episode_0161

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I was well aware that my chest drew an unusual amount of attention.

…It was like that in middle school, and in high school too.

It would’ve been weird not to notice the way boys kept sneaking glances.

Ah. It must be because they’re a bit bigger than average—how novel.

Ah. Since our parents are in certain social circles, they must only dare to look from afar.

Ah. …Fucking humiliating.

Ah. I don’t want to wear this tight school uniform—just give me something loose and baggy.

But the first time I ever felt a tiny flicker of pride in the chest I’d always tried to hide from others was…

…Because of the person right in front of me—

No.

The person looking down at me from slightly above—

Seo Woojin.

Was it thanks to him?

“Love gel probably isn’t an option… Anything else that’s decently slippery?”

“…U-usually, this is what people use…”

“This?”

“Like… this… Spit… on it…?”

Sometimes, I’d accidentally spill soup.

Or stew.

Occasionally, as a joke, I’d even drink from a cup with a straw while balancing it on my chest.

But spitting directly onto my own breasts? That’s a first.

Ptooey—

I let drops of saliva trickle from the tip of my tongue onto the space between my breasts.

To be precise,

onto the head of his cock,

which was poking out from between them.

“….”

…He flinched.

Just now.

“…Soo-ah.”

“Y-yeah, uh… yes?”

“Looks nice, but… you okay with this?”

“I’m fine. It’s my body anyway, so spitting on it is whatever…”

“Not that. I mean, just spit won’t be enough—it’ll dry out and chafe. You sure you’re okay with that?”

“…Oh, chafing…”

“Sigh… You’ve got body lotion, right?”

“Yeah. J-just a sec… There’s a little left…”

What’s the best way to rub it in to satisfy him?

Probably wrapping tightly and working it all the way to the base would be best.

That’s how it was in the manga Yozora briefly showed me, and in the dirty comics I’ve seen.

Pausing my half-baked paizuri plan, I squeeze a generous amount of leftover body lotion between my breasts.

…Is it because I’ve never applied this much lotion before?

The sensation, like spreading thick cream, feels bizarrely unfamiliar, but I don’t let it show as I kneel back between his legs.

And then,

slowly.

“….”

With my soft, plump breasts—

slightly bigger than Yozora’s—

that keep making him excited.

…I carefully envelop his cock,

already slick with pre-cum and spit,

and—

“Feels cold now. It was kinda warm earlier.”

“Cold…? Oh, I-I’m actually burning up…”

Up.

Gently up.

I lift my chest until the head of his cock, which had been peeking out just a fingertip’s length, disappears completely between them.

“…Teacher.”

“…What?”

After thoroughly rubbing it up,

down.

“…Am I doing it right?”

“…Yeah.”

“Does it… feel good?”

“You can… hah… tell, can’t you?”

My nipples, stiff against my will, press into his lower stomach,

until this vulgar body of mine is crushed against his thighs.

Down.

Until the cock trembling between my breasts

pushes slightly past my cleavage,

spilling thick strands of pre-cum to add to the mess.

I lower my chest.

…Somehow, it feels like I’m a maid serving her master—

a strangely complicated sensation—

but I don’t care.

That’s the kind of thing perverts like Yozora would enjoy.

I’m not interested in that.

Even as shameful fluids trickle down my kneeling thighs,

I pay no mind.

“…Should I keep going like this?”

“….”

At my question, he nods,

gripping the bed tightly as he exhales—

Up.

…Wanting to make him feel even better,

Ptooey— I wet my cleavage with more spit.

Down.

For the same reason,

I flick my tongue lightly over the twitching head before—

Up.

…Suddenly, he strokes my hair gently,

and—

Down.

Did he like that?

After licking the pre-cum-smeared head carefully,

I drag up, as if pulling the cum packed inside him upward—

Up.

…To draw out as much as possible,

then drag down to the base, milking it out—

Down.

Am I doing this right?

Before I can ask,

or hear his answer—

Up.

Is it because I slathered on lotion instead of proper lube?

Ptooey— I let fresh spit drip between my drying breasts—

Down.

“You fucking slut.”

In my dazed state, I barely catch his muttered curse—

Up.

…And then.

“…Ah, fuck….”

“….”

Splurt, splurt—sploosh…

Between my tightly pressed breasts,

I take his first,

thick load.

“…This is your first time doing paizuri, right?”

“….”

…Hot, sticky fluid splatters messily between my tits.

It’s not like my womb is there.

Even if he came inside me, I wouldn’t get pregnant.

It’s not like I’m gaining some kind of trophy.

Yet the dense cum pounding against my sternum feels like it could’ve knocked me up if it had gone lower.

“…Now I can’t even bother comparing you to Yozora.”

And it wasn’t like the measly 5-second spurts I’d seen in videos.

This was easily three times as much,

lasting so much longer.

Splurt, splurt…

“She couldn’t even compare to my own hand.”

Maybe that’s why.

A memory surfaces.

The first time I swallowed his cum,

how I lost myself, shamelessly licking his cock.

While he’s happily dirtying my chest,

I secretly—

Down.

Pull my chest lower.

“….”

Sploosh, glurp—splurt…

As my breasts drop, the cum buried between them surges up,

even splattering onto my collarbone,

painting it white.

On top of my cum-covered cleavage,

another weaker spurt twitches out.

I could’ve licked it up,

or sniffed deeply at the scent,

but it’s too far down.

“Sigh… …Soo-ah. Need tissues?”

“….”

Are you satisfied now?

Look how filthy you’ve made me.

I know how to lighten the post-orgasm tension, but the words won’t come out.

…How do I put it?

It’s like when he kissed me earlier.

But having my words fail me twice now—

I finally understand why.

Because I want to keep kissing him.

Not for some childish reason.

…It’s just…

If I let him kiss me obediently, even while resisting,

won’t he eventually lose control and pin me down…?

Wouldn’t that feel… incredibly good…?

That’s the filthy thought.

Even now, pretending to accidentally lick his cum—

wouldn’t that excite him as he watches from above…?

If we’re not going to have sex today, I at least want memories to use when I masturbate tonight.

…I think having sex would addict me and ruin my life,

but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.

In fact, I’d love to do it with him all day.

The Academy.

The housekeeper.

My parents.

Yozora.

I’d push it all aside—

just to be with him.

“…I-I’ll get a towel…”

“Don’t need a whole towel, tissues or wipes are fine.”

“There’s, um… a whole stack in the bottom drawer…”

“What’re you gonna tell the housekeeper who does the laundry?”

“Wouldn’t that be better…? Leaving obvious stains on a towel makes it easier for her to confirm later.”

“…Confirm what?”

“…Y’know… what two people did in the room…”

“….”

“If there’s no trace or it’s too hard to find… she might get the wrong idea.”

“Dunno. Swallowing cum isn’t that weird of a kink.”

“Not that… There’s one more thing…”

“….”

“….”

“….”

“…I-I’ll get the towel, Teacher.”

For a moment, I stare blankly at the sticky strands of cum between my breasts.

Staggering up, I grab several towels from the drawer and return to the bed.

Fantasies should stay fantasies.

It did feel amazing having sex with him, but doing it again would be irreversible.

His cock teasing my shallow spots felt incredible, but getting addicted would ruin me.

The way he pounded deep, ignoring my own orgasm, was mind-blowing, but if I let that happen again, my nightly fingering sessions would feel pathetic.

So, I—

“Guess we’ve got an alibi now.”

“…Huh?”

“With all this cum on the towel… That housekeeper won’t suspect a thing.”

“….”

“So…”

“…F-fellatio…”

…I had no intention

of having sex with him.

“I’ll… give you a blowjob…”

“….”

“…Stop bringing up sex…”

Even if,

deep down,

I want to be ruined beyond recognition.