episode_0082

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Project: Understanding Men’s Preferences.

Not a resounding success, but I’ve got a rough idea now.

Some men like to take charge and move on their own, like in porn. Others prefer to leave it to the woman, like in that manga I just read.

In a world divided over dipping vs. drowning tteokbokki, this much variation isn’t strange. Case closed!

…Or so I thought, until—

“…….”

What is this?

Why is the man here going wild on the woman?

I stopped scrolling and stared blankly at the thumbnail before me.

It contained two images.

On the left, a strikingly prideful woman with long, snow-white hair smirked playfully at a man, tugging up the corner of her lips.

On the right, a woman with tiger ears was sprawled face-down on a bed, barely lifting her hips as a muscular man pounded into her.

And not just that—her tail was gripped tightly in his hand, pulled taut, while her head was buried in a pillow, a speech bubble filled with nothing but crumpled hearts beside it.

Her ass jiggled violently with each thrust—smack, thud—too busy taking it to even react.

…At first glance, I wondered, but—

Upon closer inspection, that prideful white-haired woman from the left was the same one getting railed.

“Hmm…”

Well, I mean…

Sure, enjoying lewd acts or preferring “vanilla” positions over the cowgirl I just saw is one thing.

But what bothers me most is that.

The tail.

Specifically, the tail being yanked hard mid-sex.

“…That looks like it’d hurt like hell…”

Muttering to myself, I rolled onto my side and absentmindedly touched the spot where my tailbone would be.

Maybe it’s because I’m a mutant transcendent that this bothers me… but still.

Yanking it like that would definitely hurt like crazy.

…Just imagining it makes me recoil.

I don’t know about others, but ever since I was little, that area’s been extremely sensitive.

Nowadays, the sensation’s dulled enough that fabric brushing against it doesn’t matter, but back then, even that made my spine tingle.

So why is someone yanking her tail like that mid-act?

She definitely didn’t consent.

If it’s pulled that tight, the normal reaction would be her kicking him away.

If it were me, I wouldn’t stop at kicking—I’d punch the protagonist square in the face.

Sigh… Maybe the artist isn’t a mutant transcendent and just didn’t know?

Or maybe they didn’t do enough research.

Or, who knows, maybe it doesn’t matter because it’s just a manga.

Now that I look, it seems like a setting where any woman can use magic, even if they’re not transcendents like in reality.

…Either way, I don’t like it.

At all.

“…….”

But—

Ironically, a quiet curiosity bubbled up.

The twitching white animal ears.

The jiggling ass, caught between white and peachy hues.

…The bedsheet, soaked dark with wetness.

Just looking at the left panel, how did such a prideful woman end up like that?

That curiosity.

…And also—

A tiny, nagging curiosity.

What would it actually feel like to have your tail yanked like that?

“……Hm.”

…I’m not sleepy yet anyway.

Well…

I’ll just read this part and go to bed.

82

“I’ll just read this part and go to bed.”

About a minute after that thought—

“Hah… Ngh… Ugh…”

Was her name Baekho?

Long, snow-white hair.

Tiger ears perched atop her head—a striking woman.

She pounced on the protagonist.

“Ghk, ngh…”

In a cowgirl position, she took his—

…….

…his d—

Swallowing half of his forearm-thick cock with a shudder, she let out pleased little moans.

The angle was awkward, forcing her to lean forward, clinging to him as she trembled.

Her teeth clenched the bedsheet near his shoulder—

Hah, hah.

So noisy.

…No. Wait.

What I’m seeing is real, but the sounds aren’t.

My brain’s just conjuring those moans and shoving them into my eardrums.

Same with the wet slap-slap of flesh.

I’ve never actually heard it—

At most, I caught a glimpse in that porn earlier—

But now my imagination’s running wild.

If you actually did that,

what kind of sounds would you make?

…What kind.

Would you make?

“Hk… Hgnh… H-Hiiik…?!”

But the more I watch, the weirder it gets.

“Ngk?! Ngh…!”

You know how sometimes, you hear something and think, “Oh, so that’s how it is”?

Ah.

The protagonist’s a sex slave, so he’s powerless.

Ah.

This woman’s a noble, so she’s free to use him however she wants.

Ah.

And among nobles, she’s especially into s—

So of course she’d go wild on a well-built guy with a… big one.

I get the manga’s setup.

The prologue hinted at this much.

And what’s happening on-screen clearly fits.

…But weirdly enough—

“Stop… deep… ngh…”

The reality’s the opposite.

Completely opposite.

“T-Too deep… Ngh… Hn…”

Cowgirl.

Baekho did confidently climb on top with a smirk.

She did sink down on him herself, taking him in.

And she did sound like a beast panting in his ear from just that.

But—

The one slamming her hips down to the hilt was the protagonist.

Can a sex slave even do that?

The thought flickered briefly.

Ignoring her twitches, he kept thrusting up into her.

A sex slave, daring to—

Even when she begged him to stop,

Even when she pressed down, trying to keep him from going deeper,

Even when her noble self physically protested—

He ignored it.

Rammed his thick head against her fragile cervix.

Even as she rubbed her soft breasts against him in climax,

Even as her tail, once swaying gently, now stood stiff and twitching,

Even as she bit the sheets, her whimpers still audible—

He fucked her like an animal.

Lifting her hips until only the tip remained inside,

Then slamming her back down,

As if to crush her womb,

Making her take every inch of his throbbing cock.

Until she gave up resisting,

Until all she could do was moan,

Until her voice cracked.

Squelch.

…I always thought cowgirl put the woman in control.

But seeing this feels… strange.

The works Yozora recommended—where the guy pins her wrists and pounds her—seem kinder in comparison.

Lately, “gap moe” keeps popping up. Maybe they’re using it here too.

Handing her control, only to snatch it back.

Ah. Right. This is a male-oriented manga.

…Guys probably like that sort of thing…

Before I knew it, I’d straightened up, thighs rubbing restlessly as I scrolled down.

Then, just as Baekho started dripping her first squirts onto the sheets—

“Hah… Ngh……”

The position changed.

After ordering the sex slave to move her himself.

“…….”

The Baekho who’d lounged like a queen, smiling leisurely, was gone.

Now, wiping drool from her lips with her wrist,

Face burning red,

She lay face-down, ass raised—”Here, fuck me as you please.”

How is this a noblewoman?

…She’s a whore.

And the reason’s even dumber.

“It’s embarrassing to show my face while a sex slave takes me from below.”

Soon, her gasps vanished into the white pillow she hugged.

“……?! …. ……. …! …….”

As if determined to reshape her insides to fit his cock,

He spread her dripping pussy with his fingers,

Then pushed past the deepest barrier—

“No further.”

Thud.

Thud.

And buried himself to the hilt.

…This is just using her as a fleshlight.

But beyond the phone screen, Baekho said nothing.

Just lifted her hips obediently, squeezing the pillow as he hammered into her.

Pfft. How is this a tiger?

She’s not even a housecat—just wagging her striped tail meekly.

“……Huh…”

Then—the scene from earlier appeared.

Her tail, yanked hard as he pounded her from behind.

The protagonist wrapped her tail around his hand,

Then shoved his veiny cock deep into her womb.

Wouldn’t that crush it?

With that much force.

“D-Don’t grab my tail…! It’s sensitive… Ngh… Ah…!”

From where his hand gripped, the tail’s shape changed.

One half pulled taut, the other half twitching weakly.

If it hurts that much, why keep holding it?

He could just let go.

Or grab her hips instead, or—

“…….”

…But, well…

The crumpled hearts near her head.

The way she protests but keeps her ass raised.

She doesn’t seem to hate it…

“S-Stop pulling… Please, no more…! Ngh…”

Gulp. I swallowed and pushed the blanket off me.

Frustrated, I undid a few buttons of my pajamas—pop, pop—

Letting the cool night air soothe my sweaty chest.

Haaah. A heavy sigh escaped me as the tiger ears on-screen caught my eye.

They twitched with each thrust, then perked up sharply when he yanked her tail harder.

When the protagonist smirked and loosened his grip, they folded back meekly.

…Smack, smack—even as her shoulders shook harder than before,

Her ears stayed like that.

Not just “I don’t mind it,”

But “I like it.”

And now, as if begging for more, she even rubbed her ruffled tail against him.

“Bullshit.”

Is this for real?

Actually?

Total nonsense, right?

“…….”

…Does it really feel good?

That?

“…No way.”

My staring contest with the phone ended there.

Before I knew it, I’d pushed the blanket past my thighs and quietly rolled onto my side.

Making sure not to rustle the sheets.

In case Auntie woke up.

And so nothing would block my tail.

After a pointless glance at the firmly shut door, I reached behind me and—

Grabbed the tail sprouting above my ass.

Forming a ring with my fingers…

Squeeze, squeeze…

“……What.”

But of course, it didn’t feel good.

I didn’t yank it as hard as in the manga (too scared),

But all I got was the very unpleasant sensation of my tail being pulled.

…Tch. Should’ve known.

If it actually felt good, I wouldn’t have bad memories of fabric brushing against it.

This was stupid.

Fiction should stay fiction, but I took it too seriously…

Just in case, I touched the lion ears on my head too.

Same result.

Not pleasurable. At all. Never.

I kinda want to pinch the artist really hard.

Thus ends my embarrassing late-night experiment.

With a sigh, I sat up.

My throat’s parched—must be from all that sweat—

“……?”

…Huh?

…Why are my panties wet?

“…….”

…Sweat?