311. Sex Friend (6)

“It’s all cold now, this….”

“It’s not cold, honestly.”

“…The cola’s gotten lukewarm.”

“Alright. I’ll get some ice.”

I went to wash up before eating chicken… and we did it again.

What is this guy, really.

Is he even human?

No matter how twisted my sexual knowledge is… I know well enough that men get exponentially more exhausted with each time.

Just how many times have we done it today….

Isn’t it the kind of thing that doesn’t recharge just by sleeping for a bit?

…Me, well.

I didn’t hate it, though.

“Here. Pour it in here and drink.”

“…Yes.”

Anyway, while washing up together instead of eating chicken, I realized that the President’s skin was surprisingly not that thick.

Whether it was from me, or from some other woman, there were plenty of fingernail marks left on his back.

There weren’t many beard marks either, and for someone with that much muscle, there wasn’t much acne or blemishes….

I hadn’t noticed because I never had a chance to see him this close, but it’s no wonder he’s popular.

Right, the President’s nickname when he played baseball was ‘Whitey’.

He was the type to cake on sunscreen until his face turned completely white, so it makes sense he’d be interested in his skin….

“…Why are you staring so intently while I’m eating?”

“Huh? Oh, no. Just….”

“Is there sauce on my mouth?”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that….”

“…Really?”

As I stared intently at the President while thinking that, perhaps sensing my gaze was uncomfortable, he shifted slightly, putting some distance between us.

…After he was ravaging me just moments ago, isn’t it too unfair to react like this just because I’m looking?

I… gave my virginity to the President, let him cum inside me.

…I wore the micro bikini for him, let him do the NTR play, endured the sounds even when the delivery guy came, and gave him a good scrub with bubbles while bathing.

Seeing him suddenly try to distance himself annoyed me, so I moved closer to the President, who was sitting across the table.

“What is it.”

“….”

…But now that I’d moved closer, I had no idea what to say.

If I tried to seduce him openly like before bed… I felt like I’d get screwed again, so I hesitated.

If I just shut up and ate chicken, that felt like it would be awkward too….

I fiddled pointlessly with my dolphin shorts, rolling my eyes around in regret, when suddenly.

“Ah….”

Suddenly, chak, the President’s thick hand pressed against my thigh. The moment his hand touched my thigh.

…I could feel my body, which had just been washed clean, getting wet again.

We hadn’t even done anything, yet already….

“Tasty.”

“…Y-yes, right…?”

“Yeah. …Chewy and delicious.”

Hearing the President’s ambiguous compliment, the meaning of which I couldn’t quite grasp, I obediently sat down and filled my hungry stomach.

Of course, the President…

Seemed to have enjoyed something other than chicken.

**

After finishing the meal and brushing my teeth without much thought, I had no idea what to do next.

…What’s the normal thing to do after a meal with a boyfriend?

Of course, the President isn’t my boyfriend… but it’s a similar situation anyway.

Everything I’ve read or watched in books, anime, or dramas taught me about dates, sex, and pillow talk, but… honestly, I don’t know what happens in between.

The only things I vaguely remember are a few pure romance stories….

In those, they wake up and have sex, eat and have sex, wake up from sleep and have sex….

…No, maybe that’s the right answer?

Is that what everyone does normally?

“……”

“Why are you sitting so quietly on the bed?”

“Ah, well….”

“Not doing it. You’ll get indigestion if we do it right after eating.”

It seems the knowledge I had was incorrect.

Right, if I were to be pounded and taken like just now right after eating, it wouldn’t be strange to throw up.

So what should I do now?

…Should I lie down and trade some jokes?

But the President doesn’t seem like a geek, so there’s no way we’d understand each other….

“So, let’s go for a walk to help digestion.”

“Huh?”

Perhaps sensing my confusion, the President casually suggested we go for a walk.

A walk… a walk.

Of course, it’s better than sitting here awkwardly staring blankly….

Ah, wait a second.

“Yeah, a walk. You’ll feel better soon if you walk a bit.”

“….”

…A walk?

A w-walk?

Did he really mean a walk in the wholesome sense?

Even now… his bulge is straining against his pants?

…Isn’t he planning to fuck me outside?

Maybe, put a leash on my neck…!

“…Why are you glaring at me so menacingly? Don’t you want to go?”

“Huh? N-no, it’s not that….”

“If you don’t want to go, wait here. I’ll go for a short walk by myself.”

“No, no, wait…!”

Perhaps my absurd misunderstanding was visible to the President, he wore a slightly offended expression and walked outside alone.

Feeling apologetic for my own wild assumptions and not wanting to be left alone in the room, I hurriedly followed the President, but.

“Hey, President…!”

“Aren’t you cold?”

“Huh? Oh….”

…The October dawn was colder than I expected.

I was obediently grabbed by the President and pulled back inside the house.

“Put something on. …Oh, this too.”

“……”

For a moment, I could dismiss the misunderstanding I’d had about the President.

A thin cardigan.

…Because I received the leash I had bought with my own money.

Actually,

I hadn’t misunderstood at all.

**

Just in case, I put on a mask and walked ahead down the street with a suspicious gait.

Behind me, the President followed, holding my leash and matching my pace.

I’m crazy, crazy, crazy…!

Even though there’s no one around at dawn, this is…!

“Want to go back? …I don’t really mind either way.”

“…No.”

But I couldn’t turn back now.

Because I walked out here on my own.

Daydreams, in the end…

Are something you do because you’re anticipating something.

…If I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t have had any daydreams or misunderstandings.

My heart feels like it’s going to explode, but

If not now, I’ll never experience this again.

“Let’s stop by the convenience store. I think I need to buy underwear too.”

“….”

Whether he knew how I felt or not, the President chatted nonchalantly, starting to pat my butt.

…Sigh, I feel like I’m going crazy.

The moment we encountered anyone, I felt like I would throw up,

And the feeling of my heart throbbing on the verge of nausea was incredibly thrilling.

Why… why I understand why all sorts of weird people on Twitter do public exposure.

Of course, I don’t feel like stripping at all, but

Still, doing bad things in an open place is incredibly exhilarating….

“Nnngh…! Ah, President…!”

“…You seemed to be enjoying it.”

As I walked precariously, gasping for breath, the President, who had been patting my butt, put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed my not-so-large breasts tightly.

…He’s crazy, really.

There might be no people, but the streetlights are on, so everything is visible…!

But, if not for this guy, I wouldn’t find anyone else willing to do this, no matter how hard I looked….

“…Don’t take my clothes off.”

“If it goes that far, it’s public indecency.”

So, I had no choice but to yield to the President, offering my breasts and receiving a thrill that made my back shiver in return.

…Sigh, what would happen if I ran into someone I knew like this?

If I met my college friends, my life would be…

Huh?

“Eek…!”

“What is it.”

“Oh, n-no. I just thought I saw something….”

“A ghost?”

“Don’t say scary things…!”

Perhaps due to extreme tension, I mistook the swaying trees in the distance for footsteps and flinched, only to start sweating profusely thanks to the President whispering nasty things in my ear before I could even relax.

…How much sweat have I lost since washing up earlier?

I changed clothes, but I’m already damp.

And the other side too…,

Sigh.

At this rate, I won’t be able to say anything if he drags me to a secluded place and fucks me….

“Alright, I won’t joke around anymore. Go to that convenience store over there and buy some underwear and condoms.”

“Okay…. …Huh?”

However, instead of dragging me to the park to fuck me, our President.

Pointed towards the nearby convenience store, pushed my back, and then.

“Or do you want to go in together? …Like this.”

“……”

…With my breasts being groped like this,

And the leash being pulled, being socially murdered in front of the part-timer.

Or…

He gave me the choice between experiencing the humiliation play I’d seen dozens of times in cheap novels.

“…Alright, go ahead.”

“……”

The President, truly squeezing out his last shred of conscience, untied my leash.

He walked side-by-side with me to the convenience store across the crosswalk, then sat alone on a plastic chair, waiting for me.

I…

To meet the President’s expectations.

“Welcome…”

“……”

…Stepped into the convenience store, unable to do so confidently.

Crouching low, I searched the store and hastily grabbed men’s underwear and the first condoms I saw,

Tossed them onto the counter, handed over my card without making eye contact with the cashier,

“…Do you need a bag?”

“Huh? No, I’ll be using them right away…”

“……….”

…And meticulously completed the mischievous play the President had ordered.

Clutching the items in both hands, I fled the convenience store like a fugitive and hid behind the President’s back, my face bright red.

“…I did it.”

“Did what.”

“Like you said… that I’d use them right away…”

“…I never told you to say that.”

“Huh?”

But.

…The President looked at me with an amused gaze, as if asking what nonsense I was talking, and chuckled.

“You didn’t get confused after reading some weird book, did you?”

“No, I mean, you definitely, you definitely did…!”

I frantically tried to recall my confused memory, rolling my eyes around, but.

…No matter how hard I searched my memory, I realized he had never said such a thing.

Realizing that, my face turned beet red, and then.

“I told you I didn’t. …Though I wanted to order you to.”

“……”

Click, I realized the leash was back around my neck.

…Now,

Just as he wanted.

I instinctively knew I had no choice but to be dragged anywhere,

And instinctively knew it.