episode_0011

Contrary to her careful, affectionate, and truly thoughtful words, the fingers playing with her mouth were aggressive.

Unlike Saya’s fingers, which would be described as cute, her thin and long fingers freely play around in her mouth.

A strange liquid pooled in my mouth.

Somewhere,

I feel somehow bad,

It makes my stomach boil again.

“Oh, don’t make me laugh… . Who would be excited… .”

“’You kept feeling bad when you saw me… ? You were so upset that you couldn’t stand it… ?’”

The hand that came out of my mouth gently stroked my lower abdomen.

The place where his fingertips lightly pressed was actually the source of that unpleasant sensation, so he gritted his teeth without realizing it.

“’Poor thing… Yuna didn’t even know what state she was in because it was too late… Or was she scared? Because she knew this feeling would drive her crazy… ?’”

Somewhere in my heart, I knew that those words were close to the truth.

I had the confidence that I shouldn’t just leave this feeling alone, but I shouldn’t give in to it either.

I was convinced that if I did that even once, I would be ruined.

“’But you held back too much… too much… . You lied to yourself for too long… . The lies you didn’t realize were so long that you couldn’t untie them yourself… . You see, Yuna… .’”

Even though your eyes are covered, you can still sense the movements of your close-up opponent.

A partner who licks your cheeks, bites your shoulders, tickles your chest, and pokes your belly button while moving downwards.

With her hands tied behind her back and her fingers and toes tied together, Yuna is unable to bend her legs.

The person who buried his face in between spoke while bringing his soft lips to various places.

“’Yeah, people call it [horny]… .’”

The next move was extremely violent.

Despite the soft tone, the actions were close to violence.

He spread her two folds apart tightly, dug his fingers into her vagina, and began to caress her clitoris so roughly that the expression “biting” would be appropriate, as he gently sucked on her clitoris to make it stand out more.

But Yuna didn’t feel any pain.

It’s not just because of self-defense.

Because the truth that Saya’s voice spoke freed the feelings that she had hidden behind lies without even knowing it.

I lost consciousness several times as the surging pleasure spread throughout my body.

Even though I couldn’t breathe properly, let alone speak, and was croaking, I couldn’t help but admit it.

Yuna,

I’ve been in love with Saya for nearly two years.

Maybe ever since we first met.

A wave that shakes the whole body like a ripple several times.

My hair turned pure white, and for a moment I couldn’t think of anything, but that was actually welcome.

Yuna realized that perhaps this was what it meant to ‘go’.

I now understand why so many people are crazy about sex.

I found myself thinking back to when I was riding my bike.

When you run with the engine at full throttle, the things passing by are perceived not as objects but as lines, as trajectories.

As you run through the world of colorful trajectories, complicated thoughts disappear, and your body trembles along with the vibrations of the engine that runs wild, repeating intake, compression, explosion, and exhaust.

Become a part of the bike and let go of everything that normally holds you back.

It’s a completely different process, a completely different sensation, but the point is that you forget yourself.

“Ahhh… Haa… Ahhh… !”

A moan, almost like crying, was heard.

In a voice that melted as if the listener was embarrassed.

I couldn’t believe I was saying those words.

But even when I tried to stop, it didn’t stop.

The body doesn’t listen at all. It just responds with animalistic responses to the pleasure signals that continue without stopping.

Why… why… why doesn’t it stop… ah… ?

A question that arose belatedly.

Why… does this climax continue?

A, shouldn’t it be sinking…?

I was hit by waves of pleasure again and again, and my hazy nerves tried to focus and find the reason.

Deep inside my body, inside me, in a place where I was overcome by an unknown sensation whenever I thought of Sayah… there was something.

“That, stop… Don’t… Don’t… .”

I tried hard to squeeze out the words.

There were groans here and there and the tone sounded like pleading, but there was nothing I could do.

I’ve been longing for this feeling of my mind going blank, of forgetting myself, but this… was too long.

I’m happy, but

Even though I’m so happy,

I got scared.

“’Yuna too, her words and actions are completely opposite.’”

It was Saya’s voice, not Saya’s, that said that.

The breath exhaled along with the words touched the most sensitive part, and the flushed body twisted sensitively just by that.

“’How can I believe you’re going to stop when you’re biting my finger like this?’”

The other person was caressing the clitoris with his mouth while poking the vagina with two fingers.

It wasn’t the gentle, ticklish movements from before, but rather an extremely violent movement.

“’The entrance is blocked like this, but inside, it’s as if it’s been waiting to accept your finger. While spilling a lot of water.’”

I began to hear sounds I hadn’t heard before, or maybe I didn’t want to hear.

A sticky sound that mixes in with each finger movement.

The overflowing water drips down onto the opponent’s hands, thighs, and buttocks.

The climax doesn’t subside.

Over and over again, my body would jump with joy and I would moan without stopping.

You become unable to take things for granted.

The pleasure substances that exceed the capacity flood in and break down the nervous system.

“Haaah! Stop! Stop it! Please! Jeebaaal!”

“’You’re not a lesbian? Then you wouldn’t feel this way, right?’”

Now, she started saying things that Saya would never say, but her voice still sounded like Saya’s.

My head was filled with a sense of discomfort, but I couldn’t resist that voice.

“I, I didn’t feel it! I didn’t feel it… but… !”

“’Liars need punishment, right?’”

For a moment, the opponent’s mouth and hands stopped.

A long sigh that escapes without you knowing it.

“’What, I feel so sorry.’”

I couldn’t bring myself to refute the teasing voice.

Just taking a deep breath in the brief moment of leisure that I had barely managed to find, I tried to calm my body, which was on the verge of going completely crazy… .

“What, what are you doing…?!”

I felt a chill at the sensation of something like thread wrapping around my nipple.

I didn’t understand what he was trying to do.

I find myself shrinking without even realizing it, in the face of completely unknown behavior.

“’I’m trying to comfort you because you’re lonely up there.’”

The man who had wrapped both of her nipples with thread reached out and grabbed Yuna’s tongue.

The tongue was pulled out to its limit, and a thread was wrapped around the tongue piercing to secure it in place.

It is shaped like the letter “ㅅ” with the tongue centered and the nipples connected on the left and right.

“Eung, yung… .”

Yuna, who was about to ask what he was doing, stopped talking.

When you pull your tongue out to speak, the nipple is lifted and the thread tightens the nipple.

It’s not that painful because there is [resistance].

It won’t hurt that much or anything.

But the feeling of her chest and tongue being stretched at the same time was something that Yuna couldn’t bear right now.

It’s not because I hate it.

It was dangerous because it was good.

I had no choice but to stop talking, and the weight of my chest forced my tongue down.

I could guess that it would look like a puppy.

Saliva dripped down my tongue. Some of it flowed along the thread and reached my chest.

“Ha, aaah!”

The intense sensation that followed the next moment.

Because there had been a brief interval, she unconsciously threw her head back and let out a scream of pleasure that she had forgotten, and her chest was pulled up and her nipples were tightened in response.

“’I see you like it. That’s good.’”

The persistent caressing of Cli and Jill resumes, accompanied by a voice that seems to be pleased.

The fingers that repeatedly advance and retreat dig into the vagina as if they were scratching, but the body with [resistance] does not get hurt, and instead, it receives it with greater pleasure than before.

The clitoris, fully engorged with blood, is exposed without the need to remove the foreskin, and while it is endlessly delighted with gentle caressing, it is hungry for stronger stimulation.

Every now and then, just occasionally, whenever I ask a question lightly, I feel unbearably delighted.

The other person’s caresses were focused on the lower body, but that was enough.

Her body, drenched in dripping sweet saliva, was enough to make her lose her sense of reason just from the smell, and her chest, which swayed and tightened with the movement of her head and tongue, did not need any more caressing.

There was no more asking him to stop.

Because I knew you wouldn’t quit anyway.

I stopped even thinking about quitting.

Even the sense of crisis that things would get weird if things continued this way has disappeared.

Because it’s already gotten weird enough.

As the night wore on and the sun rose, Yuna had no choice but to continue orgasming.