I'm Curious (6)
A condom.
A contraceptive for men, meant to keep you from getting pregnant out of nowhere in the middle of sex. Rubber, I think? Something like that. Anyway, that was about the extent of what I knew.
Oh. And one more thing.
"…Mmngh…. Hup…."
I couldn't have said why, but whenever someone put a condom on, they always caught it between their lips first and rolled it slowly down the cock, as if they were giving a blowjob. In 2D comics. In 3D videos. Exactly the same.
"Fuuu…. There, it won't go on right…. I'm sorry…."
"…It's fine. If it's really too hard, you can use your hands instead of your mouth."
"Ah, okay…."
This was my first time doing anything of the sort, though, and I failed to get it all the way on. I endured the foreign pressure jabbing at my throat and tried, but for a first-timer, halfway down his cock was about my limit.
…God, this is embarrassing.
Someday, once I got used to this kind of thing, would I be able to put a condom on him in a single go too?
"…I'm done."
"You did well. For a first time."
"……."
I'd thought the tenderness from a moment ago had vanished completely, but Seo Woojin was smiling at me again, warm and easy. He'd stroked my hair so gently, so many times, that it was a little ruined now.
…Kind of funny. I couldn't remember my own parents ever babying me like this, not once in my life. An elderly person, maybe, but a guy the same age as me—twenty—going this far….
Ah, th-that doesn't mean I hate being petted by you. I just wish he'd be a little more careful with my ears. I'm not saying he shouldn't pet me at all.
…So, just a little more….
"All right, then…."
"……."
But of course, sitting there in silence wasn't going to let anyone read my mind. Every time he stroked my head I wagged my tail like crazy without meaning to, but he was an ordinary person, not a Variant-type—and an ordinary person who'd never even kept a pet. There was no way he'd catch a signal like that on the spot. If he could, he'd be a mind reader, not playing health teacher here. What a waste of talent.
I nursed that tiny complaint, lion ears twitching, for only a moment. I'd been kneeling on the floor to get the condom on him when, all at once—
"…H-hey, where are you putting your hands…!"
—Seo Woojin, wearing that little smirk, lifted me.
Ah. Lifted might not be the right word. He stood me up. Yeah. That sounds right.
…The problem was that he'd done it by sliding both hands into the armpits of a fully grown young lady.
"H-hands, your hands…. Nnh…."
"……."
Wait, wait. Don't move your hands. I've been insanely ticklish since I was little…! Ugh….
A-and he could've just told me to stand. He didn't have to haul me up like this. He really was treating me like a baby….
"You have to get up first, don't you. …You and I are about to have sex."
"……."
…So it wasn't baby treatment after all. Not when he looked at me like that—gentle, and yet his eyes were full of want. There was no way he was treating me like a child. He just wanted, with a woman named Han Sua, to have sex as soon as he possibly could.
That honest desire, without a single lie in it, made it hard to meet Seo Woojin's eyes. All I could manage was to squirm and look away.
"…You were already insanely sexy when I was looking down at you. Seeing it right in front of me, I might actually lose it…."
"H-huh? What do you…. …Ah."
He locked his arms around my hesitating waist, and I sank lightly onto the thighs of Seo Woojin, who had been sitting at the edge of the bed. My breasts, spilling out between the buttons of my uniform, pressed hard into his chest and squished out of shape. From my lower belly, still hidden under the uniform, the hot, hard feel of him came through thick and clear.
…Exactly. That this was going to be pounded in all the way up to here. Deeper than my fantasies. Thrust in even deeper than I'd imagined.
"…D-do you… like breasts…?"
"…I don't think there's a guy alive who doesn't. Whether he likes them small or big, tastes differ, but."
"……."
Embarrassed, I'd clumsily steered the subject toward breasts, and while Seo Woojin answered I fixed all my attention on the warmth against my lower belly. Even now it was lightly touching just beneath my navel, so if he put it in like this….
…….
…Whoa.
Whoaa….
"Well. Personally, I do think bigger is better."
"…Ah, wai—."
I'd slipped into a private fantasy behind his back, spinning out shameful imaginings, when the fingers I hadn't been paying any attention to suddenly seized my breasts and squeezed them hard. Not the vulgar groping I'd seen in porn. Not the fresh, innocent caress from the pure-love stories Yojora recommended. Just a handling that seemed to be appraising how big my breasts actually were—a touch a little removed from tenderness.
…And yet, ridiculously, that single rude, rough gesture made me feel as if my heart were about to burst. The pounding was loud enough to ring in my eardrums.
"D-don't touch me like that…."
"…Does it hurt?"
"It's less that, and more…."
"Are you embarrassed?"
Please. Don't let him hear it.
If he heard it too, I was seriously going to bite my tongue and die. With that thought I nodded, slowly, hoping that maybe now he'd stop touching my chest. Hoping I could hide the sound of my pounding heart.
…But I was wrong.
"…For someone who says that, you seem to be enjoying it quite a bit yourself."
"…Huh? What do you mean…. I've, I-I've never…."
"Really?"
"…Nnghii……?!"
He'd already caught me. That I'd felt satisfaction being gently stroked by Seo Woojin. That I'd gone light and fluttery when he stood me up. That I'd gotten excited measuring the length of his cock and fantasizing about how deep he'd drive it. That having my breasts caught in his hands had left my panties damp in little leaks. That in the middle of all of it, my heart had nearly exploded again and again.
…And now, with a Seo Woojin turned a little more mischievous and slick than usual, from nothing more than him rubbing my pink nipples firmly, my shoulders were trembling—hah, hah—and I was spilling these unsightly breaths.
Which of those he'd caught, whether he'd caught all of them, or really only one, I couldn't tell. But he'd already caught me.
"…Being touched like this. Does it hurt? Do you hate it?"
"Huuu……. Hah…."
He wasn't asking whether I was lying. He was asking if it really hurt. Pinching my nipples again and again, when I was lightly climaxing from nothing more than that, he was telling me not to lie. Pressing me.
"…I'm asking you. Sua. Does it hurt? Do you hate it?"
"Th-that's…. Hic…."
…He was really, really mean. If he'd just kept touching me while he asked, I could have answered with nothing but a quiet moan. Instead he'd made my nipples stiff and hard, and only then stopped every bit of stimulation to stare quietly at my face. He wanted to hear it from my own mouth, didn't he.
…That it feels good when you touch me. How was I supposed to say that honestly.
You bastard.
"…I-I don't… hate it…."
"…Yeah?"
When I said it in a crawling little voice, circling around the truth, Seo Woojin's expression shifted, faintly satisfied. Not quite the answer he'd wanted, but this wasn't bad either. That kind of look.
"…Then, well…. I'll stop playing with your breasts here."
"……."
At the words that this embarrassing stretch of time was over, I felt relief—and, in the same breath, a strange regret.
"…Get on your stomach. I'll fuck you exactly the way you've been fantasizing."
"……. …."
…An extremely—so extremely I could stack the word a dozen times and it still wouldn't be enough—flustering line, driven into me in a voice lower than usual.
"W-w-what are you…."
"…You've been pressing on your lower belly like that this whole time. It'd be weirder if I hadn't noticed."
"……."
"…You were guessing how far this would go in if I pounded it all the way home, weren't you?"
"I-it's not like that…! You're misunderstanding…."
"Misunderstanding?"
It was exactly like that. Rubbing the slick fluid on the condom against my uniform, gauging how far it would reach—that was exactly what I'd been doing. I just couldn't admit it in front of the person himself. Because I'd look like a complete pervert. No real experience to speak of, and nothing but a head full of dirty fantasies. A complete pervert.
"…You said it was a misunderstanding, right? With your own mouth."
"Kyaah…?!"
So I couldn't get caught.
"…Then how about we make a bet?"
Somehow I was already face-down on the bed, ass raised high, but I couldn't get caught.
"If it really is a misunderstanding, like you say, I'll grant you one wish. Childish wishes don't count."
…And of all things, because of my tail, my skirt was hiked all the way up and my panties were on full display, but I couldn't get caught.
"But if it isn't a misunderstanding."
"……."
"…Later, you grant me one wish I want. How's that?"
"……."
In that brief moment my panties had soaked through, and Seo Woojin behind me had probably seen all of it, but I couldn't get caught. The method was simple. I just had to insist that every bit of it was his misunderstanding.
I—
So this was a fight I absolutely couldn't lose….
"…Hic……?!"
…Except.
"……? …?"
Between the thighs of me, kneeling face-down, something hot and hard rubbed—poke, poke—right under my navel, then pulled away, and for a second my head went blank.
…So that meant, when we had sex, it came in all the way up to there. If he pounded me the way he pounded Yojora, then… all the way up there, over and over,
thud,
thud….
….
….
.
"…Panties. I'll just shift them a little to the side."
"…Fuuu…. Fu…."
"Huu…, maybe I should've just taken them off."
"……."
The panties Seo Woojin tugged aside bunched thin, then got roughly stuffed into the crease of my thigh, nowhere near where they belonged. Just like all those obscene things I'd watched every dawn, I ended up like that too.
"…Sua."
"……."
"Stop flinching and answer me first."
"……Wh-why…."
"You can't just answer 'why.' Did you forget what I asked?"
"……Ah…."
As if he meant to leave handprints, Seo Woojin gripped my ass tight. Right after that he hooked his fingers as if to spread the hole he'd use to fuck me, and squeezed tight again. His voice burrowed into my eardrum in a whisper, and in the place my panties would normally have blocked completely, something hard kept poking.
"…A misunderstanding. Right?"
"……."
He said we'd make a bet left entirely to my conscience—and into a hole that hadn't even had a finger in it yet, he pressed his hard cock with force. As if he wanted to start pounding me right this second.
"Answer. Quickly."
"…U-um."
To a man like that, I swallowed—gulp—and murmured, so small it was almost inaudible.
"…If I say I imagined your cock going in, are you going to be disgusted and call me a pervert…?"
"No. …All I'm thinking about is fucking the hell out of you."
"…What if I say it was all a misunderstanding?"
"I'll tell you not to lie, and I'll pound you until you say it honestly."
"……."
"…So which is it?"
"……."
"……."
"I'm sorry."
Like that. If it was this, Seo Woojin would understand well enough….
…Ah, wai—.
I, I just came a little—
…….