I Want to Know (5)
Early spring.
The ground, in a season that might as well still have been winter, was cold. Of course it was.
…Every day I had trampled it under my shoes, and not once had I stopped to think how cold it really was.
"…Nnh, mmph…."
And yet here I was, kneeling on that floor and crawling forward on all fours like an animal, laying my arms across the thighs of the man seated at the edge of the bed. His hand clamped down hard beside the lion ears that had sprouted of their own accord, and I licked with everything I had at a cock gone rigid with blood.
I had been certain something like this would never happen to me.
"Nnghk…. …Hk……. Schlrp…."
Not even twenty-four hours had passed since I was first taught how to give a blowjob. Not even three hours since I had spent the night masturbating to the thought of Seo Woojin's cock. This was an hour when every other student was working hard to become a splendid hero, and I was kneeling on the quiet floor of the Academy Infirmary, cramming that monstrous cock down toward my throat again and again.
I had been an "adult" for barely a week, and none of that seemed to matter in the slightest.
Thud. Thud.
"……. Mmmngh…. Nnph…."
There wasn't even time to say I couldn't breathe. My knees hurt—same thing. Don't touch the inside of my ears. Can't I change position? That one was obvious too.
Over the school uniform, buttons fastened neat and proper, saliva ran down my chin and spilled across the vulgar breasts bound tight inside it, and over the necktie that curved and dangled. All I did was suck diligently, careful not to let my teeth graze the cock filling my mouth.
…Pfft. Funny.
It wasn't even as if Seo Woojin were forcing my head down.
"Mph…. Mmph…."
I could have stopped for a moment because I couldn't breathe. I could have said my knees hurt and that I was going to change position. I could have shrieked at him to quit touching my ears, or squirmed into a different posture, and that would have been fine.
Instead, on my own—slurp, schlurp—I knelt on the cold floor, trembling at the chilly sensation brushing my waist, and sucked his cock with everything I had. The sight of myself was a little bit funny.
"……Hah…."
"…. Nnh, schlp…."
My skirt had ridden up from the way my tail swayed while I sucked him, and for a moment I felt a strange chill. Then a small sigh slipped from Seo Woojin, whose fingers had been toying with my ears.
A few days ago, when I knew nothing about anything lewd, I wouldn't have understood. Now I had a rough idea what it meant. My mouth around Seo Woojin's cock, my tongue lapping beneath the head—my service felt really good. Good enough that if we stayed like this just a little longer, he would spurt and spurt and pour out a huge load of hot semen.
So I—
"…Pwah, haah, hah…. Haah…."
—pulled the cock straight out of my mouth.
Because, well… there was something I had learned last night, masturbating all night long. The longer it took to reach that spurting climax, the more semen there was….
…….
…Yeah.
"…Why'd you stop?"
"…My jaw hurts."
A string of saliva stretched down and vanished against my chest, but I didn't particularly care. I had already been drooling all over myself during the blowjob. A little more soaking in wouldn't change anything.
…It just had to dry. At a glance, ten minutes ought to do it. If it came to it, I could say I had spilled some water while drinking. Men would only think they had been handed a reasonable excuse to steal a look at my chest. They weren't going to wonder what the liquid actually was.
…Well, they might fantasize a little about how a stain like that had gotten there. I didn't want to complain about even that much. If I did, I would end up getting thoroughly—thoroughly scolded by Seo Woojin.
"Yeah? Yojora never really complained when we did it."
"…She must like it even when it hurts, I guess…."
"Hmm. Calling Yojora a masochist… her tastes are a little different from that, though."
"…M-masochist? What's that…?"
"…Someone who likes pain? Someone who wants to be hit?"
"…So it means a pervert."
"More or less?"
"……."
Someone who wants to be hit. A scene flickered through my mind for a second, and I shoved it aside. In the porn videos with mutant transcendents, they always spanked—lightly or hard—and sometimes bit the tail…. Up to that point it was probably a "normal" taste…? Or should I say "mainstream"…? Anyway, roughly that sort of… yeah….
"…Anyway, pick the blowjob back up once your jaw's okay."
"……."
"So what do we do now…."
"……."
Even after the blowjob ended, Seo Woojin kept playing with my ears for a while. Only then did he brace a hand behind himself and shrug.
…What stood before me, lion ears pricked, was a cock soaked through with my spit and twitching—long enough, without even lining them up, to match my face. Longer than my face.
"…Oh, right."
"……."
"Like Yojora did last time…. …Will you do it with your chest?"
…Even buried deep in Yojora's huge breasts yesterday, the tip had stuck out without a care, and she had planted kiss after kiss on it. That monstrous cock.
"…S-so I just squeeze it between them…?"
"Yeah. Move like that…. Or lick the tip with your tongue."
"…I'll try. I might be a little clumsy…."
"It's fine. Honestly, Yojora was just pretending to be good at it. She was terrible."
"…Hnn."
I stared up at that cock in a daze. Literally blank, for a moment. Then I swallowed the saliva pooled thick in my throat and carefully tugged at the necktie faintly stained with my spit. First I had to get the uniform off.
"…Sua."
"Y-yeah?"
"Don't take it all off…. Just undo the top buttons a little?"
"……."
"And just flip the tie back…. …Yeah. Like that."
"……."
I tossed the tie I had been about to remove back over my shoulder and, as he said, fumbled the top buttons open. I wasn't sure why he wanted it this way…. Maybe in case I suddenly had to get dressed in a hurry. Having drawn what felt like a reasonably convincing conclusion, I undid the next button.
…With a soft pop, so the gap in the uniform opened wider. One, then another, until the air trapped stuffily around my chest could all escape.
My breathing eased a little, and the buttons I had been hesitantly working down reached the underside of my breasts, then a little below that.
"……."
I pulled up the white tee I had worn under the uniform and caught it lightly between my lips. The uniform, and this T-shirt too—I had meant to take them all the way off. But Seo Woojin had told me not to. So I had no choice.
"……Mmph…."
I glanced up at his face once, then lowered my eyes, half-lidded, and moved my hands. A white bra, chosen so the color wouldn't show through. I hooked the front clasp and pulled.
And at last, into the warm air of the infirmary, heated by the radiator, I bared the breasts that drew men's eyes every single day—mortified enough to die, but all of them. I brought them right up in front of the cock that had gone unbelievably stiff, blood driven into it because I had sucked and licked it.
"……."
"……."
Now, um, wrap the cock in my breasts and….
…….
…Ah, seriously…. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. I had expected that, since I was showing him my body…. …Uwaaah…. I couldn't lift my face at all.
"……Mph, mmph."
"…Let go of the shirt and talk. I can't tell what you're saying."
"Puh…. Th-there…, don't get mad if I'm bad at it…."
"…Why would I get mad at you. Idiot."
"……."
"I won't get mad, so just take your time and do whatever you want."
He seemed to get mad at Yojora, though. Flicking her forehead and everything. Scolding her while he slammed his cock, thud thud, all the way to her cervix…. …Well, whatever. They were dating, so that was probably why.
For now, whatever I wanted. Whatever I wanted…. I turned his words over for a moment. Then I caught the white T-shirt in my mouth again, straightened my hunched back a little more, and—
"……."
The base of the cock, the part my mouth still couldn't take all the way. I carefully fitted that part between my breasts. …Well, which meant I ended up wrapping the whole shaft anyway.
I almost looked up at Seo Woojin, but instead I bit the shirt between my lips again with the cock nestled so deep I could hear my own heartbeat. If I didn't, something weird would get on the shirt. Slippery precum, or semen… or something. My spit was better than that. If a girl's clothes smelled thickly of male, then obviously….
…Ah. Wait. There was one thing I wanted to ask first.
"…Mmph…. Um, does it feel good…?"
"…Yeah."
"…Really?"
"Why would I lie about something like this. …And what guy doesn't like this in the first place."
"……."
Unlike when he dealt with Yojora, Seo Woojin was endlessly gentle with me. I gazed up at him, then slowly let my eyes drop.
Strange. When I had sucked him with my mouth earlier, there had been so much precum, and the base in my hand had twitched quite a bit. Now I couldn't see any sign of that, and he said it felt good?
…A lie. When Yojora did this for him, he had looked like he felt better than he did now. When he had sex with Yojora, too—and when, after she had sprayed her fluids everywhere, he came spurt, spurt into my mouth—it had been full of roughness more than gentleness.
"……."
…He could handle my body the way he handled Yojora's, as roughly as he wanted.
Which was why I—
"…Y-you can be honest."
"…Honest? About what?"
"Like, my chest doesn't feel as good as Yojora's…."
A little deflated, I showed him that shameful inferiority.
"Or, I don't know…, if there's something you want to try with my chest…?"
Born of that inferiority—
"…Um, well…. You don't have to be as careful with me as you are with Yojora…."
Only about half honest, I showed him that pathetic heart of mine.
"Since we're sex friends…."
"……."
"…It'd be better if you felt good too, not just me."
And I laid a suitable excuse over it.
"…Do you like this?"
"…Hah……."
Pressing my breasts together from both sides with my elbows, I peeled the T-shirt off the head a little and licked the tip with the point of my tongue the way Yojora had. Then I stole a sidelong glance at Seo Woojin's face, as if to ask whether this was right, and—squelch, squelch—stroked the hard, hot cock with my breasts. I kept at it until Seo Woojin, who had started stroking my head again, let out a pleased sigh. Until the stiff root of his cock twitched and trembled inside my breasts. Diligently.
Around the time the hand toying with my lion ears began to tighten, just a little—
"Something I want to try? With you?"
"…Mm-hm."
Finally. A voice like the one he used with Yojora, the tenderness gone, rough enough to feel that way, jabbed my paper-thin eardrums without mercy.
"…If I said I wanted to spend the whole morning having sex with you right here, would you get mad?"
"…I-I wouldn't get mad…. That could…."
"I want to have sex with you. …We've got condoms, properly."
"……."
"Not the whole morning, of course…. Once? Or maybe twice."
He poked and prodded without a shred of mercy.
No. It isn't about the condoms. I want a romantic first time, like in a pure-love manga…. I'm not interested in sex yet. And how is that vicious-looking thing supposed to go thud, thud, thud inside my body….
That was what I should have said.
"……."
"…Hey, there's some in the bottom drawer on the right side of the desk?"
…Unable even to hide the heart pounding at the thought of how deep it would go if he put it in now—
"……."
"…Could you just bring me a pack of condoms? You've got class, after all."
I let him hear every beat of that heart, and measured the length of the cock—growing stiffer by the moment—over and over again.