The Throbbing Left by the Kiss
A kiss or whatever—nothing special about it, right? You can tell just by how boldly they show it on broadcast TV. Adults always censor the good stuff, but kisses get a pass. That alone proves they're boring as hell.
...Or so I thought.
Uh, huh?
"Mm, ngh, chup, huuk, hng, huaaah, churup, mm…."
But why is my head going all fuzzy like this…? It's not the intense stimulation of Yujin's cock piercing me. No heartbreaking ache like when he torments my nipples. His tongue just slips into my mouth, wraps around mine, and I taste his saliva—and yet it feels like fluffy clouds are blooming in my brain.
Something hot. Something hazy. Something that drains my strength. Something sweet.
My body won't respond properly, thoughts grinding to a halt. I'm not about to pass out or anything… but reality feels distant. Like this body isn't mine anymore.
And yet, for some reason, my tongue's working overtime….
Snap! Yujin's hands cupped my cheeks. My grip strength should be way stronger, but his hands felt unnaturally firm. A ridiculous delusion flashed: if he squeezed for real, my face would crumple. My heart pounded wildly.
I know it's stupid, but my brain won't shut down the circuit.
"Churup, chup, haaah, open your mouth wider."
His voice stabbed straight into my brain. It didn't sound… no. No way. I absolutely wasn't thinking his voice was sexy or anything. For real.
"Haaaah…."
My mouth opened. Before my brain could even decide to obey, my body moved first. He pulled my tongue out, our tongues twisting together in midair like mating snakes.
Aah, this is weird. Something's wrong. I started the kiss, so why's he taking control like this? This won't do.
"Ngh…."
My waist went slack. My useless brain handed control back to my body. Ah, if I just collapse now, maybe I can escape?
A futile prayer, but he quickly slid his arms from my cheeks to wrap around my waist, firm as if refusing to let his prey slip away. Securing me tight, he unleashed his inner beast even more—devouring my lips, ravaging every inch of my mouth.
This bastard… shake him a little and he turns into this, yet he spouts nonsense about feelings. Satisfied with cheek pecks, my ass…!!
Aah, dangerous. My lower belly started throbbing.
This frail-ass body…
It's not because I'm a perv. Joo Hyowon's pussy is just fundamentally pathetic.
"Hahat! Ha, haaaah. Hooo… hooo…."
The eternal kiss finally ended, letting me gasp for air. I reined in my flailing tongue and took a deep breath, still dazed.
Dangerous, dangerous. Seriously fucking dangerous. I thought my brain was gonna melt.
"…You okay?"
Again with the concern now. If you're so worried, don't spew your lust so blatantly. And what? Like I'd be the one not okay? Thinks he's a pro kisser or something—wrong.
"F-Fine, I'm f-fine? N-No, haaaah… n-nothing tiring. K-Kisses like th-this, one or two, n-no biggie!"
The slurred speech…? Ngh, just my usual slight lisp. Definitely not drunk on the kiss.
"…R-Really okay?"
Look at this guy. Pretending to worry, but those eyes are swirling with lust. Can't hide he's a slave to instinct, no matter how hard he tries.
…Whatever, fine. Not bad.
Wasn't planning for that today, but since it's come to this, helping him vent is doable. I'm totally fine, but he's this worked up over a kiss? Pathetic.
I call my pussy pathetic, but honestly, which one's worse? Uwaaaah….
"H-Hey, why're you, why're you this hard, seriously."
Hard from one kiss? And… something feels wet at the tip… precum. If he'd cum, it wouldn't be just this much.
"Um, listen. I tried really hard, right? Even got results I didn't expect… s-so."
So let him do it once? Th-this perv bastard. Hopeless.
"F-Fine. Then…"
"Whoa, she's really gonna do it."
"Seriously, insane."
"Guess the rumors were true."
……????
"Hey, who's there!"
I fired a Qi blast toward the voice. After a brief commotion, three familiar cadets appeared—Esmeralda's lackeys.
"You guys…."
"W-We didn't do anything wrong!"
"Right! Even if you're dating, doing something that lewd outdoors is on you!"
"Just pretend we're rocks and keep going—we'd appreciate it."
These bitches…. Okay, doing it in a spot where anyone could pass by, sun still up, was risky. The light kiss escalated in the heat of the moment.
But spying while holding your breath? Really?
More importantly, what was that she said?
"Hey, what do you mean I'm dating this guy?"
"Huh? Hiding it now? Everyone knows you two are a thing!"
What!? How!?
We didn't give off any vibes!
"The dramatic hug for your boyfriend after barely passing that dangerous exam. Clinging without shame even with everyone watching… Sigh, I wanted to see it live. Had to settle for the broadcast—eternal regret."
Incredibly, they'd spun my hug during comprehensive training into wild fantasies.
…Not that I can't see it. From an outsider's view, without context, it looked like the heroine fretting over her boyfriend in peril.
I get it. But that thought process… a bit impure, no?
You could've seen it as pure friendship, worrying for a friend in danger.
"Haha, so that's how it looked. Yeah, makes sense?"
Yujin scratched his head, cheeks flushing—not hating the misunderstanding.
Hey, don't react like that; it'll fuel more delusions!
"A-Anyway, we're not dating. Don't misunderstand."
"Don't lie! You were kissing right in front of us!"
"Th-That was… just a bet, that kind of thing!"
I fudged it as a penalty game. Suspect all you want; I'm denying it.
"No, our eyes work fine? We saw you going beyond kissing."
"Beyond kissing? What was I supposedly doing?"
They flushed crimson and clammed up at my counter.
"Obviously se—."
"Aaah! Stop!"
"Pervert!!"
Correction: one bold one in the mix.
Anyway, chaotic, but their interruption wasn't all bad. Honestly, a tad risky. Humans are hormonal beasts—mood sweeps you into doing stuff you'd never normally.
If they'd stayed away… I'd have controlled it, but still dicey.
Mood's killed anyway; reward's plenty. Time to call it, wipe mouths clean, and part ways.
Gonna sleep early tonight. Weird thoughts keep bubbling up.
"……."
Sleep wouldn't come. No matter how long I kept my eyes shut, consciousness wouldn't sink; just an unbearable itch spreading from deep inside, tickling my whole body.
Checked the time. An hour since last check.
Damn.
I peeked out from the covers, glancing at Kiru. Steady snores—seems asleep. But does something barely biological need sleep? Or just faking human for show? Suspicious.
"…Haa."
Body's crawling. The flame from that afternoon kiss with Yujin won't die. This frail body flips the switch on a kiss but won't turn off automatically. Defectively made.
Pussy won't dry; panties soaked. Clit's erect, rubbing with every shift, chills up my spine.
This itch won't fade overnight. Solution? Masturbation, obviously.
God, I hate it.
Masturbating in a woman's body. As a guy, jerked off daily no issue. But since becoming this? Never once. Feels like betraying my past male self.
And triggered by a kiss with Yujin? Too embarrassing.
Pointless act, no gain. Just scratching my own itch feels….
…Huh? Wait, no.
I can spin it with meaning, right?
While Joo Hyowon stared into the night sleepless, Yujin was tossing too. Same reason.
Heart pounding hours later. Persistent erection. Hyowon's lewd, cute face looping in his mind. Dragging a 20-year-old's consciousness to dreamland? Tough.
Some saint rolled in rose thorns to quell lust. Felt like he'd need that to calm down.
His phone buzzed. Late call—odd. Opened it: Joo Hyowon calling.
Dashed to the bathroom, lowered his voice, answered.
"Sorry for the late hour. Were you asleep?"
"Nah. I was up too—can't sleep. What's up?"
Sounds like lovers. Yujin grinned, knowing she'd scold him for thinking it.
Hearing her voice soothed his lust, brought peace—sleep soon.
…Total delusion.
"…Hey, wanna watch me masturbate?"
Utterly, completely wrong.