The Real Thing (7)
…I feel like some little kid peeking in on her parents having sex.
"Don't… lick it…!"
"…I'd rather you did."
"Th-that… ah, the— the dick, yeah, I'll lick it really hard, so please, just that much…."
It was around the time I was stuffing Sua's clothes, soaked through with her slick, into the washing machine. A solid ten minutes had passed since Seo Woojin came up quiet and told me he meant to fuck Han Sua, so I should quit getting in the way and get lost. A solid ten minutes since I'd played dead drunk and bought my way out of the bedroom with some shoddy little bribe—Then have sex with me later, too. …Like a beast.
That was when I started hearing the sound of her juices spilling. After Han Sua's low declaration that they were sex partners, I knelt and pressed my ear hard against the bedroom door. I couldn't catch all of it. Whatever scraps of voice leaked through, I took like little side dishes—squelch, squelch—working my fingers in as deep as they would go, just so I could scrape along my walls.
"We'll practice deepthroat next time. Today, just try licking with your tongue. …It felt insanely good earlier."
"……slrp…. Mmph…."
Han Sua—A5-grade meat, prepared to be offered up to Master—was diligently licking Master's cock. I matched that quiet sound coming through the shut door and raked my walls with index and middle fingers buried to the root.
…That cock had been so hard even when he raped me. In front of Han Sua, the one he actually, sincerely wanted to fuck, how stiff would it be standing? Probably a whole knuckle bigger than when he'd done me.
…Then how far in would the thing even reach?
Sua, a few knuckles bigger than me, might manage. Me? I was ordinary enough back in Japan, but here in Korea I'm barely a hundred and sixty centimeters. If I tried to take all of that… I might really break.
And still—the thought of that Seo Woojin, that worked-up Seo Woojin, pounding me all night like an onahole. The thought of him saying it feels better to pound a small body, leaving Sua where she'd already fainted and choosing me for his toy instead. Taking his careless creampies over and over, even if I told him I was ovulating, then barely managing to lift my hips, face-down on the bed, panting in sharp little breaths while I twitched. I packed my head thick and sticky with fantasies that would never happen, and for a little while I dirtied the bedroom floor with gleaming slick.
"Sua."
"……."
"Quit swishing that tail. It's annoying."
"…Pweh-mmph……."
A slightly obscene thought slipped in.
Everything has a cause.
Whenever a result appears, some plausible reason is always stuck to it. For example… the reason Seo Woojin still has his cock standing rigid right in front of my eyes is that I, unsatisfied even after he already came once, am diligently licking it with my tongue. Or rather, that I start at the root, where the male smell is thickest, lap my way up like I'm eating milk, and once I reach the glans—still faintly scented with semen—I take the cock into my mouth as if I'm kissing it, licking with all the care I have.
The reason I'm lying meekly over Seo Woojin's face, hips twitching, is that both of his lean, hard-muscled arms have my pelvis locked tight and won't let go. And because the way he lightly bites my clit with his lips and licks it feels good enough that slick keeps spilling out of me in little spurts.
…Which is why this, too, must be a result with a cause behind it. Me, in the middle of a blowjob, suddenly putting my ears and tail out. And then, just like that, wagging the tail while I suck his cock with such care.
"Mnheh, mmph…. Slrp…."
The problem is what that cause actually is.
"Nnnmph…. …Mngh, mmph…."
That… it's probably, most likely, the semen I was just gulping down so diligently.
"……bleh…. Hah-mp…."
…Ahaha. That's funny.
Of course, something similar happened earlier, when I caught the smell of semen on Yojora, and since that's the only guess I have, I'm about ninety-nine percent sure it's true. But what on earth does semen have to do with a Mutant Transcendent? What, because I'm Variant-type, I went into heat like some animal?
…A lie.
Heat. Please. All I did was swallow that fishy, tasteless fluid. What heat?
I keep licking Seo Woojin's cock, still thickly smeared with that lewd smell, and let out a little snort. If I were really in heat, I'd already have seduced him. We'd be on this sofa, having sex like beasts. He'd have me crushed flat under that male body the way I've seen in so many porn videos, pounding, pounding, until I broke.
And there's one more thing. Touching myself while I imagine what sex would feel like with my tail being pulled. That's the sort of thing you can picture even if you aren't in heat, right? Mm-hm. I looked it up online, and there are plenty of Variant-type girls like me. Yojora's the same type, and she had the air of someone who knew something. And wanting to smell semen up close is, for being in heat, extremely ordinary—
"Sua."
"…Mm, mmph……?"
I was licking the glans through every stray thought, right up until I couldn't taste semen anymore, when Seo Woojin's voice came. At the same time his grip tightened. One of the hands that had been wrapped around my waist grabbed my ass, and he went on.
"…That's enough cleaning fellatio. Get down off the sofa for a second."
"…Bwuhh…?"
"Don't make a question mark with your tail. Get down."
If you're going to let me eat more semen, why do I have to get down? The words surged all the way up my throat. Instead I obediently licked just the tip of the glans a few more times, then climbed down beside the sofa—gray sweatpants and panties bunched at my knees, waddling.
It's not like we're going to stop here anyway. His cock is still that stiff with blood. If we quit now, he'll be the one who goes into heat and jumps me. …At least everything in that baby-seed pouch has to come out, or he won't feel clear. That pouch, swollen every bit as full as the erection itself.
"…Can I suck it again now?"
"No. Before that, just a moment…."
Gulp. Gulp. I clean the inside of my mouth, filthy with fluids, then look up at him with my red, plump tongue draped out over my lip in a blep. Seo Woojin only sits on the sofa and sweeps his bangs back once with his hand. I meet those pitch-black eyes, and then my focus sinks a little lower—to the cock in front of them. Soaked in my spit. Veins standing out, bulging. …Masculine. I stare blankly at a cock like that for a moment.
"…Ngehp…?"
Before I know it his hand has come close, and a strange sound slips out of me.
"W-what…?"
"It's interesting."
Lion ears, popped up on top of my head. He went and touched them on his own, without my permission.
"What's interesting about— hng…."
"It's the first time I've seen a mutant's animal ears this close. Can you hear out of these, too?"
"You must've seen them while you were treating people in the Academy Infirmary…."
"When they come in for treatment, they all look ordinary. You did, too."
"……."
Told that I was the same, I have nothing to say. I shut my mouth and only let out a tiny, strained groan. Th-that's true, I was like that, but even just at the academy, how many mutants are there? He's really never seen them up close? This has to be a lie, no matter how I—
…….
…Ah. Wait. There. The inside of the ear. He can't just touch that however he—
"This really doesn't feel like hair. More like animal fur. Soft… that kind of feeling."
"…D-don't…."
"…What, you can flick your ears, too?"
"Y-you're the one who keeps touching them, that's why…! This means don't touch, this…."
"Ah… well, I'm not touching them the way Yojora did. She was really squishing away at them. I'm just stroking lightly."
"…That's true, but…."
"Anyway, it's fascinating. Cute, too."
"C-cute…? Me?"
The strange word comes out of nowhere, and the eyes I drag open half-lidded and unimpressed every day fly wide and round. At the end of that look is Seo Woojin, grinning like my reaction is cute. …Like it's fun.
"Yeah. You're cute."
And he doesn't take it back. He just pushes the words through as they are.
…Someone who looks like me, cute? That's nonsense—
No. No. This is not the time to be listening. What matters is that even while he says it, Seo Woojin keeps touching my ears. Yojora is the worst—she's the same kind of mutant, so she must have noticed a little, and she still groped them all over—but you saw that happen right beside you and you're still touching me like this. You're bad, too.
…Even now, if he crosses the line by a little, I feel like I'll come. I'm holding it down however I can. O-of course it feels good when he touches. But showing him me twitching and coming from nothing but my ears being touched—even if we are sex partners, that's a little….
Ugh….
If I allow Seo Woojin this much skinship, I can feel really, really good. But if I do, embarrassing situations are definitely going to happen hundreds of times more. I clutch my head and waffle between the two for a moment.
"…Seo Woojin."
"Yeah."
"If, if you want… um…."
"……."
"…When it's just the two of us, I… you can pet me."
"…Yeah? Ears? Hair, too?"
"……."
I look away. With the condition of just the two of us attached, I give a reluctant nod, and the words are already out.
…Absolutely not because that stubby little word—cute—put me in a good mood and I allowed it. My tail keeps swishing every time he pets me, even when I try to hold it still. Absolutely not.
People call it noblesse oblige, don't they? The sort of behavior you need if you want to manage the public image of someone who has things. This is similar. Seo Woojin just likes my ears that much, so I did him a favor. That's all.
…And climaxing in front of a sex partner isn't particularly shameful, is it? If anything, it's natural.
"You'll keep the ears out while I pet you, right?"
"…Why? You want me to hide them again?"
"No. When I touched them earlier they were fluffy, and soft on top of that, and I wanted to keep touching. They look really cute, too."
"……."
Cute.
Aside from the toddling little-kid days when I used to crawl around, it's a word I've almost never heard. But every time I hear it, my cheeks heat for no reason and the corners of my mouth tremble. …A word that makes my heart pound.
I soften my eyes as much as I can, for no good reason, and crawl quietly in between the thighs of Seo Woojin where he sits on the sofa.
"…Go on. Touch however you want. …If I say stop, you stop."
With that cock, plastered in clear fluid, set right in front of my eyes. I look down at it, blank. Not as a Mutant Transcendent. …Like a cute pet. As if a collar with Han Sua written on it had been fastened around my neck. Gently petted by a man, I start tickling the tip of his cock with my tongue.
Lick. Lick.