episode_0038

38

After forcing myself to hold back several times, my cock had begun to leak pre-cum from the tip at some point.

Using that same cock—now a mess mixed with Yozora’s saliva—I lightly tapped against her soft chest.

I don’t know anything about bra sizes or cups or whatever,

but what I do know is that these couldn’t even be fully grasped with one hand—

even if I pressed down hard from above, my thumb wouldn’t reach her sternum.

A soft, milky mass of fat.

Watching them jiggle like pudding beneath me, a thrilling sense of conquest seeped into my brain.

It wasn’t that I hadn’t noticed Yozora’s chest before—

I just never planned on having sex with her.

It wasn’t that I didn’t have any dark intentions toward her—

I just never planned on letting her dominate me.

An opportunity to use these pretty breasts like an onahole—

doesn’t come around often.

“…Huu….”

“Nh….”

I squeezed the flesh tight enough for my fingers to sink in slightly,

then pinched the pinkish tips that had begun to dry from my spit.

…Maybe I pinched too hard.

Hard enough for the areolas to redden slightly.

Hard enough to look delicious.

Squish.

“…Stop… you trash bastard…….”

Yozora spat out her usual drunken, awkward curses.

I squeezed her nipple hard—squish—tilting it upward before letting go, watching the plump flesh jiggle back into place.

Kinda funny, really.

A woman who could kill me in an instant if she wanted,

playing helpless beneath me, acting like she’s being raped.

…Just flick that tail of yours toward any part of me, and you could break free right now.

But dumb Yozora just wags it happily, not doing a thing—

pointlessly cute.

“Nngh… Don’t, don’t spit…!!”

Just for her,

Ptooey.

I spat between her breasts,

then rubbed my cock, slick with pre-cum, against her cleavage until it grew sticky.

…I could feel her heart pounding beneath my stiff dick, but

I pretended not to notice.

Pretended not to pick up on it.

Just pretended I only wanted to rape her.

“Fucking… bastard….”

I slapped my cock against her chest until my spit mixed cheaply with her sweat,

then slipped my dick deep between those sticky, milky-white breasts.

“…Shit….”

From beneath the T-shirt yanked up over her face, Yozora’s tiny voice cursed at me.

Not sweet moans.

Not pained gasps.

Just sounds of disgust.

Disgust at her own chest being used like a toy beneath a man’s grotesque cock.

Disgust at her own chest being treated like a masturbation tool.

Disgust that, despite all that, she has no choice but to take it…

I thought she couldn’t act for shit earlier,

but now, seems she’s not half bad.

Well, she did spend nearly ten years deceiving me.

It’d be weirder if she couldn’t act at all.

“…Maybe I shouldn’t have pulled your shirt up? I kinda wanna see your face right now.”

“Shut your mouth… I don’t wanna see your face…”

“You say that, but…”

“I told you to shut up… And it’s because you bit me there earlier—”

“I haven’t said anything. What’d I even bite?”

“……Tch… That’s what you’re focused on…?”

Yozora’s grumbling voice cut off.

Now that my throbbing cock had started moving—

Or rather,

the moment I pressed my lower stomach flush against her chest,

the tip of my cock peeked out from between her breasts, brushing lightly against her chin.

Seems she’s imagining something dirty.

Wondering where this thing would reach

if it went there.

Mulling it over.

“Should I take your shirt off?”

“…….”

So keep making those expressions for me.

I let the implication linger for Yozora, then grabbed hold of her chest wrapped around my cock and began thrusting hard.

The sticky skin of my cock, slick with Yozora’s spit, rubbed raw against her equally sticky flesh, stirring the cum I’d been holding back into a thick pool at the base.

The wet schluck schluck noises filled the air as I watched the sides of her breasts—untouched by my fingers—jiggle back and forth.

True to my earlier warning, I tugged her shirt down slightly,

rolling it up so it crumpled around her neck.

“…Never seen that look on you before.”

“…….”

Every time I shoved my cock between her breasts,

pre-cum gushed messily from the tip—

just for her to catch it instead.

“Always seeing you drunk off your ass, giggling like an idiot.”

“…….”

Her bottom lip clenched tight between her teeth.

Half-resigned eyes looking up at me, silently begging for it to end soon.

Yet still, not a single tear, her lashes perfectly dry.

Her reddened ears, hidden behind her dark hair.

My gaze lingered on every detail of her face.

No matter how much I scrutinized it—half artifice,

things she must’ve wanted to hide, but couldn’t.

…Which is why,

compared to those sluts who shamelessly called me “Master” and begged for affection,

Yozora—lying beneath me, letting me use her chest like a toy,

staying silent the whole time—

seems torn between whether she should resist more to make it feel like rape,

or stay obedient to keep it going,

her thoughts twisting into knots over it.

That just makes her even hotter.

And part of me wonders—

if I actually followed through and didn’t rape her like she wants,

how would she react?

That’s kinda fascinating too.

“You planning to ignore me forever?”

“…….”

Thrust. Squish.

With my lower stomach pressed flush against her breasts,

I smeared pre-cum all over the white T-shirt covering her chin and asked:

“Gonna stay still like this?”

“…….”

“Till the end?”

“…….”

“Not gonna answer?”

“…….”

“…If you listen to what I say, I’ll finish fast.”

“…….”

After glaring at me for so long, Yozora finally made a cute expression at my offer to stop.

Grinning slyly at her, I spoke again.

“Answer me. I said I’d end it if you listened to me.”

“……Mh… mhm….”

Using the outcome she doesn’t really want as bait,

I thrust deep between her soft breasts, threatening her with humiliation.

Whether she’ll keep up the act of being a rape victim—

or start being a little more honest.

Yozora’s choice to that question was…

“Stick your tongue out.”

“……Why my… tongue…?”

“Out.”

“…….”

The former.

She stuck out her tongue—Bleh—to avoid being violated further.

If she’d refused and held out, I would’ve pulled her panties aside right then…

Eh, whatever.

The more she lies to herself like this,

the harder the crash will be when she breaks.

I stared down at her spit-slicked, pink tongue for a moment.

The veins on the back of my hand, gripping her chest, pulsed.

Then—

“Haaah…….”

“Nhh… Uh…!”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

I slammed my cock between her breasts with full force.

Hard enough for the tip to crumple the T-shirt bunched at her neck.

Hard enough for the crumpled fabric to brush against her chin, her tongue still outstretched.

Hard enough for her to figure out why I told her to stick it out.

Not hiding my intent.

Going deep.

“…….”

Finally realizing my command, Yozora carefully tilted her head.

My cock, thrusting hard between her ample breasts,

now pressed against nothing but tissue-thin fabric,

the meaningless edge of her chin,

and instead—thump thump—the surface of Yozora’s tongue.

…An odd sense of conquest

made my balls twitch.

“Stay like that. I’ll finish soon.”

“…….”

“Well? You don’t want me to?”

“…Thank… you… you trash….”

“You know where this is going, right?”

“…Yeah…”

“If you don’t wanna get cum on your face or hair, keep your mouth open.”

“…Bastard…”

Relieved as a victim that this was ending.

Disappointed as a rape-fantasy fan that this was ending.

Her insult carried both emotions before she fell silent again.

I wonder how she’d react if I reneged and yanked her panties aside now.

Would she grit her teeth and lie that she hated it?

Lost in cruel fantasies for a moment,

I kept using Yozora’s chest like an onahole,

pushing deep enough to reach her tongue,

ready to cum any second—

Squelch squelch—

burying myself to the hilt.

“Haa… fuck….”

“……Ugh… Hhk…!”

Every time my hypersensitive tip pressed against Yozora’s thick tongue and pulled away,

long, silver threads stretched between us.

Her already sticky-wet shirt grew even messier with fresh stains.

Not to mention the thick strands of drool now dripping slowly from Yozora’s tongue.

Wonder if there’s more pre-cum from me

or spit from her—

a fleeting thought that’d vanish any second.

“Kkh…!”

With the base of my cock pressed deep against her chest,

I finally let go—

Splurt. Splurt. Splurt.

Pouring the thick cum I’d held back

all over Yozora’s tongue.

Grinding mercilessly against her tight space, pulse after pulse—

Splurt. Splurch. Spluuurt.

My cock twitched uncontrollably,

my climax surging endlessly.

“……. ….”

…And then,

every time my hips spasmed, Yozora’s shoulders flinched.

Her face was now covered in my markings.

Her tongue, coated in thick, jelly-like cum.

Her cheeks, splattered with stray streaks from my frenzied thrusting between her breasts.

Thick ropes dripping messily down her spit-covered tongue.

Even her white T-shirt, now busy absorbing my semen.

Staring down at Yozora, who’d obediently become my tissue—eyes half-lidded —

“…….”

“…….”

Click. Click.

Her cum-covered face.

Her bare, exposed chest.

My hand gripping it all tight.

My dick, twitching obscenely below.

I took multiple photos of everything,

barely bothering to focus,

just enough to see

how lewd her chest looked,

what kind of face she made while sticking her tongue out for a cock,

and how much cum she was swallowing.

Blurry pictures where, frankly,

you could barely tell who it was…

And after snapping a ton—

I sent the message.

“Guess I’ll be seeing you more often now, Yozora.”

“…….”

“Swallow it all first. Before I send these pics to Kwon Nam-ho.”

“…….”

“…Good girl.”

“…….”

Buzz.

One.

Buzz.

Another.

With every flimsy “justification” I sent,

a small vibration rang out from the black cardigan lying beside my knee on top of Yozora.