The Real Thing (4)
Lap.
Lap.
I worried the head of Seo Woojin's cock with the tip of my tongue, slow and deliberate, wiping him down as hard as I could with a wet wipe that had already gone lukewarm. Wiping his... dick.
"Nn... ...mph..."
Honestly, it didn't taste good. Not that I'd expected it to, obviously.
"Mm, nnh... slrp..."
It tasted bad. Bad enough that I was already swearing I'd never do anything like this again. Bad. I'd felt it even while I hovered beside Yojora and gave hesitant little licks as she worked so earnestly at her blowjob. It just tasted bad. Wondering whether it was only because another woman had licked it first didn't help. It was simply bad. If anyone actually found this delicious, they ought to check themselves into a psych ward as soon as possible. That was how bad it was.
The reason blowjobs showed up so often in fiction probably had nothing to do with flavor. Taste was an absolute no. It had to be the composition that got people off so hard. A man looking down from above. A woman kneeling beneath him, eyes rolled up, sucking his cock with everything she had. The thrill of conquest, was that what they called it? That thing guys were so into. Without that, nobody would ever bother with something like this. So now that I knew the reality, I could just spit it out — ptui — and be done with it.
"...bleh... haah... mph..."
Except the smell came with the taste. The male smell packing my sinuses full. My tongue kept moving on its own. It wasn't as strong as the smell of semen, but this, in its own way... I liked it.
"Slrp... mmph..."
Not vulgar, not like I'd gone into heat, but stubborn about it. Just like all those scenes in the manga Yojora had recommended, I took his cock a little deeper into my mouth. If I did it like this, maybe he'd spurt semen for me again. Then I could smell that sweet semen scent from a moment ago one more time. Even catching it from a distance, not even directly, had felt incredibly good. What would happen if I smelled it this close? Maybe this time it wouldn't stop at my ears and tail coming out.
At some point the hand that had at least been pretending to wipe him went still at the base. I forgot the whole point — wiping the juice I'd spilled on his cock — and my lips, parted just a little, opened wider and wider until I could fit the entire head inside my mouth. In the end I swallowed the very front of it whole.
"Bluh... mph... ...chuup..."
I'd noticed it earlier too, but the shaft really was incredibly hard. If my teeth so much as bumped it by accident, it would hurt, so I had to be careful not to let them touch. After holding this much in my mouth, was I supposed to suck on it like a straw? Still, a tongue was soft. Licking with my tongue would probably feel better for him.
Oh. Right. In one of those "pure romance" manga Yojora recommended, there was a scene where he ordered her to lick gently during a blowjob, as if it tasted delicious.
"Nnh... mm..."
Like this? Sucking hard enough that obscene little sounds leaked out between my lips...
......
Ugh. That didn't feel right. And more than anything, licking it "as if it tasted good" — if I actually meant that, I'd die of embarrassment. I'm not a pervert. What even was that?
"Phaah... hah... haah..."
I pulled the cock out of my mouth to catch my breath, and unlike a moment ago, when it had been dry, it glistened with spit right in front of my eyes. Strictly speaking, only the part that had gone into my mouth was wet — a little past the head. From roughly the twenty-five percent mark onward, it looked the same as before.
Just that much had nearly filled my mouth, and it was only twenty-five percent? If I tried something like deepthroat, I'd have to swallow the rest of it too? Twenty-five percent? Mm. Just imagining it... no way, no way, no way. Absolutely not. Even if we did that "loyalty sex" thing from the manga, it would be the same. If I took all of that, it wouldn't end with him pleasantly nudging the mouth of my womb. He'd pound me like a rape until the empty space inside was gone, and I'd squirt in the most pathetic way and pass out. Just like the scenes that kept showing up in the manga Yojora recommended.
Haah... if it were even two finger-joints smaller, right there, then maybe... No. Forget it. I didn't have the slightest intention of having sex with Woojin anyway. I just wanted to smell semen one more time.
"...Sua."
"...Nn...?"
That was when Seo Woojin's voice reached me.
"You are wiping off the juice, right?"
"..."
Along with a question that made me flinch hard.
"...! I-I was wiping it...! The juice."
"Were you?"
"A-anyone looking could tell I was wiping juice..."
"..."
"...With a tissue too. And with my... tongue..."
"Weird. Wiping it with your tongue would just make it dirtier..."
"Look, look! Like this, with my tongue... nnmph..."
Seo Woojin asked with the faintest smile tucked into his voice. I finished stammering out an excuse, then took his cock back into my mouth before he could ask something even harder to answer. Honestly, I wasn't even sure what I'd just said. Words that didn't make sense, actions that didn't make sense. It was like I'd gotten drunk without noticing. I'd never been drunk, but that didn't mean I didn't know what happened to people who were. Had a little mixed in while I was holding orange juice beside her and clinking glasses? Strange. We hadn't even toasted that hard, and even if we had, it would've been a few drops of soju at most. Could someone get drunk on that alone?
I didn't know. I must be an idiot. No — I definitely was. My parents always said studying was the easiest thing in the world, and I couldn't even do that properly. If I wasn't an idiot, who was?
"...Stop licking for a second and spit it out."
"Pwah... w-why...?"
I'd only been licking his cock like a cat lapping milk to dodge his questions for a moment. Woojin let out a light sigh and gently pushed my forehead back. Because of that, the spit I hadn't managed to swallow stretched in strings between his spit-slick cock and my mouth, dripping in thick drops onto the thighs I was kneeling on. A lot of it.
Wait. Wait a second. These gray sweatpants weren't mine. They were Yojora's.
"...I don't know about you, but from where I'm sitting, it looks pretty strange."
"What's strange about..."
"What you're doing doesn't look like wiping up spilled juice."
"......"
"It looks like you're giving me a very enthusiastic blowjob."
I'm screwed. No, no — get it together. Maybe here I should just...
"...It i-is a blowjob...?"
"...It is?"
"...Sucking a dick is called a blowjob, isn't it? So this is, um... a cleaning fellatio..."
"......"
I had to sound confident. Like I was right.
"Yojora said it earlier. Close friends even do paizuri for each other. So a blowjob isn't a big deal either, right...?"
"...Is that so?"
"And just now, a little... I licked it together with Yojora, too..."
I tugged at the pants I'd borrowed from Yojora, checking them, then tilted my head with a face thick as iron plate. I knew perfectly well. If all I was doing was wiping juice, there was no need to turn it into a blowjob. All that did was smear dirty spit all over his cock. The reason I'd dragged it into a blowjob anyway was obvious: the moment I said I'd done it because I wanted to smell semen, I wouldn't be a close friend anymore. I'd just be pervert number one. So I played dumb with everything I had.
"...D-do you maybe just not like getting blowjobs? Is that it?"
Sneakily, I wriggled the conversation away from the indefensible how is lapping with your tongue wiping up juice? and toward do you not like blowjobs? And the answer to that question was already decided.
"I don't dislike them."
"...So, average? Not bad, not good?"
"...If you're splitting it into three, I like them."
"I see... You like getting blowjobs..."
Yojora had given him one right before the paizuri, hadn't she? They were close enough that she called him Master. There was no way she'd do something he hated. If anything, she'd pick only the things that pleased him so she could be doted on. Whew. Good, good. I'd slipped out of it. If I just kept steering this somewhere else...
"But, you know."
"Nnph..."
That had been the plan. Take his cock in with a little hahp, check — you do like this, right? — and suck him devotedly until he came. Instead, he pushed my forehead away again, just like before, and I came off his cock.
"I'm not enough of a pervert to want a blowjob from a friend while I've got a girlfriend."
"...Nnah, d-don't push..."
Unlike me, turned into a liar stitched together out of excuses by one brief smell of semen, he said something painfully, perfectly sensible.
"Letting a friend touch your chest, giving him a paizuri — that's for when you don't have someone you're dating. Right?"
"...R-right. Yeah."
I wasn't sure, but I nodded anyway. Unlike me, who'd learned human relationships entirely from manga, Woojin would know this kind of thing much better. I stared at his cock, still stiffly erect and twitching, then dropped my gaze, sulking.
"Earlier Yojora asked me to help, so I didn't say much, but doing this behind her back is just cheating."
"......Yeah."
Even I, who didn't really get it, could tell the lecture was nothing but correct, so I nodded along. Why had I done it? What was so great about the smell of semen? I beat at my own feelings and blamed myself, and then—
"...If we weren't just friends, if we were sex partners, Yojora would understand."
"......?"
Sex, and partner, stuck together. At that extremely intuitive phrase, my ears perked up.
"But since we aren't even that..."
"H-hey."
"What?"
He answered the instant I spoke, as if he'd been waiting for my voice, without even a beat of lag.
"...I d-don't know what a sex partner is..."
So I asked.
"Ah... How should I explain it. Closer than friends, further than lovers?"
"Mmm...?"
"...I mean, literally a relationship where you only have sex. Without saying you love each other."
"...Aha."
I heard the definition of sex partner, and I thought about it for a little over ten seconds.
"...I want to. That."
"...Sex partners?"
"Can I...?"
"...Well, I don't particularly mind."
Nod, nod. Instead of answering out loud, I nodded, and whispered so it would never carry into the bedroom.
"B-but! If you keep just one condition..."
"...Go on."
"...I want to do it without the sex."
In an extremely grave tone, I whispered it.
"...We're sex partners, though?"
"Th-that's, sex is still a little scary."
"It'll hurt at first, but you'll get used to it fast."
"...Tch... You can say that so easily because you're a guy...! Imagine that vicious-looking thing going thud, thud, thud into your body. Tell me that isn't scary..."
I pointed at his cock, which somehow looked even bigger than before, and whispered it fiercely.
"...Yojora liked it from the start, though."
"Sh-she liked it?"
"Yeah. Enough that she'd pass out on the spot if I wasn't careful."
"......"
"...Getting interested now? What would happen if I drove it all the way in, the way I do for Yojora?"
"......"
Face buried in a pillow, tail yanked tight, fucked until I couldn't even make a sound — the image shut my mouth.
"Sua?"
"N-no, I'm good... I'll just... stick to blowjobs..."
"...All right."
"Huuuh..."
"Come to think of it, earlier you were so awkward about it being juice-wiping..."
"......I-I don't know...! I can't hear you! Anyway, from now on I'm just going to suck, properly... so come in my mouth for real!"
"Sure. Sure."
Without anything like permission from his girlfriend, Yojora. Seo Woojin and me. Just the two of us.