No One Bathes in Cold Water
Soyeon wore that expression, but… as if she could be sorry. A person who felt sorry wouldn't keep trying to grab the other person's ass. That was one of the reasons I was glad I'd changed my mind.
I padded off toward the shower. Naturally, no one was there. Of course, that didn't mean everyone else had fallen asleep, so it was a little risky—but who would deliberately wash with cold water when warm was available?
"Hehhi."
I pulled her pants down. When I stripped the underwear too—soaked and ruined with precum—that massive thing sprang up and struck my lips.
…The thought that something like that had been inside my body made me shiver all over. Probably just the cold shower, I told myself.
"…You're so wet. Hehe…"
I said it, and took hold of the shaft as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Ahn…"
Soyeon turned her head. Was she actually embarrassed? Well—there were people who couldn't feel shame at all unless the lights were off.
I stroked the shaft gently. Then I simply pressed a short kiss to the head.
A clear bead welled up and clung to the tip—a tip so imposing that even looking at it head-on felt like more than this life and the last combined could prepare you for.
Well. That was only natural. Even if it was your own, staring at it straight on wasn't easy. Maybe with a mirror in front of you—but who would do that?
People said it was something that happened to women sometimes. Honestly, men weren't any different. To see it right up close, you'd either have to look at someone else's, or rig two phones together, and otherwise…
Ugh.
I kissed it again. At least this wasn't a man's. The owner was a being you couldn't cleanly call male or female anyway.
Maybe, given the volume and the size, all of her masculinity was concentrated right here.
Everywhere else was a complete woman's shape, after all.
Her lines seemed a little thicker, maybe—but that was probably just in comparison to this body of mine, which I'd only recently acquired.
"…"
Chuuup.
It wasn't easy. Taking into my mouth something that jerked so hard the moment my lips touched it that it felt ready to punch me in the gut—that was the difficulty.
Looked at another way, the revulsion was only that much. Even if I'd been a real woman, I would have felt this much disgust, wouldn't I? I told myself it was just the ordinary aversion to a cock against my mouth, and parted my lips a little.
"Ah—!"
When I rubbed the head left and right between my barely opened lips, Soyeon made that sound.
"Hh…"
Right. How many videos had I watched by now?
I stuck my tongue out long and dragged it across the head. When I worked the underside of the slit hard with my tongue, the thing twitched and twitched, trying to slip free of my grip as if it wanted to run.
I caught the shaft in my hand again and stroked it hard while I kept at it. A salty, faintly sticky fluid began to gather in my mouth.
"Ah, ahh— w-wait. U-Unni…!"
Soyeon grabbed my head, almost cute about it. She kept trying to pull her hips back, so I leaned with her.
With Soyeon's strength, shoving me off would have been easy—so she must have wanted more.
I put just a little pressure in my throat and worked my tongue so those wet, lewd sounds came out. My tongue hurt. The root of it was starting to ache when—
"I-I'm gonna cum…!"
"Hehh."
And what was I supposed to do about that? I kept moving my tongue.
So—throb. Throb. Throoob—
I felt the intermittent surges of force, and then liquid shot full into my mouth—
"…"
"Hhk—!"
"…Uh—"
Spurt. The jet that slammed into my soft palate was so much I knew at once that swallowing alone would never be enough to take it.
At the same time. The memory of a moment ago. The feeling of eating food topped with cum and being filmed while I did it—that memory, no, that emotion, threatened to surface.
Cum hanging in the throat never goes down clean; it coats the esophagus in a sticky film. Liquid that refuses to stop no matter how much you swallow. The thing firing hard—spurt, spurt.
"Khhk—"
I tried to breathe too soon and coughed. Not that she could stop mid-orgasm with an oops, sorry. If anything, the instinct to push it as deep as possible—
The head was already all the way inside my mouth.
"Ubgh—"
There was far too much fluid to swallow into my stomach, so of course it spilled out both corners of my lips in a thin, weak viscosity. I was sure some of it was going up my nose. Sure enough, I felt the sensation of snot running.
The taste of cum was awful. The sheer bulk of what filled my mouth made it hard to move my tongue, which I almost counted as a mercy. With my stomach and throat and mouth all feeling packed with semen, working my tongue would only raise the odds of throwing up.
So I just held still and kept it in my mouth. The surging force gradually eased, the frequency dropped—
Then a slight stagger. Soyeon's body swayed a little, as if her legs had given out.
"…"
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Only after three separate swallows could I finally breathe again.
"…Bhehhp. Hek. Hehhp…"
Breath came back. And with it—wow—the overwhelming smell of cum. I tried to swallow spit, but my throat was so clogged it wouldn't go down.
Drip—
Saliva ran to the floor. The thing in front of me, when I glanced at it, was still standing firm and aimed at me.
"…U-Unni. Are you… okay?"
Soyeon's voice reached me. Then a hand settled on my shoulder, carrying a measure of actual concern.
Not bad.
"Heh, hehp. I-I'm fine."
So I answered like that.
Of course one round was never going to be enough.
So for the second play, Soyeon moved with the clear intent of using my chest.
"…L-Like this…?"
"Yeah. Yeah…"
I stripped off my clothes, spread them under my knees, and held a half-risen, awkward posture so my heels wouldn't touch my ass. That was the only way the height even roughly matched.
That cum-slicked thing came closer. The smell—well. I was used to it by now; it didn't hit as hard. The problem was the heat. Something hot enough to burn pressed hard into my chest (slippery with the cum already running down it).
"Euh…"
It was a strange feeling. No matter how you looked at it, these breasts were nowhere near enough to wrap around that thing. For the original owner—no. Better stop thinking that way.
Anyway, I had a modest chest, but not large enough to actually move around anything.
In practice, it felt more like she was rubbing against my ribs…
"Euh, uk. Ik…"
Every time her hips moved, the head bumped my chin. When I lifted my face to look, I found Soyeon locked on my eyes, trying hard to burn the whole scene into her memory.
Well. Did it matter? If she was satisfied, that was fine.
My body rocked hard front to back. Of course it did—I was taking every thrust of that lust-drunk hip work through my upper body.
The slippery sensation of the whole length raking back and forth over my chest… my bones, whatever—it was oddly abstract. There was definitely no pleasure in it at all.
At least with my mouth there had been the ache at the root of my tongue, some sense of effort. With this, I really didn't have to do anything.
If it was going to be like this, it didn't even have to be me—I stayed still enough that the thought crossed my mind—but Soyeon didn't care and kept working her hips. When I raised my eyes, the undersides of her breasts swinging in time looked almost violent…
And that was all it was.
"Ah, Unni, Unnii…"
"Yeees. Hehe…"
"C-Can I cum? Hm? Can I—"
"Sure, sure. Hi."
Our eyes met. And then—spurt—
"Euh, kyah…?!"
I couldn't help being startled. Unlike when it had burst inside my mouth, there was no reason this jet aimed at my chin should feel familiar.
It was like being shot by a wide-mouthed syringe, and then that unplaceable sense of living heat hit my jaw and ran down over my collarbones and all across my chest.
Somehow it seemed even thicker than before.
"Euh, euh…"
Spurt.
"Hik…!"
Spurt—
"Ukh…!"
Strange sounds came out of me. Having it shot straight onto my skin was a first. …Even if it had once exploded right in front of my lips.
…That time had been in a shower too, I was pretty sure. Or at least a changing room, so a different space, maybe.
"…Haa…"
"…I-I came— euhk…!"
Whether she'd been lulling me or not, Soyeon found one more surge. The last jet that hit my chin didn't run; I felt it hanging there, clinging to my jaw.
"…"
"Ahn, U-Unni…?"
"…Yeees?"
"…C-Could you smile just once…? I-It's kind of a fantasy of mine…"
……I smiled. Soyeon stared as if she meant to burn me into memory.
The problem was that my body was starting to get seriously cold. No matter how hot the liquid had been coming out of her, it didn't take long to cool, and as it dried it stiffened into something rough and strange.
"…W-Wash me."
I said it.
"Huh? Ah, yeah! O-Okay!"
Soyeon answered awkwardly.
…
I hung my head. I must have looked wrecked. From under my nose I was covered in cum. I hoped it wouldn't soak in and leave a smell.
There was far too much on me for tissue or a towel, so in the end—same as that other day—we held each other and washed with water warmed against Soyeon's body.
Except Soyeon herself wouldn't press close properly, as if her own cum were dirty.
Pff. I let out a laugh.
And at that—throb. The thing stood up again.
"…"
I wished she would stop answering with that insistent throbbing.