episode_0014

Zenkai no Penny Dickens!

“… … We’ll always be ‘friends,’ right?”

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… … Look at how I put quotation marks around ‘friend’ and even put it in bold. This is 140% testing me.

As for me, of course, I have lived my entire life closed off from dating. When I was young, I at least had friends as a child, but after entering middle school, I naturally became a loner.

Why was it… … . My hometown was a quiet suburban village when I was running around with my nose running, but around the time I entered middle school, it was incorporated into the surrounding metropolitan area, and high-rise apartments abounded there.

There was no way for a simple and unsophisticated country kid to compete with the sophisticated city girls flocking to him from the city.

Because I wasn’t born with squinty eyes, long hair, or a black sidekick. Of course, I never felt miserable.

As a child who grew up more familiar with the letters in books than with human words, I also knew how to sometimes enjoy solitude, like the empty taste of coffee.

The ‘fishy smell’ I brought out when mischievous children teased me was a friendly scent that accompanied my home, and the pigtails my mother had given me every day since I was a baby.

However, no matter how much self-justification was done, it was true that a healthy adolescent girl’s view of love, who matures by meeting friends of the opposite sex, dating, fighting, breaking up, and loving, was not established.

How does the moment of eye contact in a movie lead to a kiss, and what are the words written in a love letter that make you stamp your feet like that?

Why do people do such troublesome and expensive things as dating, and where does the imagination of popular singers who seem to have experienced every relationship in the world come from?

… … Such riddles were more difficult than the wisdom of Medusa Bamson, who explored all the remote places and ruins of the world and solved all the curses and magic that had attached to her body.

Things I realized by just sitting here, such as the fact that I like girls and that my dick also reacts to girls… … .

I only knew these two things. Other than that, nothing.

… … Even I, who is so obsessed with dating, can tell right away that the signal Finn is sending right now is unusual. Even if a stone Buddha comes, he will realize that the situation is wrong.

Finn has a personality so simple that even a fool can understand it. All emotions are revealed on the face, wings, and tail, and they do not even try to hide them.

Above all, Finn and I grew up with a similar number of friends, so it wouldn’t be wrong to say that I understand Finn’s psychology quite well.

And all my reasoning skills point to one conclusion. Finn has awakened to his dangerous affection for me, and is burning a fierce desire for destruction to protect his love.

That desire cannot be explained by things like ‘jealousy toward Vergilia-senpai.’ Because right now, Finn has eyes that want to have me even if he has to break me.

How can you say this so definitively? It’s not because I’m a narcissist. I can tell because Finn and I are ‘the same kind’.

… … The fact is that real people are overly absorbed in their first friends and first loves.

The ‘friend’ that Finn refers to here is not at all a positive word that symbolizes friendship and loyalty.

Rather, it can be taken to mean ‘a relationship in which the possibility of further development in the relationship has been blocked, a relationship in which there is no such thing as a business relationship, a miserable unrequited love and then die, idiot.’

Of course, it has a very aggressive meaning. No matter how you look at Finn’s reaction right now, he looks at me as more than a friend.

Whether it is in the form of crazy psycho lesbians, the realm of best friends being more important than lovers, or the desire to become one by eating, there is no change in the fact that it is dangerous.

If I make even a single mistake, it’s not strange if the fire breath comes right away and makes me ripe in a different way.

“I… … I think Finn is something that can’t be described as a ‘friend’… … !”

Okay, this is good luck. “When Finn said he would go with me today, I realized again how much he values me and how important he is to me. If it were me, I wouldn’t have said that because I’m a coward… … .”

Even if I show that I care too much about Finn’s complexion, it might backfire. Here, I need to appeal to the fact that I always value the pin with all my might, regardless of the situation.

“… … So, what am I to Penny?”

Is that really the question?

“Fin is, uh, um… … .”

Finn, who had put the box of snacks down on the floor, turned around and walked straight towards me. I almost recoiled in surprise, but I shouldn’t back down.

“If you are not a ‘friend’… … .” Before we knew it, we were so close that our hot, burning breath could touch us. A spicy scent. The vertically slit red eyes emit a menacing light like red-hot iron. “What kind of being?”

It didn’t seem like he was asking harshly, but his voice was calmer than ever before. These eyes are purely out of curiosity about our relationship and wanting to take it to the next level… … It’s asking eyes.

How it reacts to that answer depends only on the dragon’s madness. If I answer that even a voice drowning in tears is cute, will they understand? … .

A few seconds passed while I filled my head with thoughts, and even a dragon who lives for eons had enough time to wait.

Finn carefully stretched out his soft hand and headed for the nape of my neck. She lifted her braided hair with the back of her scaled hand and wrapped the back of her neck.

The tip of the jagged nail parted the root of the back of my head and tickled the nape of my neck, making my back stand on end. “P, pin… … . Here, outside… … .”

“… … I know.” Feeling like I’m clinging to a straw, I grab the box of snacks hard, but that too is snatched away by Finn and placed on the floor.

Finn’s hand, which is embracing me, is shaking even more than mine. He’s definitely worse at love than me. And with courage greater than mine, or with the dragon’s peculiar obsession with possessions, he crossed over that high wall of fear.

to be honest… … happy. The fact that Finn thinks of me this much is the happiest thing since I was accepted into the academy. And I also really, really value pins.

However, that doesn’t mean I can refuse Senior Virgilia’s offer, nor can I join in the path of a precious friend becoming corrupted by lust.

If we immediately run away beyond the fence of the Academy and spend our lives burning with obsession for each other… … That’s not what I think a desirable life should be like.

And the most important thing is that if Finn somehow finds out about my relationship with Miss Edrose in the future, we will be roasted until they evaporate… … .

No, more than that, the problem is how to reveal that she is a futanari… … .

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I had wasted so much time climbing up the maze to the third floor and then getting back out, that the clock hanging on the steeple was already showing 4 PM.

However, the sun, which should be in the sky, is not yet visible. All I see before my eyes is pins and pins.

A thick tail wrapped around its leg. The rough end caught my knee and it was painful. As I raise my hand and slightly resist, the red wings swallow me whole.

Now he is completely caught as prey. A strong cinnamon scent that made me dizzy hit the bridge of my nose. It was the smell of biological gunpowder emitted by a nervous dragon.

“I have a penny… … ” The pin’s nails, which had been ground blunt and had lost their sharpness, but were still sharp and menacing, dug into the skin on the nape of my neck. “I like it so much that I get the same Patronus.”

My tense body stood on end and my pulse increased. Blood rushed to my head, my face turned red and my breathing became difficult. What kind of confession is this? Is this a romantic line by Potterhead standards? … ?

However, the destructive power of the three words ‘I like you’ spoken by a girl like Finn is profound. So much so that I start thinking thoughts I shouldn’t have again.

“Pin… … If you do this, you can’t… … .”

“You don’t like doing this?” Finn’s lips dance close to my cheek.

“What I don’t like is… … Ugh… … .”

Do you think you won’t like it? It’s too good to be true. Aside from being so sudden and unrealistic, this situation is dangerous. Captured by Menhera Dragon, in the middle of the road.

Not long after we met, Finn proudly took the number 1 spot in Penny Dickens’s lifetime daughter rankings… … I’m having my chin gently tickled by an outdoor seduction play I’ve never imagined.

“… … Ugh, haha… … .” I can’t tell if I’m imagining masturbating in a dream or if it’s reality, so I can’t control my dick at all.

I tried to hold on to the dick, whose foreskin was quickly coming off, with both thighs, but… … It was hard and swollen towards the floor, and I could feel it already starting to leak Cooper fluid.

The Cooper fluid was not at the level of condensation, but was spurting out violently every time the cock jerked, just like the ownerless dog that lived in the neighborhood when I was young, spraying transparent semen while in heat.

Today’s erection is different from usual. Normally, my dick would feel pleasantly enlarged with the feeling that it would swell and stand up, but now it feels like it is being stretched to the point where it hurts.

In order to intentionally make me come into heat, Finn is stimulating me by spraying cinnamon-scented gunpowder, possibly a pheromone, around my face.

The blood vessels on my cock were so bulging that I could feel them standing out even above my skirt. It is not clear whether the dick was sticking out from under the skirt.

… … Simply put, if you were to ask who has the worse body between Miss Sammy and Finn, it would definitely be Miss Sammy.

Compared to Miss Sammy, who has two watermelons and a double Hans that no one can do, Finn is soft, white, fresh, and closer to a less ripe Slender.

It’s a shame because Miss Sammy is the quiet type who likes to sit around, and if she had even done squats in her room in that outfit, even Miss Edrose would have died from a rupture in her stomach.

However, there is an absolute difference between someone who fantasizes about all kinds of perverted and inhumane activities every night and spits out semen as much as he wants, and someone who intentionally abstains.

When I look at it from afar, Miss Sammy, who has a sense of immorality that I haven’t yet committed, will make my dick ache even more… … If you start actively flirting, you will get an erection in a more natural and familiar way to Finn, who has imagined this situation hundreds of times.

Of course, since we never imagined that this situation would actually happen, there is no preparation plan. I just pray inside.

No, no! Please just stop there, Finn… … . My nails tickled my skin, trailing down my chin, past my uvula, and digging into my collarbone.

Although she knows that what she is doing is a form of seduction, her fingers slip between her breasts as if she is deliberately trying to avoid sexual contact.

It’s tantalizing… … It’s tantalizing. The nuance is that if you want more than this, you should say it directly. Red eyes are staring straight at me. Although he is not much taller than me, I feel overwhelmed when I look down at him from such a close distance.

The glans was throbbing and trying to get bigger, and it was so tight that it was about to slip between my legs, and I was pulling at the leather over my dick. The foreskin that is somehow wrapped around the thigh is forcefully pried open.

First, I held the glans that was about to protrude forward with my knees and bent my knees slightly to stabilize my posture. The hem of the skirt is all wet with cooper liquid stuck to it.

If I slip on the Cooper fluid now and my thighs miss the cock and pop out, the rising cock will hit Finn’s crotch. I held back the pain and closed my legs tightly.

Finn’s fingers tickled his stomach, playing with the fabric of his cardigan, then digging through the buttons and slipping into his shirt. Pressing the stomach skin tightly.

At that moment, for the first time in my life, I realized something. My weakness is the uterus. “Ugh… … !” My legs almost gave out.

Finn flinched when an obscene sound suddenly came out, but he pretended not to be surprised, acted relaxed, relaxed, and tickled his lower abdomen. At the same time, the fingertips gradually point downward.

I knew he wouldn’t stick his hand all the way to his crotch, but when he felt the point of stimulation approaching, his dick struggled to somehow meet that tickling sensation.

The situation is different from Miss Sammy’s time, when she didn’t notice even if her dick was pulled out of her skirt right in front of her. Even if it’s just 5cm off, the pin’s hand will end up touching my ugly body.

How is it that there is no way to overcome this situation? Because I consciously try to only think soundly when I’m with Finn, my brain is late for work today. But soon the switch will be turned on.

You have to squeeze out an answer while your reason remains. Even if it means overclocking the last remaining brain cells in your head… … !!

① No. ‘Sorry, I like boys’? It’s a pretty clever answer, but it means lying to Finn and it doesn’t guarantee the future.

Above all, it goes against my beliefs. I don’t like being fucked by men, and I don’t like men who are helpless enough to be fucked by futanari. Therefore, it is difficult to confidently say something that is not in your heart.

No. ②, ‘Sorry, I’m a mamacon so I’m planning to marry my mom.’ … … I’m sure Finn wouldn’t be jealous of my mom, but I think it would make the situation even weirder, so I dismiss it.

In number ③, ‘Sorry, I don’t need you because I’m fucking you and fucking Miss Edrose in my imagination every day.’ Ah-oh! Are you wearing your hair as a decoration? I——!

Wrong. Blood rushes to the dick, causing anemia. The moment my reason becomes blurred, my body loses control and is consumed by my dick.

Firstly, most of the blood flow is deprived of the cock, and secondly, most of the mind is devoted to forcibly holding the cock with trembling legs, so the brain has no spare time.

Contrarian idea. Contrarian idea… … ! If this continues, it will be the dick that answers, not me… … felled… … .

… … no. That’s not it. Why were you thinking the opposite?

Even though “the dick is a part of me”… … !!