Oh, Where Are You Going?

Veronica’s eyes, peering through the curtain, saw the pink-haired girl. A now familiar face. Asha’s changed appearance. But, a face slightly different from that familiar one… no, a face from a hazy memory.

Asha, with a face too embarrassing to recall, was in the blanket.

Severely constricted pupils, flushed cheeks, a mouth that seemed to be drooling. And a visible heat.

Veronica blinked at the sight, but Asha only let out ragged breaths, saying nothing.

Unlike Veronica, whose thoughts had stopped at Asha’s sudden heat cycle, the rod that had risen in her lower body hardened further at the sight, then spurted clear fluid from its tip.

Sniff, sniff, a sniffing sound was heard.

Naturally, the source of the sound was Asha. Sniffing with hazy eyes, she violently shook her head and tried to get up.

Because it felt like her head would go strange.

However, her malfunctioning body held her back as if asking, “Where are you going?” Her unbalanced body made her bury her face in Veronica’s thigh.

“A-Are you okay?”

A voice filled with concern was heard. Soon after, the throbbing of the rod. Asha, feeling as if her ears were being violated by that thumping and heat, flinched and trembled again, causing Veronica to grab her shoulder and groan.

“Why are you suddenly like this? Did I… go too far with the prank? No, that….”

Veronica, sputtering flustered words, met Asha’s gaze.

Asha’s face seemed to be tempting her. It was enough to appear so even to the naive Veronica, so anyone would have known.

With a gulping sound, Veronica’s rod throbbed once more.

Asha’s mouth opened.

“…Let, let me go.”

“Uh, uh, yeah….”

Carefully, she lifted Asha’s body, which flinched with every touch, and laid her on the bed. Asha’s body, which had sunk softly, slowly rose and became still.

Ragged breaths passed between Asha’s small lips. Then, her soft and dainty breasts were pressed by her clothes before regaining their shape. The sight looked very uncomfortable, so Veronica instinctively reached out.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Because you look uncomfortable…?”

Asha, whose mind was already a chaotic mess at its limit, thought it was a reasonable point and surrendered her body to Veronica.

Under Veronica’s touch, the buttons of the shirt came undone one by one.

Tok, tok, with small sounds, Asha’s pure white skin began to be revealed.

The hand, sliding down her sweat-soaked nape, unbuttoned the buttons covering her chest, revealing her bare breasts between the parted shirt. They momentarily swelled with an inhaled breath before regaining their shape.

The pink tips were still buried in soft flesh as if shy, but they were slowly revealing glimpses of themselves.

Another button came undone.

Her sweat-streaked stomach was visible. A distinct line, like a valley dividing her body, ran across Asha’s torso. At the end of that line was a soft-looking belly. Something seemed to be bulging out.

Veronica, having unbuttoned everything, stroked Asha’s lower abdomen as if enchanted.

“Hyaak!?”

With a strange moan, Asha’s waist arched like a bow. Veronica reached for Asha’s mouth to muffle the sound, worried that Cecil, whom she had just sent away, might hear and return.

It was natural for Veronica’s hand to become slick with saliva. Glancing down, Asha’s shorts were already soaked, having lost their function as clothing. The overflowing moisture was absorbed by the bed, so there was no problem, but….

A soft tongue touched Veronica’s palm as she stared blankly at it.

“…Sorry.”

Asha uttered the words with difficulty, accompanied by ragged breaths. Tears welled up in her eyes because her lower abdomen throbbed, kyung, kyung.

“Ve, Veronica….”

“Uh, s-say it.”

“H-Help me… my body feels strange….”

Asha had thought she was careful enough, but her body, gradually exposed to Cecil’s semen, had unknowingly accumulated frustration and heat cycle symptoms.

Asha, thinking it was just stress, only felt anxious and took no other measures. The cracked dam, touching the rod, finally collapsed.

Thus, a female in heat was created on the bed, and it made Veronica’s rod swell to its limit. However, Veronica deliberately ignored her hardened rod and reached out to Asha.

‘I-If I use my fingers… that should be enough, right?’

“I-I’ll help you now. Just… touch you a little?”

“Ugh… Uh-huh… Mmm.”

She felt sticky fluid gushing out from her rod, but Veronica deliberately ignored it and pulled off Asha’s pants. Soon, a thoroughly wet crevice was revealed. It was oozing sticky fluid as if desperately searching for something.

“….”

It seems worse than last time. Should I… try putting a finger in? It won’t hurt, right?

Veronica joined her middle and ring fingers and carefully began to insert them into the crevice. The first sensation she felt was heat. The intensely aroused flesh clung greedily.

Even that caused some fluid to spurt, but it still seemed insufficient.

Veronica swallowed her saliva and began to move again.

With a squelching sound, Asha’s waist lifted. When she moaned, Veronica had no choice but to cover Asha’s mouth with her other hand. As a soft tongue wrapped around her finger….

Past events flashed through Veronica’s mind.

The throbbing rod, along with a bubbling sensation in her lower body.

The memory of thrusting into the crevice.

…And Asha’s body, twitching at just one of her fingers.

Veronica found it hard to endure. If she hadn’t had experience, it would be one thing, but she already had. The sensation of pushing her rod into the damp, warm crevice. Asha’s face, panting, drenched in pleasure….

Veronica finally cast her shadow over Asha.

“Verohika?”

Asha questioned the sudden disappearance of the fingers and the looming shadow. Veronica silently twitched her rod.

She thought it was too much.

She was enduring like this, so why was only Asha enjoying herself? Asha herself was the one who had made her spurt and lose composure while she was trying to help with the collection.

She aimed her rod as if threading a needle. Soon, she felt the sticky, hot flesh meet. That alone felt good.

“D-Don’t….”

Asha, who had reached a faint climax, regained a little composure and attempted a meaningless resistance. Her body, already imagining the pleasure to come, was so aroused that her words lacked conviction.

“Why refuse? This is… the collection… act you wanted.”

Veronica pushed in the tip.

“Haaahk…!”

“It’s not… what you’re thinking. It’s just an act of collection.”

“Co-Collection?”

“Yes… that’s right, collection.”

Veronica whispered to the panting Asha.

“So… it’s okay. Because it’s not like that.”

And then, without waiting for an answer, she thrust her hips forward. Veronica’s rod disappeared into Asha’s crevice. The two women’s smooth lower bodies pressed tightly against each other.

The thoroughly wet crevice gripped and tightened around the rod as if welcoming it. The mouth, from which high moans escaped, mixed tongues under the pretense of preventing sounds from leaking out.

Asha’s languid tongue and Veronica’s tongue intertwined. Like lovers, they interlocked fingers and began to move their previously still hips again. Chal-bak, chal-ssak, with sounds, the red rod moved in and out of the pink crevice.

When Veronica’s rod plunged deep, Asha felt as if white stars were flashing before her eyes. Her body, on which indelible pleasure was being etched, Asha kept repeating to herself even while mixing tongues with Veronica.

This is not an improper act. It’s an experiment. It’s just preparation for research. So… it’s okay. It’s not strange.

“…Chup, chuup… huff, umph… Ebe….”

Even such thoughts began to be painted over in white. Now, only the rod churning in her lower body remained in Asha’s mind. Collection, rod, collection, rod.

Asha tightened her insides.

Since she couldn’t suppress her voice, the kissing continued. Veronica’s hip movements grew faster and faster. The throbbing was felt explicitly.

Asha instinctively realized. It was almost time for collection.

But there was nothing she could do. Only mix tongues, pant, and climax. All initiative belonged to Veronica.

The rising sensation of ejaculation.

Veronica also had no room. She thrust her hips like a beast. Adding strength to her interlocked hands… she thrust her hips up.

Asha’s waist, which arched greatly as if reaching climax, and Veronica’s pelvis, which pressed tightly against it without any gaps.

And then… the ensuing ejaculation.

With a gurgling sound, white semen began to fill Asha’s inside. The semen, gushing out, soon filled the space where Veronica’s rod had been, then overflowed and spilled out of the crevice.

It soaked Asha’s thighs and got onto Veronica’s body, which was pressed against her. The spilled semen was absorbed by the bed.

Veronica, who had been momentarily lost in the afterglow of ejaculation, came to her senses. She exhaled a hot breath into Asha’s mouth and pulled away. A thick string of saliva followed, then fell onto Asha’s body, adding to the stickiness.

Asha’s face, looked down upon… was a mess. A sight that stimulated lust.

Veronica’s head quickly cooled at what she had just done. But, before her heated mind could fully cool. A small pant and a voice reached her ears.

“…The collection… isn’t o-over yet.”

Veronica put the remaining pill into her mouth.