Let's Make a Baby Together (1)
"So you really don't remember anything at all? Not even the sex practice class?"
"I-I'm telling you I don't... Wait — sex practice class? What kind of ridiculous nonsense is that supposed to be..."
I sat across from the woman who had introduced herself as Suyeon, talking things through. Everything she said was so thoroughly absurd that, frankly, I was starting to worry about her mental state. A class that assigned sex practice as weekly homework? How could something like that even exist in this day and age?
But according to Suyeon, I had been paired with her in that class, and we'd already slept together more than once. As someone who still had no memory of any of it, I found the claim not only unbelievable but downright embarrassing. My face went red as I stammered.
"I... I'm sorry, but I really don't have any memory of that. Could you maybe be mistaken somehow? I mean, why would only one person remember something like that? There has to be some kind of problem..."
"It's not just your problem."
Suyeon crossed her arms and looked up at the ceiling, her voice low and calm.
"Not just yours — those events have vanished from everyone's memories. I don't know why either."
"Th-then why do only you remember them...?"
By that point I was already convinced Suyeon was clearly unwell in some way, so I asked as gently as I could, careful not to set her off. She answered bluntly, as if she didn't particularly care.
"...I've always had a better memory than other people. A lot better. This isn't the first time something like this has happened. There have been times before when I was the only one who remembered things no one else could. It's probably just my constitution."
"Your constitution...? What kind of constitution..."
Suyeon let out a heavy sigh and shot me a sidelong glance.
"You used to know what kind of constitution I have. I don't feel like explaining it again. The important thing is that I remember all of it. Unlike idiots like you."
I stared at her for a moment, thinking.
...Hmm. That's strange. I was sure she was unwell somehow, but looking at her, she's coherent and calm — she doesn't seem like someone who's sick. But I can't just take her word for it either... What do I do.
I scratched my head, then finally came to a decision and said with a smile.
"...Alright. I'll believe you, Suyeon. Even though I really don't remember any of it — according to you, there really was a class like that, and I was in the same group as you. Okay. I believe you."
"......"
Suyeon narrowed her eyes and glared at me, as if she found my empty claim of belief offensive. Then she suddenly raised her eyebrows, looked up at the ceiling as if considering something, and soon lowered her gaze to stare at me again. Her eyes turned dark for an instant, and I flinched in alarm.
"Y-yes...? Why are you looking at me like that..."
"...I just thought of a way to make you remember."
Then Suyeon started slowly unzipping the padded jacket she was wearing. Contrary to every expectation, she had nothing on underneath, and I jumped in shock.
"Wh-wha...! S-Suyeon! I can... I can see your chest...!"
"So what. Touch them already, while I'm being nice about it."
Without the slightest concern, Suyeon grabbed my hand and pressed it firmly onto her breast. I was so flustered that my face went bright red and I froze solid like a rock.
"...Nngh... Ahn..."
When my hand unconsciously twitched and kneaded her breast, Suyeon closed her eyes and let out a soft, pleasant moan. Even in the middle of all that, I couldn't help marveling at the shape of her chest.
...Wow. This girl's breasts are seriously gorgeous... They look just like a female character's from a game. Perfect teardrop shape... No — this is not the time for thoughts like that...! If I don't get this crazy pervert out of here right now, who knows what dangerous thing she'll do next...
Thinking that, I quickly pulled my hand away, averted my eyes, and shouted.
"Th-thank you very much, but — no, I'm sorry, but please leave now...! I'll believe everything you say, Suyeon...!"
"Hmm. So that wasn't enough. Fine — drop your pants."
Then Suyeon lunged at me and forcibly yanked my pants down. I recoiled in shock, flailing my arms.
"Eek...! Wh-what are you doing!!"
"Can't you tell? I'm about to give you a blowjob. Making such a fuss over something this small..."
And then Suyeon really did take my cock into her mouth and started sucking it with wet, slurping sounds. I was so shocked and simultaneously aroused that I couldn't even speak. After staring for a long time at Suyeon working my cock, the first words I managed to get out were only these:
"...I, uh, I haven't showered today, so it's dirty..."
"Like you ever showered before? I like the smell of your cock, so it's fine."
Suyeon answered with complete composure and continued the blowjob. But something felt strange. Oddly enough, her technique felt somehow familiar. I couldn't be sure, but the shape of her mouth, the movement of her tongue, and the way she pressed both of my balls with her thumbs to milk out the semen — all of it carried a sense of déjà vu. Of course, that was as far as it went. I couldn't remember anything beyond that.
"...Ugh... Kh... H-haah... Suyeon... You can't..."
"...Already about to cum? Lose your memories and you're a premature ejaculator all over again. Pathetic. Just hurry up and cum."
Listening to Suyeon's cool abuse, I could no longer hold back the urge to ejaculate. My thighs twitched as I spurted and spurted ropes of semen.
"Ooooh...! A-aah!! Ughnnngh...!!"
I hadn't masturbated in several days, so the volume was truly tremendous. But Suyeon swallowed every last drop of that massive load cleanly down her throat. And even that wasn't enough — right after I came, she grabbed my hypersensitive glans with both hands and stroked it without pause, milking me relentlessly.
Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap...
"A-aaahh...!! S-Suyeon, stop...! Please stop for real!! Aaaah!"
No matter how much I begged, Suyeon never stopped her hands, mercilessly drawing out a dry orgasm. Finally, as I bucked my hips wildly and sprayed piss in streams, she took even that into her mouth and carefully swallowed every bit of it. Later it was like I'd developed incontinence — urine flowed out against my will, and Suyeon gulped all of that down too.
"Mmph... Hmmph... Gulp... Hah... Glurk... Gulp."
"Huff, huff, huff, huff, huff...!! S-Suyeon... Why even the piss..."
Suyeon wiped her lips — stained with my curly pubic hair and piss marks — with the back of her hand, then looked up at me with sparkling eyes and asked.
"...Still don't remember? I was the first girl who drank your piss."
"H-heeh... I... I still can't really... I'm sorry..."
Something did feel familiar, but even so, I couldn't recall ever doing this kind of thing with Suyeon. She narrowed her eyes resentfully and shot me a sharp look. Then she started fondling my balls like she was playing with them, lost in thought for a moment. Even that was so erotic that I swallowed hard and asked in a trembling voice.
"U-um... What are you thinking about..."
"...Nothing. I was just thinking that maybe not having the memories isn't so bad after all."
Suyeon muttered something mysterious, then eventually lifted her head and stared straight at me. She grinned.
"...Hey. Wanna be my boyfriend?"
"Wh-what?! No, what on earth are you talking about..."
"If you date me, I'll do this kind of thing for you every day. No — I can do even more. We already did all of it before. You liked it too, didn't you?"
As Suyeon crawled up onto my body with a lewd expression and asked, saliva flooded my mouth. I panted, gulping it down over and over. Right then, clinging desperately to my reason, I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed her away.
"I... I can't! I have Yeji..."
"......."
In that moment, I suddenly opened my eyes wide and thought back on what I'd just said.
Yeji?
Who is that person?
...Why does saying that name make my chest ache so badly?
As I stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought, Suyeon smiled faintly, propped her chin on her hand, and said.
"...Looks like you're back. Too bad."
With those words, memories of a world that no longer existed began flooding into my mind like a tidal wave.
"...Yeji."
I shot up from my seat, pressed a hand to my forehead, and muttered to myself.
"Yeji, Yeji, Yeji..."
I repeated the name over and over like chanting a sutra, tears dripping down. Suyeon held me tightly from the side, closed her eyes gently, and whispered.
"Go on. You can't lose someone precious again."
"...Suyeon noona."
I looked at her with tears welling up, then pulled her into a fierce embrace and breathed hard for a long while.