How to Talk to Boys (8)
There wasn't really a taste to it.
If I'd taken the head in my mouth and sucked the way Yozora did, maybe it would have been different. All I'd done was run my tongue over the places hers hadn't reached. I hadn't set out to taste anything. I'd never even tried to imagine what it might taste like. I was only practicing, because I'd been told this was an easy way to make a friend.
Between Seo Woojin's legs, Yozora knelt and looked up at him as she sucked, one finger propping his spit-slick glans while she licked every inch of the left side. Watching her, I had simply leaned into the empty space on the right and moved my tongue, gently.
Oh. It was so hard. Oh—right. Not hot. Only warm. Oh. Spit was thinner than I'd thought; no matter how thoroughly I coated it, it still dripped straight down. That was all.
I hadn't bared my breasts the way Yozora had. I hadn't slipped in a single dirty joke. I hadn't taken the lead on the blowjob, either. Not once had I thought I wanted to do something lewd with Seo Woojin. So there wasn't really a taste to speak of.
But there was one thing.
I didn't particularly care about the taste. What crept in as the seconds passed was something else. Something just a little—truly, only a little—troublesome.
Schlrp... mmph... ...bleh...
At some point Yozora had taken Woojin's glans back into her mouth and was bobbing her head, smearing her saliva over it, and beside her I had my face buried deep, carefully licking along the side of his cock. Because of that—
"...Pheee. This oughta be enough... Ah, no. Let's do a little more. Yeah."
I said nothing.
"Sua-chan's practicing real hard right next to me, so..."
Still nothing.
"Mmph..."
Sniff. Sniff.
Even when I tried not to smell it, every breath drove it up my nose anyway. A man's smell. A male's smell. And because of it, my head went hazy.
The characters from every dirty comic I'd ever read kept trying to turn into me. Into Seo Woojin. Into this huge cock right in front of my eyes. Those noisy moans, which had been nothing but printed letters, were trying to become my voice, every last one of them. That voice—the one sobbing and whimpering—looked like it felt especially good.
Me, tail yanked, cock slamming in, face wrecked, sprawled on my stomach and panting: I looked like I felt incredibly good. I'd been certain that if something like that was driven all the way in, packed to the root with not a gap left, it would hurt enough to kill me. But the me in my imagination, one leg lifted, in the middle of sex, looked like she felt good enough to die.
It was a little hard to bear.
"Nnph, mmph..."
I'd been licking Woojin's cock for less than a minute, if that. What was this? I wasn't some lioness in heat. How humiliating. And why, of all people, did it have to be Seo Woojin, who already had a girlfriend...
...Haa.
"See? So a paizuri is when ya..."
And so Yozora's paizuri lecture began.
I'd wondered, just in case. Of course. There was nothing special about it. It was exactly what I already knew.
"Feel gooood...?"
"...Yeah."
She cradled his spit-slick cock between her large breasts and worked them up and down, wet and slick. The dark glans poking out from between that snow-white flesh was licked in little flicks by Yozora's small red tongue—press, press—while she wore a bewitching smile. When Woojin, who had been gazing down at her, stroked her head gently, she beamed as if her Master had given her a reward and licked the tip of his cock even more devotedly.
I couldn't find anything that qualified as impressive technique. It was only wrapping her breasts around his cock and stroking it, after all. Obvious, really. For something like that, who even needed technique? You just endured the shame of letting him use your body like a sex toy, and you were done. Yeah.
"Mmph... heh... nn..."
Maybe it was because I was watching from close enough to touch them if I only reached out. The sound of her breasts meeting him and pulling away. The low, faint sigh drifting down from above. Inside Yozora's lips, her head bowed so she could take his cock, the wet sound of saliva spreading. All of it pressed itself into my head, stamped in deep.
"...Yozora. Press tighter. Don't leave it loose."
"Don't wanna. Even if you heal where it chafes, I don't like it hurting..."
"You're in the middle of teaching Sua. How a paizuri's done. So do it at least as firm as when you stroked with your hand earlier. Spit more."
"...Bleh. That enough...? You satisfied...?"
"A little more."
"...I haaate when it huuurts..."
I'd felt it from the first moment I saw it. No matter how I turned it over, this was something only men would enjoy. The woman didn't really get anything out of it, did she? It wasn't even better than lying face-down on the bed and m-masturbating. At best you got the embarrassing thought that you were servicing this man, and that was the end of it. Where in the world was there a woman who liked that?
You only did it because your boyfriend would like it, because your guy friend would like it, with a well, what can you do kind of feeling...
Well, anyway. I roughly understood the method. You sandwiched the c...cock between your breasts and rubbed until it felt like it was being stroked. You licked the glans gently with your tongue, the way you'd lick a delicious ice cream. Sometimes you bowed your head and took it in your mouth, too. That was all.
If Yozora was to be believed, I was supposed to do that for a boy I wanted to get close to. No matter how I thought about it, it was way, way, way too hard—but if it was a guy as close to me as Seo Woojin...
Right. Just barely safe.
Other boys got awkward the moment they saw me, avoided my eyes, and kept their mouths shut. The only one who had spent a whole evening listening to me talk about romance comics—not even light small talk—was Woojin, the first and the last. That kind of gentleness had been a first. Something like that, I could offer back as a thank-you. Though I might pass out from embarrassment halfway through.
But, um. There was one thing that worried me.
Yozora had been the aggressive one. Woojin hadn't, had he? We're close, so be my practice partner! had been her line, too. Maybe, deep down, he didn't really want to. Could I even ask, Sorry, but can I practice paizuri with your cock? Or should I just watch her demonstration, read the room, and slip away with an awkward smile?
I was still agonizing over it when—
"...Hoo..."
"Mmph—?!"
Woojin, who had been watching with a dazed look, pressed down hard on Yozora's head as she sucked his glans between her breasts, and started tensing his thighs again and again.
"...Don't just take it in a daze. Keep licking."
"Mmph... ...schlrp..."
"...Yeah. Like that."
However inexperienced I was, I had enough knowledge, and enough sense, to realize what that was. Even without the comic-book splurt, splurt. Even without seeing the sticky white fluid overflow. It couldn't be anything else.
Baby seeds. Putting them in Yozora's mouth.
But that male smell was so much stronger than before...
"...Phaa. Tastes bad..."
"...Spit it in a tissue. Why'd you swallow it."
The moment the breath Yozora had been holding around his semen burst out, the faintly sweet scent that had been drifting around her grew stronger still. What was this? It was only the smell of semen. And yet, somehow... it was good. Oddly like fruit.
Sniff. Sniff...
"Huuuh...? You're supposed to swallow, aren't you...? It'd be a waste..."
"A waste of what."
"It's protein, anyway... mhm mhm."
"...My mistake, trying to talk to a drunk."
"I told you I'm not drunk at aaall..."
"Sure, sure...?"
Yozora's tongue tangled, slurring her words. Woojin, who had been stroking her gently, suddenly turned and stared straight at my face. Why? Before I knew it, I had tilted my head, blank. Then a wrongness above my head made his gaze make sense.
"...Eh..."
Lion ears. And a tail.
When on earth had they come out? I'd never even thought I wanted them out. Anyway, it was embarrassing to show other people, so I had to hide them, fast—
"Hm...? What're you looking at... Oh, Sua-chan let her ears out..."
"W-wait a second..."
"Cute, so cuuute... Lion Sua-chan is so cute..."
"Nnh..."
Yozora, who had been kneeling in front of Woojin, came this way with a loose, dopey smile. More precisely: Yozora, with her shirt hauled up over her breasts, and the smell of semen on her breath.
"Hey, can I touch? Every time I see 'em in practical class I just wanna pet them sooo bad..."
"H-huh? No, I don't really like being pe—"
No. Absolutely not. Absolutely not! If she petted me now, I was definitely going to feel it—
"Heehee... our Sua, so cute..."
"...Ngh..."
W-wait. Yozora. Listen to m... listen...
I'll do a paizuri. I will, so that hand... just a second... please...
"I want fluffy cute ears like these toooo... We're both Variants, but I got hard demon horns... I don't like 'em..."
"......?"
"And my tail's just a boring demon tail... Oh, right. Succubus tail..."
"...Eek...!"
Yozora's fingers brushed the outside of the lion ears sprouting from my head, soft and slow.
I came. Just a little.
Singing cute, cute, she caught them lightly from either side, as if folding them down.
I came. Just a little.
This time she pressed from the top, firm, again and again.
I came. Just a little.
What did the white fur inside feel like, she wondered, and she stroked the inner edge of an ear; this was fluffy too, she said, it felt nice, and she drew her fingers away.
...I came. Just a little.
My tail, which only ever swayed, she made stick out stiff and twitching—far more often than when I had masturbated alone the day before yesterday, or yesterday—and I came.
The only thing that had changed was who was doing the touching. Me, or someone else. My breasts and my... pussy, ordinary erogenous zones, hadn't been stimulated at all. And from nothing more than having my ears touched, I came. So much.
"Heehee..."
"Hah... hah..."
"Knew it. Variants are all the saaame..."
Somehow, right in front of Yozora, who was grinning as if she had known everything from the start. And in front of Seo Woojin.
So much. Enough to soak my leggings. So much.
...Like a complete pervert.