I'm Curious (2)
How did I, burrowed deep under the blankets, end up searching for something this strange?
The reason was painfully small. Nothing, really.
So, first of all—
I came home without ever managing to ask Yojora about masturbating with her tail.
And the sex I'd watched beside them, of all things, hadn't even brought out the tail or the horns. It was just extremely ordinary sex, the kind anyone could have.
To put it in slightly smarter words, an intellectual regret lingered, and I did briefly wonder whether I ought to ask later, casually, over something like KakaoTalk.
…Mm.
I gave up almost at once.
A proper answer was out of the question. All I could picture was Yojora's face, grinning wide and pelting me with dirty jokes, and with that hovering in front of my eyes, how was I supposed to ask?
So I shook my head, tossed my phone down beside the bed, clutched my growling stomach through dinner, then rolled around reading a comic I still hadn't finished. And just in case—really, just in case—my aunt caught even the smallest whiff of suspicion, I went in to shower at the hour I always did.
That was the end of the day.
Tomorrow was a weekday.
I'd meant to turn in at a reasonable hour and enjoy some high-quality sleep.
"……."
One in the morning.
Sleep wouldn't come.
More precisely, my eyelids were heavy, but my head refused to switch off. That was the better way to put it.
I already had a rough idea why.
The obvious reason: all the miscellaneous bits of knowledge I'd picked up today at Yojora's.
The even more obvious reason: for the past few days I'd been masturbating and then conking out at dawn, so of course my schedule had shifted.
Dragging bedtime earlier is extremely difficult. Pushing it later is extremely easy. Nothing to be done about it.
"……Phew…."
Which was why this, too, was an unavoidable result—me worming my face out from under the blanket, mood light on, fiddling with my phone.
…Really.
Fortunately, these days are a highly advanced era of time-trash cans, built for people with time to burn.
Instagram Reels.
TikTok.
YouTube Shorts.
Games and that sort of thing exist too, but they're a long way from my hobbies, so pass.
Someone with a wide, deep circle of friends could be giggling away right now with whoever else was still awake, but my circumstances rule that out as well. Pass.
Even among those, though, if I had to pick a way to throw time in the trash and tire my body out enough to drop straight into sleep…
…Well. There's m… masturbation, isn't there.
"……."
I don't have a choice.
Tomorrow the weekend is over. I have to go to school, so I can't fall asleep too late.
The masturbation I'm about to do is only a kind of treatment, something to force myself to sleep.
I'm not doing it because I want to.
Chin propped on the pillow, lying on my stomach, I swished the ears and tail I'd taken out ages ago and tapped at the screen.
"Mu… tant… type……."
The first thing I pecked into the search bar was none other than Mutant Transcendent sex.
A long list of videos I'd searched up and watched before scrolled out in front of me.
I'd already seen that one all the way through.
That one too.
Same for that one.
Page two… did I need to go to page three?
Ah. Page four.
Let's see. The video I'd been saving…
…Ah. Found it.
Tomorrow—no, no. The thumbnail I'd set aside for the next time I had cause to masturbate.
Even a glance had been insanely lewd. If I used this and went at it as hard as yesterday, I'd be fine.
Good, good.
So now…
"……."
…What?
Was this video really this unarousing?
"Nngh…?"
I tipped my head and looked again. Nothing changed.
It was definitely the video I'd decided was too, too lewd to watch until next time, and yet I wasn't getting turned on.
Right in front of me—right in front of the person holding the camera—a man yanked the innocent tail of a woman on all fours and pounded into her, and I still wasn't turned on.
It wasn't as if I were some critic, picking porn with a fine-tooth comb. I only needed to be aroused enough to masturbate.
So why?
"……."
…Maybe because of what happened this afternoon.
Not an ordinary woman like the one in the thumbnail—a Mutant woman with fairly large breasts, pale skin, a sly smiling gaze that suited her far too well, and on top of all that a loose pair of pajamas worn in the cutest way—getting pounded, hard, by a man who wasn't ordinary like the one in the thumbnail either. A man with a good body and an enormous dick. A han… handsome… reasonably handsome man.
I'd already watched something so much more stimulating that my standard for lewd had climbed to a far, far higher place.
Was that it?
"Nnghh……."
Did that mean, from now on, I'd have to go find Yojora and Seo Woojin every time I wanted to masturbate?
I left that idiotic conclusion buried in a deep corner of my head.
What I thought of next was an idea: what if I looked for a video packed with my own tastes?
I mean, even with comics, nothing goes down as easily as romance manga, right?
If I approached porn in roughly that same spirit…
And if we were talking about my tastes…
There were a few things I already knew.
"……."
So, swishing my tail under the blanket, what I searched for was…
…S-sex while smelling semen.
"……Eh…."
What came up was barely a two-digit number of videos.
And every one of them screamed amateur, awful picture quality and all.
The women and men in them were just ordinary people, the kind you see walking down the street.
No woman casually leaking lewd pheromones the way Yojora did.
And no man like Seo Woojin…
…Well. Mm.
Anyway, no man like that either.
Was this actually a really unusual taste?
No way. It couldn't be.
The smell of semen was sweeter than I'd expected, and pretty nice…
The taste, well… fishy and bitter, but not something I couldn't swallow at all.
I was the only one who felt that way? Seriously? …Hmm.
For now I pressed back and left the page.
If even one thumbnail had been arousing, maybe, but they were all so bad my desire never so much as stirred.
I'd only wasted the trip.
"…One-ten. Mm…."
Now what.
Because I'd decided I was going to masturbate, the sleep I'd had was completely gone.
…At this point, I didn't think I'd be satisfied until I masturbated for real, all the way until I passed out.
Forget taste. If I could just somehow find even one video that turned me on…
"Ah."
Right.
Not that I was worshipping foreign culture, but there was a chance the problem was searching in Korean.
Searching in Korean on a site that was in English to begin with—wasn't that just bad manners?
The number of videos pouring out would be different in the first place, so of course searching in English instead of Korean ought to turn up piles of things that got me going.
I squirmed around, opened a translator, and—unsure whether it was even accurate—shoved whatever it spat out straight into the search bar, exactly as written.
And then.
"……Heheh…."
At last, over the panties stretched across my thighs, my fingers started pressing, press, press.
A pretty woman.
A handsome man.
With that, the minimum conditions were satisfied.
"……."
But after about two minutes of masturbating like that, the lion ears that had been pricked up drooped flat.
"…You've got to be kidding…."
To start with the conclusion: this didn't particularly turn me on either.
The quality of the video was much higher than a moment ago, but something… something was missing.
The woman and the man kissed, had sex as if they were being gentle with something precious, brushed their lips together in another light kiss, had sex slowly.
Spurt, spurt, he came.
And then…
The end…?
…Why?
This wasn't what I wanted to see.
"Something a little rougher…."
Seo Woojin and Yojora were lovers too, but they hadn't had sex like that, treasuring each other.
If anything, once it felt good, that was the end of it—hadn't they had the kind of sex that looked like it was breaking Yojora?
Really, like… m-mating.
That had been so much hotter.
Yojora had looked like she felt incredible, too…
Aah, seriously…
How was I supposed to search for real sex, not this playing-house sex on the screen…
…!
Right. That was it.
"Better yet…."
I just had to put a word in the search bar that couldn't help but be rough.
For example, rape…
Uhh…
…Trans, translate…
Ah.
Something like rape.
Mm-hm.
My head was working unusually well today.
It was a little embarrassing that it only got like this when I was putting in effort for a satisfying session, but—
Well, anyway.
I shook my head, tossed the rest of that thought away, and kept searching.
But I couldn't find a video of an actual rape, or even a video with that concept.
I might be a little stupid, but I wasn't someone with no sense at all (probably), so I could grasp the reason, if only vaguely.
…It was a crime, so that was probably why.
Or not. Whatever.
"…Hmph."
The first attempt had sunk in spectacular fashion, but I had no intention of giving up here.
Those weren't the only words that couldn't help but be rough, were they?
…There was also the method of searching positions and that sort of thing.
"Come to think of it, that one I saw before…."
The video of him yanking the tail tight and pounding away had something like doggy tacked on in English…
Dog meant puppy, so that was probably roughly the meaning.
I quickly copied the title, stuck it onto the search, and waited, heart thumping, for the results.
"……Nnh…."
…And then every thumbnail filled up with women on all fours.
Among them was a Mutant Transcendent already having her tail pulled drum-tight, and a woman with the faint, stinging-looking print of a hand lingering on one buttock.
Th-this, finally, felt a little lewd…
Not the affectionate sex from before.
Sex that actually existed to feel good.
Ears pricked, I listened for any sound outside the bedroom, set the phone by the pillow, and slipped both hands down between my legs.
…The one I picked first was the video I'd just seen, the one with the handprint on her ass.
Because…
……,
Well, just because.
Yeah.
"……. …."
The moment it started, I skipped about the first five minutes.
…And then—
Smack.
Slap.
A sound whose meaning was a little obvious, though I still didn't really understand why they were doing it, leaked carefully out of the speaker at volume one.
It showed up in comics often enough, so it was probably an ordinary act, but… mm…
In the middle of that, the phone by the pillow slipped and bonked down into a corner of the bed.
…Maybe this was better.
Even if the sound leaked, I could masturbate with the pillow bitten between my teeth.
"…Hik……. Nnghk…."
Tickling and stroking around my clit, already hard and waiting, I took in the mating on the screen.
A narrow waist.
Beneath it, an ass that looked soft—an ass only now beginning, little by little, to flush red with handprints—slammed, in time with the hot, hot breath of the man holding the camera in his excitement, against a firm lower belly.
Thud, thud, thud.
Pressed in hard.
Really, with the momentum to drive it all the way to her womb.
With the momentum to creampie her just like that, thud, thud.
And then, while the woman's ass trembled and she waved her white flag for all she was worth—I'm cumming right now—the man pulled his dick out hard, as if telling her to rest a moment, and…
"……?"
…Eh.
That's all it is…?
Why is the thickness only…
The shot of him tapping that handprinted ass with his dick was nice, but why was the length only that much…?
…The dick I'd seen on Seo Woojin a few hours ago was so much…
Did putting on a condom make a dick a little smaller?
"…Ah, ah. Mm."
No.
What on earth was I thinking.
Rather than a dick that would only hurt—rather than a dick that cast a little shadow across Yojora's belly every time he drove it in to the root—a size just like that would obviously feel much better.
…Look.
Even the woman in the video, right now, in the middle of sex with a dick that small, was gushing slick and catching her breath.
If the man were Seo Woojin…
…….
I-I don't want to imagine it…
"Haa…. Hiek…."
Before I knew it, the area around my clit had gone suddenly, deeply wet. I rubbed and rubbed, and carefully moved my fingers.
Imagining I was that woman on the screen, I lifted the ass I'd had pressed to the bed a little higher, and thought of a dick pounding into my guts—
…The male average Yojora had mentioned.
Imagining it driven in as far as the place Yojora had pressed down on, far from my navel, I masturbated—
"……. …. ……."
Without meaning to.
I swear to heaven, without meaning to.
Not on purpose. Without meaning to.
Not something that only came in that shallow—
…Even while I was screaming in my head, stop, don't—
What would it feel like if it forced its way in deep.
Smack, slap.
Still taking the sound of an ass being struck from the phone into my ears.
…Right below the navel.
The place Yojora had poked with her finger, poke, poke.
Imagining it driven in that far.
It was only imagination.
Only that.
And at the same time I was gushing slick, spurt, spurt.
Masturbating.
"Nng, nnghk……."
I wasn't even looking at the phone screen anymore. I buried my head in the pillow, used my tail to awkwardly lift the blanket covering me, and sprayed hard onto the towel I'd spread underneath—fyut, fyut—and even though, unlike the woman in the video I'd watched earlier, my whole body was shaking, I kept going on my clit.
…Why did this feel good?
I threw the unanswered question out again and again while I pressed, press, press.
And then.
"…. ……♡"
Both hands fell from between my legs onto the soaked towel.
Some of it had probably splashed the blanket too, but how was I supposed to care about that now.
Hiek, hik—I was too busy spilling cheap moans into the pillow…
…What do I do.
More than the masturbation I did yesterday, doing it like this felt so much bet—
…Nnh.
I'm cumming again…
"……Phaah…."
…It wasn't that I particularly wanted it…
It was scary because it was too big, too…?
Sex—someday I wanted to do it with someone whose dick was smaller than Woojin's…?
I really, even if it was a little small, wouldn't mind at all…?
If anything, I might like the smaller kind…
…Nngh…
Aah, seriously…
I don't know anymore…