Responsibility Like a Man

Claudia was slightly troubled.

It seemed the idiot in front of her had a face that didn’t understand what she was saying.

As Claudia tilted her glass, feeling frustrated,

the pink-haired girl suddenly sprang up from her seat.

“…?”

Claudia blinked in surprise at the girl’s sudden action and stared at her.

Her face seemed completely flushed with alcohol, her already rosy cheeks dyed bright red.

Her eyes were half-lidded and hazy,

but the direction of her gaze was clear.

The girl, who had been staring at Claudia, mumbled something, then suddenly slumped down.

“Sha, no, Asha?”

Along with Claudia’s voice, trembling with bewilderment,

the faint rustle of the table,

and a wet sob could be heard.

“It hurts….”

The drunkard, who had slammed her head on the table, awkwardly moved to reveal her face between Claudia’s legs.

Hot skin began to warm the space between Claudia’s firm thighs.

“W-wait, what are you….”

The pink-haired girl pushed her face between Claudia’s thighs and sniffed, then replied,

“…Because I made it like this… I have to… take responsibility….”

“….”

Claudia pondered those words for a moment.

So… since she was the one who stimulated Claudia, who was in her heat cycle… she would take responsibility and take care of her sexual needs…?

It was confusing.

She had just confessed that she was Asha, and now she was suddenly pushing her face in. How was she supposed to interpret this?

…Looking at her expression just now, it seemed she genuinely felt responsible.

Should she be happy about this?

Or… should she be sad?

Meanwhile, the drunkard’s soft hand stroked Claudia’s bulging area.

The rod, stimulated, pulsed with heat and twitched.

The judgment that had always led Claudia to victory in battles of life and death

did not provide an answer on what to do.

Perhaps it was because her heart was pounding,

and blood was circulating rapidly throughout her body.

Or perhaps it was the alcohol taking effect.

Claudia could only stiffen her body and stare at the pink head.

As the buttons came undone with a fumbling touch, Claudia’s large rod, slipping past her underwear, sprang out and rested on the pink-haired girl’s face.

The girl’s hot breath warmed Claudia’s rod.

Transparent fluid dripped from the twitching rod, falling onto the girl’s head, drip, drip.

Each time the hot breath touched her, Claudia’s reason was gnawed away and paralyzed, as if being slowly eaten.

She barely managed to suppress the accumulated lust she had been holding back, choosing the right time to release it.

However, the girl had no intention of stopping there.

She grabbed the rod resting on her face with both hands and began to move it up and down.

Along with the copious amount of sticky liquid that flowed out,

a squelching, squelching, squelching sound was heard.

“Kuh….”

It was a lukewarm stimulation, but perhaps it was due to the soft hands, different from her own, and the immense build-up of lust. A suppressed moan escaped Claudia’s lips.

The girl’s face was not clearly visible, hidden by the rod.

What kind of expression was the girl beyond it making now?

A sigh-like breath, as if erasing such worries, touched Claudia’s rod.

Claudia trembled, both her rod and her body, and bent her waist.

Saliva flowed from between her clenched teeth.

The rod was on the verge of exploding.

Words rumbled from Claudia’s mouth.

“J-just a moment… I-I’m about to c-come, so st-stop… it’ll be hard to clean up here….”

Then the girl’s hands paused for a moment.

The pink-haired girl, after a brief moment of thought,

opened her mouth as if asking what the problem was, and took Claudia’s thing into her mouth.

The hot body temperature, inflamed by alcohol.

The still-escaping breath.

And… a soft tongue.

At the sudden change in stimulation, the rod, unable to endure any longer, began to release its essence.

The thick, sticky, milky fluid that had gathered surged, surging into the girl’s mouth.

The girl swallowed it all down her throat, gulp, gulp, as if to leave no trace.

The sound of sucking on candy and swallowing something echoed loudly.

“Ah… uh….”

Claudia’s vision went white from the pleasure of the long-held ejaculation.

After the unexpectedly long ejaculation ended,

Claudia, who had barely regained her senses, saw

the girl with her mouth open, as if presenting it for inspection, showing that she had consumed all the essence.

The soft tongue inside her open mouth was drenched with saliva.

The girl mumbled,

“…It tastes bad.”

Claudia’s rod, which had still maintained its hardness, became even stiffer.

Then the girl mumbled with a blank expression,

“…Why isn’t this shrinking?”

Claudia’s reason, which she had barely maintained, crumbled.

“…If it went down that easily, it wouldn’t be called a heat cycle.”

“Ah… Ugh!?”

Claudia growled lowly and grabbed the pink head. Hair bristled between her strong fingers.

As if merely taking the tip into her mouth was no longer enough, Claudia shoved the rod straight into the girl’s open mouth.

“Ugh?! Uuugh!”

At the sudden insertion, the girl writhed as if in pain.

But the girl’s body, as if accustomed, breathed through her nose and endlessly accepted the rod.

Her mouth, already slick with essence and saliva, was fully prepared to swallow Claudia’s large rod.

The only one who didn’t understand this was the girl herself.

The girl, without knowing why, unconsciously exhaled through her nose,

and, held by Claudia’s strong hand, had to swallow and release the rod.

“Ubb! Churup, ugh!? Ugh!”

The sticky, wet sound of saliva and Claudia’s transparent fluid mixing echoed in the room.

The girl grabbed Claudia’s thigh and tried to push her away, but it was a meaningless resistance.

There was an unbridgeable difference in strength between them.

All the girl could do was move her body to ensure the large rod could enter smoothly without harming her, and not resist.

Her mouth tasted metallic.

Her throat was scratchy.

Each time the rod entered deep into her throat, she felt like gagging.

Her mind, hazy from alcohol, became even hazier.

Then the girl, Asha, felt something strange.

It should have been only painful.

She should have felt unpleasant at being used.

But for some reason, her lower abdomen kept trembling.

She felt the space between her kneeling thighs become damp.

Moving her limp hand to put it between her legs, Asha clearly realized:

Her crevice was wet, thoroughly drenched.

Upon realizing that, Asha’s already hot face flushed even more intensely.

At that moment, Claudia’s rod, which had been moving in and out of her mouth, thrust deep into her throat and began a fierce ejaculation.

“…I’m going to come.”

The essence, shot out with a squirt, hit Asha’s esophagus and flowed directly into her stomach.

Asha felt her stomach become bloated.

It felt as if the food, snacks, and alcohol she had consumed at the restaurant were being painted over with white.

-Knock, knock.

A knock was heard.

Claudia, startled, leaned forward and placed her hand on the table, shielding Asha.

Asha had to keep Claudia’s thing in her mouth even after the ejaculation was over. A sound would be made if she moved.

“…What is it?”

At Claudia’s question, the waiter carefully opened the door.

“It’s a complimentary service. I believe there were two of you….”

“…They just stepped out, so you don’t need to worry. The service is fine, so… I’d appreciate it if you could… leave.”

“Ah… My apologies.”

The waiter, tilting their head, closed the door as they were.

Without noticing what had happened inside.

A moment after the door closed.

“Puhak! Cough! Gack, guh-huh!”

Asha, who had been holding Claudia’s thing deep in her mouth, pulled her face away, gasping for breath.

The opaque fluid pooled in Asha’s mouth and on her tongue, forming a long string as it pulled away from Claudia’s rod.

Before she could pay attention, it dripped onto the floor, leaving opaque marks.

“….”

Surely it would have gone down after all that trouble.

When Asha, who had been coughing for a long time, raised her head,

Claudia’s rod was still standing stiffly.

The veins protruding from the pillar throbbed, still flaunting its vigor.

Asha laughed hollowly and mumbled,

“…Why is it still standing?”

Then Claudia chuckled and replied,

“…Do you understand now… how much I’ve been holding back?”

“….”

Claudia’s firm hand pulled Asha, who was sitting silently.

Asha’s face, pulled out from under the table, was filled with bewilderment.

No matter how strong she was… was it really possible to lift someone like pulling out a radish?

‘I didn’t even drink a Potion….’

If I returned to my original body and drank a Potion, could I exert power like Claudia…?

While Asha shook her head inwardly, Claudia lifted Asha and sat her on her lap.

A firm rod rose between Asha’s parted legs.

Asha shivered once from the heat rising from below her chin.

Claudia lightly bit Asha’s ear and whispered,

“You can feel that this isn’t the end… can’t you?”

The whisper entering her sticky ear somehow sounded sweet.

Claudia’s strong hand fumbled over Asha’s lower abdomen, then slipped into her pants.

“…What are you… doing.”

Soon, Claudia’s hand, having swept through the crevice, came out thoroughly slick.

Sticky liquid stretched in a long line between Claudia’s fingers.

“…You’re already wet? Wouldn’t it be better to take them off quickly before we go back?”

Saying so, Claudia released Asha.

Asha hesitated for a moment, then, with a deeply flushed face, put both feet on the ground.

And… she took off her pants and underwear, throwing them where they wouldn’t get wet.

Slightly swaying due to the lingering alcohol,

she mumbled softly,

“…It’s because of the heat cycle, so I can’t help it. I-I’m not exactly allowing my body to be─”

“Right, since it’s to take responsibility… let’s not count it.”

Asha took off her shoes and stepped onto the chair.

With her lower body fully exposed in front of Claudia’s face,

she slowly took a deep breath.

‘…This wasn’t what I intended.’

As Asha thought that, liquid dripped, drip, drip, from her crevice, wetting Claudia’s rod.

Her body, as if anticipating what was to come, was already salivating profusely.

Unlike her owner’s thoughts.