The Tail Experiment

17. What is this? A project to understand male preferences. It’s not exactly a grand success, but I’ve got the gist of it. There are men who like to move on their own, just like in the adult videos I watched, and there are men who prefer to leave it to the woman, like in the manga I just saw. In a world where even the preference for crispy versus soggy fried chicken or firm versus soft peaches is a point of contention, this much shouldn't be surprising. Case closed! …That’s what I thought, and I tried to move on. But then.

“…….”

What is this? Why is it that here, the man is the one thoroughly ravishing the woman? I kept my finger still and stared blankly at the thumbnail in front of me. It contained two images. On the left, a white-haired woman who looked incredibly proud and arrogant was smiling, playfully curling the corners of her lips in front of a man. On the right, a woman with tiger ears was sprawled out on the bed, barely managing to lift her hips, being pounded relentlessly by a muscular man. And that’s not all—her tail was being gripped tightly and pulled taut by the man. In the speech bubble next to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her face, which was buried in the pillow, there were nothing but crushed hearts floating about, and she was too busy being slammed—thwack, thwack—hard enough to make her butt cheeks jiggle.

…When I first saw it, I wondered, but looking closely, it’s that same proud, white-haired woman from the left panel.

“Hmm….”

Yeah, well…. The part about her enjoying the erotic act, or having sex in that ‘ordinary’ position instead of the cowgirl position I just saw, I can let that slide. What’s bothering me the most right now is that. The tail. A tail that’s being yanked hard by a man in the middle of sex.

“…That looks like it would hurt a lot….”

I muttered to myself, turned onto my side, and fidgeted with the spot where my tailbone was. Maybe it’s because I’m a Mutant-type transcendental that I’m sensitive to it…, but anyway, that’s how I felt. If you pull it recklessly like that, nine times out of ten, it’s going to hurt like hell. …Just imagining it makes me hate it. I don’t know what others think, but it’s been an incredibly sensitive area for me since I was a child.

Well, now… the sensation has dulled a bit, so it doesn’t matter if it brushes against fabric, but back then, even that was enough to send shivers down my spine. So why is he recklessly pulling someone else’s tail in the middle of getting intimate? For one thing, there’s no way the woman would have allowed it. If you pulled it until it was that taut, the normal reaction would be for the woman to kick him away. For instance, if that were me, I definitely wouldn’t have stopped at that; I would have punched the protagonist.

Haaa…. Maybe the author isn’t a Mutant-type transcendental, so they didn’t know any better…. Or maybe it was just a lack of research, or perhaps it doesn’t matter because it’s just a manga. Looking at it now, it seems to be a setting where any woman can use magic even if she isn’t a transcendental, unlike in reality. …Anyway, I don’t like it. Not one bit.

“…….”

But perhaps because of that, a subtle curiosity began to sprout. The white animal ears that were busy twitching. The butt cheeks, jiggling with that boundary color between white and apricot. …The bed sheets, soaked until they turned a deep ash-gray. How did a woman who looked so proud in the left panel end up like that? That was the curiosity. …And a tiny bit of curiosity about what would actually happen if my tail were pulled like that.

“……Hmm.”

…I’m not sleepy yet anyway. So…. I’ll just read that part and go to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sleep.

I’ll just read that part and go to sleep. About a minute had passed since I thought that.

…No. No, that’s not right. What I see is real, but the sound isn't. My brain is just making up those moans and shoving them into my eardrums. The same goes for the slow, wet sounds of skin slapping together. I’ve never actually heard it, and at most, I only heard it briefly in the video I just watched, but it keeps fueling my imagination right next to my eardrums. If you actually did that, what kind of sound would it make? …What kind of sound would it make?

「Hrk…. Hnghh…. Hi, hiik…?!」

But the more I look at it, the stranger it gets. 「Ngh?! Ugh…!」 You know, there’s that thing, right? Where you hear it and think, ‘I guess it’s roughly like this.’ Ah. The protagonist is a sex slave, so he must be weak. Ah. That woman is a noble, so she’s trying to have her way with the sex slave protagonist. Ah. Since the setting is that she’s a noble who especially loves se…x, she must want to do it a lot with the protagonist who has a big….

I understood the manga’s setting to some extent. The prologue had roughly that kind of content, too. What I see right in front of me is clearly that kind of situation. …But strangely enough.

「Stop…. Deep…. Ugh….」

The reality was the opposite. Completely the opposite. 「Too, deep…. Ngh…. Ugh….」 Cowgirl position. It’s true that Baekho was the one who confidently smiled and climbed on top of the man first. It’s true that she started by pressing her hips down to swallow his member, and that she let out beastly, panting breaths into the protagonist’s ear just from that. But it was the protagonist who pulled Baekho’s hips down and shoved it in to the root.

‘Is a sex slave allowed to do that?’ The thought lasted only a moment. The protagonist didn’t care about the twitching Baekho and slammed his member in again and again. Even though she commanded him not to put it in further, even though she pressed down and tried to show him with her body that it wouldn’t go in any deeper, the protagonist ignored her and ground his thick glans against Baekho’s delicate cervix. Even though Baekho was climaxing while rubbing her soft breasts against his body, even though her tail, which had been swaying gently until a moment ago, was standing stiff and twitching, even though she was biting the bed sheet with her teeth, she must have been able to hear his muttering.

As if forcibly mating…. He lifted her hips up until his glans was about to be visible, and then, with the intention of crushing her womb, he pulled her hips down so she could swallow his thick member to the very end. Until Baekho finally gave up on resisting and just let out whimpering sounds while surrendering her body to the protagonist’s hands. Squelch.

…I thought the woman would naturally have the upper hand in that position. Seeing it like this, I feel strange. I think Yozora’s recommendations, where she would grab his wrists so he couldn't cover his face and just pound away, were kinder. They’ve been using the term ‘gap moe’ a lot lately; are they using it here too? Maybe that’s why he gave up the initiative on purpose, only to snatch it back again…. Ah. Right. This is a male-oriented manga.

…I guess men would like that kind of thing….

I, who had straightened my body again at some point, kept scrolling, my thighs twitching and rubbing together. It was around the time Baekho started spraying her first drops of arousal onto the bed sheets.

「Haa…. Ngh…….」

The position changed. And that was after she ordered the sex slave to move his hips himself. 「…….」 Baekho, who had been smiling leisurely as if she were the queen until just a moment ago, was gone. After diligently wiping the saliva from her lips with her wrist, she was sprawled out in front of the sex slave with her face bright red, her hips raised high as if to say, ‘Here, pound me to your heart’s content.’ How is this a noble? …She’s a whore.

The reason is even more ridiculous. Because she’s embarrassed to show her face while she, a noble, is lying under a sex slave…. Before long, Baekho’s panting breaths disappeared into the white pillow she was hugging tightly.

“……?! …. ……. …! …….”

Perhaps he intends to reshape the inside of Baekho’s body into the shape of his own member; he used his fingers to spread open her vulva, which was sticky and wet with arousal, and started slamming it in deep—thud, thud—all the way to the innermost part, the place she had blocked off as if to say, ‘Don’t come in any further.’

…This looks like she’s just being treated like a masturbation tool. But Baekho, on the other side of the phone screen, didn’t say a word. She was just gripping the pillow tightly, her hips raised high after being flattened by the act of being mated. Ha. How is that a tiger? How is a tiger—let alone a tiger—that gently wags its striped tail like a house cat….

“……Oh….”

Then. The scene I had just seen appeared. The scene where she was being pounded from behind and her tail was being pulled. The protagonist wrapped his hand around Baekho’s tail and shoved his member, veins bulging, all the way to the front of her cervix. It was to the point where I thought, ‘Wouldn’t her womb really be crushed?’ With all his might.

「Don’t, grab my tail…! It’s a sensitive area…. Ugh…, ngh…….」

The appearance of the tail changes from the point where the protagonist’s hand is touching it. One side is pulled taut, and the other side is busy twitching and swaying. Why does he keep holding it when it hurts her so much? He could just let it go. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠If he’s going to hold something anyway, he could hold her pelvis or somewhere else….

“…….”

…But, the…. The crushed heart drawn next to her head, or the fact that even while she’s telling him not to, she’s obediently keeping her hips raised…. She doesn’t seem to hate it that much….

「Don’t, pull it…. Please, stoop….?! Ngh….」

I gulped and pulled the blanket that was covering my body off a little more. After undoing a few buttons of my pajamas because I felt stifled, the cool night air softly cooled my chest, which was covered in cold sweat. Whew. When I let out a sigh filled with many meanings, the tiger ears drooping on the screen caught my eye. I saw her shoulders twitching in that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠state, and then, when her tail was pulled even harder, I saw her ears perk up in surprise and start twitching. When the protagonist, smiling with a smirk, let go of the tail slightly, she folded her ears back down obediently.

…She was being pounded relentlessly into the deepest part, and her shoulders were trembling more than before, but her ears were like that. It’s not just that she doesn’t hate it; it’s as if she’s saying, ‘It feels good.’ Seeing her even rub her tail, which was matted with fur from being gripped, against the protagonist’s body as if begging for more….

“That’s ridiculous.”

Is this right? Really? Isn’t this all nonsense?

“…….”

…Really, it feels good? That does?

“…That can’t be true.”

The staring contest with my innocent phone ends here. I, who had pulled the blanket down to my thighs at some point, turned onto my side quietly so that not even the sound of tossing and turning could be heard. Just in case the lady woke up. And so as not to interfere with revealing my tail. After glancing at the tightly closed door once for no reason, I pulled on the tail that had sprouted above my hips myself. Making a loop the size of a toilet paper roll with my hand….

Press, press….

“……What the.”

But, very naturally, there was no pleasant sensation at all. Of course, because I was scared, I didn’t pull it as hard as in the manga, but I was only met with the very, very unpleasant sensation of having my tail pulled by my hand. …Ha. I knew it. If this really felt good, I wouldn’t have only bad memories of it every time it brushed against my clothes. I did a stupid thing. I should have accepted creative works as creative works, but I got serious for no reason….

Just in case, I touched the lion ears on my head, but it was all the same. It doesn’t feel good. Not at all. Never. I want to pinch the person who drew that manga as hard as I can. The shameful experiment time in the middle of the night ends here. I sighed deeply and got up from my seat. That…. Maybe it’s because I sweated a lot just now, but my throat is parched….

“……?”

…What is this? …Why are my panties wet?

“…….”

Is it sweat…?