What Could This Be? (2)

I wondered if it might really, truly be that kind of fluid, but I quickly shook my head. Penetration hadn't even happened yet, so there was no way I’d be producing arousal fluid. Wasn't that stuff supposed to act as a lubricant during sex anyway? …Right? Regardless, this was, in all likelihood, just sweat. My cleavage was damp, so it wouldn't be strange if my panties had ended up like this, too. I felt so gross I thought I might die, so I decided I needed to check the state of things.

My lion-colored hair was a mess, and my pajamas were all tangled up. I collapsed back onto the bed, lay on my side, and groaned as I tried to peel off my pajama pants. …I didn't have much strength, so I just kicked my legs around like I was splashing in water, trying my best. I’d tied the knot loosely, so why did it keep getting stuck on my hips? …Damn it.

After wiggling and squirming, using both hands and feet, the pajama pants finally slid off my feet. Phew. After that struggle, I tossed the pants to the corner of the bed and hooked my fingers into my panties, pulling them down.

"……."

It felt cool. If it had ended there, it would have been fine. But it was damp. Even that was okay—it was probably just the cool air hitting me after being drenched in hot, humid sweat. But it was sticky. That was where things started to get weird. Sweat could be a little sticky, sure, but not to this extent. And the strangest part of all was this:

If this were really just sweat, it wouldn't have stretched out in a slimy, viscous string connected to my panties like that.

"……Um, hmm."

A thought suddenly crossed my mind, and I coughed to clear my throat, then coughed again to try and erase the thought. No way. That’s ridiculous. If watching just one erotic manga was enough to make this happen, wouldn't it have happened at least once when I was browsing through the ones Yozora recommended?

I nodded to myself, satisfied with that perfectly logical argument. Still, if I had to find one difference between then and now, there was exactly one thing: the character, who had been a normal human until now, had animal ears and a tail. That was it. …Ah, right. The fact that it was a Korean manga instead of a Japanese one was another difference. Not that it meant anything.

But could a change as small as that really cause this? It didn't make sense by any common standard. Whatever. I’d just wash my lower half and go to sleep. I’d sweated way too much to just change my panties and call it a night. Look, even just sliding my hand between my thighs to wipe it away, the sweat was…

"……."

…It wasn't dry. It was… wait a second.

"…Why is this…?"

I moved the hand that had been fumbling between my thighs downward. This was strange. This shouldn't be happening. If my panties were sticky because of sweat, then my inner thighs should have been drenched in sweat, too. So why were they so dry? If that were the case, then the source of that sticky fluid was…

"……."

A moment of silence. After spending some time like that, my fingertips moved cautiously. Downward. Downward. I touched the panties that had slid down to the edge of my thighs, checking just how wet they were. Gently. Then, with the fluid staining my fingertips, I dragged my fingers back up to where my panties had just been pressed against me. Upward. Upward.

…I wasn't without sensation, so I’d already noticed long ago that I was impossibly damp, but I’d been turning a blind eye because I didn't want to admit it. I moved until my fingers touched that place. Until my hand made contact with the damp, soft skin, and I jerked my knees up in an inexplicable shiver.

The memories after that are a little hazy.

I usually don't think about it, but when I was a little younger, I sometimes wondered, "Why is it shaped like this?" Of course, I still don't know the reason. But I did learn one new thing.

"Nng…? Uh…? Ah…"

…If you press down on it and touch it, it feels good. It ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wasn't like the women in those stories who felt good because a man's thing was inserted; I was just touching it carefully myself, yet it still felt good.

"Haaah…. Ugh……."

But it was… a strange kind of pleasure, not quite right to just call it "feeling good." To be precise, maybe "it feels like it’s feeling good" would be a better way to put it? Or maybe "on the verge of feeling good"? Every time I stroked it softly, my lower abdomen throbbed. The focus in my eyes vanished, and I felt increasingly dazed. My thighs kept twitching, and I felt like a worm, squirming and rubbing my cheek against the pillow as the pleasure traveled down my spine.

It was hard to understand how all those sensations combined into "feeling good," but… as if to say who cares, the amount of arousal fluid staining my fingers just kept increasing.

"……. ….? ……♡"

Lightly. Like I was tickling someone, just lightly. I rubbed my fingers against my vulva slowly, and as soon as I pulled them away, I felt the sensation of the fluid stretching from my fingertips. Then, rub-rub, I caressed the skin around it with my fingertips. …Touching it directly was, well… I was still a bit scared. It felt like… there was a primal instinct telling me this wasn't a place I should touch yet. So, just the surroundings. Yeah.

"Nng-gh……. Hng…?"

I pressed down hard on the edge of the blanket caught between my feet and let out a small, pleasurable moan. I wanted to let it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out louder, but… as quietly as possible. I glanced sideways to check if the bedroom door was properly closed, rubbing and pressing my fingertips against the skin drenched in fluid. Every time my heart hammered, I clamped my hand over my mouth.

…You never know. Like the women I saw in the manga, or the woman I just saw in the adult video, I might start howling like a bitch. And then, if the lady who was sleeping soundly in the room across the hall happened to hear me… what face would I show her tomorrow?

…W-wait….

"……! …?!"

The pleasure suddenly spread through my lower back, sharp and intense. I didn't even have time to wonder about it. I forced myself to swallow a moan that felt like it was crushing my lungs. Because of that, little sounds like ugh and kgh, like I was trying to hold back tears, leaked from between my lips.

What is this? What is happening? I was flustered by the stinging, throbbing sensation and pulled at the blanket between my feet as if to tear it apart. It wasn't my will; my body just kept twitching on its own. Since I couldn't pull my feet out of the blanket, I had no choice. Eventually, with tears welling up in the corners of my eyes for no reason, I breathed hot air onto ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the palm of my hand covering my mouth over and over again.

Maybe it was because I’d just brushed my teeth. The scent of minty toothpaste flowed over my palm. If I kissed someone like this, it would be a toothpaste-flavored kiss. Tears without emotion streamed down, making my cheeks and the pillow a little damp. Perhaps because my mind had gone blank, amidst the trivial thoughts flowing through my head, I regained some of my dazed senses and pulled the fingers that had been busy near my clitoris, bringing them up before my eyes.

"……Hah…. …Hah…."

Seeing the amount of fluid dripping down my fingers, I could sort of understand why I was so thirsty. I must be crazy… seriously….

"Hiyuu…."

…But. Is… is it okay to do this? I feel like I’m doing something I shouldn't be doing….

…I know about sex. I know now, obviously. But touching this place with my fingers is… well….

…I learned it was called "foreplay." But that’s something someone else does to you, isn't it…? And it’s not just lightly touching the surroundings and finishing; it’s about pinching and rubbing the clitoris, or shoving fingers into the small hole and rubbing the vaginal walls….

"……."

…It’s something someone else does. Well….

…Hehe….

"…Ah, wait… before that…."

Exploring my curiosity like this was fine, but there was one thing I had to do first. I stood up unsteadily, limping because I had no strength, and approached the corner of the bedroom. On the way, I locked the bedroom door just in case and finished checking it. There was a drawer there. A drawer containing various daily necessities and towels. I took out the gray towel I liked the least.

I-in the manga, everyone flows so much fluid…. …I need this so it doesn't get on the bed, right?

I shook my head to clear away the shameful imagination. What remained was the exploration of curiosity. After wrapping my shameful behavior in the most sophisticated language possible, I returned to the bed. I could just mix the wet towel in with the laundry after I showered tomorrow….

Sweat smell. I spread a dry towel over the bed, which was filled with a strange scent I was smelling for the first time, and lay down on my stomach cautiously. It was stifling because my chest was pressed down, but it would be much easier to hold back my voice this way.

"Pheu…."

I buried my face in the pillow filled with the scent of my own shampoo and reached my hand under my pelvis. The thirst that would normally have sent me straight to the kitchen to resolve it was pushed to the back of my mind for now. Keeping my breath held, hidden from the lady sleeping in the room across the hall, I wanted to… t-touch my clitoris….

…In other words, it was an exploration of curiosity.

"…Nng-gh……."

My fingernails, trimmed short for swordsmanship, lightly touched the crevice I had been caressing until just a moment ago. Just that was enough for my pu…ssy to start leaking the fluid I’d felt earlier, sticky and thick. …It couldn't have become like this just because one finger touched it, so it must have already been pooled inside. I didn't know how much there was, but….

Tap, tap. I lightly tapped the crevice with my fingertips, and after a moment of twitching,

"……. …."

I got down on my hands and knees properly, just like I’d seen in the manga Yozora recommended, and used the fingers that had been touching the crevice to spread the soft flesh into a V-shape. …If I touched my clit and fluid splashed all over the towel, it would be a headache. There was no other reason.

"Huu…. Hii-ng……."

I buried my face in the pillow and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠moved the fingers placed on both sides of my vulva slowly. Just that was enough to make me feel pleasure, and my thighs kept hitting the back of my hand. Squish, squish—the slow but distinct sound reached my eardrums. And on the fingers that were spreading my vulva, I felt the fluid leaking out from inside my vagina. Lacking experience, I didn't know how much that was just by the amount on my fingers, but it wasn't an amount I needed to worry about. It was just enough to….

…Coat a male cock and have a little left over. I really hate to say it, but isn't that the perfect expression?

"…. ……. …Pheu…."

Well then, now that… I’ve taken care of what was bothering me. I wiped the fluid off my fingers onto the towel and brought my hand back between my legs. It wasn't exactly mature; if anything, it was childish. The soft fuzz was just starting to grow white on my pu…, pussy….

…From there, I lowered my fingers little by little and touched my clit for the first time.

"Nng-gh……? Uh…? …Ah……."

But, contrary to my expectations, it wasn't that intense. This is strange. In the manga, the man would rub this place a few times and the woman would soak the bed. There was a shivering sensation, but it wasn't really that much. Was the manga exaggerating? Or was my method of touching wrong? First, I’d fix the method. I could blame the manga later. Let’s change the method a little. As close to what I saw in the manga as possible.

"……."

Maybe it was thanks to the proverb "well begun is half done." Since I’d done something erotic for the first time, I was more relaxed than before, so instead of touching the clitoris like I was afraid to, I rubbed it from the inside, and I touched, this, clit, like, this.

"……?♡ ……?? ………♡"

Pyut, pyut—the sound of the fluid, so vivid, softly filled the bedroom. It was a sound so small you wouldn't hear it unless you listened very carefully. The sound of the bed creaking as I twitched my hips was heard intermittently. That, too, was the same. It wasn't a sound so small, but it wasn't a sound I cared about. Saliva stuck to the pillow I was biting down on, and the sound of my heavy, ragged breathing was muffled and echoed quietly in the pillow.

It was a small sound. Much smaller than the sound of fluid splashing on the towel.

"……. …Pheu……."

So, no matter what happened, it was a sound the lady would never hear.

"……."

I pulled my mouth away from the pillow for a moment, pulled the towel I had been lying on a little further up, and covered the pillow where my teeth marks were clearly visible. …It was a very long towel. I was so relieved.