The Real Thing (5)
I sweep my golden hair back behind my ear and slowly set my lips to the tip of his cock, already a thorough mess from my saliva.
Not for some pathetic excuse like wiping off juice. Just to suck it, to work it, and to take that thick semen into my mouth. For a purely sexual reason, and nothing else, I offer my lips of my own free will.
"…Ah, i-if anything feels weird, you have to tell me right away, okay…?"
"…Don't worry. Just do it like before. It felt good."
"R-right…. I see…. Still, just in case. Yeah."
Somewhere along the way Seo Woojin has wiped every last trace of awkwardness from his face. Wearing the same easy composure he has when I meet him as the health teacher—and a smile that makes him look, just a little, like a bad man—he tucks a strand of hair caught against my cheek back behind my ear.
It feels like he's saying he'll help me with this much, so I should just suck his cock properly. If I pile a little more fantasy on top of it: go on, serve him as pleasurably as I can. Something like that.
Mmm. Maybe I've picked up the habit because Yojora keeps calling him Master.
I'm not really interested in that sort of thing. Not to that extent. A choker with my name engraved on it around my neck, a leash clipped on and yanked tight, bent over a bed and pounded until I can't resist at all and just pant and bark. It's not as if anyone's treating a Mutant Transcendent like a pet. That far, I'm not particularly interested. I am a little curious whether something like that really, sincerely feels good—but she can do plenty of that with Yojora, who's asleep in the bedroom over there.
"Nnngh…. Hup…. …Phaah…. Just a second, my jaw hurts when I try again…. It feels somehow bigger than before…."
"…Then don't put it in your mouth. Want to just lick the tip? It's fine if you drool a little, so gather a lot of spit on your tongue."
"…Bleh…."
"The tendon under the head…. Ah, and with your hand…. …Yeah, like that."
Lap, lap. I lick Seo Woojin's glans, thick with the smell of my own spit, and because of it I trail slick saliva across the pants I borrowed from Yojora, stroking his cock until the sound turns wet and squelching. All the way to the base, and so my hand catches on the head. Diligently.
If something this monstrous were forced inside a woman's body, it would clench unbelievably tight without a second thought, so I ought to stroke it with at least this much force. And sex is driving all of this in without a gap, anyway. Firmly, squelch, squelch, all the way to the root.
At first I worried a little that I might be gripping too hard and hurting him, but every time that wet sound comes, Seo Woojin only lets out a slow sigh toward empty air, without a word, so it seems to feel pretty good for him.
I keep picking things up, one by one. I can grind at math for hours and still barely memorize a single formula, but I guess I'm built to learn with my body, the way I do with the sword.
"The tendon…. Here…? Like this, where it runs in a line…."
"Yeah. Well… it feels good wherever you lick, though."
"Ah, aah. Okay…."
"…Of course, putting it in your mouth and sucking is the best."
"……Haup…."
Ah. Mm. Ah. Mm.
I test my jaw by opening it, then carefully take his cock the way Seo Woojin wants. A little past the head. Until the tip of the glans just barely touches the entrance of my throat. A firm press.
Judging by all those bleeped-out videos I've been watching at dawn lately, men probably—especially Seo Woojin, who loves hearing a woman call him Master far too much—would want me to swallow all of this and suck it like something cheap. But sorry about that. I have no intention of doing it for him, and I don't have the ability anyway. Honestly, if he pushes even one more millimeter in from here, I'm definitely going to gag.
Instead, I can move my tongue hard. Yeah. I'll lick as hard as I can, all right? So let me smell it quickly… please. M-Master, or whatever it is. I want to smell semen again.
"…Bb…. Nngh…. ……."
Forced to breathe in the smell of a male cock packed full inside my mouth, I lick it diligently with a tongue gone a little stiff, chup, chup. He definitely said the tendon under here felt good earlier. Where….
…….
Ah, it really must feel good. Every time my tongue brushes here, it twitches like crazy. Then if I suck it like this and stroke the shaft hard with my hand, he'll like it even more, won't he? Then this, too, just once—
"Hoo…."
"Chup…. Chuup……."
Pfft. Look at that face change. A moment ago he was nothing but composure, and now he's looking down at my face with eyes a little more dazed than before. I know what that feels like. The night before last, and again at dawn today, when I pulled the blanket all the way over my head, lay face-down, and rubbed my clit like I'd lost my mind—that kind of—
…Mmm. Anyway. Yes.
"…Phaah…. …Think you're about to come soon?"
"Dunno. It feels good, but not yet, really…."
"…What?"
But when I briefly let go of the glans, soaked through from all that sucking, and asked from where I knelt at an eye level lower than the thick shaft that sprang free with a heavy throb, what came back was a lukewarm reaction nothing like what I'd expected.
No, why? The bleeped-out videos were like that. The bleeped-out comics were like that. Everyone loses their minds when the heroine gives them a blowjob. And you—just now, the second I licked that tendon, lap lap, you twitched like crazy, like it felt incredible. Maybe I've got something wrong.
"…Really?"
"Why would I lie about something like this. Pointlessly."
"Ah, earlier you told me to stop just from me wiping it a little with a wet wipe…."
"That was…. …Never mind."
Seo Woojin starts to say something, then slides his gaze a little to the right and stops. I keep stroking that vicious cock of his with a wet squelch of my hand and lift my head, dissatisfied.
"…Are you trying to say I suck badly? Is that it…?"
"…Ah, that wasn't what I meant."
"It is, though…! When it was just my hand you said you were about to come, grabbed my wrist tight, and told me to stop, but the moment it's my mouth you haven't done that even once…."
"…It's not that."
"If it's not that, then what…."
"…You were touching my cock with this pure face, like you don't know anything, and it turned me on like hell."
"……."
"Anyone could see you were giving me a handjob, and you said you were wiping off juice."
Ah. Mm. Ah. Mm. Ah….
A sound much like the one from when I checked my jaw earlier—only far more full of shame—tumbles out between my lips.
Well, at first I really had done it with a pure heart. Not to catch se…semen. Just because I felt bad about spilling juice on his pants, so I was wiping it. The purpose had quietly turned lewd—into I'm going to smell semen again, no matter what—right after Seo Woojin grabbed my wrist. So that "purity" he mentioned had probably already vanished around then.
"…I, I see…. I had no idea…. Uuugh…."
Why did I get annoyed at the wrong person. You idiot. Seriously. If I'd stayed pure all the way to the end, I'd already be smelling a faceful of semen poured over me.
I swallow a mouthful of spit, shake my head no in embarrassment, and awkwardly scratch my cheek. What do I do. Three days ago, maybe, but for me—someone who's already learned how to masturbate—"purity" is an impossibly distant word. I've already watched plenty of porn of one ordinary man and one ordinary woman lying on a bed, moaning through sex, and because of Yojora I've watched plenty of dirty comics too. The girl who hated it at first, about five pages later, gets a huge cock forced into her until her lower belly bulges with every thud, and about twenty pages later she stops resisting altogether, and under the sound of it slamming in to the root she only blushes and drools. That kind of comic. I know all the dirty stuff now. There's almost nothing I don't know, is there? And purity, in the middle of all this. It really doesn't suit me. What am I supposed to do.
"……."
I don't know. And since I don't know—rather—
"Um…. Woojin."
"Yeah."
"…If I want to make you come as fast as possible…. …what should I do?"
"……."
"Like earlier, when you told me to lick the tendon…. That kind of thing."
I'll just ask outright. Better to learn each other's tastes like this than to sit here groaning in frustration…!
"…Can I be honest?"
"O-of course. I had an embarrassing hobby too, even with these fierce, nasty-looking eyes."
"Your impression's a bit cold, but not fierce…. Well, anyway."
"……."
"Want to stand up for a second?"
"……? Stand? …Okay."
"…If I had my way I'd lay you on the table and fuck your throat, but we haven't trained that yet, so I can't…."
"……."
Better…? No, before that—fucking my throat is probably deepthroat, I think, but what does he mean by trained? I haven't seen that word in the comics yet.
"We'll do that next time. Something else."
"Something else…. W-wait…. If you pull me like that I'll fall…."
I've barely been standing there, awkward and half-risen, when Seo Woojin, still seated on the sofa, grabs my arm and pulls me down. My face hits his chest first, and all I can manage is a muffled up, up, with no resistance at all. After that motion of his, as if he's lying back, I come to my senses and find myself—
"…Want to suck it just like that?"
"…Eh…."
—laid facedown over Seo Woojin's body, upside down, looking at his… cock.
"Suck it the way I taught you earlier. Move your fingers too."
"…Um…. Ah, okay…. Haup…."
I answered, but I don't really understand why we're in this position. Sucking his cock like this, or sucking it while kneeling the way I was before—isn't it the same thing in the end?
Ah. I get it. Now that I think about it, my chest did feel strangely tight. If I do it this way, my breasts get pressed hard against Woojin's lower stomach while I blow him, so that must be it. When I was kneeling earlier, my chest didn't touch him at all.
Heheh. So that's why he changed positions. To feel my breasts. If he'd just said he wanted to touch them, we're friends, so I would've let him touch a little. Well, men are all the same.
I was thinking that, and had just started sucking the head again, chup chup, when—
"……?! Phap, wait, what…?!"
"Don't mind it. Keep going."
"Y-you just pulled my pants down…!!"
Seo Woojin, lying beneath me, has dragged the pants I was wearing down to about my thighs. Before I even had time to resist. Really, all at once.
"P-pull them back up…. No, please pull them up. Please…."
"Why? It's only pretty. Embarrassed?"
"I am. I'm embarrassed, so…."
"…About what?"
"Why are you even asking that…?!"
"Your reaction. Seemed like it'd be fun."
"Ugh…."
In place of the endlessly kind voice I'd heard in the infirmary, in the bookstore, at our house, an extremely sly voice drives into my ear.
"F-for one thing, my panties are completely visible, you idiot…! Ugh…."
"…They're Yojora's panties. You're embarrassed?"
"What does that even have to do with— …hik, hiiik…?"
"…You keep yourself trimmed, huh."
"T-trimmed…? No, before that, um…. Don't push it to the side…."
"……."
"…Nnh…? Ah, aahik……? Eh……."
"……."
"W-wait……."
"……."
"Don't hold my butt down with your hand……. Nnghk…."
Not long after, from beneath my lower belly—soaked through while I'd been smelling cock—from between thighs that had begun to tremble, from under my ass, caught in Seo Woojin's grip so I couldn't escape and starting to twitch and shake:
Lap, lap. Chup, chup.
The sound that came out in place of words for a conversation was, strangely enough, extremely sly. Heh. Heh. With Seo Woojin's rigidly erect cock right in front of my eyes, breathing in its smell, I could only spill lewd breaths—and that sound was nothing like me at all.