How to Talk to a Man (7)
Soft, downy winter fabric brushed over smooth bare skin.
A faint rustle. Nothing special—and yet, somehow, thrilling. A strange little sound you could never catch while reading manga.
"…I knew it. It felt off every time I touched you."
"You only have to dress right when you go out. Wearing underwear at home too is such a paaain~"
"Haa…."
"Whyyy~? Our Woojin, were you that conscious of my chest…? Pfft, hehe…."
"Yeah."
"Ah. You shoot down everything I say, and now you're being honest…."
Yozora had long since made it clear that she and Woojin were already dating. The baggy pajamas she wore were drawn up past her breasts while I stole glances from right beside her, and in front of the two of us, kneeling there on the floor, Seo Woojin looked down as if it were only natural. She carried on as though it didn't matter in the slightest. If anything, she was showing her breasts off.
"Oh, right. Sua-chan. You said you don't know what a paizuri is…."
"Y-yeah…."
I knew. You wedge a d… dick between your breasts and rub. It isn't particularly pleasant for the woman—an act that feels good only for the man. Which is exactly why the word service suits it so well.
If someone asked whether I could earnestly do that for a close friend, it was the sort of thing I could answer with an ambiguous nod. And for those two, who were dating, it was the sort of thing that wouldn't be strange even if they did it several times a day.
"Guys just love it to death if you do this for them once, you know??"
"I… see…."
"So I'll show you how first…. Hey. Seo Woojin. You should have your pants off too. What are you doing?"
"……."
Seo Woojin's eyes flicked to mine, and he let out a quiet sigh. Before I could even grasp what that sigh meant, the low clink of a belt spread through the room. It wasn't much of a sound, and yet every time it stabbed at my eardrums my shoulders gave a little flinch. I'd heard it often enough in porn, and it was too loud to be buried under anything else. And so—
Gulp.
I swallowed without meaning to. Pavlov's dog, or something like that? Whatever followed that sound was bound to be a lewd scene….
"Pfft. You're already getting hard…. Figures, you pervert…."
…W-wait.
Why was it that size?
"It's not even hard yet. Idiot. How many times have you seen it, and you still can't tell?"
"Not hard, my ass! Look. The veins are already showing a little, and the dick itself is hanging all heavy…."
"Among guys, you don't call this hard. You just say the blood rushed there."
"Pfft……. Just admit my body got you horny. Petty little thing…."
The light bickering of a couple. Instead of paying it any mind, my eyes locked onto a real dick—the first I had ever seen in my life.
Set against my own handspan, it was about that… no, more than a handspan, wasn't it? A phone was no comparison at all, so it cleared six inches without effort, and it wasn't as long as a twelve-inch ruler, which put it at eight inches. Somewhere around there.
The women in those videos had looked like they loved it, every time something like that pounded into them. In person, it just looked like it would hurt. Not sour grapes. I genuinely thought it would hurt. It wouldn't only scrape the walls—it looked like it would bear down on the womb, crush the insides, flatten everything. No. No. I could never take that. If I ever had sex with someone, better a man at least two knuckles shorter than that….
"…Anyway, just do what you were doing."
"Ah. That means you want a paizuri from me, right?!"
"Don't give me a pointless reaction. Do what you were doing."
"Heh heh…. Fine, okay. I've seen plenty of fun things today…."
Hidden from the two of them, I laid a handspan against my thigh and tried to gauge the length even roughly, while Yozora curled her mouth into a grin and crawled on her knees in between Seo Woojin's legs. I was in the middle of thinking Yozora's even shorter than I am—how does she even take that… when—
"……Ah."
As if something had just occurred to her, Yozora let out a little sound and turned her head, meeting my eyes.
"Sua-chan. Sua-chan."
"…Huh?"
"If you stay there, you won't be able to see how a paizuri works…."
"……."
"Come closer. Next to me."
"Next… to you…?"
I'm embarrassed. Can't I just watch from back here? It's fine. It's fine. I can see perfectly well from here. Honestly, I already know what a paizuri is…. Those, and a hundred other refusals, sank deep into my chest. Instead, without nodding, without even saying yes, I quietly crawled over to Yozora's side. Crawled, until I myself was between Seo Woojin's legs. Because no matter how embarrassed I was, she was going this far for my sake, and I couldn't brush that sincerity aside. And, well… I was curious. What it would feel like to see it from right up close. If I had to weigh it, probably something like one to nine….
"I'll scoot over a little…. Here, here."
"…Okay."
She made a little room, but we were so close that Yozora's jet-black hair and mine, the color of rye, began to tangle. And when I lifted my head, what I saw was Seo Woojin's dick.
"……."
Only now did it hit me that I had no idea where to put my eyes. And it was enormous. The manga Yozora had recommended was full of shots where a dick blocked the entire view. With this one, that would be more than possible.
"First I've got to get this dick properly hard…."
Did she simply not know the feeling called shame? Or was it because she was the type who called Woojin Master? Unlike me, unable to get a word out and flushing red just from looking, Yozora grinned and set her hand on Seo Woojin's dick. She'd made such a fuss about how hot a man's parts were, and his semen too, but it didn't seem to be that bad. Warm, at most? About that. Of course, being this close, I could roughly understand what people meant when they wrote about a male scent.
"Mmm…. If my spit gets on it, Sua-chan's gonna freak out later…."
"……."
…Ah. Fellatio. It wasn't as if I was going to lick Woojin's dick, and merely seeing someone else's saliva wouldn't have mattered much—but by the time that thought was finishing, Yozora's hand was already resting lightly against it.
"…Hup."
Squelch, squelch. She made a ring of her hand so she could stroke it earnestly up and down.
"…How is it? Feel good?"
"…Yeah."
"…Hehe…."
A ring where her thumb met her middle finger. She fit the thick dick through it and shook her hand hard, from just under the head all the way to the base—squelch, squelch. And I watched a girlfriend caress her boyfriend from right beside them, not even half an inch away, my mouth shut. Because that was something the closest of friends did. Because someday I would do it with someone too. This was for studying.
"Ah, it must really feel good…. It got hard so fast…."
Sometimes fast. Sometimes slow, pressing down. Sometimes violent, as if she meant to wring the semen out of it. Then Yozora took her hand off, as if the preparation were finished. The length itself didn't seem particularly different from what I had just seen. But now I could roughly understand what Seo Woojin had said earlier.
An erection. So it hadn't been erect. Now it was swollen taut and hard, busy twitching and straining, whereas a moment ago it had only been a little thicker, hanging slack. The head, shaped—no matter who looked—to scrape something out. The veins standing in thick ridges. The length, a little more than my handspan. So this was the thing that squelched into a woman's body and dug through it. A tail wrapped around his hand and pulled, ears gnawed between his teeth, until she couldn't hold on and collapsed onto the bed, until she buried her face in the pillow and could only twitch—thwack, thwack—pounded into all night long.
"…Hey. Yozora."
"Mmm…?"
"So, the gel? You have any?"
"Lube? I don't have any…? Who keeps that stuff at home?"
"…Then how were you planning to do a paizuri? You said you weren't going to get spit on it."
"…Ah!"
"…Haa……."
"Then…. Hmm…. Guess there's no helping it!"
While Yozora got Seo Woojin's dick hard, I had drifted for a moment into my own delusions, swallowing gulp after gulp. Then her fingers landed lightly on my fidgeting thigh, and because of that I—
"Eek…?!!"
My shoulders jumped, and an embarrassing sound slipped out of me.
"……. Um, Sua-chan."
"Um, ngh… why?"
"It's nothing else, I just think we need to change the plan a little…."
"P-plan?"
"Yeah. But it's not like it changes much! Just one really tiny thing?"
"Ah…. Well, I don't particularly mind…."
"Really?"
"Yeah…."
Still, thank goodness. I'd answered in such a fluster that something strange could easily have slipped out, but they let it pass without a word, so I must not have made that odd a sound. Woojin didn't look like he was thinking anything either. Thank goodness….
"Slurp…. Mmph…. Mmm…."
"……."
…Thank goodness?
"…Pwah, heh…. Haah…. Mmm…."
"……."
I didn't even have the leisure to sigh in relief before I looked toward the sound. More accurately, the sound was coming from right in front of my eyes. I had been lost in all sorts of strange delusions while staring at Seo Woojin's dick in the first place.
"Schlurp, slurp…. Mmph, heh—ah…. Haa…. Mmm…."
Yozora, having nudged me aside a little, took Seo Woojin's glans into her mouth and shook her head in earnest. Not satisfied with that, she licked the already spit-soaked head hard with her tongue, braced it firmly with one finger, buried her face deep, and worked her tongue diligently beneath the swollen crown—lick, lick, lick—making lewd wet sounds as she lapped. Even when a strand of hair caught in her mouth, she paid it no mind. She just kept going.
What had I even been talking about with Yozora a moment ago? Right—something about the plan changing a little. I was fairly sure that was the conversation we'd been having. What on earth had that plan been, that she was suddenly licking every inch of his dick with her tongue?
"……. …Slurp…. Bleh……."
Did I have to do it too? No way. She wouldn't, right? I didn't know. Too much had been pouring in at once; I had no idea what had happened over the last five minutes. My head felt like it was going to split. So just…
"……."
…as practice. Strictly as practice. For the "close guy friend" I was bound to have someday. Guys liked lewd things. If they liked breasts, of course they'd like this too. I tucked the hair at my temple behind my ear, and carefully—
"……."
Lick. Lick. Like a cat lapping milk, I set my tongue to the skin of his dick where Yozora's spit hadn't touched, and left the scent of my own saliva there.
"……."
"……."
Beneath the two pairs of eyes I couldn't read at all. For about a minute. Only that.