Proust Phenomenon and Dopamine 2.
"Nngh..."
A soundless moan caught in her throat. As I pushed into her tight hole, her inner walls clamped down hard. The virgin pussy gripped the tip with unyielding resistance.
Whoa. This is killer.
Her nails dug into my back, but she didn't push me away. Instead, her slender legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. I felt a firm barrier. Her hymen. I paused there, gazing at her face. Tears welled in her eyes. It hurt, but her gaze begged me to continue.
"Ahhng."
I thrust in once more, and agony twisted her features like she was being torn apart. Yet her thighs spread wider, welcoming me. Her small stature made her insides impossibly narrow and scorching hot. The walls squeezed me, resisting full entry. Each slow push made her pussy twitch and tighten.
What the hell? This grip...
Every time my glans pressed against her hymen, she bit her lip. The deeper I went, the more her depths writhed, as if rejecting me while drawing me in further.
"Hnght!"
With a sharp cry, her hymen tore with a faint pop. She squeezed her eyes shut, but her hips bucked, taking me even deeper. Virgin blood mixed with her juices, soaking our joined parts with wet schlurps.
Definitely tight as fuck.
Tears streamed from her eyes as I breached the thin membrane. Her face screamed pain, but her legs locked tighter around me. In thanks for enduring it so well, I kissed her small lips.
Mwah. Schlurp schlurp. Lick.
I held still for a moment, giving her time to adjust. Her tiny walls needed to stretch. Meanwhile, I nipped her earlobe, kissed her nape, and teased her nipples softly. I felt her tension easing bit by bit.
Squelch. Squelch.
Gentle thrusts began. When I first rocked my hips, bright red blood trickled from our union. Proof of her purity. Evidence that I was her first man.
Real virgin pussy, alright.
Hiss... A spritz of Febreze, and her insides changed dramatically. The walls contracted hotly around me, and her cervix, once resistant, now pulsed welcomingly at my glans. Pleasure overtook the pain; her hips started moving rhythmically.
Her walls are moving? Fuck. This is a legendary pussy.
Using the Proust phenomenon was a stroke of genius. The Febreze scent had become her trigger. Her 155cm frame gave me total dominance, like cradling a doll. I wrapped my arms around her tiny torso. Her B-cup breasts, peeking from her uniform shirt, fit perfectly in my palm. Circling her pink nipples made her depths clench harder.
Squelch squelch squelch. Squelch. Squelch squelch.
With each thrust, her small tits jiggled side to side. Sweat beaded on her belly, dripping to our union. Her pussy grew hotter. What had been rigid squeezing now milked my precum greedily, slick with nectar. Her cervix battered my glans with wet plaps.
"Hng... haa..."
Her face scrunched in ecstasy, hips instinctively grinding. Her pupils dilated with newfound pleasure, empty eyes now brimming with lust.
You're loving this too, huh?
I slipped my tongue between her parted lips, and she accepted it eagerly. As our tongues tangled, her pussy clamped fiercer. Her womb seemed to bloom open, her whole body quivering. At climax, her back arched like a bow. Her legs spasmed, pussy irregularly squeezing to milk me. Precum already leaked from the tip.
Fuck. Take it. My cum.
I couldn't hold back. Liberation exploded deep inside her. Gush gush. Splurt splurrrt! Hot semen flooded her womb. It sucked it in like a mouth. A drop of drool escaped her lips, toes curling in orgasm.
Splurt splurt!!
As hot cum filled her, her body shuddered violently, like an electric shock. Her heartbeat thrummed against me: thump-thump-thump-thump. Thump-thump-thump. Thump-thump. We stayed locked together for a while. Her racing heart gradually calmed. Leaning into my chest, she looked impossibly small and fragile. White semen mixed with red virgin blood leaked from our union, trickling pink down her pale thighs. Proof of her innocence—and our bond.
Proof of Creampie
Floating above her head
Her womb, brimming with semen, slightly bloated her lower belly. Her pale face flushed crimson. Sweat-matted bangs clung to her forehead. I brushed them aside gently, and she smiled—not the mechanical Joker grin, but a shy, genuine one. Her eyes sparkled with life, no longer empty glass beads. Like the hamster had truly returned. She still couldn't speak, but her gaze held warmth. I wanted to cherish her more, the girl who'd given me her first.
To think I'd deflowered her. Fuck.
Faint red streaks still trickled between her thighs. White fluid dripped as she headed to the bathroom, her gait awkward from the pain. Her careful steps tugged at my heart. She clenched her legs to keep my seed inside, like treasuring it.
I soaked a towel in warm water and wiped her thighs. They remained flushed red—traces of her first time. As I stroked gently, she rested her forehead on my shoulder.
Hiss... Febreze again, and tension melted from her shoulders. The scent was now our special signal: safe, trustworthy, at ease.
As I tried to redress her in her uniform, she pushed my hand away lightly. She buttoned it herself but stayed glued to me, one hand clutching my arm while the other worked. Like a toddler learning to walk—independent yet needy. Her 155cm height nestled perfectly against my chest, and she leaned there contentedly. A gurgle rose from her belly—her womb churning my seed, preparing for pregnancy. She nuzzled me like a cat, skirt smoothed but body pressed closer. As I stepped from the counter, her small hand grabbed my clothes. Her upturned eyes pleaded: Don't go. Stay.
She tiptoed, rubbing her face against my nape, sniffing. Hamster-like, adorable. Whether scent-checking or just affectionate, it was endearing. Still clamping her legs, she held my hand tightly, walking with me behind the counter. Her pinky tickled my palm playfully. Despite the discomfort, she expressed love in her own way.
...?
Suddenly, she offered her right cheek, shy yet bold. A silent demand for a kiss. No longer passive. Like emotions long frozen had bloomed girlishly. I pecked it, and her face blushed apple-red, ears included. She burrowed deeper into my arms, warmer, closer.
What the hell? This demon's fucking adorable.
At the counter, she wrapped her arms around my waist—or tried; her small arms couldn't fully encircle, but the effort was heart-melting. Claiming me. Her steps remained cautious, but now a smile lit her face amid the ache, cherishing the traces.
When I looked worried, she shook her head: I'm fine.
I stepped away briefly to the bathroom. In that short time, her natural movements froze.
What the??
She halted like a machine powering down, staring blankly ahead from the counter.
Fuck.
Back to the shell. Eye contact brought the Joker smile.
Damn... Wasn't her brain staying activated?
After some time, she reverted fully—blank expression, empty eyes, repeating tasks mechanically. The hamster with her dopamine-induced natural smile had slipped back into the shell.
Then...
Hiss... Febreze wafted, and her vacant eyes sparkled. Miraculous. She looked up slowly, gaze filling with fathomless sensuality.
This is it. The Proust phenomenon!
Febreze was now her trigger, and I her desire. The scent turned her into a woman in heat for me. She pulled my hand to her waist. Despite her height, her curves were perfect. Her ass felt soft and hot through the skirt. Silently, she followed my touch. Tracing her uniform-clad form, her breaths grew ragged. Pain lingered, yet her body responded instinctively. Her small size was an advantage—I lifted her onto the counter, our eyes level. Lust now burned in those once-empty orbs. Her skirt hiked, exposing pale thighs, but no shame.
"Hnghut?"
Her lower lips were swollen red. Despite the soreness, pressing her clit with a finger made her hips buck with a moan. She spread her legs, drawing me nearer. Maiden shyness gone, mature sensuality bloomed. Her breaths deepened. The tight space had me lifting her again, burning like fresh campus lovers post-first time. We ignited once more.
Snug. Her feather-light body nestled naturally. Pinning her to the wall enabled deeper union. Her size aligned us perfectly. Legs locked fiercer around me. Back against the wall, she surrendered fully. Instinctual lust ruled over first-time tension.
Hiss... The scent spread, her depths scorching hotter. Deep contractions pulsed stronger, rhythmic like a heartbeat. Unbelievable for a newbie—her body learned fast. Teasing her breasts arched her back bow-like. Fingers gripped the wall, toes lifting off the floor. Utterly mine, she delved deeper into pleasure.
Schlurp. Schlurp schluuuurp.
Her small nipples danced between my lips and tongue; the hamster panted, head tossing. Sweat trailed her nape.
Whoa. Pussy's gripping like a vice.
Her hips moved fluidly now, seeking pleasure instinctively. Against the wall, she set her rhythm. Her womb plummeted. Massive reaction.
"Hnguu..."
Nails raked my back—begging harder, deeper. Feet off the ground, fully surrendered.
Hiss... With Febreze, her moan choked in her throat. Speechless, but senses sharpened. Deep squeezes intensified.
Squeeeeze.
One hand supported her waist, the other kneaded her swollen B-cups. Firm nipples like stones; each tongue flick clenched her tight.
"Hnguu~ hnguu~ hngaaa~♥"
Mysterious moans thickened. Nearing climax, her body bowed. Back peeled from the wall, chest thrusting toward me. Uniform draped loosely off her shoulders.
"Haaaang~"
Pressed hard to the wall, she burned hotter. Kissing now, her tongue danced aggressively. Shyness vanished; raw desire dominated. Snap! One hand gripped a tit, the other her ass. Back arched, she yielded completely. Sweat-damp hair stuck to her forehead. Squelch squelch. Lewd sounds from our union; fluids trailed her thighs. Once mannequin-stiff, she now blazed alive. Hips hunted my cock avidly. No trace of pain—pure ecstasy on her face. Uniform bunched at her waist.
Hiss... Febreze opened her womb wide. Glans battering the cervix curled her toes. Pleasure erased first-time pain.
Her silent lips moved suddenly.
"A bit... harder."
Goosebumps exploded.