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    How did I end up searching for something so strange, curled up under my blankets?

    The circumstances were incredibly trivial and insignificant.

    So, first of all…

    In the end, I returned home without asking Yozora about tail masturbation.

    Not to mention, the sex I witnessed between Yozora and Seo Woojin wasn’t even the kind where they took out their tails and horns—it was just the “extremely ordinary” kind that anyone could do.

    To put it in slightly more sophisticated terms, I felt intellectually unsatisfied and considered casually asking her via KakaoTalk later, but…

    …Hmm.

    I quickly gave up.

    How could I even ask when the image of Yozora grinning mischievously and firing off a barrage of dirty jokes—rather than giving a proper answer—floated in front of my eyes?

    So, shaking my head side to side, I tossed my phone onto the bedside table,

    clutched my growling stomach, had dinner,

    rolled around reading the manga I hadn’t finished yet,

    and then,

    just in case—really, just in case—I might arouse even the slightest suspicion from my aunt, I took a shower at my usual time.

    And like that, the day ended.

    Tomorrow was a weekday.

    I planned to go to bed at a reasonable time and enjoy some high-quality sleep.

    “…….”

    1 AM.

    I couldn’t sleep.

    110

    To be precise, my eyelids were heavy, but my brain refused to shut off—that’s the best way to describe it.

    I had a rough idea why.

    The obvious reason? The miscellaneous knowledge I picked up at Yozora’s place today.

    The even more obvious reason? The fact that I’d been masturbating late at night for the past few days and then passing out.

    Moving bedtime earlier is incredibly tricky, but pushing it back is ridiculously easy—so it couldn’t be helped.

    “……Haaah….”

    And so,

    peeking my face out from under the tangled blankets,

    turning on the mood light and fidgeting with my phone was also an inevitable outcome.

    …Seriously.

    Fortunately, we live in an era where “time trash cans” for people with too much free time are highly advanced.

    Instagram Reels.

    TikTok.

    YouTube Shorts.

    Well, there are games and stuff too, but those are far from my hobbies, so pass.

    If I were the type with a wide and deep social circle, I could be laughing and chatting with friends who are also awake, but given my circumstances, that’s also a pass.

    But among these options,

    if I had to pick a way to dump time into the trash can while also exhausting myself enough to pass out immediately…

    …Well,

    there’s… masturbation.

    “…….”

    It can’t be helped.

    Tomorrow marks the end of the weekend. I have to go to school, so I can’t sleep too late.

    The masturbation I’m about to do is just a forced therapeutic measure to make myself sleep—nothing more.

    It’s not because I want to.

    Resting my chin on the pillow, lying on my stomach, I swished my already exposed ears and tail and tapped on my phone screen.

    “Mu…tant…”

    The first thing I typed into the search bar was, of all things, mutant transcendent sex.

    Immediately, the usual videos I’d searched for before popped up in a list.

    That one—I’ve watched it to the end.

    That one too.

    Same with that one.

    Page 2… Should I go to Page 3?

    Ah. Page 4, huh.

    Let’s see. The video I saved for later…

    …Ah. Found it.

    The thumbnail of the video I’d been saving for next time—no, no, if I ever felt like masturbating again.

    Just glancing at it made it look insanely hot, so if I used this to go wild like yesterday, it should work, right?

    Good, good.

    Then now…

    “…….”

    …Huh?

    Was this video this unappealing?

    “Uhh…?”

    Even tilting my head and staring didn’t change anything.

    It was definitely the video I’d saved because it was so hot, but now it did nothing for me.

    Even watching the woman on screen, lying in front of the camera, have her innocent tail yanked and pounded into—nothing.

    It’s not like I’m some picky critic meticulously judging porn,

    I just need something arousing enough to get off to…

    So why?

    “…….”

    …Was it because of what happened earlier today?

    Instead of the plain woman in the thumbnail,

    someone with a fairly large chest,

    pale skin,

    a seductive smirk that suited her perfectly,

    and a mutant woman adorably drowning in loose sleepwear,

    not with some plain guy like in the thumbnail,

    but with a well-built man with a huge…

    co—, a good-looking… decently good-looking guy,

    pounding into her…

    Had seeing something that stimulating raised my standards for “hotness” way, way higher?

    Is that it?

    “Ughhh…….”

    So from now on, do I have to go find Yozora and Seo Woojin every time I want to masturbate?

    I left that ridiculous conclusion buried deep in my mind.

    Instead, the next idea that came to me was—what if I searched for videos packed with my preferences?

    I mean, even with manga, nothing hooks me faster than romance manga, right?

    If I approach porn the same way…

    And if we’re talking about my preferences…

    I do know a few things.

    “…….”

    So, swishing my tail under the blankets, I searched for…

    …smelling cum while having sex.

    “……Eh….”

    But the results were barely two pages of videos.

    All of them amateurish, with terrible quality.

    The women and men in them were just your average, everyday people you’d pass on the street.

    No women oozing slutty pheromones like Yozora,

    no men like Seo Woojin…

    …Well, you know.

    Anyway,

    none of that type.

    Wait, is this… a really niche fetish?

    No way. That can’t be.

    Cum smells surprisingly sweet and nice…

    The taste is… kinda fishy and bitter, but not completely inedible.

    Did only I feel that way? Really? …Hmm.

    For now, I tapped back to exit the page.

    None of the thumbnails were appealing, and the quality was so bad it killed any arousal.

    Total waste of time.

    “…1:10 AM. Hmm….”

    Now what?

    Because I’d resolved to masturbate, I’d ended up fully waking myself up…

    At this point, it feels like I won’t be satisfied unless I jerk off until I pass out.

    Forget preferences—just one decently hot video…

    “Ah.”

    Right.

    This might sound culturally submissive, but maybe the issue was searching in Korean.

    I mean, searching in Korean on an English site? That’s just bad manners.

    The sheer volume of content must be different, so of course searching in English would yield way more appealing stuff, right?

    Fumbling with the translator, I copied the exact phrasing (though I wasn’t sure how accurate it was) and shoved it into the search bar.

    And then.

    “……Heh….”

    Finally,

    resting my fingers over my panties on my thighs,

    I started moving them in little circles.

    Pretty women.

    Handsome men.

    That at least meets the bare minimum, right?

    “…….”

    But after about two minutes of this,

    my perked-up lion ears drooped.

    “…Seriously….”

    To cut to the chase—this wasn’t doing it for me either.

    The video quality was miles better than before, but… something was missing.

    The woman and man kissed,

    had gentle, loving sex,

    lightly pressed their lips together in kisses,

    took it slow.

    Squelch, came.

    And then…

    The end…?

    …Why?

    This isn’t what I wanted to see.

    “Something more intense…”

    Seo Woojin and Yozora were a couple too, but they didn’t have sex like this, treating each other like fragile treasures.

    If anything, once they got into it, they went all out—like they were breaking Yozora.

    Like, you know… mating.

    That was way hotter.

    Yozora looked like she was having the time of her life too…

    Ugh, seriously…

    How do I search for real sex instead of this childish playacting…

    …!

    Right.

    “Maybe…”

    I should just use the kind of words that have to be extreme.

    Like, rape…

    Guh…

    …Translate…

    Ah,

    Rape, for example.

    Yeah, yeah.

    My brain’s working unusually well today.

    It’s a little embarrassing that this only happens when I’m trying to get off,

    but whatever.

    Shaking my head to dismiss the thought, I continued searching.

    But there were no actual rape videos—not even fake ones.

    I might be a little slow, but I’m not completely oblivious (probably), so I could vaguely guess the reason.

    …Because it’s a crime.

    Or not.

    “…Hmph.”

    The first attempt sank spectacularly, but I wasn’t about to give up.

    Extreme keywords aren’t limited to that, right?

    …Positions, for example. I could try searching for those.

    “Now that I think about it, last time I saw…”

    A video where they yanked the tail hard while pounding—something like doggy was in the title…

    Dog means woof woof, so it’s probably along those lines.

    Quickly copying the title, I pasted it into the search bar and waited with bated breath.

    “……Ngh….”

    …And suddenly, the thumbnails were all women on all fours.

    Some had their mutant tails already pulled taut,

    others had red, stinging handprints faintly visible on their asses.

    N-Now we’re getting somewhere…

    Not the sweet, loving sex from before,

    but sex for pure pleasure.

    Ears perked, I listened for any sounds outside my room before setting my phone on the pillow and slipping both hands between my legs.

    …First pick:

    The video with the handprint on the ass.

    Why?

    ……,

    Just because.

    Yeah.

    “……. ….”

    I skipped the first five minutes right away.

    …Then,

    Slap,

    Smack,

    The sounds—obvious what they were doing, but I still didn’t get why—

    trickled out from the volume 1 speaker.

    It’s a common trope in manga, so it must be normal… Hmm…

    Meanwhile, my phone slid off the pillow and plopped into the corner of the bed.

    …Maybe that’s for the best.

    Even if the sound leaks,

    I can bite the pillow while I masturbate.

    “…Hah……. Ngh….”

    Running my fingers over my already stiff clit, I watched the mating on screen.

    A slender waist.

    Below it, soft-looking asscheeks—

    now gradually flushing red with handprints—

    in their excitement, clumsily meeting the man’s feverish thrusts,

    Thud, thud, thud,

    slamming against his firm lower abdomen, pressed deep.

    Like he was trying to pierce her womb.

    Like he was about to flood her with cum, thud, thud.

    Then, as her ass trembled violently—I’m coming, I’m coming—waving the white flag,

    the man pulled out completely, as if telling her to take a breather…

    “……?”

    …Huh?

    That’s… it?

    Why is it that thin…?

    The part where he taps her marked ass with his dick is nice,

    but why is it that short…?

    …The one Seo Woojin had hours ago was way…

    Wait, do condoms make dicks smaller?

    “…Ah, ah. Hmm.”

    No.

    What am I even thinking?

    Compared to something that would just hurt,

    compared to the one that left shadows on Yozora’s belly with each thrust to the hilt,

    one this size would obviously feel way better.

    …Look.

    Even the woman in the video,

    while getting fucked by that tiny thing,

    is gushing juices and gasping for air.

    If the man were Seo Woojin instead…

    …….

    I-I’m not imagining it…

    “Hah…. Hng…!”

    Without realizing it, my soaked fingers rubbed my clit harder, moving carefully.

    Imagining I was the woman in the video,

    lifting my ass a little higher on the bed,

    pretending a dick was pounding into me,

    …Yozora’s “average male size.”

    Imagining it slamming deep—where Yozora had poked my bellybutton—

    as I masturbated…

    “……. …. …….”

    Unintentionally—

    I swear, unintentionally.

    Not on purpose, unintentionally.

    Not just shallow thrusts,

    but—even as I scream no—

    imagining what it’d feel like if it forced its way deep inside.

    Slap, smack,

    the sounds of asscheeks meeting hips still leaking from my phone,

    …all the way to just below my navel.

    Where Yozora had poked me,

    thrust,

    imagining it there,

    just from imagining it,

    while juices gushed out,

    I masturbated.

    “Ngh, ahhh…….”

    Not even looking at the screen anymore,

    burying my face in the pillow,

    lifting the blanket with my tail,

    squirting onto the towel beneath me,

    unlike the woman in the video—my whole body trembling—

    I kept rubbing my clit.

    …Why does this feel so good?

    Tossing the question into the void,

    Press, rub.

    And then.

    “…. ……♡”

    I dropped both hands onto the soaked towel.

    Some probably got on the blanket too,

    but who cares right now?

    Hah, ngh,

    too busy muffling my slutty moans into the pillow…

    …What’s wrong with me?

    This feels way better than yesterday’s session…

    …Ah,

    coming again…

    “……Haaah….”

    …It’s not like I want it…

    Too big, too scary…?

    When I have sex someday, I’ll pick someone smaller than Woojin…

    I really don’t mind if it’s small…

    Might even prefer it…

    …Guh…

    Ugh, seriously…

    I don’t know anymore…

    「bi│」

    「big jaj│」

    「big│」

    「big penis│」

    「b│」

    「fuck the mutant transcendent with big penis│」

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