Stained (2)
Episode 223. 42. Tainted (2)Thinking about the connotation of the word "eavesdropping," I knew very well—even without anyone telling me—that what I was doing right now was not honorable. Logically speaking, there are ways to scare those two away by making my presence known. I could open and close the emergency exit door upstairs, for example.…But this is their fault, too. Their fault for being these perverts, obscenely biting and sucking on each other in a place where it wouldn't be strange to get caught by anyone at any time, is surely greater than mine—someone hiding here, holding my breath, pretending no one is around."…Lean against the wall.""…Li, like this…?"With one hand covering my mouth tightly so that no sound could escape, I stole their whispers with my "fox ears." I slowly rolled my nipples, already taut inside my bra, with my fingers over my school uniform shirt, and imagined the scene downstairs to my heart’s content."You know that’s not what I meant by 'lean against it'.""…Th, then what….""Why do you keep asking when you know everything? Are you doing it on purpose? You want me to pull your pelvis back for you myself?""…Hic….""…Well, you are the girl who bares all her tastes to a man just because she’s had a little to drink. I guess it must be intentional.""No, it’s not…."Along with a short moan, the sound of a misstep rang softly through the emergency stairs. Did she call him "Master"? It was definitely the footsteps of the woman who had uttered such ridiculous words.Thanks to that, in my head, the girl who had been standing stiffly against the wall now—of her own accord—is pushed back by the man’s hand, pressing her chest hard against the wall, thrusting her pelvis back."Your stocking color is damn sexy. …Ah, or is it just because they're stockings worn by you?""…Don’t tear them. You know? We still have class….""I know. I know. I don't mean that I want you to be in trouble in front of others. I just want to possess you all to myself and screw you hard.""….""…Don't just glare at me like that, can you turn your head a little more? Stick your tongue out, too."At first glance, it sounds rude—the kind of talk that might make the listener feel uncomfortable. But because of the wet kissing sounds that followed, my common sense felt like it was being destroyed. Especially when:"…Mas, ter…. Mmm, ugh…, …ph…."Between the dirty, stupid, noisy kissing sounds, every time I heard that title, "Master," which my head simply couldn't understand, it became even worse."…Huu…, keep unbuttoning. I'll take off your panties and stockings.""…How much?""Don't take them all off just in case. …Use your head. You know, right?""…."If she calls him "Master," shouldn't she be using honorifics every time she speaks? While I was having such trivial thoughts, the sound of white uniform buttons slipping out of their tight holes echoed—tuck, tuck. Immediately after, the small sound of unbuttoning was completely drowned out by the sound of something brushing against skin.…In the end, the girl in my imagination also naturally had her coffee-colored stockings, which extended down from under her school skirt, pulled down without resistance—to her thighs, then to her knees."You're not as wet as you were yesterday in my room when we took them off.""…Don’t say things like that….""It’s okay. I said it because I wanted to see that reaction.""…Wh, what do you mean it’s okay…."Even though the boy told her she needed to get a little wetter, for some reason, in my imagination, I freely painted over the transparent, lubricated threads stretching lewdly between the girl’s panties and her private parts."Anyway, it feels like you need to be a little wetter…. …Should I do it with my tongue?""…Th, that’s a bit embarrassing….""What do you mean by embarrassing? Compared to you panting and licking my semen-covered cock so diligently yesterday, I think this is much better.""That and this are…. different….""How are they different?""…Obviously…. Ugh…."The girl's whispering voice suddenly spiked sharply. It was loud enough for even an ordinary person to hear, no need to rely on my fox ears. But since there was no sound following it, I naturally guessed what was happening below."Tell me. How are they different?""Hi, ugh…. There, wait…."He must be touching her clitoris with his own hand. Or perhaps he had shoved his fingers into her vaginal opening, scraping it lightly. That’s why only her pleasant moans escaped from time to time, and no other sounds could be heard."…Well, if you don't want to say it, forget it.""Haah…. Ha….""…Instead, you have to hold back your sounds from now on. You know?""…."The sound of a belt being undone was extremely loud compared to the whispering from before. At the same time, I… I also. Just a little. Really, just a little. Just enough so that no sound could leak out, I moved my hand—which had been fondling my own nipples—down toward my lower abdomen.Touching my clitoris directly is too early for me, but stimulating the area around it is fine. Besides, I could already feel it… that I was already wet. It wouldn’t matter if I got even wetter and stained my panties."Ah…. …Ugh, ugh…. Wait a minute…. It’s deep….""Huu…. Fuck…. Baek Haneul…."Listening to the two of them mating just one floor below, I covered my mouth tightly and carefully groped around my lower abdomen. As luck would have it, the girl’s surname, Baek, was the same as mine. I wondered, for no reason, what sex felt like. If it would really feel better than masturbating. If that was why Yozora, who I thought only knew alcohol, had fallen so deeply for a guy.Mixing in light fantasies, slowly."Don't…. Don’t hold, that tightly….""If I don’t hold you here, what, should I do it while pulling your arms like yesterday?""Th, that is…. Ugh, hiik…?!""…Alright. Lean your body there. I’ll do what you want.""…H, here…?""Yeah."The sound of stamping feet. The sound of her barely supporting herself with trembling legs. Thud. The sound of her body leaning against the cold metal stair railing. …Is the railing connected all the way here, contrary to what I thought? Even though I was a floor and a half away, I could feel the heavy vibration of the railing."Hah, ugh…. Hiik…."Slap, slap. Even though they kept their voices as quiet as ants, they let the sound of their bodies colliding travel all the way up here. When I touched the railing right next to me for a moment, the light tremors wouldn't stop. Not just the railing… but my own body, too."No…. Stop, really, stop…, …ugh…. Cr, crazy….""You made those sounds so much yesterday, do you think I'll stop? Idiot.""Ang…, yesterday, I don't know…. My memories…. Ha-hik….""…You stared at me longingly as if it were a pity that I actually stopped, and now you say you don't remember?"She must be hunched over, one arm leaning on the railing, getting fucked while her other arm is pulled back. Even though I have no experience, it’s not like I’ve never seen a lewd video. I blankly followed my imagination and pressed my fingertips hard against my lower abdomen.I figured this is about where it would go if a real cock were to enter. Since the guys my older sisters bragged about usually had cocks about a span long… roughly a span from the vaginal entrance…. up to here.…But even so, it seems too deep. Wouldn't it be incredibly painful if something that hideous-looking entered up to this point? Is this why my sisters would always change the topic to dirty stories whenever they drank? …A masochist. Isn't that what it is?"I don't know…. I don't, remember…. End it quickly…. Ugh…!""I'm already fucking you as I please. …Huu…. You can hear the sound too, can't you.""Mm-hmm…. …Haah…, ah…."I don't need it to go that deep. …Actually, just touching my clitoris is pleasurable enough. Below the span-length that my sisters might like, and even further down than where a normal man would be able to reach, I pressed my fingers into the spot just above where my clitoris was—the sensitive area that tingled just from grazing my panties.It was only the area around my clitoris, not the clitoris itself, but I had no choice. It was a pity it wasn't the clitoris, but it couldn't be helped. I couldn't scream and climax to my heart’s content; all I could do was jerk off while twitching, with my mouth covered so they wouldn't hear me. But I tried hard to stimulate my body to the limit where I wouldn't have to let out a moan."Ang, aa-ang…. Huuu….""…. ……. ……."…To be honest, unlike the student moaning quietly below me, I felt like I was pouring water into a bottomless pit, just frustrated. But I tried hard."…Ah, fuck…. I'm cumming….""W, wai…, not inside, outside…. Into my mouth….""You, huu…. You said you were on the pill.""I didn't bring anything to wipe it off…!""…Ha, shit…. Then later….""Go to the room…. …I'll let you cum inside me then….""…Huu….""Please, cum outside…."I want to feel good. Surely, if I carefully touched my clitoris or vaginal entrance like yesterday, I could climax immediately. Even though I knew the answer, I couldn't do it. Instead of my hands, I bit down on a black necktie and frantically touched every other part of my body, excluding my clitoris and vaginal opening.Relieving the heat in my body without letting out a moan was nearly impossible. But if I soaked my panties like this…. …I thought maybe it would be relieved at some point. Leaning my head against the stair railing that vibrated in rhythm with the boy’s thrusts, I pressed—hard, and harder—longingly against the area around my clitoris.…But."Ha, ugh…. Chu-up…."Perhaps because it was outdoors, they were overly excited. Their sex ended in a flash, so I—who had been eavesdropping from above—failed to reach climax."Puh-haah…. …Aah….""…Did you swallow it all?""…."Even though the sound of oral sex followed the end of their intercourse down there, I, with the necktie between my lips, moved my fingers frantically. I kept my throat tightened as much as possible so they wouldn't hear, just twitching, twitching. All I could do was tremble as I added more dampness to my already soaked panties."…."I, who was still tormenting my breasts and the area around my clitoris, only spat out the necktie after hearing the footsteps fade away beyond the emergency exit downstairs."…."It goes without saying, but the fever that started in the shower remained. No, it felt like it had gotten a bit worse. …Well, even the first time I experienced it, I thought it was a cold, but when I woke up, the fever had gotten even higher."…What do I do."Should I just press down on my clitoris right now and climax? I had such a dangerous thought, but thanks to the tiny bit of self-control I had left, I shook my head. If it were a very remote place, maybe, but the emergency exit just two floors down had opened, and I hadn't even noticed their presence until the very last moment. I must have been so aroused that my sexual sensitivity had skyrocketed while my other senses had become dull.If that’s the case, masturbating in such an exposed place is no different from waiting for social suicide. Especially from my position, where I need to extract as much information as possible until I graduate.Therefore, what I need right now is… a place in the academy where there are no students or teachers, or a place where I can lock the door at will. Plus, a place where the moans I let out won't leak outside."…."As far as I know, the former doesn't exist. But there were a few places where I could lock the door at will. And, a place where the sound wouldn't leak out.Even a place where there is someone to whom I could reveal my situation—even if I had to touch it up a bit out of embarrassment, just a little….There was exactly one place that came to mind."…Uugh…."…The premise was that they wouldn't be busy. The infirmary. That’s it.