episode_0001
by fnovelpiaThe elevator was incredibly stuffy. The space itself was ample for two people, but it wasn’t the space that was the issue; it was the person standing next to me. Thinking about it made carrying my bag feel oddly out of place. Why did I bring this mismatched backpack? Could there be tools inside to dismantle me, perhaps? An unease crept over me.
“Um.. M-me too! I’ll go back! I always eat cup ramen, so my insides aren’t that healthy! I’m thin and frail, so there’s no fun in poking me!”
My anxiety eventually hit the panic switch, and unable to contain myself, I rolled my eyes back and started yelling loudly. As I began to have a fit, she, too, panicked and let out a loud scream.
“Why would I kill you! What were you thinking! Calm down first! Please!”
I started flailing my arms wildly in a state of frenzy, but she grabbed my arm, trying to calm me down.
“I may not know what you were thinking, but I’m not a murderer. Calm down, I won’t kill you, okay? Take a deep breath and exhale slowly.”
“Lies! You’re going to tie me to the bed in the room and slowly kill me as part of your bondage play! It was weird from the start that you were getting paid to play together! Spare me!”
Screaming like a chicken with its head caught, she held onto my arm, trying to regain control to swing my arm again.
“I didn’t want it to come to this…”
She shook her head back and then swiftly struck me on the forehead. The impact on my forehead silenced the words I was spewing in confusion, and soon, along with her voice, my vision faded into darkness.
“Ugh…”
I woke up with a tingling sensation between my eyebrows. I looked around with a grimace on my face. It seemed like I had been dragged into the room after all. There I was, lying on a large bed reflected in a huge mirror, surrounded by exaggerated decor.
“Are you awake?”
She spoke with muffled pronunciation, possibly with something in her mouth. Gradually, a ticking sound emerged, accompanied by thin smoke rising.
“I… am I not dead…?”
Touching her body, I asked, unsure if the sensory experience was real.
“You’re alive. It was quite a hassle dragging you here. The room happens to be at the end of the corridor.”
Getting up from the sofa, she approached the bed holding an ashtray in one hand. Standing a few steps away from the bed, she looked down at me and brushed off the ash from the ashtray.
“Am I going to die now…?”
I resignedly said, thinking fleeing was futile.
“Ugh… so frustrating… If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it already. Why would I keep you alive?”
After uttering these words and exhaling smoke, she flicked the cigarette on the ashtray and placed it on the coffee table. Climbing onto the bed, she scanned me up and down.
“Shall we get your clothes off? Both top and bottom.”
“What?”
I responded with a bewildered question to her statement.
“Hurry up, I waited for you to wake up after fainting!”
Seeing that I wasn’t moving my hands, she reached for my upper garment to start undressing me. Her actions quickly turned me into a statue.
“W-wait… Why are you taking off my clothes! Stop!”
Without resistance, she grabbed my cheeks with both hands and pressed her lips against mine. With a squelching sound, her tongue invaded my mouth. My stiff tongue crumbled under her assault, mixing saliva with her essence.
“Mmm…! Stop…!”
She relentlessly attacked the inside of my mouth. While doing so, she gently pinched and teased one of my nipples with her thumb and forefinger. Perhaps due to the ticklish sensation coming from the small bumps on my body, I squirmed slightly.
“Don’t think of it as ticklish; try to perceive it as feeling it little by little.”
As she pulled away, a thin strand of the viscous mixture of saliva lingered and stretched between us.
“I’ll touch the other side since it looks lonely.”
She began to tease my remaining nipple, causing the ticklish sensation to double. I twisted my body even more while leaning on the bed’s headboard. As the ticklish feeling accumulated, my body gradually grew warmer.
“Uh… Hoo… Ah…”
My body became increasingly sensitive. Hearing my moans, she smirked, lowered her head, and started rolling her tongue over my stiffened nipple, which was now covered in sticky, warm saliva, making the sensation more intense than when touched by hand. She began sucking on my nipple, continuing to roll or tease it with her tongue. Each time her tongue stimulated my nipple, my body twitched slightly, sending a strong sensation through my spine to my brain in an instant.
“Ah!”
A voice I had never heard before escaped my lips. Sensing my body’s reaction, she stopped and withdrew her mouth and hands.
“That felt really good, didn’t it? Your girly moans made your body shiver a bit. I haven’t even tormented you that much, but you’re already trembling here.”
She flicked my earlobe with her finger. Unbeknownst to me, my penis had become erect. She opened a few drawers of the bedside table and took out a long bottle of lubricant. Opening the lid, she poured some lubricant into her hand and grabbed my penis.
“Even though I haven’t done much yet, you’re already at this point. There’s still more to come.”
Moving her hand slowly around my penis, she spoke softly. Perhaps due to the slippery lubricant, my penis felt more sensitive. The sounds of slightly accelerated breathing from both of us, along with the pleasure rising from my penis, melted my mind. My gaze lowered, and my pronunciation gradually changed.
“Even though we haven’t done much, you’re falling apart like this. Where did that person who was going crazy earlier disappear to?”
She increased the speed of her hand, intensifying the stimulation. It felt like new sperm were being produced inside my testicles and moving towards the exit.
“Oh… I think I’m going to… Ah… Hoo!”
A white liquid flowed out vigorously. The amount was substantial, far surpassing what usually came out during masturbation. Her hand was now a mess of lubricant and semen.
“Wow, that’s a lot! Is this your first time with a woman? Or have you not masturbated in a while?”
Looking at my semen on her hand, she remarked. She seemed pleased, almost proud, as she smelled the strong scent of my semen.
“The smell of this thick semen… It’s been so long since I’ve smelled it. Please come by more often in the future.”
Upon hearing her words, I relaxed my waist, letting my arms, which had been supporting my upper body, collapse as I lay down. A sense of relief, release, and excitement washed over me. While the first two sensations were familiar from masturbation, the feeling of excitement was something entirely new. Could it be that a woman’s touch could evoke such a response?
“Excuse me? I’m already done. I can’t go on.”
Still lying down, I said to her. Embracing a moment of enlightenment, I let my body relax slightly, taking a deep breath. She shook my penis as if to say that the philosopher’s time had arrived.
“Just because you finished once doesn’t mean it’s over. I haven’t even started yet. I’ll wash my hands first and be right back.”
Relinquishing the penis that remained unresponsive, she removed her hands. Moving carefully to avoid touching the sheets, she left the bed and headed to the bathroom. I pondered today’s experience once again. It was a wealth of information to process: entering a love hotel with a stranger, experiencing a frenzy in the elevator, being dragged to the room and receiving manual stimulation.
“How about you take a quick shower too?”
Wiping her hair with a towel and wrapping her upper body in a shower towel, she emerged.
“Ah… Yes…”
Seeing her after her shower made my face flush. To avoid getting caught, I hurried into the bathroom. Stepping into the shower booth, I turned the faucet and felt the warm water hitting me.
‘Out of the blue, I’m doing something like this with a girl for the first time… Could it be that sympathy is at play today? I don’t even know what to do.’
Indeed, since entering university, I had lived a life completely unrelated to women. I didn’t attend events held by my department, nor did I ever try to pick up girls. With this small, slender body, at most, I would have appeared as nothing more than a high school student in the eyes of others my age. Besides, gaming took higher priority over dating for me. However, judging by the record-breaking amount of activity lately, it seemed I hadn’t entirely given up on the opposite sex. Feeling that my head had cooled down somewhat, I turned off the faucet, grabbed a towel, roughly dried myself off, then picked up another one to wipe my hair. After blow-drying my hair, I emerged.
“Oh? You’re out?”
Around her were neatly arranged dildos and vibrators of various sizes. It was the first time I had seen so many adult items in one place. The fact that these were the things that had been in her bag initially shocked me once again. I thought it took great courage to carry a bag full of adult items in broad daylight. She was smiling to herself, seemingly lost in the happy dilemma of deciding which one to use first.
“Oh right. I need to do this.”
She tossed an object contained in a small plastic bag towards me. Startled by the suddenly flying object, I awkwardly caught it in my arms. The object was pink in color, with a round body attached to a thin, elongated tube. Inside the body, there seemed to be liquid sloshing around.
“What’s this? Is it like a pill you swallow?”
I asked her about the unfamiliar item.
“It’s not for swallowing, it’s for inserting.”
“For inserting?”
“Yeah, it’s for putting in your butt. You have to clean it well before inserting.”
Her response made me realize. These devices prepared here were not for her but for me. I tried to escape reality by slightly turning my head, but turning my head wouldn’t make those things disappear.
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