Overwriting (5)
Overwriting (5)
A sudden pang of hunger makes me clutch my churning stomach and gulp.
Right in front of me lies Monia's limp, exhausted cock.
Usually, someone else's would be gross, but it looks so delicious I can't help but salivate.
Maybe it's because my brain has turned to mush.
I'm hungry, and since I'm borrowing this place, I shouldn't make too much of a mess.
Having shifted my thinking in a direction it normally wouldn't go, I stick my tongue out—bleh—and lightly touch the tip of her cock.
A single drop of the sticky semen still remaining touches my tongue, and instead of a gross or fishy taste, the flavor of a sweet dessert spreads through my mouth.
My growling stomach, as if saying "this is it!", gets excited and demands more, which is a bonus.
I push the now-limp and soft cock into my mouth and, like sucking a thick straw of a dense smoothie, slurp, suck!
"Ugh..., wait..., that spot is sensitive right now..."
Ignoring Monia's pained moan, I eagerly beg for the cum, and heavy, concentrated clumps are sucked out, flowing out with a glug-glug sound.
Wow..., to think she left this much in her urethra even after splattering it all over the floor! Glad I cleaned up!
Pop. I pull the cock, which had filled my mouth, out and chew on the white stuff filling my mouth... It's thicker than I thought, so it's hard to swallow in one go without gnawing on it with my teeth.
After mixing it well with saliva to dilute the concentration, I swallow the semen, and the feeling of my stomach filling up makes me feel good on its own.
"Haa... Thanks for the meal..."
"Hmm? Honey, did you eat that?"
"No, well... I didn't have anywhere to spit it out... so I just ate it, hehe."
I avert my gaze, beating around the bush because I'm afraid she'll think it's weird if I say I ate it because it was delicious.
Before I knew it, Monia's cock had disappeared.
Just a normally smooth, brown pussy glistening prettily.
"Hmph... Only this much..."
"Hm? What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing. Just talking to myself."
"What the... Wait, when did the time pass like this?"
"Hmph. True. I didn't even realize time was passing while playing with you, honey."
Was that act something you could just brush off as "playing"?
As I look at her with suspicious eyes, Monia curls the corners of her lips and smiles seductively.
"Shall we play a little more?"
"Nooo..., I'm tired. I want to wash up and sleep."
"Just a little more. Or shall we wash together?"
"No thanks. Wasn't that enough?"
"Nope, it wasn't enough for me."
"Wait, I want to rest! —Kyaa!"
Monia snatches me up as I try to refuse and head to the shower, carrying me straight to the bedroom.
In the face of an S-rank ability user's immense superhuman strength, all I can do is flail my arms and legs.
The night, spent panting and thrashing my limbs thanks to Monia, was very deep.
Should I call it a relief, though?
The unfortunate incident of that vicious thing that threatened me reappearing didn't happen.
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Licking, inserting fingers, licking ears, and blowing a puff of air, making the Director bounce her waist in delight.
Monia felt boundless joy watching the Director play into her hands.
Making the person she loves happy—even if it was an act that only pursued pleasure—the Director's reactions were enough to make Monia happy.
In the pitch-black early morning, the Director's sleeping face, illuminated by the faint light of a mood lamp after turning off the main lights for the atmosphere, enters Monia's gaze.
Beneath it, the intense passion of the night remained.
Red marks engraved on snow-white skin.
Monia lets out a crooked smile as she looks at the petals that bloomed only in places that could be covered if one was determined to, persistently targeting below the collarbone.
"Hehe... How can she be this cute?"
Between the small, rhythmic breathing, there are occasional snoring sounds, likely from being tired from squeezing her muscles, which looks incredibly cute to Monia.
The hickeys were Monia's consideration for the Director, but they also served as a kind of territorial marking.
Hwaran. A message to that cheeky wench.
It's a signal that the Director is mine now, and not to touch her. Of course, the Director wouldn't know that.
Once she regained her composure, the notification windows floating above the Director's head finally caught Monia's eye.
Multiple layers of notification windows announcing a level up. And on the status window, a number higher than the previous one was written.
The Climax count, which was previously 17, had 18 added by Monia's hand, displaying a total of 35.
She could have done more, but the Director's stamina couldn't hold up, and since she was starting to complain of soreness rather than pleasure, she had no choice but to stop forcibly.
However, Monia decided to be satisfied that the count had increased by one more time than Hwaran's.
"But... why didn't the 'Sex' count increase?"
It was a puzzling matter.
Isn't sex between two women just biting and sucking each other?
She had even inserted two fingers to mess up the inside of her vagina, and by overlapping their pussies in a so-called scissoring position, she had crushed their clitorises against each other.
Isn't this sex?
But the cold, unfeeling status window seemed to judge those as fake sex.
Monia felt disappointed.
The fact that she couldn't officially take the Director's first experience even after doing all this. Still, since she knew there was a surefire way to have it, she decided to postpone that day's joy for a while.
"That was... definitely a male organ."
The foreign object that appeared in her crotch.
Monia had lived a busy life, so she had no time to spend with the opposite sex. In the first place, she wasn't interested in that side.
It was work, work, work all the time, and the rest of the time was spent thinking of or missing the Director. And most of that time was usually spent masturbating while missing the Director.
As she dug and dug and dug into her own body, she somehow became an expert on the female body, but since she could make the Director happy, it wasn't a waste of time.
Plus, now a male organ appears too.
Even she thinks it's incredibly gross, but since she can use it to fuck the Director, that's not a bad thing in its own way.
It's not like she'll have it all the time; it's a very, very convenient male organ that only appears when she's with the Director.
"She ate it so deliciously..."
Under the soft lighting, the Director's small, plump lips glisten.
The image of her biting the limp cock like someone crazy for dick and sucking the semen deliciously overlaps on top of it.
Munch, munch, gulp.
The clear smile that didn't even seem to think about hiding her joy after chewing it thoroughly and evaluating the taste.
Monia was also curious about the taste, so when she smelled it while cleaning the party room's living room, she almost fainted.
The fishy and foul smell that rose faintly pierced her nose, so even though it came from her own body, she barely endured the disgust and cleaned while keeping her head as far away as possible.
"Well... I don't taste my own either."
She just barely manages to shower with a body made languid by masturbation, and doesn't think to eat what's on her fingers.
In that sense, one could see the Director as having a strong stomach.
If you had seen the way she licked her fingers covered in her own love juice as if it were delicious, most would have agreed with Monia's thought.
"Ugh... I did it like crazy for the first time in a while, so I'm so sleepy... Hehe, next time we see each other, I'll really fuck you."
At the sharp determination, the sleeping Director's brow twitches.
It seems she got goosebumps even in her sleep.
Monia lies down next to the Director and closes her eyes, hugging the Director who is damp and covered in things that could be sweat or love juice.
S-rank ability users are always busy, and among them, the Gung Office takes on only the most difficult and complex operations, so it's rare for Monia to have time like this.
When she'll be able to see the Director again. It's not clear.
Still, Monia was happy.
Not only did she see the Director, but they also mixed bodies. The heartless status window judged it as masturbating each other rather than mixing.
It didn't matter.
The favorability, which had been hovering around 10, exceeded 60 tonight, so it was quite an achievement.
Plus, didn't she get plenty of material for masturbation?
The Director's sobbing voice, the stubbornly closed pussy that looked prettier than she imagined, the breasts that weren't big but were swollen just right for eating.
The pussy that was biting her fingers or the clitoris that was standing up, expecting to be teased, the sweet love juice that was vomited out like a seizure wherever she pressed.
Or the voluptuous waist movements as she rubbed her pussy against her cock, or the gaze that would sneakily look at her while sucking the cock as if it were delicious.
There wasn't a single thing to throw away.
If she were to divide them one by one and use them as side dishes, she wouldn't get tired of masturbating for a lifetime, let alone a year.
Because it was an incredibly lewd appearance that she couldn't even see in her imagination, or rather, not even in Monia's imagination until now.
"Sleep well, and dream of me."
Smooch.
A light peck on the cheek that makes all the sticky things until now seem pale in comparison.
That infinitely light act carried more weight than any of the lewd things they had done so far.
Whether she knows it or not, the Director, who is asleep without a care in the world, and Monia, who slowly closes her sleepy eyelids to the rhythm of her breathing next to her.
For Monia, today was a perfect day.