Ch.100Chapter 100

I thought she would want to be alone for a while out of embarrassment, but Ourr whined about going to the bathroom together. I couldn’t quite understand what was going through her mind—whether she wanted to erase the embarrassment or something else.

Was I still far from understanding her? As much as I liked Ourr, I wanted to understand her, but it seemed impossible.

As the situation unfolded differently from what I expected, my awkwardness only grew.

After cleaning up, I carefully followed Ourr with a change of clothes. Though bathing together was routine, today felt different.

Such curiosity was natural. We’d resolved it once before without incident. It was possible that a Demon God might be experiencing sexual desire for the first time.

Besides, though she wasn’t sick, she had been experiencing death recently, so subconscious stress couldn’t be ruled out. Considering that stress relief methods vary from person to person, it wasn’t completely unreasonable.

I suppose stress could be relieved that way.

I undressed to bathe with Ourr. She stared at me blankly, and only after confirming I was undressing did she begin removing her own clothes.

Perhaps she didn’t want to be the only one undressed.

“…Ourr, are you okay being with the Professor?”

When I asked casually, Ourr nodded with her back turned. Without seeing her expression, I couldn’t tell what she was thinking.

Since she said it was fine, I decided to do as she wished. I slipped into the spacious bathroom and looked at the bathtub.

“Do you want to take a bath?”

“…Yes.”

Ourr, who had been silent, answered quietly.

The sound of water filled the bathroom. As water drummed against the tub, I decided to wash myself first. I turned on the shower to check the water temperature when Ourr pouted.

“…Professor.”

“Yes?”

“What do you usually do in this situation…?”

“Huh?”

My eyes widened at Ourr’s question. Not knowing what to say, I could only stare at her with wide eyes.

Ourr still seemed embarrassed, her face flushed as she avoided my gaze. She just fidgeted with her thighs, looking unsure what to do.

The valley between her legs was slick. Transparent fluid that couldn’t be hidden on her pale skin trickled down her thighs. Even after she had stopped crying and calmed down, the liquid continued to flow down her body before she could clean up.

Her plump flesh, seemingly sensitive to stimulation, appeared reddened.

She had already reached climax, and I had waited until the afterglow faded. Yet Ourr stood before me as if still unsatisfied, dripping sweet fluid.

My gaze was drawn to the liquid running down between her legs and dripping from there. I stared blankly at the sight that seemed to demand my attention.

“Sometimes, when it gets itchy… everyone does this, right? Once you start thinking about it, you want to feel what you felt before… and when you start touching it, it gets itchier, until you can’t stand it anymore…”

Ourr mumbled before trailing off.

Her hand moved between her thighs. I could only watch silently as she seemed to grasp her pussy. The two middle fingers moved.

They seemed to be digging into her hole.

Squelch, squelch. The wet sounds stimulated my ears. Ourr, who had been moving her hand with her head down, let out a slightly labored breath. After a while, she raised her head slightly, her eyes half-glazed.

“Professor… earlier was… strange.”

I thought she had been satisfied with what we did before, but apparently not. It seemed like she had reached climax, but the flow had been interrupted, making it impossible to say she had fully climaxed.

“Is it itchy?”

“Yes… like before, please do it like you did before… uh.”

Despite being so embarrassed when caught doing it secretly that she wanted to die, now that we were both naked, she seemed to recall what she had learned from me and was acting quite composed.

While I had no intention of refusing Ourr’s request for help with masturbation, I was concerned that she might be becoming too dependent on me.

Of course, I’d like Ourr to stay by my side, but if she depended on me even for things like this, I worried about what might happen later.

“I’ll show you how, so why don’t you try it once?”

“…Are you going to show me yours?”

Ourr stopped her hand and stared at me. She was innocently asking if I was going to show her how I masturbate, and I wasn’t sure whether to deny it or confirm it, so I just opened and closed my mouth.

Then I shook my head. No matter what, I felt uncomfortable masturbating in front of Ourr, so I decided to teach her directly using her pussy.

If before I had just made her climax, now this could be considered a lesson on how to masturbate.

“Ourr, sit here.”

I offered her a small bathroom stool. After seating her, I knelt beside her. Pressing against her back, I spread her legs and slowly extended my hand.

Ourr placed her hands on both knees and stared intently at where my hand was going. It was an erotic posture.

“Do you know that this is your… important part, called a pussy?”

“…Pussy.”

Ourr murmured softly.

As soon as I said it, I froze, feeling it was too vulgar. I questioned whether I was crazy for making Ourr say such things.

Since I couldn’t take back what I’d already said, I tried to move on naturally.

“How did you do it, Ourr?”

When I asked, Ourr hung her head, perhaps out of embarrassment, and mumbled something. It sounded like she was saying something, but I couldn’t hear clearly, so I remained still.

Realizing I couldn’t hear her, Ourr slowly raised her voice.

“…I poked it with my fingers…”

“I see. If you poke it like that from the start, it might hurt.”

Although she might have felt pleasure by somehow getting wet, she couldn’t have truly felt good. It was possible that pain accompanied the process, making it difficult.

I brought my hand closer and stroked her pussy lips.

“Like this, you need to stimulate it slowly from the outside first. Then your pussy will twitch, right?”

“…Uh.”

Ourr nodded with a small moan.

I could see her expression contorting slightly at the ticklish sensation. When I stroked her wet pussy hidden between her labia with my finger, Ourr clenched her teeth and trembled.

“Are you sensitive now?”

“Yes, y-yes.”

She nodded her head vigorously, trembling. Though she might not have been satisfied, she had climaxed, so she seemed quite aroused. Since she was sufficiently warmed up, I decided to stimulate her slowly.

As I touched her wet pussy, sticky fluid coated my fingertips. When I stroked upward with my finger, her soft, elastic flesh bounced back. It was so springy it seemed like it would make a sound effect.

“Uuuh…”

“Does it feel a little better?”

“Yes, yesss…”

Nodding at Ourr’s response, I moved my hand again. With my finger curved like a hook, I searched for her entrance. As I slowly stroked around it and then slipped my finger inside, there was a squelching sound as fluid flowed out.

The love juice that had wet my second and third knuckles soon flowed down to my palm.

“Mmm. Ahh…”

Ourr trembled and then leaned her body forward. Since I was embracing her from behind, she didn’t fall backward but leaned against my chest.

“Like this, you scrape the walls inside. Since your own fingers can only reach this far, finding a spot around here that gives you intense stimulation would be good for you, right?”

“E-everything feels strange. Uuh, ah. Aahh.”

Ourr’s eyes glazed over. Drool trickled from her mouth, wetting her chin. Ourr trembled and leaned against my body. The arms that had been holding her knees began to grasp my arm that was reaching for her pussy, and her legs, unable to endure, finally closed the distance.

“Ourr, are you okay?”

“Sparkle, sparkle…”

Wait, is she really okay?

“Oh, ah, uuuh…”

With the increasing stimulation, what came from Ourr’s mouth now was something different from human speech. The intensity with which Ourr’s body clung to my arm grew stronger bit by bit.

Her body, which had been holding onto me with all its might, heaved and repeatedly tensed and relaxed.

“Ohk, oohk…”

“This is your sensitive spot, isn’t it? It might be a bit uncomfortable.”

It wasn’t the front but the back. This meant that if Ourr wanted to relieve herself with her hand, rather than masturbating with a hooking motion, she should straighten her fingers slightly and masturbate with a poking sensation with her fingertips.

“Now, when you want to come, you need to poke this spot where you feel a lot of stimulation like this.”

Since my fingers were longer and thicker than Ourr’s, I could poke it right away. Each time I did, Ourr threw her head back as if she didn’t know what to do.

Glazed eyes, dripping saliva, and now her pussy juices began to splash out.

My hand moved vigorously. As I intensely stirred inside Ourr, she began to focus on the oncoming pleasure without needing to learn how to masturbate.

She didn’t seem to hear anything I was saying. Once it gets to this point, it’s difficult to focus on someone else’s words anyway. Accepting that, I also concentrated on attacking Ourr’s pussy.

“Pro-fessor…! Mm, ah, ack, huyck, uck, cumm, cumming…! Aaaahh!”

Ourr let out a sound close to a scream as if she had reached climax. At the same time, she straightened her waist and squirted. She had squirted earlier too, but I didn’t expect her to spray like this again.

I stimulated Ourr’s pussy with the intention of draining all her fluids, riding the momentum.

“Haak, ack, haang, huuh.”

Ourr, who had been moaning ecstatically, exhaled roughly as if her energy had drained. The force of her squirting diminished, and my hand movements gradually ceased.

“How was it? This is how you do it here.”

Ourr showed no reaction. It seemed I should let her enjoy the afterglow this time too.