Hatching (5)
Cheonsol stared at my cock like a virgin who'd never had sex in her life. For someone who'd already been through pregnancy and childbirth, what was this about? She'd crash-coursed her way through sex, so her fundamentals were a complete mess.
"Is this lady meant to suck on this? Would drinking blood from here suffice?"
"Like ice cream. Oh, you guys have ice cream in your world, right?"
"Of course we do. Shall this lady bite into it?"
"Then I'd actually die."
"Heh heh heh."
Only when I saw Cheonsol's faint smile did I realize she was joking. A joke from the always-serious Cheonsol? That was rare as hell.
"Since this is your first blowjob, I'll teach you. First, grab the shaft with your hand and lick from the head."
"Like this?"
The moment her cool hand touched me, my cock flinched in surprise. Finding the twitching fascinating, Cheonsol squeezed and released it, toying with her hand.
"Truly firm and hot. Your body has always run hot, but this part is especially so. With such a thing having entered me… no wonder I mistook it for being burned."
"Thought your pussy was on fire?"
"How vulgar your phrasing is, befitting a Mad Demon."
"You shouldn't say mean things while holding a dick."
To punish her, I poked her cheeks. That frosty sensation against the head… been a while…
"I understand. This lady shall suck it, so stop poking. Are my cheeks not hot enough already?"
"If I put it in, your mouth will get hot too, won't it?"
"This lady is thinking of it as eating hot food. Then… may I lick it like this?"
She lapped at it like a cat drinking hot water, but with a body temperature lower than a human's, that cool, soft tongue sweeping over the head felt pretty damn good.
More than anything, I loved this angle — her sitting there licking my cock while looking up at me. A sight I wanted to treasure for a long time.
But I didn't allocate any brain space for it. Not just today — I'd be seeing this until I got sick of it. Even if the first-time clumsiness faded, wouldn't a richer sensuality be even better?
"Good. Lick a little more boldly."
"Hmm…"
Cheonsol carefully stroked my cock. Not like handling a human body — more like handling a fragile stick of sugar candy.
"How violently it throbs. I can feel the pulsing life force. I thought the heart was the source of life force, but it was this part all along."
"That's right. Men live not by what their heart tells them, but by what their dick tells them."
Why else would ancient emperors and kings neglect state affairs over women? They just couldn't resist the dick's temptation.
That's why religious people deserve respect. They walk the path of faith while holding back their lust. Of course, saintesses are the exception here. Saintesses don't feel like religious people so much as cock-houses.
Come to think of it, the cock-houses of martial arts novel protagonists come from the Seven Dragons and Four Phoenixes — the top twenty young martial artists. I used to dig up smut martial arts novels just to see female masters getting ravaged by lust demons.
And the woman sucking my cock right now was a female master from a martial arts world. That alone was a perfect hundred, but let me ask if there was anything even hotter.
"Did you ever have a rising-star period? Like being one of the Seven Dragons and Four Phoenixes or something?"
"It was not long, but yes. At the tender age of eighteen, this lady was called the Blood Rakshasa. Is that not a truly beautiful epithet?"
The rakshasa I knew was a title stuck on women with cruel, vicious hands. And with "Blood" stuck in front, I could guess just how brutal she'd been.
Sensing my dubious look, Cheonsol hurriedly explained.
"In our world, the blood epithet was not granted to just anyone! This lady is a Vampir, not a human!"
"Don't tell me the blood character goes to the most beautiful woman?"
"Exactly so! It is no boast, but among the hypocrites of the orthodox sects, there was no woman who could match this lady's beauty."
After shouting confidently, Cheonsol suddenly checked my reaction. Carefully gripping my cock, she licked the head while looking up at me.
"…"
"Why do you say nothing?"
"Swallow the head and I'll tell you."
"How truly wicked. Are you not seizing upon this lady's slip of the tongue to tease her?"
"No? Don't you trust me?"
A classic line that any twenty-second-century Korean would immediately call out as bullshit and get serious about. I tried using "You trust me, right?" — which ranked high in the World Cup of things women hate — in my own way.
"I shall try trusting you. Hmm."
Cheonsol, unaware of that line's infamous reputation, innocently took my cock in her mouth. Soft lips, a moist tongue, and that paradoxical sensation from her cold body temperature.
Similar temperature to using an unheated onahole from a VR access kit's adult goods, but completely different. How could an inorganic object and a living Vampir's temperature be the same?
Having swallowed enough for the head to disappear into her mouth, Cheonsol rolled her eyes this way and that, waiting for instructions.
"Lick the head with your tongue like when you were licking earlier. You can keep licking one spot, or swirl it around tasting every corner, or go after the urethra. Ah, stroke the shaft with your hand a bit. Carefully, like brushing that beast I mentioned earlier."
"Ah-hmm."
Her pronunciation was muffled with my cock in her mouth. When Cheonsol spoke or breathed, a soft breeze like a fan's gentle wind brushed against my cock.
Cheonsol sucked, then looked up at me, moved her hand a little, then looked up at me again — extremely cautious.
If I didn't react here, she'd get discouraged and turn even more passive. The stimulation wasn't that strong, but I let out a moan to encourage her.
Then Cheonsol sucked more actively. The tongue that had pulled away the moment it touched the head now clung stubbornly, sweeping from top to bottom.
"Mmm…"
When her thick tongue touched the urethra, and when the relatively pointed tip swept under the head — a real moan came out, not a fake one.
Come to think of it, this was my first time receiving a blowjob too. I got why people came in mouths. The pressure was weaker than a porn game, but this feeling of being served was no joke.
Since she was doing well without special instructions, I should give her the words she wanted.
"Our Cheonsol is pretty, isn't she."
"Hup!"
"Ugh!"
Cheonsol, lighting dual torches in her eyes, put force into her grip. It didn't hurt, but I yelped from surprise. Come to think of it, blowjobs are incredibly dangerous acts.
If a woman gets other ideas, she could tear the dick right off. When ravaging women I meet in battles, I should stick to just the pussy.
"Forgive me! Did it hurt?"
Cheonsol, far more startled than me, urgently asked after my well-being. I should answer honestly.
"No. I was just a little surprised. Actually, that amount of pressure just now was perfect, so hold it like that and shake my cock for me."
"Are you truly all right?"
"My talent is Iron Man. I don't get hurt even when cut by a sword — you think this would make it burst?"
"So that 'Iron Man' you spoke of meant a talent. Understood. This lady shall handle it a bit more roughly, so be careful."
What do I need to be careful about while receiving a handjob-blowjob combo? The moment I thought that, Cheonsol firmly gripped the root of my cock and swallowed it halfway.
Then she lightly scraped with her fangs while shaking her head.
"Ih thih o-hay? Ih thih gooh?"
"Fucking great."
"Hup?"
An ordinary person would have their cock scratched and bleeding freely. But I'm Iron Man. My cock is an iron cock. Like the iron legs of Shaolin Soccer, my cock is that sturdy.
She seemed to intend to shut me up by giving me pain. But she was a hundred years too early to threaten this body. I'd drown her in praise until she died of embarrassment.
"Among all the women I've seen in my life, the prettiest is the Goddess. Celebrities and influencers with millions of fans in our world couldn't match the Goddess's charm either."
Twenty-second-century beauties are slender or skinny. Faces might somehow keep up, but none of them had goddess-tier breasts.
Women with similar chests were a bit chubby, or their breasts sagged, so points got deducted. Game characters had a weird artificial beauty that put me off.
In the end, the only blonde, huge-breasted, slender beauty with every element was Sophia.
"But the moment I saw you, that changed. You're really beautiful."
Cheonsol's movements stopped. Her widely opened, unmoving eyes looked up at me.
"I can't say who's prettier between you and the Goddess. You both have different charms. But what I can say for sure is that among similar people, you're the prettiest."
There's even a song like that. Among the ugly kids, you seem the best-looking.
"Among beautiful! People! Cheonsol! Seems the prettiest!"
"S-stop it!"
Unable to overcome her embarrassment, Cheonsol finally declared surrender. A Vampir with a face dyed bright red, hanging her head? I can't not tease her.
"What's wrong? Don't be embarrassed. It's a plain fact."
"It is so! How shameful! This lady is dying of shame!"
Didn't I say earlier I'd make her die of embarrassment? Mission success.
So now let's have sex.
"If you want to stop, I need your help."
"What must this lady do?"
"First take off your panties. And spread your legs."
After a brief hesitation, Cheonsol rustled her panties off, then spread her legs just the tiniest bit. Was hearing praise more embarrassing than showing her pussy?
Pussy? Cheonsol's pussy was a masterpiece every time I saw it. A tightly closed straight-line pussy. The so-called clenched-line view. Plus pink pussy.
"…What must this lady do next?"
"Repeat after me exactly. Please thrust your cock deep into this Vampir pussy."