episode_0102

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I tuck my golden hair behind my ear,

then slowly press my lips against the tip of his cock, already thoroughly ruined by my saliva.

Not to wipe off the precum—

not for some half-baked reason like that—

but simply to suck him, to stimulate him,

to take his thick cum into my mouth.

…Purely for sexual reasons,

I willingly offer my lips.

“…Ah, hoh, if anything feels off, you’ll tell me right away…?”

“…Don’t worry, just do it like before. It felt good.”

“R-right, um… Okay… But just in case. Yeah.”

Somewhere along the way, Seo Woojin’s expression had completely shed any trace of awkwardness.

With the same relaxed demeanor he had as the school nurse,

yet wearing a slightly mischievous smile, he tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

…Somehow, it feels like… he’s saying, I’ll help you with this much, so focus on sucking my cock properly.

If I let my imagination run a little wild, it’s almost like he’s telling me to try my best to serve him as pleasurably as possible…

That kind of vibe.

Hmm.

Maybe because Yozora kept calling me “Master,” I’ve developed a habit for this kind of thing…

…Not that I’m that interested in it.

Wearing a collar with my name engraved on it,

having a leash yanked tight,

pinned face-down on the bed with no way to resist,

left panting and whimpering like some pet—

treating a transcendent of the mutation lineage like some domesticated animal?

That’s…

not my thing.

I am curious whether people genuinely enjoy that sort of thing, though.

But if that’s what you’re into, go do it with Yozora, who’s sleeping in the bedroom.

“Nngh… Pfuh… …Haaah… J-just so you know, my jaw’s starting to hurt… Feels like it got even bigger than before…”

“…Then why not just lick the tip? Doesn’t matter if you drool a little—just gather plenty of spit on your tongue.”

“…Bleh…”

“Under the glans, there’s a tendon… Ah, and with your hand… …Yeah, like that.”

Lick, lick.

As I lap at Woojin’s glans, now thoroughly soaked in my saliva,

my slick drool drips onto Yozora’s borrowed pants,

and I stroke his cock with enough force to make wet, squelching noises.

All the way to the base, then back up to the glans.

Working hard.

…If this grotesque thing were forced inside a woman’s body,

it’d stretch her unbearably tight without a second thought,

so at the very least, I should stroke it with this much force.

And sex is, after all, about stuffing this thing in without leaving a single gap.

Squelch, squelch—all the way to the base.

At first, I was a little worried I might be gripping too hard and hurting him,

but seeing Woojin exhale slow, steady breaths toward the ceiling without complaint every time it makes a lewd sound, it seems he’s enjoying it.

…I keep learning new things one by one.

Studying math for hours barely lets me memorize a single formula,

but I guess I’m just the type who learns better through physical practice—like swordsmanship.

“The tendon… here? Like this, tracing the line…”

“Yeah. Well… anywhere you lick feels good, honestly.”

“Ah, ahh. Okay…”

“…Though having it sucked in your mouth is still the best.”

“……Hahh…”

Ah,

mm.

Ah,

mm.

After testing my jaw’s limits, I carefully swallow his cock just as Woojin wants.

A little past the glans.

Until the tip of his glans just barely touches the entrance of my throat.

Gulp.

Judging by all the beeeep-worthy videos I’ve watched in the early mornings lately,

most men—

especially someone like Woojin, who loves being called “Master” by a girl—

would want me to deepthroat the whole thing and suck him off obscenely.

But sorry, not happening.

I have no intention of doing that,

and I don’t even have the ability to.

Honestly, if it went even 1mm deeper, I’d definitely gag.

Instead, I’ll move my tongue as hard as I can. Yeah.

I’ll lick it as thoroughly as possible,

so hurry up and…

…Master.

I want to smell your cum again.

“…Ngh… Nngh… ……”

Forced to inhale the musky scent of a male cock stuffed in my mouth,

I flick my stiffened tongue against it eagerly.

He definitely said the tendon underneath felt good earlier, so…

Where…

…….

Ah, he really likes it.

Every time my tongue brushes there, he twitches hard.

Then if I suck while stroking him with my hand…

He’d like that even more, right?

So let’s try this too…

“Hahh…”

“Slurp… Schllp…”

…Pfft. Look at his expression change.

He was all composed earlier, but now he’s staring down at me with dazed eyes.

I know exactly how that feels.

Just yesterday and this morning, I was under the covers, face-down, frantically rubbing my clit until I—

…Nngh.

Anyway,

yeah.

“…Pahh… …You close?”

“Dunno. Feels good, but not yet…”

“…Huh?”

But,

after releasing his glans—now soaked from my slurp-slurp efforts—

and kneeling at eye level with his twitching, bouncing cock,

the response I get is unexpectedly indifferent.

Wait, why?

The beeeep videos,

the beeeep manga—

in all of them, the heroines give blowjobs and the guys go wild…

Besides, you twitched hard when I licked your tendon earlier!

Am I misunderstanding something…?

“…Seriously?”

“Why would I lie about this? Pointless.”

“Ah, but earlier, just wiping it with a tissue made you tell me to stop…”

“That’s… different.”

Woojin starts to say something but glances away, cutting himself off.

As I squelch-squelch his cock in my hand, I tilt my head up indignantly.

“…Are you saying I’m bad at this…?”

“…Ah, that’s not what I meant.”

“You are! When I used my hands, you grabbed my wrist and said you were close, but now that I’m using my mouth, you haven’t…”

“…That’s not it.”

“Then what…?”

“…You’re sitting there with this ‘I don’t know anything~’ innocent look while jerking me off. It’s fucking hot.”

“…….”

“Anyone could tell you’re giving me a handjob, but you’re calling it ‘wiping off juice.’”

Ah,

mm.

Ah,

mm.

Ah…

A sound, similar to when I tested my jaw earlier but now laced with far more embarrassment, spills from my lips.

Well, I was pure-hearted at first.

It wasn’t like I was trying to get his cum—

I was just wiping off the juice on his pants out of guilt.

It wasn’t until after Woojin grabbed my wrist

that my goal shifted to the lewd side—

‘I’ll find a way to smell his cum again no matter what.’

So I guess that’s when the ‘innocence’ he mentioned disappeared…

“…I-I see… I had no idea… Ugh…”

Why did I snap at him over nothing, you idiot?!

If I’d stayed innocent, I’d already be drowning in the scent of his cum.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, I shake my head in embarrassment and scratch my cheek awkwardly.

What do I do?

Maybe three days ago, I could’ve played dumb,

but now that I’ve learned how to masturbate, ‘innocence’ feels like a distant concept.

I’ve watched tons of beeeep videos of a guy and girl going at it on a bed,

and thanks to Yozora, I’ve read plenty of lewd manga too.

The kind where a girl who hated the guy at first

has her lower belly bulging from his pounding cock by page 5,

and by page 20, she’s stopped resisting entirely—

just blushing, drooling,

and moaning under the sound of him slamming into her to the hilt…

I know all about this stuff now.

There’s barely anything I don’t know.

And now he’s talking about innocence?

…That doesn’t suit me at all.

What should I do?

“…….”

…No idea.

Since I don’t know,

I might as well—

“Hey… Woojin.”

“Yeah.”

“…To make you cum as fast as possible… what should I do?”

“…….”

“Like the tendon you told me to lick earlier… stuff like that.”

—Just ask outright.

Rather than struggling pointlessly, it’s better to learn each other’s preferences…!

“…Can I be honest?”

“O-of course. I mean, I’ve got embarrassing tastes too, despite my sharp eyes and mean face.”

“Your eyes are sharp, but you don’t look mean… Anyway.”

“…….”

“Want to stand up for a sec?”

“……? Stand? …Sure.”

“…Personally, I’d love to bend you over the table and fuck your throat, but you’re not ‘trained’ enough for that yet…”

“…….”

—Better…?

Wait, no,

‘Fuck your throat’ probably means deepthroating,

but what does ‘trained’ mean?

I haven’t seen that in any manga yet…

“We’ll save that for later. For now, something else.”

“Something… W-wait—if you pull that hard, I’ll—”

Barely standing for more than a few seconds,

I’m yanked forward by Woojin, who was sitting on the couch, and collapse onto him.

…My face smacks into his chest with a whump,

and I can’t even resist.

After what feels like him reclining further,

when I finally regain my senses,

I find myself—

“…Wanna suck it like this?”

“…Eh…”

—draped upside-down over Woojin’s body,

facing his cock.

“Do it like I taught you earlier. …Move your fingers too.”

“…O-okay… Hahh…”

I answer,

but I don’t really get the point of this position.

Whether I suck him like this

or while kneeling like before,

isn’t it the same?

…Ah, I see.

Now that I think about it, my chest feels kinda stuffy.

In this position, my breasts press firmly against Woojin’s lower stomach as I blow him—that must be why.

When I was kneeling earlier, my chest didn’t touch him at all.

Pfft…

So that’s why he changed positions.

Wanted to feel my chest.

If he’d just asked to touch them, I might’ve let him—we’re friends, after all.

Then again, all men are the same.

Just as I start sucking his glans again with that thought—

“……?! Pfahh— W-wait, what…?!”

“Don’t mind it. Keep going.”

“Y-you just pulled my pants down…!!”

Woojin, lying beneath me, yanks my pants down to my thighs.

No chance to resist.

Just—

suddenly.

“P-put them back… No, please put them back. Please…”

“Why? They’re pretty. Embarrassed?”

“I am. I’m embarrassed, so…”

“…What part?”

“Why are you even asking that…?!”

“Your reactions. Thought it’d be fun.”

“Urk…”

Instead of the usual voice—

the kind he uses in the infirmary,

the bookstore,

or at my place—

a sly, teasing tone fills my ears.

“F-first of all, my panties are visible, you idiot…! Ugh…”

“…They’re Yozora’s panties, though. Still embarrassed?”

“What does that even—… Hih, hyaah…?”

“…You groom down here too, huh.”

“M-manage…? No, before that—don’t brush it to the…”

“…….”

“…Nn…? Ah, ahhh…? Huh…….”

“…….”

“D-don’t grab my… ngh…”

“…….”

“…ass and push me down…… Nggk…”

Before long,

between my thighs—now trembling beneath my soaked lower belly,

trapped under Woojin’s grip with no escape—

Lick, lick.

Slurp, slurp.

The sounds that spill out in place of words are…

strangely,

incredibly lewd.

Hah, hah,

With Woojin’s stiff cock right in front of me,

inhaling its scent,

all I can do is let out these obscene moans—

a far cry from his composed tone.