Chapter 17: Anniversary
Chapter 17: Anniversary
When had anyone ever touched me with such delicate care?
A soft touch swept down over my chest.
As slowly and delicately as moving tofu or pudding.
The hand traced down from my chest, over my solar plexus and across my abs, then hesitated and slowly withdrew.
And whether that was her limit or not, she stopped dead, having no idea what to do next.
In this matriarchal society where women held most of the sexual initiative, here was a man lying defenseless, arms open, waiting for her to do as she pleased—and she had frozen, not knowing how to handle a man.
Seeing her pretty face flushed with a vague mix of confusion and frustration, I thought she might be inwardly berating herself: 'You can't even take what's handed to you, you useless idiot...'
To me, it just looked like the pure innocence of someone who knew nothing about men.
Still, maybe because she felt she had to do something as a woman, or maybe she just wanted to touch me.
Her trembling hand approached my chest again.
This time, her touch was bolder, stroking toward my nipple.
Maybe the fact that a man's chest is shaped differently from a woman's was what sparked her curiosity.
Since she appeared to have forgotten everything else and was just toying with my chest, I quietly laid my hand over the back of hers.
Only then did her dark eyes lift to meet mine.
The way her expression instantly clouded over, revealing exactly what she was thinking, was truly adorable.
"Do you like my chest that much?"
"Well, uh..."
The way her eyes darted around, at a loss for words, made me want to tease her.
I gently pressed her hand downward, guiding it from my chest to my navel, and then lower.
Loose shorts and underwear with no belt.
Underneath, a massive thing that couldn't be hidden by two thin layers of cloth was squirming and twitching.
Jesus. My old body hadn't been lacking down there either, but this was on another level.
A thing so huge I found myself wondering what kind of being I was in Han Ye-ji's fantasies.
It was plastered against my thigh, already making its presence known even before I'd pulled down my pants, let alone my underwear.
At this size, I had to wonder if she'd modeled it on someone from the Southern Continent rather than the Eastern Continent.
If I was shocked, how must Han Ye-ji feel with her hand resting on top of it?
When the thing twitched from the soft stimulation, she gave a startled 'Eep!' and flinched, her shoulders shuddering slightly.
Her hand, however, didn't retreat.
"Wow... it's so big and hot..."
Even more delicate than when she'd been tracing my skin, as if she were carefully lifting a block of silken tofu.
She didn't so much grasp it as she laid her hand on top and stroked it lightly.
And simultaneously, my lower half sprang up in response to the tantalizing stimulation.
"It's a little uncomfortable. Won't you take it off for me?"
If I'd followed my impulse, I would have pushed that blushing, helpless young body onto her back and ravished her as I pleased.
But that would be no different from the barbaric days of the apocalypse, so I held back.
This luxurious leisure was exactly what made me realize I wasn't in that ruined world anymore.
"Okay, I'll take them off," she whispered, then immediately reached out.
As if defusing a bomb, Han Ye-ji grasped the waistband with both hands and slowly tugged my pants down.
But even though they were loose, the waistband still snagged on my towering erection.
The thing was so rigid that it blocked my pants from coming down; it bobbed, and she flinched again as if something had just materialized in front of her face.
Then she audibly gulped, grabbed the waistbands of both my pants and underwear together, and pulled them off.
I lifted my hips a little to help slide them off.
Then, as if freeing itself from a suffocating restraint, my cock jutted up right in front of her face.
At a glance, it was the size of a monster cock that could only exist in a dream.
Not just Han Ye-ji, even I was startled by its imposing size.
How to put it—it was like in a man's wet dream, when a gorgeous blonde foreigner appears with breasts bigger than watermelons.
Was this truly something only possible in a dream?
While I was thinking that, her two hands reached out again, this time delicately.
A little too rough to call them a girl's hands, but so soft that comparing them to the women of the apocalypse would be an insult to those women.
Those uncalloused hands gently wrapped around my cock.
Unlike a man's broad chest, she seemed aware that this hard, elongated lump of flesh was a vital spot, and she stroked my shaft up and down with far greater care.
The fact that it was uncircumcised yet the foreskin had pulled back on its own without needing to be retracted—was that because of the porn she'd watched?
After fiddling with my cock, her face suddenly flushed bright red and she ducked her head.
At the same time, I felt a hot breath at the tip of my glans.
I looked down, half worried she might accidentally scrape me with a tooth, half hopeful that she was going to use her mouth from the start.
But she wouldn't meet my eyes.
As if she couldn't bear to look away, she fixed her gaze on my cock and slowly brought her lips to it.
The tip of my glans, so sensitive I could feel even the sharp intake of her breath, met a hot, moist sensation.
"Ah..."
"Mmm..."
Han Ye-ji seemed to find it hotter than expected too; she pulled back once, then approached again.
This time, a tiny pink tongue darted out from between her slightly parted lips.
Like tasting an unfamiliar ice cream, the very tip of her tongue lightly licked my cock and then vanished.
Maybe because it was a dream, there was no unpleasant taste or the saltiness of human skin, and her tongue peeked out again.
Did my deep sigh give her confidence?
Her tongue, which had been lapping as lightly as a cat drinking water, gradually extended its range in response to my breathing.
From the tip of the glans to the ridge, then to the groove beneath, and along the throbbing shaft.
Perhaps the shallow, ticklish stimulation kept making it twitch, making licking difficult, so her hands came back to grasp the base of my cock.
The grip was a little firmer than before, a pleasant pressure.
The adorable sight of her, one hand cupping beneath my balls and the other gripping my cock as she licked, tested my patience again.
But once again I held back, leaned against the sofa, and stroked Han Ye-ji's hair.
If I'd given in to impulse, I would have grabbed her head and thrust deep, but as I'd thought earlier, that would be so uncouth.
Sex conducted with nothing but pure desire and affection, free from threat of death, despair, or frustration.
Blissful time with a naive girl where no matter how leisurely we spent it, no one would come after us, and no matter how lost we became, there was no danger to our lives.
I wasn't stupid enough to break this luxurious happiness by moving on a whim just because I couldn't hold back a brief urge.
Whether her confidence grew or her lust caught fire, her actions escalated.
With a wet 'chup,' her mouth barely managed to swallow just the glans.
As she bobbed and moved, teeth faintly grazing, a wave of pleasure surged up from the base of my spine.
I wasn't so fragile that a few clumsy tongue strokes would make me come.
Thinking that, I barely held back and looked down to see her passionate eyes watching me.
Right, of course—if you're having a sexy dream, you'd probably fantasize about easily sending your partner over the edge.
Looking into those eyes filled with strange desire, I came right there inside her small mouth.
"Mmff, hack...!"
"Haa... I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."
"I-it's okay!"
A load so enormous her small mouth couldn't hold it all.
At this point I started to worry that Han Ye-ji's head was filled with mistaken sexual knowledge picked up solely from porn.
In my old world, virgins with nothing but porn-derived knowledge had caused chaos by handling the Neutral Zone's whores roughly.
She spat the semen from her mouth into her hand, looked lost, then suddenly produced a wet tissue and cleaned it all up, before staring blankly at my lower half.
Given this was a dream, not reality, there was no way it would wilt after just one round.
As I looked at my cock, which had sprung right back up as if nothing happened, I smiled softly and tempted her again.
Because the overflowing lust wasn't hers alone.
"So, are you planning to end it here, satisfied with that?"
"No."
She wiped her damp palm on her thigh, then in one motion stripped off her pants and underwear and tossed them aside.
That utterly unsexy, indifferent motion, combined with her earlier flustered ignorance about men, somehow gave off a strong erotic scent.
A world where muscle mass, body fat, and strength had reversed between the genders, but average height hadn't changed.
Seeing her under the living room lights, I was reminded that she was small.
No, to be precise, I'd gotten too big.
Had she focused so much on imagining my body that she hadn't put much thought into her own? Before me stood an ordinary high school girl.
Calling her ordinary seemed to sell her short—a lean body without an ounce of extra fat, a narrow waist faintly showing the lines of an 11-shaped abs.
No skin tumors from Infection, no ingrained filth from months without washing, no scars from shrapnel, blades, or creatures.
So, it was the body of an ordinary high school girl who had lived an ordinary, peaceful life.
That unblemished body crept closer and then climbed on top of me.
I silently watched the sublime sight of her slowly lowering herself onto my cock, which had risen again and was bobbing eagerly.
Hidden behind a sparse patch of hair, her precious place slowly but surely swallowed my cock.
A hot, wet pleasure crept up from the tip of the glans.
This time, the sensation was so vivid I was relieved she wasn't fantasizing about me coming instantly.
"Yes, you're doing well. A little more effort."
I took hold of Han Ye-ji's hands, which were hovering awkwardly as if she were mid-squat.
Our fingers interlaced, and I slowly pulled her toward me.
A soft sensation pressed against my chest, and her ragged panting sounded right in my ear.
"That's it, slowly, good..."
A girl not even 170cm tall, straddling a muscular man easily over 180cm, her ass and legs trembling as she managed to ride him.
And yet, the one being ravished was the man, and the ravager, the woman.
Perhaps reassured by the feel of bare skin against bare skin, Han Ye-ji gradually lifted her hips.
It was a monumental moment: the first time she took me without being lost in a dream.