'Doesn't Sit Right...'
Terraforming
'Doesn't sit right...'
Chris Bennett didn't like today. There wasn't enough booze to get her blackout drunk, and even though she had a constitution that made her resistant to alcohol, she just couldn't get properly wasted no matter how much she drank.
'No... I'm drunk. That's why I'm like this.'
The disciples she'd sent off with a smiling face at the end had returned as a single sheet of paper. That in itself wasn't unusual—it didn't shake her heart too badly. But the problem was that their last known location was District 11.
That dredged up memories she'd buried deep in her chest. So tonight, the visitor who came to see her was surprisingly welcome. Her mood had been utterly depressed, but his actions were just so ridiculous.
'Is he an idiot or just brave...'
She snorted. Just moments ago, she'd been in an indescribable funk, her chest stuffed tight like it was packed with pebbles. But now, for a brief moment, that tightness eased.
If it had ended there, Chris Bennett never would have let a trainee into her room. But for some reason... she felt a powerful pull toward the ugly trainee in front of her.
It wasn't something logic could explain. It was some sensory instinct she'd gained upon becoming a superhuman.
Back on Earth, she'd dismissed things like "gut feelings" as nonsense. But in a world with magic—especially after accepting mana and awakening as a superhuman—could a gut feeling really not exist?
Recalling her countless battles, she knew it did exist. And her gut was telling her this: even if she committed an unprecedented mistake tonight... she probably wouldn't regret it.
So she gave in to impulse. Chris Bennett let the trainee into her room.
'Yeah... he's ugly.'
She felt a twinge of guilt but also quiet relief. If anything, she was glad he was ugly. If he'd been attractive, she'd have ignored her gut and never allowed him into her bed. Especially not an East Asian guy.
"What's your name again?"
"Park Chanyoung, ma'am."
"...Nice name."
Korean. Park Chanyoung. Despite her words, her face twisted up. Her mind tangled into knots.
It was an inexplicable coincidence, but Chris Bennett knew that name. Still, most Koreans had three-syllable names, so the odds of duplicates were high. She convinced herself it was just a coincidence.
'Whatever. I don't know...'
She knew she should have kicked him out the moment she heard the name. Was it because this trainee looked nothing like that other owner of the name? Or because of this intense gut feeling soothing her?
Whatever the case, she didn't chase him away. Unless... could it be she still...
"Ugh! Enough with the foreplay—put it in already."
She blocked the trainee's hand as it softly caressed her body. It wasn't fully wet yet, so it'd hurt like hell if he went in now, but she needed the pain. More than pleasure, she wanted to empty her mind with agony.
"...Why? Got a problem with that?"
The trainee looked a bit troubled at her one-sided demand. His hand stopped, but he didn't thrust in as ordered.
'...Come to think of it, I heard it hurts guys too if the woman's not wet enough.'
"Outside this room, I'm a trainee and you're the instructor, but..."
"I told you to stop your hand..."
"On this bed, there's only a man and a woman. I won't ask for equality. I'll respect you as a woman, so..."
The man's paused hand began moving slowly again.
"...could you give me a chance too?"
"..."
He was saying he wouldn't overstep the hierarchy between them. That he wouldn't bring up what happened on this bed beyond these walls. Chris Bennett grasped the meaning behind his words.
It was consideration. They weren't the type to never see each other again after tonight. They'd cross paths constantly during the next three months of training.
He'd noticed and was being thoughtful about her worry: What if letting him share my bed messes up the trainee-instructor dynamic?
'Ha! Who does he think he's dealing with, some green instructor? ...Cheeky.'
She didn't find it cheeky at all. She was pleasantly surprised. It was sensible, something she'd never bring up herself but would welcome from him.
His tone acknowledged her superiority without groveling. It was a soft, persuasive voice laced with genuine care.
'Getting consideration from a chick like this... you're good.'
Chris Bennett didn't think she had to fulfill every romantic fantasy he'd built up about sleeping with her. But for him, she might be his first experience with a woman.
'No, looking at him, there's a very high chance I'm his first.'
She didn't want to deliberately ruin someone's first memory.
"...Fine. Do whatever you want. Don't expect me to fake reactions, though."
She gave up resisting and lay comfortably on the bed. Satisfied with her words, the trainee smiled relaxedly and drew closer.
Chris Bennett didn't think the trainee had much experience with women. His foreplay seemed clumsy too... so she concluded there was no need to stop him.
Smoothly...
'Surprisingly... delicate?'
Letting go of her prejudice, her first impression upon accepting his touch was this. His warm palm slowly met her skin. For some reason, there was no revulsion.
The palm moved leisurely. Along her arm and shoulder, over her collarbone... finally to her breast.
Slide...
She felt his finger gently rolling her slightly erect nipple. Unlike hers, his hand was soft, without calluses yet.
A few minutes later.
'Mm... unexpectedly...'
Were his fingers just chubby? After this long fondling, her nipples should have swollen and started to ache, but instead, the pleasure only intensified without a hint of pain.
While Chris Bennett was thinking, This is weird... they should hurt by now..., lost in the growing pleasure, his other hand suddenly brushed her clitoris lightly.
"!!..."
'S-so suddenly...'
She nearly let out a weak moan from the direct stimulation but swallowed it. After telling him not to expect faked reactions, leaking a moan right away? She'd die of embarrassment.
But that thought didn't last.
"Hah? Ha!..."
A moan slipped out. She'd let her guard down because the hand that brushed her clit had stayed still. But he'd used just his fingers for a surprise rub at her entrance, drawing it out unwittingly.
'How? How'd he find the entrance without even looking properly?'
Her face burned with shame. Chris hurriedly lifted her head to glare at him. Sure enough, he'd heard and was grinning ear to ear.
His caresses effortlessly shook off the tension knotted throughout her body, delivering short, sharp bursts of pleasure at unexpected timings.
In a word: skilled.
"What the hell... why are you so good at this?"
Chris couldn't help but ask urgently.
* This isn't some pro tip—it's basic stuff anyone should know... but warming your palms on the blanket or skin beforehand makes the initial touch way less off-putting. Super useful if you've got cold hands from poor circulation or blasting AC in a summer motel. Essential trick for caressing a body this tense.
"Ugh... ha!"
I couldn't say much even if she asked why I'm good. Can't claim it's tons of experience... so I just gave a vague smile and kept going.
"Ah... w-wait..."
I didn't start with my tongue. Rare, but some inexperienced women find oral unclean before arousal. But that's only pre-excitement. Once heated up like this, the pleasure overrides any dirtiness concerns.
"You! Get your face away—I don't like that... hngh?!"
Slurp—
No chance to stop me; I pressed my lips straight to her pussy. It was already soaked from my handiwork, the air around it humid.
'Finally! I can look at her pussy all I want!'
Surprisingly pink, it didn't scream "well-used." I'd assumed experience from how easily she'd allowed this.
'Come to think of it, her nipples we all saw that first day were pink too...'
I wanted to bury my nose and inhale her scent deeply, but getting smacked by a freaked-out Gwangnyeon-i was a given, so I kept it fantasy-only.
I teased her clit—slick with her juices—with my tongue. No matter how careful with fingers, the clitoris tires easily; a mucosal tongue is needed. My fingers didn't rest, either. My thick thumb covered her entrance, circling firmly.
Slurp—
"Hah... stop... hah...! Enough already... ngh... put it in!"
Not nearly enough yet. Ignoring her, I focused. Granting every demand isn't sex—it's a dildo.
"You! Hngh... why won't you listen... ah?!"
Vibrating my thumb at her entrance cut off her complaint.
...Time passed with continued foreplay. She hadn't cum yet. I'd been monitoring her reactions live, deliberately teetering her at peak arousal without tipping over.
Her pussy was plenty wet, ready for my cock. But anyone with experience knows not to enter now.
I sped up my tongue and fingers.
"Hngg!! Ahh!! Put it in! I said put it in!!"
"Just a bit longer, please."
Now I was sure. She'd cum from vaginal stimulation before. She reacted strongly to entrance play, and now without fingers inside, she was fidgety.
Sucks she's not a virgin, but expecting that wouldn't have gotten me this far.
Slurp! Squish... squish...
"Haa!! Haaa!"
I deliberately avoided her inner walls. If the goal was just her orgasm, I'd have fingered her G-spot. But that's not it.
'When I finally thrust in, exploding all that pent-up desire for internal stimulation...'
She'd be hit with pleasure she'd never felt. Bonus reason: women tire post-orgasm from pleasure fatigue. Vaginal play could make her cum easy, but she'd be spent for the main event.
'...Though as a superhuman beyond normal stamina, maybe not. But better safe.'
Night's young. No rush for one round. More teasing means stronger main-event pleasure.
"Hey! You gonna put it in or not? Hngh... impotent? Put it in! Hahk!!"
"Not yet."
Her eyes turned fierce at my reply. Tears welled—teased too much?
...Starved for sex, huh? Way hornier than I thought.
Whoosh! Thud!
"Haa... haa... if you won't put it in..."
She shoved me down onto the bed. No resistance possible against her strength gap.
"Hoo... hoo..."
Straddling me, she reached back blindly for my cock. Couldn't even wait those seconds—her other hand toyed her entrance, masturbating.
So erotic, my lower body tensed involuntarily.
'Cowgirl? ...Fuck, reverse rape gets me hard.'
No stopping her. Her face said I'd overshot my teasing goal. Dragging it further would backfire. Plus...
'Best position for women to cum is probably cowgirl... after all this teasing, getting pierced like that...'
"Haaaaahh!!♡"
"Ngh..."
Twitch! Twitch!
Finally finding my rock-hard cock, Gwangnyeon-i slammed her hips down. My unexpectedly great size scraping her walls drew a moan dwarfing previous ones, her body shuddering.
First orgasm. The intense clenching stroked me fiercely.
'Haa... this is why I love athletic women...'
Trained lower bodies clench way tighter than average. Already firm, her climax gave the strongest grip I'd felt. Pleasure so sharp I nearly lost reason and bucked wildly.
Calmed somewhat? Cowgirling me, she started rocking her hips front-back.
"Hng... haa..."
Squelch... squelch...
Obscene sounds filled the quiet room. She clearly loved this position. Makes sense—self-control over favorite inner spots, plus clit friction from rocking. Universal fave for women.
...Save one flaw.
No real pistoning, so less pleasure for the guy. Her unmatched tightness made it good anyway, but...
'She ain't satisfied yet!'
Gwangnyeon-i savored it lazily. Prefers steady, gentle waves over sharp peaks, it seems. Pounding might thrill her, but I'd show her otherwise.
Smooth...
"Hah? Change positions? This is fine—feels good enough."
"I'll make it feel even better."
"Even bett... you sound awfully confident?!"
Her face flushed? Hard to tell in the dark. No way she's embarrassed now? Such innocent reactions—why?
I eyed her curiously; she answered.
"It's... been forever for me... so... fuck! Listen up! I don't like it rough—do what you want!"
Thud! She lay back as my hand guided. Up close, yep—blushing. Seemed embarrassed about being embarrassed.
Smooth... Lying down, she naturally raised an arm, elbow over her eyes. To others, hangover headache; but...
'Obvious she's too shy to meet eyes...'
Her tone screamed it. Soft whisper to bold demand, like a "snap!" mid-sentence. Arm over face killed the bravado, but I didn't call it out to spare her.
"I planned to go slow anyway. Here it comes."