I'm Curious (7)
A breath gone thick and heavy with arousal. He let it out as softly as he could, and closed his hand around Han Sua's ass.
Every time his thumb sank into that pale, taut flesh, her waist gave a light flutter, as if even that felt good. He hadn't really done anything, and still the skin was already lewdly wet. Each time he parted it just a little, a moan slipped out — closer to an nnnh than anything pretty. Honest, more than anything.
He set one hand lightly against the small of her back and pressed the head of his cock, firm and insistent, to the wet opening. Even that honest sound vanished. She simply stayed flattened to the bed. Only the tail that had slipped out from under her skirt twitched — not the easy, gentle sway he'd seen a few times before. Stiff. Rigid.
"…I'm sorry?"
"…."
Not sure he'd heard her right, he asked again as he worked the head into that narrow entrance. Maybe that was why. Han Sua's thighs parted on their own, then trembled and clamped tight around him, as if her body were saying this wasn't going to work.
"…If I ask what you're sorry for, do I sound too much like a teacher?"
"…."
Arousal had shorted out most of his brain. He tossed the joke out anyway and used his hard cock to torment her clit. He'd mapped her sensitive spots once before, by chance, the day she'd come to the infirmary. A girl whose whole body might as well have been one erogenous zone — prod her anywhere and she would only be glad of it. So he did it like this.
"Nngh—… hnn……."
All he'd done was rub the head against her clit, and already she was reaching for a pillow and burying her face in it, both hands knotting in the innocent sheets. Cold sweat had started to bead on her ass; it flinched and jumped. The tail that had already been stiff now stood bolt upright. Of course she was going to soak the bed.
"…Quit just keeping your mouth shut. Talk to me properly, will you?"
"Hnnn…. Fuh…."
"You suddenly say you're sorry and nothing else — how am I supposed to take that?"
He forced the arousal back down from his throat and spoke slowly, chewing each word, packing in as much gentleness as he could manage. If he didn't, she'd stay like this until they were finished. Part of him wanted to just pound it out of her. Do that, though, and she wouldn't answer at all — only moans would spill — so he held himself back. Instead—
"…I told you to answer."
"…Nngh?!"
He laid a hand on her ass. Not even a smack. Light. Absurdly light. So why was she coming from something like this, tail jerking straight up? How sensitive did a body have to be…
Hoo… Seriously. A fucking pervert of a woman.
"…Fine. Then don't answer."
"…."
"I'll read it however I want. Even if I'm wrong, don't talk back. Keep your mouth shut. Just like you are now."
"…."
The excitement he'd been crushing down leaked out as his voice — rougher than the way he usually spoke to Han Sua, a little too harsh. And yet, absurdly, she did exactly as he said. Mouth clamped shut, she only trailed slick arousal onto the sheets.
"A virgin who's never done it, pressing my cock into her own belly, imagining how deep it'd go. That's a fair reading, isn't it."
"…."
No denial. Nothing like the protest he should have been able to hear — it's not like that. She only kept her face buried in the pillow, breathing hard. Haah. Haah.
"…The apology probably means something along those lines."
"…."
The condom had gone a little dry because of her. He dragged it tight down to the root and slicked it again — not with that chemical smell, but with fluid thick with the scent of her. Under the shaft. Over it. And along the tip he meant to drive in deep, all the way to the end.
He ground his cock against her entrance, the place that trembled every time their bodies met — forced, rough. He should have been recording her like this, to show her later. The thought came late, and he regretted it, even as the sound went on. Squelch. Squelch. Thick and sticky.
"Lift your ass higher."
"…."
"Don't just arch your waist. Get your ass up. I said I'd fuck you like a dog, and I meant it."
"…."
"…Yeah. Like that."
"…."
The uniform shirt, creased from how she lay. The skirt, nudged up and half-flipped. Over a picture that ought to have looked pure and fragile, he set one muscular forearm on a slant, and the ass caught in that forearm, soft flesh giving under his grip. Between one word and the next he had switched it on — the bright red letters, REC. The narrow waist he wanted to crush in his hands. The lewd ass he wanted marked with reddish prints. The cock in its condom, the one Han Sua had been sucking so greedily until a moment ago. The whole maddening stretch of it, drawn in clear and sharp. He recorded it.
"…Hik…? …. ……."
Inside the pink flesh, only the very front of the head slipped in, careful. Only that — and already her ass was trying, on instinct, to get away. His forearm locked around her and held her still so she couldn't.
"…Does it hurt?"
"……. …."
At the question, her head rubbed side to side against the pillow. No.
"Nngh…?! Nn…. Hnnn……."
He'd only just gotten the whole head inside, and her thighs were already busy trembling. The purity that had lost its meaning the moment he dirtied her. The body gone rigid with nerves. He caught all of it on the camera, then got greedier.
"…Good thing it doesn't hurt. I think Yojora was a little sore her first time, too."
"Hak…. Hak…."
"…Then, for now…."
"…, ……w-wait…. Nngh…."
She already looked like she was feeling it. He wanted her to feel it even a little more.
"…Can you relax a bit?"
"H-how do I… relax…. Nnn…."
"…Yeah. Like that."
"Hik…, nngh…."
Instead of only pushing in, he pressed the shaft just above her clit, against the shallow wall, and rocked his hips with care, as if he were scraping her.
"…You okay?"
"…Y-yeah…. It feels… good…."
Pfft. Pfft. Every scrape of the wall, she kept spilling, and the smell of it filled the air. On the phone, the picture a little smeared, a long wet streak showed beneath his cock. His head was spinning, and still he held the focus on where the two of them joined, then pushed. Firm.
"…Even this far is okay?"
"……. …."
He'd gone in maybe two more knuckles deeper than before, and already question marks were flickering through her head; she couldn't stop flinching. From a little farther off, he asked whether he could drive it in much — much — deeper than this.
"…Hoo…."
"…?! W-wait, wait— no, not that far, I can't—"
He set the phone aside where it wouldn't get in the way, braced a fist on the bed, and drove in more than half his length. Squelch. Squelch. He stuffed it in, packed it in, and every time Han Sua twitched and spat more slick, he drove deep again.
"…What?"
"…. ……."
Fuh. Fuh. She could barely keep a breath going. Her ass was soft under his hands — and somehow, even as she kept being pushed down and away from him, she pressed it back, as if she wanted the cock seated inside her. An ass that could swallow nearly all of him now. He bore her posture down until her lower belly met the mattress.
"…Tell me if it hurts."
He planted his fist on the bed again and leaned forward until the crown of her head filled his view.
"Nnhep…. Buh……."
Thud. Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Wai— wait…. Really, just a second……."
Whatever Han Sua said into the pillow she was clutching, he didn't listen. Not until his hunger was spent. Like an animal.
"……? …Ngh…. Nn…, ……♡"
He glared down at the pretty jiggle of her ass every time he pounded into her belly. He pressed on the head of the girl flattened beneath him — firmly. Or maybe he pressed her into the pillow until she couldn't breathe. Thud. Thud. Thud. All the way in. He drove his hips into Han Sua's ass.
"……Hak, hak…. It tickles…. Stop…."
Right about when a squeezing pull closed around the root of his cock, he ignored the cute lion ears standing on her head. Under the wheat-gold hair, her ear had flushed bright red, and he smeared his saliva over it, thick.
"……Chup…."
He slid a hand in between the pillow — already soaked through — and the girl who had her tongue out, moaning, and let her lick his index and middle fingers clean. The nipples, gone as stiff as the tail that had been tingling and shaking all this time, he tormented himself, as much as he liked.
"…Nn… chup……. Chuup…."
Creak. Creak. Screeeak. Bed-sounds that should never have been coming out of the Academy Infirmary, loud enough to sound like the frame was giving way — and then, for a moment, they stopped.
"Haa…, haa…."
"…."
She wasn't even sucking his fingers anymore. Too busy, because it felt good, smacking his body with her tail. Inside her he spilled it — again and again. An impossibly thick, clinging load of seed. Byuut… byuuut… byut… byurrrrk….
Fuck. Crazy bitch. Maybe because it was her first time — she was gripping him so fucking tight.
Curses soaked in bliss, he poured them into the ear of the Han Sua who had been pure past all reason. Into the ear of the Han Sua who had lost her virginity — hot now, wet with his saliva — again and again.
"Hoo…."
The condom had gone blunt and swollen with semen, and he was still wearing it, still knocking the head against her deepest place a few more times, while Han Sua panted into the pillow, face buried, heaving. Only then did he notice the condom about to slip halfway off. Slowly, he drew his cock out of her.
The ruined sheet was there to see, but only for a moment. His eyes went to the tip of his cock — still stiffly, thickly hard, not one bit different from before. The reason was simple. Inside the condom, an absurd amount of semen had pooled.
"……."
He retrieved the phone he'd tossed into the corner of the bed. The video, up to now, would have been nothing but a black screen and the sound of something being pounded in. Into it he framed this monstrous cock glazed in her slick, and the condom swollen blunt with come.
"…Han Sua."
"Hiee… heek…."
"…Turn your head and clean it. Like last time."
"……Nnup…. Chup…."
Even after being used like an onahole from her very first time, she didn't argue. She only put her mouth to work, busy cleaning his cock. She still hadn't noticed the phone in his hand — the lewd picture of her in that disheveled uniform, all of it. Every bit.