I'm Curious
Somehow.
Of all the Korean I have used across twenty years, is there a single word better suited to what I am going through right now than this?
"......Nngh.... Slurp, hahh.... Haaah......"
Somehow, I ended up finding my way all the way to Yojora's place. Somehow, I ended up face-to-face with a thoroughly drunk Yojora. Somehow, I ended up properly confirming the secret between Seo Woojin and Yojora—and somehow, I ended up becoming Seo Woojin's sex partner.
And.
"...Stop crushing my thighs and pounding me......"
"......"
"Mmph.... I-I thought if we kissed, that was all.... ...slurp.... mmph......"
Somehow, lying right there beside him, I ended up watching sex soaked through with the smell of sweat—nothing the porn I had been looking up these past few days could even compare to.
Is there any word that fits more tightly than somehow?
All I had meant to do was ask Yojora, Does it feel good for you too, when someone touches your tail? That rolled, and rolled, in a direction I never saw coming, and in the end it led to me learning the taste of semen. The smell... of semen.
If I am not going to use somehow for this, then when on earth am I ever supposed to use it?
"...Mmph.... ...... ...Nngh......"
Between lips pressed lightly together, Yojora's crimson tongue peeked out bit by bit, and clear saliva kept leaking along it, running down. I watched the wet trail it left and, for no good reason, tickled at my own lips for a moment. When I lowered my gaze just a little, I could see it with awful clarity—the thick cock, glazed sticky with her slick, ruthlessly wrecking Yojora from the inside.
...And, caught in a corner of that same gaze, my own stomach.
Beneath my breasts. My lower belly, coated in semen just now because of Seo Woojin's mistake. I kept seeing it. The first hot warmth had vanished in an instant, and all that remained of the white fluid was the stickiness. But that particular smell—hard to pin down as exactly this or exactly that, though if I called it the smell of a male it would be roughly right—that smell, at least, was still jabbing at my nose. I was blankly fidgeting at it with a fingertip when—
"...... ...Phaah...! Hah.... hah...."
"......"
Startled by the panting coming from beside me, I hurriedly wiped my fingertip on the sheet.
...Ah. Um. Ah.
R-right. I had been swallowing something that sticky, this whole time, hadn't I....
......
Aha. No wonder.... Every time I worked so hard to gulp it down, sip by sip, it kept catching in my throat and wouldn't go.... Well, of course. If it is this sticky, that is exactly what it would do. Yeah.
"......"
So that must be why it was nagging at me this much. ...Absolutely. Absolutely not. It was not that smell nagging at me. It was just, um.... th-the stickiness, bothering me, so I was only looking, only touching....
....
...Sniff....
We had sex until Seo Woojin's cock went soft. We mated in heavy, wet slaps, exactly the way desire demanded. I took his semen in my mouth, and he pounded into Yojora like an animal, and in the end he dumped a thick mess of sticky fluid all over my tongue where I had stuck it out, blehhh—and before I knew it, it was early evening.
Yojora had pulled a slightly strange shirt out of the closet for me. That is to say, a free-size T-shirt with the peculiar words Super Huge slapped across the chest. Wearing it, I sat on the living-room sofa and stared blankly straight ahead.
"......"
Only now, after I had already gone and hidden my tail and my ears, did the thought arrive late: earlier, I must have been a little out of my mind. No. I had definitely been out of my mind. Nothing else explained it. There was no way I would have done that in my right mind, was there? It wasn't as if I had actually gotten drunk on the few drops of soju that splashed into my orange juice while I was toasting with Seo Woojin....
Haaah.... I had lost it. I had completely lost it.
What on earth had I been thinking back then, following the two of them into the bedroom? Because that fishy, disgusting fluid actually tasted good? No, no. No matter how I turned it over, it was absolutely not some ridiculous reason like that. Then was it because I was afraid Yojora would take so much inside her that she might get pregnant? That didn't seem right either. If anything, Yojora would want to get pregnant with Seo Woojin's... ...her Master's seed. If you thought about it, I was basically the one who had gotten in the way. So it wasn't that, either. Wanting to watch the two of them have sex—that sort of reason wasn't even worth considering. Being lonely if I were left alone in the living room was the same.
Then why? Why had I trotted after the two of them? And why, watching them have sex, had I soaked my panties through? ...And the smell of semen. Why had I kept sniffing it?
"......"
The thought of wanting to have sex with Seo Woojin—I could swear to heaven I hadn't had even a speck of it. ...Had I just been in the same headspace as when I watch porn? Why on earth....
"Get me some water.... Waaater...."
"...Sua. Do you need water too?"
"I-I'll get it myself."
"No. Stay sitting. I'll bring it."
Beside the washing machine, which had started up its whum, whum all over again, Yojora lay with her long hair scattered carelessly across the sofa, feebly flopping her arms. Sweet shampoo smell burst off her in soft clouds. I sat a good distance away and did my best to act unbothered, a poker face pulled on as tightly as I could manage.
Starting tomorrow, the moment I saw Yojora's face, or Woojin's, today was going to come rushing back whether I wanted it to or not. And how was I supposed to handle that.... ...My head actually hurt....
I was still locked in a staring contest with the wallpaper of Yojora's living room, my head a tangled mess, when—
"What are you thinking about, Sua-chan?"
"...Ah."
Yojora, who until a moment ago had been lying far off and squirming, had at some point come right up close, laid her head on my thigh, and started grinning, loose and dopey. A face this good at smiling had, during the sex earlier, gone completely.... ...Mm-mm.
"Nothing in particular. I mean.... I'm not thinking about anything."
"Liaaar.... You were remembering me and Woojin mating, pounding away."
"......"
"Hehehe. Look, your cheeks went red right away. I was just taking a wild guess. Cute, so cuuute...."
I could have just denied it. Why couldn't this idiot manage that much, blushing and sliding her eyes away instead? Do that, and even the chance to argue back disappears. Haaah.... Apparently I wasn't just bad at studying. I was hopeless at acting, too. Or maybe I was just stupid.
"...It just happened. It might cross my mind a little, you know."
"Right, right. Did I tell you not to think about it? I asked if you were thinking about iiit."
"......"
"Hehe."
The Yojora from the bedroom a little while ago was gone, and the usual Yojora I knew had come back before I noticed. When I looked down at her steadily, she returned my gaze with a snickering little smile. Was it because she was so infuriating? Or was it the embarrassment, piled up neat and tidy until it burst? I wanted to flick her on the forehead. Hard. There's a saying that you can't spit on a smiling face, but if it was Yojora, grinning away and having the time of her life teasing me like this, I really thought I could land at least one good—
"So, how was it? A little disappointing, isn't it?"
"...What is."
"What do you mean, what. Obviously what we were just talking about. ...Sex partner."
"......"
Grumble, grumble. Past the voice I had spat out so curtly, a whisper. A tiny voice, so Seo Woojin in the kitchen wouldn't hear. ...And a voice carrying a very explicit word, at that. It slipped out between a playful smile and reached my ear.
"For a sex partner, only sucking cock—isn't that a little disappointing? ...Sex. It feels really, really good."
"...I dunno."
"Back in the bedroom, you could have had a threesome with me and Woojin, you know? You're not disappointed?"
"...I-I don't know...."
What was there to be disappointed about. I hadn't given him a blowjob because I wanted it to feel good in the first place. I had done it because you, Yojora, called it an easy way to make friends. Of course, the very idea of licking someone else's d...dick was so unbearably embarrassing that I didn't have even a speck of intention to try it on any other man—but just in case. Because there was a one-in-a-billion chance something like that could happen. Because me doing the licking was at least a tiny bit less embarrassing than having my breasts groped. Because there was a good partner like Woojin around, and pr-practicing ahead couldn't hurt. I could probably meet up with Woojin separately sometimes for, um.... practice. It wasn't as if a dick wore out just because you sucked it a little, anyway.... ...Sex, um.... Someday I would do it with someone whose dick was smaller than Woojin's.
"Whyyy? You saw the whole thing from right beside us. Face shoved into the sofa, getting mated for real until the gasping started, and wrists caught in Seo Woojin's grip, pounded so hard she came and came."
"I-I saw. I saw all of it.... ...I just don't feel like it.... It's too big, and it's scary, too...."
"Hmm...."
Real mating—what kind of vulgar pairing of words was that.... Yojora breathed out that hmm after using an expression that belonged in an adult manga, and at the tail of the breath I could still catch a faint smell of alcohol. The thought that of course it was the alcohol lasted only a moment.
"...Hey...! Wait, what are you—"
"...Now then, when Woojin's all worked up, he's roughly this big.... One handspan of mine falls a little short, so...."
Yojora, turned slightly onto her side, stretched a handspan out to its full length, laid a second hand over it as if stacking the two, and began creeping her thumb downward from my navel. Little by little. Right up to the verge of the spot I touch so much when I masturbate. Squirm, squirm. Slowly.
"D-don't.... It tickles...."
"...I'm short, so it gets shoved in right up under my navel, but Sua-chan would reach exactly the spot that feels gooood...."
"The spot that feels good...?"
"...Here. You roughly know what's here too, don't you, Sua-chan?"
Poke. Poke. A little below my navel. ...Slightly raised. Not so much soft flesh as, um.... something anatomy made unavoidable. Yojora's slender pinky poked there, and her plump thumb pressed down just above my clitoris, in a dangerously precarious spot. Then she took the handspan she had stretched to its limit and shortened it—not a little. Quite a lot. Skrrk, skritch, scratching down the T-shirt, the pinky slid lower.
"That earlier one was Woojin's size, and this is the average guy? Anyway, in videos of ordinary people, they're all about this big."
"......"
About fourteen centimeters. Or maybe fifteen. I didn't have a ruler, so it wasn't exact, but roughly compared, a little longer than the phone I use. The pinky marking that length pressed down, unlike before, on a spot far from my navel. ...Eh, this is all of it? As if saying so. Blatantly comparing it to Seo Woojin, who could stamp all the way to just below the navel. O-of course I wasn't thinking anything like that. Yojora was the one who said it.... Yojora was.... I really don't mind even if it's a little small. If anything, I might prefer the smaller side.... ...Right?
"What are you two doing."
"Mmm, Sua-chan gave me a thigh pillow, so there. Jealous?"
"...Hah. Here. Water."
"...Th-thank you...."
So. Not a single thing Yojora said bothered me. Really. ...I swear to heaven.
That—
Wait.
The translator... the translatr is....
Ah. Seriously. I'm in a hurry....