The Hypnotized Sexual Relief Committee Member's Ordinary Day (7)
Laia
“Ah, um, c-come on in, Laia.”
A new person had appeared who needed my help, so trivial questions like whether I was the academy’s hypnotized onahole or Sexual Relief Committee Member were pushed out of my head.
“Did you sleep well last night? I didn’t handle you too roughly, did I?”
“It’s fine. I slept well.”
In truth it wasn’t so much sleeping as passing out from climax, but anyway.
Laia was a lycanthrope, a demon race that carried both wolf and human traits.
Her body was completely human, yet grey wolf ears poked through her grey hair, and a wolf tail grew from the base of her spine.
Honestly, those were the extent of her wolf features. If I had to pick one more, maybe her canines were a little sharper.
Still, because she was a demon, Laia stood over 180 centimeters tall. Maybe even 190?
Even in my original body I would have had to look up at her, but after becoming a woman my breasts and hips had grown massively while my height had actually shrunk, so the difference felt even more pronounced.
She was also far more muscular than an ordinary human woman. Not bulky or rippling, but lean, firm, and undeniably attractive.
Truthfully, even though I had been in this world for about a week now, I still couldn’t quite tell the difference between the human and demon races.
And unlike the other visitors to the special classroom, Laia was remarkably relaxed. After all, she was the one who had monopolized me just last night.
“It’s only been a few hours. You’re back already?”
“Ah… is that not okay?”
I had only asked out of curiosity, but seeing her flustered I quickly corrected myself.
“That’s not what I meant. I was just surprised, that’s all.”
“Well… I suppose it is surprising. To think males hold back desires like this every single day.”
“That’s not quite right.”
“…Huh?”
“Your sexual appetite is far stronger than an ordinary man’s. The speed at which you recharge is unbelievably fast, too.”
“How do you… Oh, right. You were originally a man, Gyeoul.”
Laia scratched her cheek in mild embarrassment.
“Anyway, um… could I ask you to take care of the lust that’s built up since then?”
“Of course! I’m the Sexual Relief Committee Member for all of you.”
“Ahaha… That’s true. It really is reassuring. Thanks to you, Gyeoul, I feel like I can keep living.”
Laia laughed, slipped out of her clothes, sat on the bed, and patted her own thigh. She wanted me to sit on it.
Laia especially loved making me sit on top of her.
“Excuse me…”
“Hm? I told you before, you’re not heavy at all.”
As if to prove it, Laia bounced her thighs up and down.
“U-woah.”
“Ahaha… You really are adorable, Gyeoul.”
Laia leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.
A sudden warm emotion swelled inside my chest, then sank straight down into my womb, making it throb♡.
Without thinking I lifted my lips as if begging for a kiss, then remembered what I had just gulped down. Idiot. I should have brushed my teeth if I knew this was going to happen.
“Then…”
Laia’s hands reached for my breasts, cupping them from beneath as though lifting them.
“Haa♡”
It was actually fortunate that I was essentially a sexual relief onahole for everyone, but my breasts were so enormous that an ordinary woman would have found daily life inconvenient.
When people imagine “a pose where you lift your breasts,” they usually picture one hand per breast.
Because normal breasts are a size that fits in one hand. That’s what’s normal.
Mine were not.
If you tried to lift them with one hand, they would spill out past the palm.
People often compare breasts to water balloons, and if the balloon is too big, it can’t be lifted with one hand—the exact same thing happened here.
Of course, since they were attached to my body, the overflowing flesh didn’t actually fall, but anyone could imagine what the sight looked like.
Therefore, lifting even one of my breasts required both hands. Even Laia, whose hands were larger than mine, needed both.
“Every time I touch them I’m still amazed by these tits…”
Laia used one hand on the outside and slipped the other between my cleavage, lifting a single breast with both palms.
My face flushed. Half from embarrassment, half from pleasure.
“Hwaa…”
“No matter how much I touch them, instead of getting tired I only get more addicted. How can they feel this good?”
Laia stroked and kneaded one breast with both hands, as though the very sensation of the mammary tissue delighted her. She had breasts of her own, yet she acted like mine were infinitely more attractive.
That fact made me happy. Separate from the sexual pleasure, a tingling shiver ran down my spine.
Superiority as a woman? I didn’t want to admit it, but it might be that. I wouldn’t admit it, though.
As Laia played with my chest, something hot and hard gradually rose between her stomach and my back.
“…Laia.”
Hot breath brushed the nape of my neck. When my body trembled involuntarily, the breast still resting on her hands jiggled along with it.
“Can I put it in?”
Laia hooked her elbows under my knees.
The so-called “intense position from Western porn”—full nelson.
It was a position almost impossible in real life. For normal men and women the man risked serious injury, and holding a woman so securely while thrusting required tremendous strength and muscular endurance.
Yet Laia lifted my body as lightly as a bag of cotton—no, as an onahole.
“Hya♡”
The sensation of being lifted by someone else’s hands was still dizzying.
It was only okay because I trusted Laia. If a stranger had lifted me like this, it would have been nothing short of terrifying.
Laia pressed the tip of her fully erect cock against my pussy slit.
“♡”
With my body locked in place and unable to resist, the scorching cock touched me.
Today I had only taken human-shaped cocks since waking up, but now it was a wolf cock. My lewd hole twitched and drooled, eagerly awaiting the pleasure.
And Laia slowly yet decisively fed the hot meat rod my pussy craved into my hole.
“Huk…♡”
The feeling of another person’s body invading me still felt unfamiliar every single time, even after several days. Maybe that very unfamiliarity made it feel even better.
The distinctive glans unique to wolves and dogs scraped along my inner walls as it entered. Given its size and girth in proportion to Laia’s tall frame, it subjectively took a very long time.
At last the glans scraped against my cervix.
“Ahk!♡”
The pleasure racing down my spine made my body curl forward then arch back on its own. Of course, since I was still firmly pinned by Laia’s arms, I barely moved at all.
“Haa… Gyeoul’s pussy is so warm no matter how many times I enter…”
Laia let out an excited breath and stayed still, as if waiting for my pussy to adjust.
Of course, my pussy—optimized as a cock sleeve and perfectly tailored for massive futa cocks—finished adapting in a single second. Not only that, it began squeezing her shaft tightly♡ tightly♡ as if welcoming a conquering hero.
The pussy flesh slowly contracted, rippling with wet squelches♡, stroking and pleading♡ Mr. Cock, Mr. Cock, please move soon♡ Don’t you want to stir up this tight, chewy pussy meat? Hmm? You can ravage this moist, slippery, burning hole as much as you like♡
It really was such a pathetic, easy pussy.
“Uhuuk!? Kk, huak…♡♡”
She had only put it in. Laia was just breathing calmly.
Yet my pussy moved on its own, stimulating every erogenous zone along her still cock. The pleasure swelled and swelled until my head pounded and my heart thundered—then exploded!
“Uhek! Huk♡ Ehuuk…!!”
I came♡
Such a pathetic pussy♡ A pitiful pussy that cums all by itself♡ A naughty pussy that cares more about its own pleasure than serving cock♡
“Ahaha… Sorry for making you so desperate.”
Laia hugged my climaxing legs even tighter and whispered into my ear from behind.
“From now on, I’ll spoil you plenty.”
“♡♡♡”
And then Laia began to move her hips.
There are different kinds of moans that come from pleasure.
For sweet pleasure from gentle caresses of the erogenous zones, sharp, high-pitched moans like “Ang, huat.”
When feeling a light climax, panting moans like “Kkeu… hu, huuu… hait.”
And for deeper climaxes—when the cervix and the deepest part of the vagina, or the so-called G-spot on the upper vaginal wall, are stimulated—moans like “Kkeuk… euk…” that sound as if the person is being punched in the stomach.
One of the main reasons those last moans sound that way is because during orgasm the person loses control of their breathing.
In a state where breath is choked off, or more precisely when the diaphragm cannot move at all because of the climax, the muscles of the lower abdomen and pelvis convulse wildly. Therefore low sounds like “Kkuk, euk… ugeuk…!” inevitably emerge.
After such a climax ends, the person gasps “Puhwa! Hua, hua, huooo…!” as they suddenly draw in air. String them together and it becomes “Kkuk, ugeugeuk…! Huk, puhaa, heooook…!”
But what if the climax continues without pause and that state is forcibly prolonged?
The human body must obtain oxygen somehow, so it begins to release even more vulgar moans that would break someone out of a trance if they were in their right mind.
That is, moaning at the same time as breathing extremely rapidly. In onomatopoeia it would be “Uuuuuuuu!” or “Kkeugeugeugeu!” Exactly that.
Honestly, even as empty flattery, no one could call it a pretty sound.
Moreover, this state appears alongside leg spasms and eyes rolling upward, so from the outside it looked no different from an epileptic seizure. The only difference was that the cause wasn’t a pathological electrochemical disturbance in the brain, but overwhelming pleasure.
The moans I began letting out shortly after Laia started fucking me in full nelson were exactly that last type.
“Kkeugeugeugeu! Ugeugeugeu! Kkeugeu…!!”
Yet even as I spewed those hideous moans, Laia only held me tighter.
“Haa, Gyeoul… You really are too beautiful…♡”
As if she wanted to memorize my scent, she buried her nose against my nape and hair, breathing me in again and again.
“Beautiful, so beautiful♡ If only you would become my bitch… Haa, snnff… Haa, what a sweet smell…♡”
All the while her hips kept thrusting upward—smack! Smack!—with perfect rhythm and consistent force.
People who learned about sex from porn often misunderstand, but the pistoning that turns a woman into a female isn’t about being fast and brutal.
The important thing is finding the exact right intensity and speed, then maintaining it steadily.
It’s no coincidence that various adult toys have opened new horizons for female orgasm. Unlike humans, they can maintain exactly the same force and pace indefinitely.
Yet Laia was achieving that with pure physical ability, and the result was an unbroken chain of orgasms that produced moans so vulgar they were almost ugly.
D-dyinggg♡
My mouth was clamped shut. Inside my head, where pleasure burst like fireworks, the thought screamed out.
“Haa…♡ Gyeoul…♡”
Unaware of my inner thoughts, Laia buried her face in my hair once more and took another deep breath.
The tide that had come who knows how many times now spurted from my urethra with wet psh-psh sounds, splattering the floor.
I’m gonna diiie like this♡ Killed by diiick♡
Yet because my mind had already turned into a bitch’s, instead of fear only a shuddering delight washed over me.
Wait…?
Am I actually in real danger right now?