Cleanup Blowjob
A week had passed since Opera started living in Doheon's house.
He had asked whether she didn't have duties waiting for her in the Heavenly Realm, but she'd told him she had a successor, and that it would be fine for the time being. Doheon had accepted. There was a contract between them, after all.
Opera's day began with watching Doheon wake — not to rouse him, but simply to wake Aria.
Aria slept beneath Doheon's bed, and even then her blanket was a single thin scrap of cloth. She trembled through the nights from the cold, tucking the stumps of her missing limbs tight against her body and forcing herself to sleep.
It was so pitiful it hurt to watch. Opera wanted to sneak her a heat pack, or at least secretly cast a warming spell. But Doheon possessed the same authority — he would notice in an instant. This, too, was part of the atonement required for forgiveness, so Opera had no right to object.
The reason she woke Aria was simply to carve out the few minutes of conversation they were allowed each day. She and Aria barely had time to talk, because Doheon had restricted it. His intent was obvious: starve Aria of contact with anyone else, let loneliness take root, and bind her even tighter to himself. A vicious method.
"Aria...? Aria...? Wake up...!"
Opera opened the door and pattered over on her heels, crouching down in front of her.
"Nn... nngh...? Master...?"
Aria's eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep.
"No...? It's me. Opera..."
Had she thought it was Doheon? Opera felt a sharp little pang of disappointment that Aria's first word hadn't been her name.
"Ah... Opera... you came to wake me..."
"Mm. Want to talk for a bit?"
"Okay..."
It was five in the morning. Aria's voice was hoarse, cracked raw — because until six hours ago she had been screaming herself hoarse while Doheon used her body. Opera had listened from the next room, her own crotch growing wet despite herself. She was a woman, after all. Pretending she had no curiosity about sex would have been a lie. Those were the nights she hated herself.
Does it... feel that good...?
The thought flickered through her, and she shook her head at once. Sex with Doheon was a devil's fruit — a taboo she must never, ever taste.
"How have you been feeling lately?"
"Hm? I'm okay... just a little tired, that's all..."
"Does the Hero... treat you well?"
It was a strange question. From the moment Aria's limbs had been severed, how the Hero treated her had been obvious enough. What Opera was really asking about was not the outward behavior, but the communion of hearts beneath it.
"I don't... know..."
Aria shook her head slowly and let it hang. Once, as a goddess, she could have read a mere human's thoughts as easily as breathing. Now, stripped of her authority, she couldn't even read her own heart, let alone anyone else's.
"I see..."
It was simply pitiful. Heartbreaking.
"But it's okay... because Opera's here..."
Aria smiled, small and bright. Looking at that smile, Opera murmured,
"Don't be ridiculous... if anyone should be grateful, it's me. That you're here."
She stroked Aria's hair in slow, gentle passes. It's completely neglected... The strands were dry and brittle, nothing like the glossy, flowing silk they had once been. If she could at least put on some kind of hair product... but ever since losing her authority, Aria's body had grown terribly frail. Frail meaning it had become no different from an ordinary human's. She had to urinate. She had to drink water and eat food or she would die. Waste no longer filtered itself from her system. If she didn't wash, her body began to smell.
Even now, instead of that sweet violet fragrance, a faintly sour puppy scent rose from Aria's skin. Not a stench — something rather cute, actually. The kind of smell you could get addicted to if you breathed it in long enough.
"Opera...? Are you smelling me...?"
"Ah... n-no..."
"I... smell, don't I...? Hehe. I haven't been able to wash in a while..."
She was right. Aria was allowed to bathe once every three days. After sex, Doheon would give her unconscious body a perfunctory wipe with a tissue and nothing more. Aria drifted off to sleep every night with that lingering, unclean feeling clinging to her skin.
Opera looked at Doheon, still asleep. You're disgusting.
Doheon had no need to sleep. The only reason he bothered was to torment Aria psychologically — a woman who never got enough rest as it was.
Opera squeezed her eyes shut and gently ran her fingers over Aria's arm. There wasn't even a joint left. Just a soft, pliant rod. How much pain, how much suffering, had she endured?
"It's all right, though... I'll bear it in your place..."
It was all right now. Because she was here. Because she would carry Aria's sins for her.
"That's..."
A beat of silence. Aria didn't like the idea of Opera shouldering her sins. But she said nothing. Ever since losing her authority, she had felt the gulf that had opened between them. Opera would never have thought of it that way — but Aria was an ordinary person now, and Opera was still a goddess. Could a mere mortal defy a goddess's word? She could only accept it, as if it were the natural order of things.
They talked a little longer.
Birdsong erupted outside the window — a sudden, bright chorus of chirping.
"Ah...?"
Morning already. It was nearly six. Time for Doheon to wake.
Both women looked at him. He lay on his back in a perfectly straight posture.
"Nngh..."
Aria let out a small sound.
"Aria?"
She shifted, gathering herself to crawl on all fours — or what passed for them.
"Nn... nngh...!"
With those pitifully short limbs, she hauled herself up onto the bed.
"What are you doing...?"
Opera stared at her, bewildered.
"I have to get it out... Master's semen..."
"What?"
Had this been happening all week? Why was she suddenly doing this?
Aria looked back at Opera and smiled, a wan, sorrowful little curve of the lips.
"If I can milk out even a little now... it won't be as hard later..."
"Ah."
This, too, was Aria's own hard-won trick. She wriggled in under the covers at Doheon's feet. The blanket swelled faintly as she moved, her body working its way toward his groin, the bulge spreading as she went.
A moment later, a wet sucking sound rose from beneath the sheets.
Aria was teasing the still-soft cock, coaxing it, throwing a little tantrum against it to provoke it to life. Because she was hidden, it somehow felt even more obscene.
"Nnh...!"
No. I can't think like that while watching Aria. I can't harbor those kinds of thoughts.
Aria kept stimulating him. Then, with a slow, heavy shift, his cock stiffened and dragged itself up along her cheek.
"Ah..."
Instinctively, Aria's tiny tongue went to work on his balls first. The scent of a man filled her nose. This is where he makes the semen that could put a child in a woman. Her pussy grew wet. Droplets gathered and fell, one after another, tapping softly against the sheets.
Then her tongue traveled up the shaft, licking in small, devoted strokes, her lips brushing the skin as she went, generating the faintest friction. And then she reached the head.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
Now it was her turn to steel herself. Once this thing entered her throat, the pain would be considerable. But there was no time to hesitate. Aria sucked up the precum beading at the tip with a wet little kiss, then took a mouthful of it. A warm flavor spread across her tongue. The heat of life itself. In this cold house, it was the closest thing to hope she could feel.
Then she tensed her throat and swallowed his cock down into her esophagus.
She drove it all the way to the root, then pulled back when she hit her limit, the fat head filling her mouth again. She repeated it — burying it to the hilt, drawing it out, burying it again.
How many minutes passed like that?
The massive cock twitched. The thick, heavy aura of impending climax. It went rigid. She had to time this perfectly. The instant he came, the head needed to be inside her esophagus — not in her mouth, but in the warm interior of her body. The volume of his semen was so enormous that if he finished in her mouth, it would surge back up her windpipe and out her nose, leaving her looking like a hamster with its cheeks stuffed grotesquely full.
He was coming. He was going to come. That thick, musky semen was about to pour into her.
A single drop spilled. One drop landed on her tongue. If she just pushed the cock all the way to the root right now—
But Aria, without thinking, swallowed that one drop.
Her throat tightened around it — and the swollen head, bloated on the verge of climax, jammed against the narrowed passage and wouldn't go in.
Then it erupted.
Aria's cheeks ballooned as if they would burst. Semen surged back through her nose.
"Pwhaahhh...!"
She tried desperately to swallow, but her cute little mouth was nowhere near enough. A moment later her entire face was glazed in it.
"Hhyah...! Hhyaaah..."
"Aria..."
Opera stared in horror. Aria, for her part, didn't seem to mind.
She kept swallowing anyway, gulp after gulp, trying to deal with what was still in her mouth. Then, like a child picking the frosting off a cake, she rolled her tongue around her lips and licked the semen from her face.
Opera watched her. Then her eyes fell on the soaked blanket. That's... an amount a human being can produce? Her mouth trembled. If that went into her own belly... she would absolutely get pregnant. She didn't even want to think about it — and yet a sharp, electric jolt ran through the pussy hidden beneath her single layer of cloth.
"Pathetic."
"Ah?!"
Opera flinched as if her thoughts had been read. Doheon was awake. His expression was one of pure distaste — and fairly so. He wasn't some child who'd wet the bed. He'd opened his eyes to find his sheets soaked in semen.
"Doing things I never even told you to do... useless bitch."
"Maassster... I'm sooorryyy..."
Aria lapped at the semen spilled across the blanket in small, wet sips, forcing a smile.
"Forget it."
"Thank..."
"Just clean it up."
Clean it up. What did that mean? Before she could even process it, Doheon's cock rose again.
It's only been a moment...!
Veins stood out along the shaft as if they might burst. It was a size that had nothing to do with human scale. Aria took that...? In that tiny body? Aria stood a mere hundred and forty-seven centimeters tall. That cock, at a glance, looked well over forty.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
Without realizing it, Opera was breathing the same way Aria was.
Aria, meanwhile, gazed at that cock as if paying homage to it. She pushed herself up a little. Doheon watched with a dry, expressionless face.
And then — a soft kiss of lips against flesh. Aria took the head into her mouth once more.