21. Beside Them (2)
I didn't even have to prick my ears.
I was only sitting there with my eyes covered out of shame, and still every word the two of them traded drove straight into my eardrums.
Ah. So they really did agree to be sex partners.
Ah. Is all of that Sua-chan's spit?
And right on the heels of that, the wet, slick sound of a cock being stroked.
They're sex partners. Why aren't they having sex?
If you're not going to, then just have sex with me.
I kept my mouth shut and listened to all of it, and only when let's have sex left someone's lips did I part my fingers and peek.
"…So after you pound me senseless, you can cum on Sua-chan's tongue…. Get a Cleaning Fellatio too…."
"…Crazy bitch."
"Tsk. Mean words…."
Even with me right beside them, Yojora didn't care. She braced both arms on the table and pushed her ass out. Her breasts hung beneath the sheer pajamas, spilling down with her hair, and she kept rising onto her toes, fidgeting higher and higher.
And right above that ass—still strung with thick ropes of saliva, because I had been sucking it so carefully for so long—was a cock so enormous that a single span of my hand didn't even come close.
Is it really okay to put that in…?
A taller woman, maybe. But someone Yojora's size looked like she'd break the moment it went in.
"Stay still. Quit moving."
"Okaaay."
"No. Lift your ass higher. Make the pelvis stand out."
"A second ago you said stay still… che…."
"…If you want this thing crammed into you, you've got to get the cock hard somehow, don't you?"
"……."
The room was so quiet that even Seo Woojin's lowered murmur reached me clearly. The moment he finished, Yojora—who had been squirming playfully the whole time—rose hard onto her toes and lifted her ass. The dopey smile she'd been wearing vanished behind the black hair that had spilled down over her face.
Then came a light, wet slapping. I followed the sound and found Woojin tapping Yojora's ass with his precum-slick cock. Every time he did, her waist jumped and trembled in my line of sight.
"You're wet enough. We can skip the foreplay."
"Pfft…. And what if it hurts because I'm too tight…?"
"We'll deal with that when it happens."
"…Scary. Seriously. I'm not even on your mind, am I…? I'm your girlfriend, not some convenient onahole, you know…?"
"Yeah?"
"…Yeah."
Onahole. What was that again? I was sure I'd glimpsed the word once while I was touching myself. Onahole… onahole…. I turned it over in my head for a moment.
"…H-hold onnn……. Ngh…."
From between Yojora's thighs, from between her lips, the obscene sounds I'd only ever heard in porn started up—slick, wet, filthy.
"Your finger…. All the way— no…."
"You asked for it. Foreplay."
"That's… not what I meaant…."
"…This wet, I could've just shoved it in."
"I never… said you couldn't…. Nnh…."
"…Weren't you the one worried it'd hurt if you were tight?"
"That's because I'm so small…. I'm even a little smaller than those high school girls nearby, filming TikToks in their uniforms…."
Sounds that only came from ruthlessly scraping a hole soaked through and through. Sounds I had never once made myself, too scared to put in even a single finger.
"If you force a cock like a forearm into someone like me…. No matter how wet I am, I'm obviously going to clamp down on it…."
"…Ah. That's what you meant."
"Hehehe…. Dummy, dummy…."
The finger that had drawn those sounds out slipped free, trailing strings of slick, and Woojin glanced at it as if it were nothing before wiping his hand clean on the smooth curve of Yojora's ass.
So that's what it feels like when you're dating. If Seo Woojin had wiped himself off on my body like that, I would have growled—ashamed at being treated like a tissue, and ashamed all over again that I'd gotten that wet over nothing at all. I would have snarled and yapped.
"…Brace on the table properly. Unless you want to get hurt."
"…Yeah."
"And relax. It won't go in at the entrance."
"…If you just shove it in hard, I feel like it'll go right— …ngh…."
"Relax."
"I am relaxing…."
"…Then what, keep forcing it in like this?"
"…Can't be helped…."
If I had gone all the way to sex, the way the couple in front of me was about to, I wouldn't even have managed a growl. I would have been too ashamed to say a word.
"……. …? ……♡?"
Just like that—Woojin seized her above the hips as if they were handles, and the moment he drove that vein-ridged monster of a cock almost all the way in, Yojora only flinched her ass and couldn't speak at all.
…Now that I looked, Yojora's lower belly seemed a little swollen.
Was I imagining it?
"…You're squeezing like crazy. Seriously."
"…Still better than someone loose, right…."
"Dunno. I haven't met a woman like that yet."
"…Fair. With a cock like yours, even a girl who's already been fucked raw by her boyfriend would…. Hnngh……."
…Ah.
Not my imagination.
Every time Seo Woojin gave a light, deep pump and buried himself in Yojora's cunt—every time he crushed her womb with those heavy, blunt thrusts—her lower belly swelled a little more.
Right….
….
…Huh?
What was—
"W-wait, why are you picking my body up?! This position is embarrass—"
"Tried the table. The height's awkward. Easier to put you on the sofa and fuck you there."
Still speared on his cock, Yojora flushed scarlet the instant he lifted her, utterly at a loss. Our eyes met for about a second. I caught myself, snapped my fingers shut, and blocked my view again—until something dropped onto the sofa with a dull thud, and I opened them once more.
"Nn…gh……. Nnh…?! Hii—?! Ahiiik……."
She was already being fucked.
Not like before. Kneeling on the sofa, face buried deep in the soft backrest, she was taking him violently—slap, slap, slap. The way I had been licking his cock a little while ago looked like a children's game beside this.
They were mating.
"……Nnngh?! Nng, hhaah…. Nn……."
"…Maybe because you're small. You cling like crazy…."
"Feels good…. A thick cock, pounding hard, then pulling out slow…. Feels so good…."
"Usually you…. …Never mind. Forget it."
The hands covering my eyes slid slowly downward. I overlapped them so I could wipe away the strange droplets that had splashed across the back of one, then lowered them just enough to clamp over my mouth—so I could take in, with my own eyes, people mating. Something I had barely seen even in porn.
"I-I'm sorry, I was wro— …! ………. ……♡…."
"……."
Strange breaths leaked out because her face was buried so deep. Meaningless apologies came before them and after. Before I could even grasp what she meant, the cock—soaked in fluids—was drawn almost all the way out of her body. Then, before those sticky strings could drip, he packed it back into her nearly to the root. Forced was exactly the right word. Thud. Thud. A heavy, deeper thud.
Something that huge, going in and out, over and over…….
…….
…Anyway.
Watching Yojora's waist shake, watching Seo Woojin that worked up, sex must feel incredibly good. For a woman. For a man.
"…If you keep pounding me like thaaat…. Nngh…. My womb's getting crushed…."
"…Then should I only put it in this far?"
"Nnnh…. Crush it, crush it all you want…. Break me all you want…."
"…When it's just the two of us, you don't bother with polite speech."
"Well, I'm a student, sooo…. Teacher…. …Please punish this troublemaker…."
"…Ha."
Was she that drunk? It was subtly different from the Yojora I usually saw—not bright so much as a vulgar pervert drowned in sex. I listened to that voice and pressed my thighs tightly together.
She had him saved in her phone as Master, and yet she didn't use polite speech with him day to day. Just how filthy are you, Yojora….
"…Quit the weird act and bend your waist properly."
"……."
"…I'll crush you until you break, just like you want. So bend."
"……."
At the first line she glanced back at Woojin like she was sulking. At the second she turned obedient at once and lowered her waist. Just how filthy are you, Yojora….
And Seo Woojin, seizing that pelvis and starting to drive his cock in hard enough to make sounds that shouldn't be heard—
And me, watching from the side while I held my breath—
"…Hah……. Nnp…. Hhnn……♡ Nnh……."
I shouldn't be like this.
Down there kept getting slick. Wetter and wetter.
"I'm broken, Teacher, I— I'm broken……."
"……."
"…Nnnp, nn……. Nnh?! Nnh? Nnnh……."
Woojin pressed down on the back of Yojora's chattering head so she couldn't speak. She tapped at his arm as if telling him to stop, and he ignored her completely. In the end she gave up and only panted. From behind her, his hips slammed hard enough to make obscene, fleshy sounds. Her posture slowly fell apart. Slick already dark enough to stain the sofa kept spilling, soaking the floor in a puddle.
Watching all of it, I touched myself between my thighs. Secretly. Rubbing, rubbing.
If I had sex with Seo Woojin—if I were the one in that place—
"Sua."
"…H-huh?"
"…Come over here, hah…. Just a little?"
Soaking someone else's borrowed panties, soaking someone else's borrowed pants, I crawled over to his side on my hands and knees. One percent of me thought, He didn't look it from over there, but this must be hard on him. Ninety-nine percent of me was there because of what Yojora had said a moment ago.
"…Mouth. Open."
"……."
"I said open your mouth."
"……Ah. Mm."
I swallowed, hesitating—
"…If you don't want to, I'll just cum inside Yojora…."
"N-no…! …Blehh…."
If he finished inside her, she might get pregnant. I made that excuse for myself and stuck my tongue out.
"…I'm going to pull your head a little, all right?"
"…Nnnp…."
Unlike when he was mating with Yojora, the voice in my ear was much gentler. I glanced sideways at her—panting like an animal, haah, haah, collapsed limp across the sofa without even wiping the slick running down between her thighs.
What filled my mouth wasn't my spit. It was the same as what had been smeared on the massager: his cock, coated in Yojora's fluids. In time with Seo Woojin pulling my head, I sucked.
"……Nnp…. Hhp…. ……."
The semen that poured straight toward my throat was still terribly fishy.
It tasted awful.
All it did was what had happened when Yojora touched my ears—my pants grew wet, and my tail swayed, soft and pleased. That was all. An incredibly tasteless liquid.
If I had to drink it again, next time I would think a little more about—
W-wait.
He had already cum several times. So why was he grabbing Yojora's wrist and heading for the bedroom….
…….
…T-take me with you….