The Real Thing (6)
It happened last night.
Ah... nngh...
If she kept masturbating in bed the way she had the day before yesterday, Auntie was bound to catch her within a week, so from now on she would only touch herself a little in the shower. That was the vow she had made. And then last night came.
She finished a shower that ran four times longer than usual, lay down on the bed, and let her fingers drift lightly between her thighs.
Haa... huh...
When she first stepped out — after that first time touching herself, no, no, after the shower — the hour had been late enough that she meant to flop straight onto the bed and drop into a dead sleep. She had gone to bed far too late the night before, though, and her eyes were wider awake than usual.
Hik, hii...
Her pajama pants were shoved down to her knees, her panties hooked there with them, and before she knew it she was pressing, lightly, again and again, at a clit already slick and shining. Pressing hard felt good too, of course, but right now she wanted her eyes closed, wanted to tease herself until she ached. Because she had already taught herself, without meaning to, how to feel even better — poking at the dirty places whenever she had a spare moment.
Nnh...
Lightly. Truly, lightly. Only enough to make her brows twitch. Lightly. Pretending to press hard, and still lightly. Coating her fingers in her own wetness, and still lightly. She kept touching herself that way until she reached a state she could barely put into words. If she had to try — until she was aching, desperate, strung tight.
...Nngh... ...hiik...
She ignored the way her thighs tried to close on their own, as if begging her to stop, and ground down on her clit without mercy.
Heh... heek...
She had repeated the whole thing about ten times when the thoughts began to drift. She really ought to sleep. What was she going to do about the towel. It felt good — maybe just once more. This time, instead of touching herself with her eyes shut, she could watch some porn. Roughly that sort of thing, bobbing through her head.
Haa... ha...
And then, all at once, a single curiosity popped into her mind.
Doing it alone was one thing. She knew exactly how she liked to be touched, so she could play with the pressure and sink into the afterglow. But someone else — a man, putting his hands on her — might not feel good at all. That was the curiosity that had popped up. Of course, curiosity is a volatile thing.
...Nnghk... ugh...
She put on porn. Porn of a man leaving red handprints all over a woman's ass whenever he pleased, wrapping her tail around his hand and yanking it tight while he fucked her. She got down on her front in the exact same position and masturbated with everything she had, and somewhere in the middle she forgot the curiosity so completely it might as well have been pitch black.
Somebody save me.
Sprawled on top of Seo Woojin's body, that was more or less the first thing to fill her head.
"Don't... lick...!"
"...I'd rather get to lick."
"Th- then, the cock, yeah, I'll lick it really hard, so please just stop..."
"......"
"Let go of my butt...!"
"......"
"Ugh... seriously... fwaah... haah..."
Woojin had an arm hooked lightly around her ass so she couldn't get away, kissing it with soft, wet sounds. His cock had been perfectly fine a moment ago. Now clear precum was starting to drool from it. She stared at it in a daze, brows pinched tight, then did as she was told — pushed the tip of her tongue past her lips and licked, messy and thorough.
"Nngyah?! I said stop licking and let go...!"
"......"
The result was exactly what she had expected. He would not, under any circumstances, let go of her ass, no matter how obediently she followed orders. If anything, he locked both arms around the hips that kept flinching, desperate to escape, and hauled her up onto his face with all his strength.
Lap. Lap.
Over a clit sensitized past all reason, he dragged his tongue slowly, filthily, the same way she was licking his cock. That was all he did. He was only carving pleasure into her body by force.
What was she supposed to do. How was she supposed to talk Woojin into stopping this. Bringing out her tail and ears and overpowering him by strength was no good — aside from his healing, Woojin was no different from an ordinary person. Giving up and letting go of his hands was absolutely out of the question, too. If she let him do this to her even once more, something truly awful was going to happen. Dripping her slick all over someone else's face. Passing out like this. Going into heat and grinding herself on Woojin's lips of her own accord. Something like that.
......
...Please. Please stop...
"...Why? You're the one who said it. Asked how to make me cum fast."
"...H-huh?"
Did I say that out loud...
No. That wasn't what mattered right now. She had to persuade Woojin before she showed him something shameful. She would lick even harder, so they should stop this humiliating position. She would rather kneel the way she had at the start and lick his cock that way.
"Woojin..."
"...See it? The precum drooling off the tip."
"...Pre, precum...?"
"The clear stuff that comes out of the head when it feels good."
"I know that...! That much, at least..."
"Yeah? Then this is easy to explain."
"......"
She had opened her mouth to say all of that, and she never even got a full word out. Woojin took the conversation away from her.
"I-I'm going to suck it, but...!"
"More conditions?"
"...You don't... have to lick my clit. You don't..."
"...What are you talking about? Just now you asked me what I like. Said you wanted me to cum as fast as possible."
"...I did, but..."
"Think about it simply. If there's something dirty right in front of my eyes, I'll finish faster, won't I?"
Far from persuading him, she was the one who got persuaded. Thinking it over, she had imagined exactly that sort of thing while she masturbated — a man with a muscular body, things like that. And the person who had asked him how to make him cum fast was her. Woojin had done nothing more than tell her, literally, how to make him finish quickly. And if she was being one degree more honest...
"...You don't like me licking your clit?"
"......"
"Want me to stop?"
"......"
"Say it louder. I can't hear you."
"I... later... I'd like it if you licked... but not nooow..."
It wasn't that she hated the act itself, or that it felt bad and she wanted him to quit. It felt so much better than she had thought it would, and she was afraid she would do something shameful, and that was why she was begging him to stop. Aaaah... honestly...
Saying it with her own mouth made her want to die of embarrassment. If she had remembered her father telling her that you don't show a weakness carelessly, and given Woojin no reaction at all, that would have been one thing. But every time he licked, her hips had already been twitching and jerking as if to say I'm going to cum. How was she supposed to growl out a lie in the middle of that. If he went back to licking her clit softly, the way he had before, that melted, mewling little voice was going to spill right out of her. Woojin knew it perfectly well.
"A-anyway...! We'll talk about that on its own next time..."
"......"
"...I'll s-suck, so loosen your arms for a second."
"No. You're just trying to run."
"I-I'm nooot..."
"...I'll let you go after I cum once. That work?"
Don't lick my clit. Failed.
Can't I kneel and lick like I did at the start? Failed.
Even the last lie she had scrambled together in a panic failed. There was no way out of this now.
Sprawled over Woojin's body, she let out a long, suffering groan, and in the end—
"...Schlck, fwaah..."
—she took hold of the base of that hideous cock and, slowly, this time the other way around, stuffed it into her small mouth, pressing it in. Better to make him cum as fast as she could, before something shameful happened. If she sprayed her slick all over Woojin's face, she might bite her own tongue from the humiliation.
"...Then I'll..."
"...Mmph... I don't need th—?! Hiik..."
There was no way he hadn't heard her say she didn't need it, even if the words got cut off halfway. For two whole days, nothing but her own fingers had touched her clit, and now someone else's body kept touching it. A tongue, soft in a way no finger could compare to. Press. Press.
...She said she didn't need it. He really was a bastard. Watch her ass flinch every time he licked her clit and he ought to be able to tell exactly what state she was in, and still he kept his arms locked around her hips so she couldn't escape, tormenting her clit with his tongue, lightly kneading her ass with his hands. A bastard.
"Haahp... ...... schlk..."
She filled her mouth with that bastard's cock, flushed red to the cheeks, and bobbed her head in earnest, making wet, filthy sucking sounds. The swollen head caught on her lips and scraped the saliva up, then pushed back in with a slick, squelching sound — this time until the tip of it thudded against the back of her throat.
...Urk. She really couldn't do this. Deepthroat, was that what they called it? How was anyone supposed to do this. She had only taken about half and she already felt like she was going to throw up...
"...If you feel like gagging, you don't have to take it that deep. You don't have to suck hard with no technique, either."
"...Mmph... I, I was just trying it once."
"Practice deepthroat next time. Today, just lick with your tongue. ...That felt really good earlier."
"......schlck... mm..."
He said it gently, and even then he kept a hard grip on her ass and kept licking her clit. Instead of answering that she understood, she nodded over and over with his cock filling her mouth. The moans leaking out because of him — she was too embarrassed to let him hear them. And the cock she was licking right now was twitching, little by little, as if it were about to cum any second.
"...Fwaah... ehup..."
She clamped one hand tight around the root and, the way she had been taught, stroked up and down in earnest, slick and steady, licking over the head. Woojin suddenly hauled her pelvis in even harder and set his teeth to her clit, nibbling, working it, and she—
She clenched his cock with all her strength. Huh. Huh? Huh. Her head was nothing but question marks. She leaked, slick spilling out of her, and all she could spit out was confusion, until she felt it in the fist she had locked around him — something thick surging up along the bumpy veins. On instinct she closed her lips around the head.
"......Mm, ...mmph, ......n."
Splurt, spurt, splurt...
Semen gone thick as jelly from all that licking, and she took it in her mouth.
"...... ...... ......"
Splurt, spurt... His mouth kept sucking at her clit while his cock kept packing her mouth full, until her cheeks puffed and it wasn't enough to let it leak from the corners of her lips. Gulp. Gulp. She swallowed it by force. She hadn't particularly wanted to swallow, but there was so much she had no choice, and still it came — spurt, spurt, spluuurt... spuhh... — endlessly, thick-smelling male cum emptied into her mouth.
About ten seconds of that. Long enough to breathe in the smell of semen to her heart's content. By the time what felt like a solid minute had passed—
"......Huh..."
"...... ..."
Splt. Pfft. The sound of her, mouth still wrapped around his cock, squirting her slick across Woojin's face. Splurt. Spuhh. The sound of Woojin, teeth on her clit, cumming into her mouth. Gulp. Gulp. The sound of someone swallowing something in earnest. And through all of it, Woojin's sigh, mixed in.
...Smack. Smack.
As if telling her to come back to her senses, he patted her ass, light and easy.
"...Sua."
"......"
Ridiculous as it was, that little smack was all it took. She twitched. Twitched. And came, lightly.
"...Stop wagging your tail. It's in the way."
"...Fwemm..."
He had already finished cumming, and he grabbed her hair from behind and pulled his cock out of her mouth as if to tell her to stop licking it like she wanted more, and still she twitched. Twitched. And came, lightly.
"...You wanted to eat it that badly? Cum?"
"Heek... heh..."
Slapping her ass without permission was a deeply insulting thing to do. Grabbing someone by the hair to stop them from moving was a deeply insulting thing to do. Feeding her cum, which wasn't even food, and then asking like that — that was probably insulting too.
"...Want more?"
"Yeah..."
She didn't really know about any of that. It just felt good. She didn't know the reason. It simply felt too good. She answered at once, wagged her lion's tail, and started licking Woojin's cock in earnest. Carefully, so her teeth would never so much as nick it and leave a wound. Very devotedly. Using nothing but her tongue.