Back on Earth
“Hah…!”
“Ngh…”
Anzelli tried to take the pillar from base to tip into her mouth right from the start. The intense stimulation caught her completely off guard, and she couldn’t fully stifle her voice. Luckily, Chris didn’t notice. She was focused on her meal.
“Slurp, schlick…”
Anzelli bowed her head low enough that Chris couldn’t see her expression. She was licking every nook and cranny of my shaft with her tongue, coating it thoroughly in her saliva up to her limit. The novel thrill of not being able to see, combined with the teasing from moments ago, made my cock far more sensitive than I’d expected, sending waves of pleasure surging beyond anything I’d imagined. My lowered face twitched uncontrollably as I fought to hold back the ecstasy, my eyebrows quivering.
If Chris, who knew my reactions intimately from our countless romps, saw that, she’d think something was off.
Smooth.
Because of my seated position, Anzelli couldn’t quite reach the root. It must have frustrated her. She stretched out both hands, grabbed my hips, and pulled me toward her. That forced my waist to thrust straight toward her.
“Hahmp…”
Finally, her hot tongue caressed all the way to the base. Even that alone nearly made my breath hitch with pleasure… but the real show was just beginning.
Gluck! Schlick! Slurrrp!
Her hot lips, brimming with powerful suction, wrapped around my pillar and began stroking back and forth. The overwhelming bliss made my hips instinctively try to pull back, but Anzelli’s hands on my pelvis wouldn’t allow it. Her small shoulders wedged deep between my legs, spreading them wide. The posture was complete—I had to take every bit of the pleasure.
“Chanyoung? You’re not eating?”
“…Ah, yeah. Gotta eat. Just thinking about something for a sec.”
“About those ruins in that other world, maybe?”
“…Yeah.”
“Don’t worry too much. Janet’s got some ideas too…”
—Blah blah.
To make matters worse, Chris noticed my head still bowed and struck up a conversation. I steadied my voice as best I could to answer her. Chatting idly with me during meals was routine for her. And today was no different—the small talk began.
Hahmp! Slurrrp! Slurp!
Getting a blowjob while bantering with my lover had my hair standing on end from the sheer excitement. Did Anzelli sense how rock-hard I’d gotten? Her lips picked up the pace a little. Or maybe she felt a twinge of jealousy at me talking to Chris.
The clink of Chris’s chopsticks and utensils. Her gentle voice directed at me. My short replies. And mixed in, the obscenely wet sounds filling the kitchen.
Anzelli didn’t give a damn about the noise leaking out—she just worked her mouth and tongue furiously. Chris wouldn’t notice anyway. Even without the thrill of the situation, Anzelli’s inexperienced mouth was plenty stimulating. Add in the risky circumstances, and it delivered chills of pleasure.
“Ngh…?”
“Huh? What’s up all of a sudden?”
“W-what do you wanna eat tomorrow?”
Anzelli must have realized I was fully immersed, no longer pulling away. Her hand, still gripping my pelvis, slid down to cup my balls. Knowing it was a man’s sensitive spot, her slender fingers delicately cradled them. The grunt I let out just now? Because her fingers didn’t stop there. The warm hand, already feeling good just from contact, began to move. Gently, tenderly.
The dual pleasures from my shaft and balls made a sound slip out involuntarily.
“Hm… That soy bulgogi from last time?”
“…Got it. I’ll make it.”
“Yay! Can’t wait!”
Thank god—that exchange was the end of it, and Chris went back to her food. I picked up my spoon too, but I couldn’t get any food in my mouth. The sexual ecstasy rattling my brain drowned out any chance of tasting the meal.
The more aroused I got, the heavier my breathing became. I had to keep it from getting loud enough for Chris to hear.
Slurrrp! Slurp! Hahmp!
Every bob of Anzelli’s head tickled the insides of my thighs with her hair, and even that felt amazing. Her thin fingers, free of any calluses, rolled my balls in her palm—like pressing piano keys in pianissimo, soft and undulating. Her tongue kept swirling the glans, her lips pistoning from base to just under the head without pause.
Especially when she pressed her firm tongue hard against the frenulum… my grip on the spoon tightened fiercely.
Seeing Chris beaming at me right in front of my face only ramped up the arousal. A wicked thought crossed my mind: it felt like using Anzelli to jerk off while treating Chris’s smiling face like a side dish. A massive wave of taboo thrill shot up my spine like electricity.
Ejaculation built steadily amid the lewd sounds. My cock, thrusting into Anzelli’s mouth, grew even harder. She noticed that too. Her tongue and lips worked the glans more diligently, as if begging for my cum.
Gluck! Slurp! Shluuuurp! Slurp!
It was getting harder to hold back. Truth be told, I didn’t need to. I clenched my molars in anticipation of the coming bliss. One hand slipped under the table to stroke Anzelli’s bobbing head, signaling her.
She got it—her suction intensified. The fingers rolling my balls sped up a notch. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“…”
Spurt! Spluuuurt!!
I unleashed everything into her voraciously sucking mouth. Thick semen surged down her slender throat. Even as I came, Anzelli didn’t stop—her tongue teased the urethra, her lips kept stroking the shaft. It let me savor the blissful release fully.
Splurt! Spluuuurt!!
Her fingers rolled my balls faster, demanding more. My cock obliged, spurting repeatedly. Despite biting down hard against the intense pleasure, my mouth nearly flew open. I managed to stifle the sound, at least. Couldn’t do much about the ragged breathing, though.
Anzelli kept gulping with wet smacks, sending the load down her throat. If she hadn’t swallowed in real-time, she couldn’t have held it all. Even after I finished, she kept going, determined to milk the last drop.
Smooth. Stroke.
I gently stroked her head, signaling enough. Post-climax sensitivity made her lips too much. Anzelli licked the glans a bit more, reluctant, then finally pulled back.
Schlick… Pwahhh…! Gulp.
I felt my glans slip free from her mouth—for the first time since she’d engulfed it. Emerging from the hot confines into cool air, the refreshment mingled with post-nut clarity for a deep afterglow.
“Hah… hah… F-felt good…?”
Hot breath wafted from under the table. Anzelli poked her face between my legs, meeting my eyes. It was adorable—and erotic as hell. Her face flushed from the exertion, saliva glistening lewdly at her lips.
I straightened her hair, smiling in full satisfaction. Seeing my expression lit up her face. She was thrilled to have pleased me.
I wanted to put Chris to bed and head out with Anzelli… but unfortunately, it wasn’t bedtime on our body clocks. We made plans via telepathy for a motel next time. She nodded eagerly.
*
Earth’s Saturday had finally arrived. The day I’d promised with dance crew A.Light.
I already had the location. Just show up.
That treasurer’s name… right, Im Junhyeok.
Soon, I’d meet Go Dayeon. In a way, she was pretty pitiful. Caught between me and that bastard, she’d had one hell of a shitty experience.
More than that, she wasn’t a bad person at heart. We just didn’t click.
“Hm… Honestly, the reason I hesitated to date her back then is gone now…”
Minus one flaw, Go Dayeon was perfect. She took killer care of herself, poured effort into studies and hobbies, and had a pretty face with a great figure. Her personality was rounded too—evident from her many friends.
Considering how many times I overlooked Baek Hamin’s bullshit toward her… total angel.
Sadly, back then, that flaw was incompatible with me. That’s why I’d turned down her repeated confessions.
You know the type? The ones who won’t let their partner hang out one-on-one with opposite-sex friends. Go Dayeon was exactly that. When she confessed, she demanded I cut off my female friends.
I had no choice. Pre-swap, I had tons of girl friends—I couldn’t accept a girlfriend who’d nuke half my social circle.
I’d managed my relationships obsessively back then; no way I’d agree.
But now? Things were different. I didn’t give a damn about others’ opinions or social ties anymore. No female friends left on Earth anyway.
Plus… with the system in my pocket, I could meet other women behind her back to my heart’s content.
“Without that flaw, she’d be the perfect girlfriend material, huh…?”
Picking at conditions for dating—not marriage—was kinda funny. I believed in dating someone you truly like. But why nitpick with her? Because of her personality.
When she confessed, it didn’t feel like genuine love. More like she eyed my social status.
Of course, she never said it outright. Just my gut. But I trusted my instincts on people.
“Guess living together’ll tell. Whether she’s captivating enough to make me fall.”
I hustled to the meetup spot. Not far. A.Light had rented a basement studio for the day. I called treasurer Im Junhyeok to say I’d arrived.
“Come on in easy!”
I headed down.
Thud thud.
Creeeak…
“Excuse me?”
“Oh! Chanyoung! Come on in!”
“H-hi… Wait… Have we met…?”
“Treasurer told us. Uh… heard in advance, but…”
“Whoa… He’s seriously hot. Insane…”
“Does this mean our team finally has a male visual rep?”
“Nice to meet you all. I’m Park Chanyoung, hoping to join the team.”
The door opened to a mixed group of guys and girls welcoming me. Go Dayeon was among those greeting me warmly—the one who said I looked familiar. I deliberately avoided lingering eye contact with her.
In other words, I played dumb like I didn’t know her.
Yep… she’s figured out who I am.
Before dropping out, my name and pics had blown up on the uni forums. A hot guy no one knew wandering around. No way Go Dayeon missed it—same name, dead ringer face.
Her recognizing me wasn’t weird.
“Looking forward to working with everyone.”
—Grin.