2. Real Practice Right After the Tutorial Preview (1)
Before I’d even managed to interrogate my instincts properly, I went silent.
The flow of thought itself stopped dead.
Fuck. Shit.
I couldn’t look away.
For the first time since I’d received my Blessing, a feeling hit me that I’d never experienced before.
Overwhelming.
The sensation of being overwhelmed, pure and simple.
"...ngh."
The moment my hand moved on its own and tugged the beast’s pants down, something heavy rose up, brushing the face that had been pressed so close to it.
It didn’t hurt at all, but I was overwhelmed by the sensation of it.
Apparently the instinct inside me felt the same way, because even though I wasn’t moving, my body still didn’t stop.
I.
We.
Could only stare at it.
Throb.
It was... a pillar.
Even with beastification, it didn’t seem to have been affected at all—smooth, hairless, a huge, rigid cock.
No, wait. Still, this size had to be the influence of the beastification, right?
Its upper body was insanely pumped too. This had to be the same thing.
But even so, this much...?
Something.
My head was getting hot.
No, was it my stomach?
A strange smell.
A rank smell.
Not the disgusting stench of a beast.
A peculiar scent that was heating my body from the inside out.
Mixed in with a faintly sweet smell from the tip of that hole, it was so dizzying I could barely think.
Still on my knees, I inched forward toward the beast on my knees.
Wet.
I could hear water.
Was it coming from between his legs, from the space between his thighs?
My head was hot, my body was burning, my reason was paralyzed, and I couldn’t even tell that something was wrong.
What had I been trying to do again?
Why was I doing this?
How had it ended up like this?
No, no. This wasn’t the time to think about that.
I had to hurry.
Right. This was what I had to do.
I stuck out my tongue.
Slowly, toward that enormous cock.
From the seam between the testicles and the shaft, along that rough line, I placed the tip of my tongue there.
And slowly, I licked upward.
Firm flesh, hardened by blood surging through it.
With my tongue, I felt a hardness unlike muscle.
Just lifting my head wasn’t enough to reach the glans.
So I slowly raised my upper body, sliding my face all the way up to the tip of the cock.
Slurp.
Only when I reached the very end of the glans did I finally pull my tongue away.
The instant my tongue left it, a dreadful sense of emptiness hit me.
The feeling was as if I’d lost something far too precious.
I couldn’t stand it, so I hurriedly brought my face back down under the shaft.
My tongue touched it again, moving upward.
Slowly once, a little faster once.
I worked hard to wipe the sweat off the cock with my tongue.
This was how it started: service. Before sex, I’d always been given service like this.
The thought had been, If I’m going to shove it into you, you should clean it yourself.
After I’d wiped the shaft down a bit, I pursed my lips and gave the tip of the glans a quick kiss.
This was a greeting.
A greeting saying, Please take good care of me tonight.
To the cock I’d only just been afraid of a moment ago, the cock that had made me feel utterly overwhelmed.
I eased my anxiety by sharing that moment of contact through service and greeting.
This wasn’t something to fear; it was something that would bring me pleasure.
Not something to avoid, but something to follow.
No more fear—just a cock I wanted to hold close.
I slowly opened my mouth and took it inside.
At first only the glans, taking the entrance into my mouth, I slowly lifted my tongue inside and used it in turn on the underside ridge, the urethra, and the broad upper surface of the glans.
Tap, tap.
Tap-tap.
Strong stimulation wasn’t necessary yet.
Slowly, slowly, I built it up.
At first sluggish, then gradually faster.
Ohh. Ooooh...♡
Before I’d even noticed it, my right hand had slipped into my pants and found its way between my thighs.
In time with my tongue’s movement, my fingers slowly began rubbing my clit, which was hardening bit by bit.
I hadn’t even touched my pussy directly, but the heated warmth I felt at my fingertips slammed into my brainstem with an arousal I’d never experienced before.
I couldn’t think straight.
All I could do now was move my tongue and work my fingers.
Good.
This felt good.
Touching my clit felt good.
Being touched felt good.
Even though I was the one touching myself, my lower body wouldn’t stay still.
It trembled here and there, my body tightening up.
But this wasn’t enough.
It was starting its own engine and getting off all by itself.
While I only brushed the cock with my tongue like an appetizer, I was using my own hand to touch my clit and basically just gnawing on it.
At this rate, I could never make it cum.
It would just keep getting off on its own, keep masturbating on its own, keep spraying discharge on its own.
But the one who needed to finish was the man in front of me, not me.
No. Absolutely not.
If it wanted to go, then I’d have to make it go.
Slurp, slurp, smack, swoosh, hiss, haaah. Slurp.
No more gentle stimulation.
Gathering every ounce of strength I had, I swallowed the cock down and sucked harder.
The cock, enlarged by beastification, wouldn’t even fit halfway into my mouth.
Still, I shoved it as far as I could, almost to the back of my throat, and moved back and forth along it.
I wondered how I looked.
Probably like a complete idiot. My mouth might look stretched out absurdly wide.
But I didn’t care right now. I wanted it to cum.
And if I wanted it to cum, then I had to make it cum.
I wasn’t allowed to finish first. It wasn’t allowed to finish first.
My sensitized pussy heated up fast from just a few brushes of my own fingers over my clit.
Even the smallest extra stimulation felt like it might send me over the edge, and my head was spinning so badly I could hardly stand it.
Hold on. But my fingers couldn’t stop.
I couldn’t stop this pleasure.
Cum.
Come on, cum.
Why aren’t you cumming?
As long as I keep stimulating it, it’s supposed to cum, isn’t it?
That’s how a human body works, isn’t it?
How much longer do I have to keep this up? How many minutes has it been?
What’s missing? I always came at this point. Are you saying I’m worse than those bitches?
No, I can do it. It feels like I’m about to.
But it can’t go unless you cum too.
The stronger my desire to make it happen grew, the more fervently I worked my tongue.
I sucked harder.
I moved my head more, driving the stimulation in deeper.
It felt good. It felt good, so more.
If I wanted it to feel even better, this was how I had to do it.
Go on.
Just go already.
Cum, cum, cum!
Cock, cock, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum!
"Sluuurp, slrrp, smooch, swoosh, lick, tap, sluuurp...♡"
Cum already.
Spit out your filthy cum.
Pour it into my mouth.
Spray it all over my face.
Filthy beast. You’re a beast anyway.
Is closing your eyes all it takes? Cum, I said. Ah, ah, oohh, ngh.
More. I can’t hold on much longer.
No, no moooore...
"Ah...♡"
Glug, glug—!
The sound of thick liquid bursting out slammed into my ears.
But faster than the sound, the sensation ran through my mouth and down my throat.
Heat. Burning warmth.
A sticky, viscous liquid. No, a solid. No, half-liquid.
I don’t know.
I can’t explain it.
White stuff. It’s pouring in.
Something warm and hot in my mouth.
Strangely, it was incredibly sweet.
And, and then—
Fshhh—!!
Ah, I’m cumming.
I’m cumming, I came, I cammmmme.
The second I took its cum, it felt so good.
So good, too good, I couldn’t think.
It came, something’s spurting out, more and more.
I can’t sit up. I fell over. I’m lying down.
Cum is spraying across my face. Lick.
I stuck my tongue out and tried to suck off what had smeared across my cheek.
Shudder, shudder.
My body was trembling. Something was wrong. This was wrong.
It was different from when I’d masturbated at home. I came too hard. Too hard.
The cumming wouldn’t stop.
Something’s wrong.
Something’s wrong.
This is wrong.
It was just...
It was just sucking cock and jerking off with my hand.
But it felt so, so good...♡
.
"Fucking—!!"
Bang!
I slammed my hand into the wall.
With that blow, bricks burst loose and a hole opened in the wall.
It was the wall of the room, and yet it crumbled as easily as if I’d smashed a bundle of reeds.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Fuck!!
"Kahhh, ptui!"
Fuck.
No matter how much I spat, it kept coming back.
This taste wouldn’t go away!
Why wouldn’t this smell go away?!
Why was that disgusting stench still stabbing at my nose?!
You fucking piece of shit.
That thing’s loyal daughter had used me to make me suck off that beast bastard, and the moment I came, she was satisfied and vanished.
What the hell do you mean no loss?
She was just using my desire to save people to get herself off however she pleased.
Give me a break.
You toss out some weird hope and play with people because it’s fun?
Well, I guess that’s exactly the sort of monster you’d have to be to spout that bullshit about turning all life on Earth into daughters of that thing.
Emptiness.
Disappointment.
And anger—rage at being toyed with by a monster.
What a pathetic sight, cumming while saying, "That feels good."
Inside a gate, of all places? This was the time to be doing that?
"Did it really have to be like this... haaah."
Still. Now was the time to do what I had to do.
I took one deep breath.
Steeling myself, I walked back into the room where the man who’d become a beast was still waiting.
The beast was still tied to the pillar, its eyes closed.
Its pants were still unfastened, its cock still standing hard.
The first time I saw it, I couldn’t tear my eyes away, as if I’d been bewitched.
But maybe it was because my lust had finally been relieved. Now, even looking at it, it was nothing more and nothing less than an absurdly huge cock.
Yeah, it had to be that instinct that had messed me up.
"...I’m sorry. I’m not exactly in my right mind either."
In the end, it had been little more than using a corpse to get myself off.
Just how much had I insulted the dead?
I offered a small moment of silence for the poor man, then clenched my fist.
Once I swung this punch, that head would burst like a water balloon.
I shut my eyes tight and threw the punch anyway.
"Huh?"
No, I’d tried to.
"Wait a sec."
Was it always this small?
Now that I looked, the dick...
It seemed a little smaller.
The fur that had covered the whole face was already gone.
The fur around the chest, visible through the torn clothes, was still there.
But the facial fur had clearly returned to soft down, and the face itself had gone back to being human.
The young man’s eyes were closed.
It looked as if he were simply asleep.
"..."
The nasty taste still lingering on my tongue.
This wasn’t the taste of semen.
My body had changed so that cum tasted like sweet honey.
But this taste was bitter beyond belief, and all it did was make me feel sick.
This was.
This was the Beastification Factor.
The taste of the curse spread through the gate.
"Fuck... shit."
It was real.
That really was the way to save him.
My instinct hadn’t lied to me.
This really was a method of eating the curse in his place.
A way to save this man.
Which made it even more fucked up.
The curse was still left inside this brat’s body.
At this rate, all I’d done was buy him a little time; it was obvious he’d turn into a beast again.
I had to draw the curse completely out of his body.
And that meant...
"You want me to do more?"
This time, with a clear head?