episode_0160

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The reason countless people go crazy over money is simple.

In modern society, the only thing money can’t buy is, at best, immortality.

Even if you get seriously injured somewhere, money can easily solve it.

Most things you desperately want can also be resolved with money.

Even love without sincerity can be bought with the right amount of money.

Therefore, having a lot of money also means it’s hard to feel pleasure from ordinary things.

And if you’re a girl lucky enough to be born with a silver spoon in your mouth, having never lacked anything in life, it’s even more so.

At the very least, gambling.

Or drugs.

It has to be at that level to truly lose yourself in it.

A partner who perfectly matches your tastes? That’s hardly comparable to drugs, isn’t it?

…Of course,

“…I-Is this how I hold it?”

“Yeah. …Now try slowly moving your hand down.”

Without gambling.

Without drugs.

At most, just a girl who likes reading romance comics.

With pretty blonde hair that falls to her waist.

Her eyes and voice make her seem like she’d have a filthy personality, but she stammers over her words at the drop of a hat.

Clumsy at communication.

And incredibly ignorant.

Especially when it comes to anything sexual—completely clueless.

A naive girl like that could easily be made to lose herself in sex.

“…You said ‘slowly,’ so I did?”

“….”

“You can go faster if you want. Rubbing the head feels good too.”

“….”

“…We were way faster than this when we had sex.”

“….”

Changing her position, Han Sua sits right next to me, carefully moving her hand.

I pull her lewd body close with one arm and whisper quietly.

…Naturally, my other hand brushes against her ample chest—too large to fully grasp—but there’s no need to grope it all over.

Earlier, she said no kissing, but now she closes her eyes and responds a little more actively each time. No need to force my tongue in, either.

Intense pleasure is addictive, but the emptiness afterward comes just as quickly.

So I just remind her how good it feels when she keeps trying to avoid these vulgar acts,

then hold her sweet-smelling body close and let my throbbing cock rest against her.

…I wonder when Han Sua will finally break.

Lost in pleasant thoughts.

“T-Too fast…?”

“It’s fine.”

“…Does it hurt…?”

“You could go even faster, so don’t worry about it.”

“…D-Does it feel good…?”

“…Yeah.”

“….”

“….”

“Th-That’s a relief….”

“….”

Her awkward hand strokes the shaft as it moves downward.

Though, unfortunately, since she’s pressed so close to me,

she doesn’t go all the way to the base, instead sliding back up along the veins.

…Just as she’s about to move her hand down again,

perhaps remembering what I whispered earlier,

she carefully drags her thumb over the swollen tip.

When my cock twitches, she freezes, thinking she made a mistake,

but as I let out a pleased sigh, she clenches her thighs,

…stares at the transparent pre-cum beading like sweat,

mumbles something like, “Huh…?”

then awkwardly rubs the head with her fingers again.

The sticky sense of conquest—nothing like the worn-out rags I’ve rolled around with before—

makes me sigh in satisfaction over and over.

“Sua.”

“…Yes.”

“It’s not bad, but that’s not exactly what I meant….”

“…Ah.”

“…Like this. Use your whole palm to rub it.”

Don’t touch my body.

Rules like that vanished long ago, ever since we kissed so much earlier.

So I take Han Sua’s hand and guide it myself.

“Got it?”

“…Teacher, now my palm’s all wet. It’s so slippery….”

Late morning.

While the other students study hard,

in the empty, quiet infirmary,

I remind her: This is the cock that fucked your ass.

“Pre-cum.”

“Pre… cum.”

Not semen.

Not just something slippery.

Pre-cum.

Memorize it properly,

and say it right next time.

“It’ll dry up soon anyway if you keep rubbing…. …Keep going.”

“….”

This is how you make it feel good.

This is how you’ll make me cum.

This is how you’ll get close to ‘satisfying’ me.

…So,

pay attention.

Holding her now-warm hand firmly, I teach her how to serve me properly.

“Um….”

“Yeah.”

“After this, you’ll go back, right?”

“Maybe?”

“Why ‘maybe’…? You promised me you’d leave if you were satisfied….”

“How could I be satisfied after just once? Last time, in the infirmary or at Yozora’s place, we…”

“D-Don’t talk about that.”

“…Embarrassed?”

“…A little.”

“….”

She admits it bluntly, then shyly looks away.

Beneath her dazzling golden hair,

her ears flush red. I stare for a moment before

pulling her waist close and burying my face in the nape of her neck.

“…You were embarrassed? Really?”

“W-Why does that matter…?”

Skin so soft no one but me can touch.

A sweet scent only I (and maybe Yozora) know.

Enjoying this privilege, I murmur:

“You say you were embarrassed, but you sucked my cock so eagerly at Yozora’s place.”

“…If your cum got on her and she got pregnant or something….”

Should I call her naive?

Or just stupid?

Either way, it’s cute.

I chuckle at her earnest excuse.

“You say you were embarrassed, but you tried to reuse a condom full of cum because you wanted to do it again?”

“…I didn’t know they were single-use….”

I recall her innocence—trying to slide a used condom back onto my cock before lying facedown on the bed—and add:

“Still, you were totally planning to open a new one. Even in the academy infirmary.”

“….”

She opens her mouth to retort,

…but bites her lip instead,

nodding slightly—whether in agreement or not—

as she keeps stroking my cock,

Squelch,

Squelch.

I lean close to her ear.

“…You’re just like me. One round of sex isn’t nearly enough to satisfy you.”

“….”

Her shoulders twitch in response. I breathe in her sweet scent,

then tighten my grip on her waist so she can’t escape.

“If you want, I can make you feel even better than last time. …Still not interested?”

“…I’m absolutely not doing it….”

“You don’t want to?”

“…N-No….”

“If it’s because you feel guilty toward Yozora, don’t worry. I’ll fuck her too when I get the chance.”

“‘When you get the chance’…? That just makes me sound like your girlfriend….”

Girlfriend.

She murmurs the word before turning her head slightly.

Staring at her cheek, I tilt my head and press closer.

I don’t know what kind of partner Han Sua might have dreamed of.

Maybe a kind man.

Or maybe a trashy one.

Or maybe she never cared much about romance.

…Well, given her love for romance comics, a gentle type seems most likely.

But to act that way now—

after everything from the alley,

to the elevator,

to this bedroom—

would be pointless.

I’ve done too much.

“At Yozora’s place, in the infirmary… You were fucking turned on.”

“Ngh….”

I press my lips to her reddening ear

and feed her the words she hates.

“…I already told you. You turn me on way more than a brat like Yozora.”

“I-I don’t think I’m that… attractive….”

“I don’t really care what you think.”

“….”

“…Right now, I’m here with you. Not Yozora—you.”

“With me….”

“If Yozora turned me on more, I wouldn’t be doing this to you.”

“…W-Wait… Your hand….”

“If I’d never met you, I’d probably still be into her.”

“….”

“Even now… I’d probably be fucking her like an animal at her place.”

“….”

Her hand, which had been moving well, starts to slow.

I grab it and move it up and down for her.

Ironically, the pleasure is worse than if I’d just jerked off myself.

But,

thanks to Han Sua’s strange behavior, my cock stays hard.

“….”

“….”

…Is she really doing this to satisfy me and send me away?

Or does she have another want driving her?

Glancing at my face,

she starts stimulating me the way I taught her,

but says nothing.

That odd attitude.

“Hah… Wanna try going a little faster?”

“…L-Like this…?”

“No, just… Change positions.”

“P-Positions…? How…?”

“Get down. On the floor by the bed.”

I loosen my grip, and after a moment of hesitation, Han Sua slowly kneels between my legs.

But I only told her to get down—

not to kneel so neatly and stare at my cock.

Contrary to her seemingly clueless innocence, she must know something.

Yozora mentioned recommending her a ton of lewd manga when they got close…

Guess she actually read them.

“…You know what a titfuck is?”

“….”

“Yozora showed you last time.”

But if I say paizuri, she might not get it.

Being blunt, I watch her flinch as my cock twitches near her pale breasts.

…Sorry, Yozora,

but these are better in color,

shape,

everything.

Unlike your tits, always scheming to be fucked,

Hers are just honestly lewd—

and I love that.

“…P-Paizuri… Right.”

“Yeah. You know it. Wasn’t sure if you would.”

“Yozora showed me… And I’ve seen it in… media.”

Lewd manga?

Or videos?

She doesn’t elaborate, just lifts her thighs slightly.

The sight: her soft breasts, slightly squished from being held.

As she tries to guide my cock between them,

…she rubs the head against her underboob first,

then kneels properly again.

Of course,

the tip still pokes out from between her tits.

“…I-I might not be as good as Yozora, but… I’ll try my best.”

“….”

“So….”

Between her breasts, my grotesquely erect cock—

a deep, reddish-black—disappears into her pale skin as

she lowers her arms, pressing them together.

“Once this is over… You have to be satisfied and leave. Promise….”

…As my cock twitches eagerly,

“If you milk me enough to be satisfied, I’ll think about it.”

“…How much is ‘enough’…?”

“…Until I can’t get hard anymore.”

“…Ah, um….”

She stares not at my eyes, but at the pre-cum-smeared head,

which twitches just below her lips.