my body to masturbate, and it felt so good that I was the only one who mistook it for sex…. …. …Maybe?
"…Puh-hap, hak…, haa…, ungh…."
…Forget it. Whether this is masturbation or sex, what does it matter? The water has already been spilled. And I know for a fact that for the rest of my life, I’ll never be satisfied with just my own fingers again. I’ll just… enjoy it. Whether it’s masturbation or sex, right now, this… it feels so good that my mind is going blank. So, I’ll just pretend I don’t know and enjoy it.
"Puh-hap…, Teach…, er…. Slowly…. Sloooowly…."
"…What should be slow?"
"The… thrusting. Please, just a little slower…."
"Why should I go slow?"
"…Be…, because I feel like I’m going to faint…."
"…."
Is it because I’m still not used to having pleasure forced upon me by someone else? I look back at the teacher with teary eyes, but only for a moment. When I turn my head away without another word, the teacher, who is holding me tight, begins to lightly suck on my ear. He whispers things that would make anyone blush—that he feels so good his mind is going blank, and that the pussy he’s using like a toy right now feels several times better than his girlfriend Yozora’s. As he whispers these things, he thrusts his cock slowly, just as I asked.
I can feel everything. What shape his cock is, how long it is, how thick it is, and how hot his body temperature is. …Compared to the ones I saw in lewd videos, what an incredible male he is. I can feel exactly what would happen to me if I let this man go. Slowly, tantalizingly.
"…."
But what do I do? I actually liked it much better when he was thrusting violently, as if he were going to break me, without caring about my body like he did before, rather than this slow se…, ma…, masturbation…. I can’t bring myself to tell the teacher that honestly; I’m too embarrassed. Unless I were Yozora, how could I say something like that? …Asking him to thrust like a beast just like before. It makes me sound like such a loose girl. I’ve only talked to a handful of men other than the teacher…. What if he misunderstands?
"Hoo…. Su-a. I’ll lower your legs…."
"…Yes…."
"Let’s change positions, just a little."
"…."
…Still, what if I just close my eyes and act like Yozora? If I act as annoyingly as Yozora, who was ravaged on the sofa and the bed that day, wouldn't the teacher ravage me like he’s raping me again? Couldn't I just blurt out lines I saw in lewd manga, telling him to stop with the "no sex" nonsense and just fuck my pussy, and continue this pleasant masturbation? As I was lost in such lewd fantasies, instead of thrusting like a beast as I imagined, the teacher slowly pulled his cock out from within my tightly clenching vaginal walls. He also released my right leg, which he had been holding firmly against my side. He wants to change positions, but why? I actually… I liked that position.
Every time the teacher moved his hips, he grazed every single spot that felt good, making me come every few seconds….
"I’ll just hold your legs down a little."
"…."
"…Does it hurt?"
No. No. No. I take back everything I said just now. I like this new position even more than the last one.
"Y, you don't have to worry about that…."
"Is it okay if I press down like this?"
"It’s fine. …Really."
"…Alright."
Rather than the position where I was being thrust into from behind while held, I like this position where it feels like I’m being pinned down by the teacher even more. Yozora was also fucked hard in this position once, to the point where her lower abdomen was bulging…. …I can’t even imagine him masturbating slowly in this position.
"…Unngh, …Teach…, er……?"
"…."
…Is it not working?
"…Teacher…. I, I’m feeling a bit better now, so you don't have to go slowly anymore…."
"You said you felt like you were going to faint. Just a moment ago."
"…Th, that’s…."
"…I’ll do it slowly. Just as you want."
"…."
Even though you’ve pulled my thighs up until they touch my breasts, leaving me with no room to resist. Even though you’ve been so excited since the moment I gave you a paizuri that you haven't been able to steady your breathing for even a second. Even though you’re holding back a cock that’s swollen even more than when I was stroking it with my chest, dripping with my fluids. Why are you doing this? …Just do it already. It’s masturbation, not sex, anyway. No matter what I bark while lying here, you can just thrust as hard as you want. I can’t masturbate without your cock anymore anyway….
I’m no different from an onahole that has to be satisfied whether you use me roughly or gently. Why.
"…."
Squish, squish. In the middle of trembling with a tantalizing pleasure that was barely deeper than my own fingers, I reached a light climax. I grabbed the teacher’s wrists, which were holding my thighs, and said:
"…You don't have to go slowly…."
"…."
The same words I said before.
"Th, that thing you did before…. …It felt good…."
"…."
I tried to be a little coy with my words.
"I want to do it again. That thing…."
"…What thing?"
"Why are you pretending not to know…. I told you it felt good…."
Now that the teacher has pulled his cock out entirely, he’s letting the slippery fluids drip all over my lower abdomen as if to show me he can thrust all the way in. Even I, who am usually a bit slow on the uptake, noticed it. I broke the resolve I had made a long time ago and let the words slip out.
"Se, sex…. …Do you want to?"
"…With you?"
"Yes. …I, I’m soaked from masturbating just now…,"
"…."
"If you thrust all the way in…. All the way, it would definitely feel good for you…."
I stuttered a bit, but maybe because I managed to say it all the way to the end, I get a reward from the teacher, who is wearing a mischievous smile.
"Eup…?! Unngh…, eup, ph-eup……."
Closing my eyes, I tangled my tongue, soaked in saliva, with his.
"Ph-hap, chup…. Teacher…."
"Seo Woojin."
"…Seo, Seo Woojin……."
"Speak comfortably, too."
"That, slowly…."
"…Fine. Speaking formally is a turn-on, too, I guess."
"…It turns you on?"
"Yeah."
Just because I had a cock inside me, I was completely broken by the pleasure. "…If I call you Master. …Does it turn you on? Does it get even bigger in there…?"
"I told you to speak comfortably, so why are you adding titles again?"
"I’m asking if it turns you on…."
"Who knows. It’s not like that’s what I meant by formal speech being a turn-on."
"…Even if I do this with my ears and tail out… is it not much?"
"…."
…We’re sex partners. Partners for having sex that feels good for both of us. Ever since I learned about sex through Yozora and Seo Woojin, I’ve been secretly nurturing my tastes while watching adult videos every day, and now I let them slip out.
"When I watch videos of mutants, they all fawn over the male like this…."
"…."
"And they get ravaged until they faint…."
"…."
It’s inevitable since I’m a mutant transcendental, but for some reason, I felt like a pet, so I was embarrassed to show it. My lion ears, which would wag on their own, and my lion tail, which I was embarrassed to see swaying as it pleased. I offered all of that up as material for Seo Woojin to get excited about.
…And to Seo Woojin, who was truly, truly even more excited, I wondered if it was really okay to let him thrust that deep. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I was being ravaged to the point where dangerous sounds were coming out.
"…Han Su-a, you fucking…."
"Master…. Master…."
"…Were you thinking about that kind of stuff normally? Imagining calling a man Master?"
"Not exactly, but…. When I masturbate, sometimes…."
"Looks like you caught it from Yozora. She has that kind of taste."
"…Do you hate it?"
"I told you before. That’s not what I meant."
"But…. Your cock got even bigger…."
"…It’s the same, you idiot."
"…Eh. …Ah. I get it."
"…."
"It’s because I clench harder every time I call you Master…."
"…You crazy bitch…."
"Hehe…."
Things I should say. Things I shouldn't say. Maybe the filter that would normally be there had disappeared because my mind was blank? I don't really know what kind of nonsense I was spouting…. Seo Woojin, who laughed as if he found it absurd, took his hand off my thigh, hugged me completely, and thrust his cock in so roughly that the bed, which had been quiet until now, started creaking with dangerous sounds. Then, he left a saliva-filled bite mark on my shoulder, right above my collarbone.
"…Ah, wait…. Seo Woo, jin…."
"Hoo…. Hoo…."
"……. …Unngh…. ………♡"
Vyu-buh-buh…, vyuh-reu-reuk…, vyut-vyut…. He had been thrusting his cock in the whole time, and now he ejaculated all of his semen inside me with a force much stronger than the semen I had received during the paizuri, with a sound of "vyuh-eut, vyut…."
"…You didn't even ask…, haa…, what are you doing, cumming inside…."
"It’s a safe day anyway."
"…Didn't I never tell you that…?"
"If it were a dangerous day, you wouldn't have done something like wrapping your legs around me when I was trying to pull out."
"…It’s more obvious than I thought. That. …I saw it in a manga a lot, so I followed it."
It wasn't a lie, so… "…Do you need time to rest?"
"…No."
"What about water?"
"…I, I’ll go get it."
I guess he didn't really do it…?