I'm Curious (4)
After I searched, with my own two hands, for that keyword I had sworn to heaven I had no interest in.
I was down on all fours like a dog, and the violent sounds spilling from my phone—volume turned all the way down to one—served as the side dish to the meal.
"……. …. ………."
Face buried in the pillow, I panted like that for hours at a stretch.
"……. ……Pfft…. Nngh…."
I touched myself until my pounding heart seemed to beat right against my eardrum.
"Hah…. Haa…."
A shiver ran through me. I flipped one side of the blanket aside, and beneath my tail, standing stiff and straight, my hips trembled and shook—and the moment I thought I'd calmed a little, I started squirming again, sneaking glances at the porn.
"……! …. Nnh……."
On the bed in the video, a woman lay meekly face-down while a cock—shaped a lot like the one I'd seen at Yojora's place, or maybe a little uglier than that—drove into her without mercy. Thwack. Smack. Watching it, I started rubbing my clit all over again.
"…This is… insane……."
Face shoved into the pillow, I came, one climax running straight into the next.
"Heup, hek…. Hek…."
Gasping for breath, I stole glances at the phone screen, which was already leaking moans lewder than mine, and I came.
I smothered those unbearably loud breaths in the pillow, forcing them quiet, and I came.
And like that, face buried the whole time, I borrowed just a little imagination. I pressed myself flat, only my hips lifted, and I thought of someone—of someone's… cock. Of that sex, the kind that pounded until a lower belly faintly bulged with every thrust. Of the slick fluids smeared all over the shaft, so much of them it made me wonder just how good it must have felt. And I came.
Until I was so spent I couldn't move. Until the thighs I'd somehow kept raised sank far enough to touch my calves. I came, and came, and came.
"……. …."
After a whole night of that, I swept the blanket off my body with my tail and staggered to the shower with the three layers of soaked towels I'd been lying on. It was six-thirty in the morning.
"…I'm in trouble……."
Naturally, I hadn't slept a wink.
Yojora, when I ran into her on the way to school, wasn't much different from usual. Cute. Bright.
She was the one to speak to me first, same as always, and the way she stumbled a little over difficult Korean was close enough to the Yojora I knew.
"Ugh…. I think my lower back still hurts a little…."
"…Your back? Why? Did you sleep wrong?"
"It's not that. We had sex for so long yesterday…. The aftereffects…."
"……."
"I should've asked Woojin to treat me before I went over to him…."
I kept thinking she was the same as always, at least until we finished crossing the crosswalk. Between the two of us, a conversation that had been about ninety percent manga now had a new subject. Dirty talk, of all things.
When we'd met in front of the crosswalk, Yojora had blushed and fretted that she'd shown me something weird while drunk the night before. She kept her cheeks faintly pink for about thirty seconds, and then she vanished off somewhere in a flash.
What was left behind was the Yojora who had thrown the mask away—or maybe, looking back, she'd never been wearing one to begin with. Either way, the Yojora who really, truly loved lewd things.
…And then—
"Hey. Sua-chan."
"…Yeah?"
"You know, yesterday. When I was asleep for a bit."
"……."
"How many blowjobs did you give him?"
"…I-I don't know. I didn't count."
"Once? Three times? Ten?"
"H-how could it be ten…. I'm not an animal…."
"Then what? Nine?"
"…Once."
"Eh. Liar…. I was sure you'd wrung him out four or five times."
"……."
"And you don't even have to count to know it was at least once, right? Pfft…."
Yojora, dying to know just how much had happened between Seo Woojin and me in the living room last night.
Ugh…. Why was she that curious?
Honestly, I didn't think anything that impressive had happened. I'd just been wiping up some juice… then licked a little. Sucked a little. Took his cum in my mouth once, and that was the end of it. So the blowjob I'd given him behind Yojora's back was exactly once.
…I was too embarrassed to admit the part where I'd sniffed and sniffed at it, but take that out and that really was all.
"Oh, and are you gonna use what you learned yesterday right away today?"
"…Use it…. Use what…?"
"The thing you're picturing in your head right now. A boyfriend…. You learned it so you could date a guy, right? A male-person friend."
"…I'd die of shame. How am I supposed to actually use something like that? I only learned it just in case…."
"…Hmm."
Mixed into the crowd, the two of us walked the rest of the way to school, whispering.
How was your first blowjob. How far down could you take it. Are you seriously not interested in sex. I can talk Woojin into it, so if you are interested, just say the word. …A cock like that isn't something you run into every day. And so on, and so on.
I think that's the sort of thing we talked about. Honestly, I don't remember it well. I was walking along in a daze, practically asleep on my feet, and that blank, glazed look stayed with me all the way to the classroom. I flinched at a hello, hello—the first greeting of its kind I'd heard in twenty years of life—and only realized, much later, that the voices weren't aimed at me at all, but at Yojora, smiling sweetly at my side.
Haaah….
At this rate I wasn't going to follow a single class. Maybe I ought to just put my head down on the desk and sleep, even now.
…But if I slept face-down on the desk, then… my breasts, wrapped up in the uniform blouse, would sag toward the desktop, and that would probably look pretty bad to anyone watching….
"Sua-chan. Sua-chan."
"Mmm…. What…."
"That sleepy? You look completely wiped out, and it's still morning."
"…I didn't get much sleep last night…."
"…Aha. So that's why."
I was pressing my palms into my eyes, fretting, when Yojora slid those crimson eyes off to the side as if she were thinking something over. A moment later she seemed to catch on, and she turned a playful grin toward the side of my face.
…I didn't know why, but it felt a little ominous. Was she about to jump out and scare me with a boo—
No. Wait. This was the hiccup cure.
"How about lying down for a bit and sleeping? Ah, that won't work. The boys' eyes are already getting shifty."
"…Ah, yeah…."
I was slowly opening my mouth to answer when Yojora finished asking and answering herself. I'd been thinking the same thing anyway, so I nodded along and let out a small yawn.
"Or, I don't know, a drink loaded with caffeine…. Mm. I don't think that'd help much either."
"……."
Same thing again. I glanced at Yojora talking to herself and hugged the plump bag I'd been carrying tight against my chest. I kind of just wanted to fall asleep right here, just like this….
"Ah. Right. The infirmary would work."
"Huh…?"
…Huh?
"There's a bed in the infirmary, right?"
"…There is…?"
"So why not go sleep for even thirty minutes? Faking sick isn't some awful crime."
"But that's…."
"Woojin isn't the uptight type, is he? If you tell him you're just extra tired today, I bet he'd look the other way once."
"……."
"I'll make something up for the teacher. Say you felt a cold coming on and stepped out to the infirmary for a bit."
"……."
Yojora's pronunciation was really good today. That impression lasted about a second.
Wiping away the tears that had leaked out with the yawn, I nodded obediently.
…I swear to heaven, I didn't have a single dirty thought.
The Academy Infirmary, early in the morning, was utterly quiet.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I'd knocked three times and gotten no answer at all, so the silence was only natural.
"…Did he step out to the bathroom?"
Murmuring it under my breath, I perched lightly on the bed set right beside the infirmary door. The door hadn't been locked, so he'd come to school—no, come in to work, at least. I felt bad poking the call bell or whatever it was over something like this, so instead I pressed my hands hard into the mattress, trying to smother the urge to sleep.
…If I'd actually come because something hurt, that would be one thing. I was only faking. And the lack of sleep was from masturbating all night.
"……."
If he was a Healing Type, could he fix something as simple as being tired, too?
The question popped up out of nowhere, and I turned it over for a moment. Swallowing the yawn that wanted out, I let my head rest against the bedpost meant for hanging the curtain and breathed out a sigh. Part of me wanted to say screw it and just leave for dreamland, but I was twenty years old. I couldn't act like a baby.
I couldn't come off as some unsocialized, badly raised conglomerate daughter. All the more in front of someone I already thought of as close. Put the effort into bringing in new customers, but don't let the existing ones down….
…Blah, blah.
Anyway, that was what I remembered being taught. So an image a little more easygoing than people expected, a little kinder than they expected—something like that. A likable image, more or less….
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…Why was this scene in front of my eyes again?
"…Hoo…."
"Mmmp…. Slrrp…."
Kneeling in front of the sofa in Yojora's living room, I had Seo Woojin's cock—standing stiff and straight before my eyes—in a mouth I'd wet with spit, and I was sucking it for all I was worth.
Why. Why was this scene in front of my eyes again?
"…Nngh……. Mm……."
I took the cock, thick veins bulging along it, into my mouth, and just as Woojin had taught me I tightened my throat and sucked, diligent and wet. At that, Woojin let a faint smile slip and started stroking my cheek with one hand, gentle.
…And what was this supposed to be? Because I'd done well, he was petting me. Was that about how I was meant to take it?
Sorry to disappoint. I'm not the kind of woman who gets happy just because someone pets her a little, like some dog—
….
…Ah. Right. You said you liked being licked like this….
"Mmph, bleh……."
I'd been sucking blindly, trying to take the cock as deep as I could, but that only lasted a moment. I let most of it slip back out of my mouth, caught just the head between my lips, and set to licking the frenulum clean with my tongue.
…Hurry up and cum. So I can take it in my mouth, spit it into my hand, and sniff the smell. Hurry up and cum.
Squelch. Squelch. I tormented the cock until I could feel the pulse twitching inside the hand I'd curled into a ring around the shaft.
"…Nn……. Nn……."
Eyes squeezed shut, tongue pressed to the floor of my mouth, and every time hot cum poured into me in thick spurts—as if telling me to try harder, as if asking him to cum more, as if asking him to dirty me even further—I stroked that hard shaft for all I was worth.
And Woojin, faced with me serving him this desperately…
"Ahb……."
…seemed to be treating me like some obedient little pet. My cheek, flushed hot and red, he stroked even more carefully than before, as if he'd gone and become my master.
…Ha. I haven't called you Master even once, you know. Save this for Yojora, your actual pet. You stupid idi—
"…Nnghp, mm— w-wait, hold on…. Wh…."
"Get up. Don't get any ideas about sleeping here."
"H-huh? Sleeping…. Huh…."
"…What kind of dream were you having, moaning like that?"
Unlike a moment ago, when I'd been giving him that blowjob, Seo Woojin was wearing his health teacher's coat. Seo Woojin, looking at me like I was a little pathetic. I stared at his face in a daze—there really wasn't another word for it.
"…Ah, um, that…."
"…."
"…A dream… of giving you… a blowjob…."
"…."
My head had gone so stupid I couldn't even properly recall what the word dream meant, and that was what I mumbled with it. Even that stupid head, though, could still make out a few things.
"…Eh……."
Click. That sound had been the infirmary door locking.
And after a faint metallic clink, what was pushed in front of my eyes was… Seo Woojin's real cock.
"Did you come because of this? To the infirmary?"
It had swollen up full and heavy, the same way it did when he drove it down into Yojora's womb. If I licked it hard enough, I could take his cum again.
"……Yeah."
…And the tail that had sprouted under my skirt at some point was flipping the hem of my uniform up, swish, swish, like a pet set down in front of its master.
Even I, however stupid I'd gotten, could tell at least that much….
…Mmph. Hey, don't pull my head….
…Nnngh, slrrp….
Don't touch my ears either….
Slrrp….
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