episode_0162

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Does she even realize what kind of face she’s making right now?

If it were any other man here instead of me,

the expression she’s wearing would make it no surprise if she got raped on the spot.

“…Fellatio?”

“Sucking… your dick… sir…”

“You don’t like that much, do you? …You hate swallowing cum, too.”

“Eh, n-no…? I don’t particularly… dislike it…”

“…Then? Do you like cum?”

“…! I-I don’t l-like it… Ah, wait…”

A sigh laden with lust escapes her, but only for a moment.

Even after coming once, my dick is still stiff, throbbing with blood as Han Sua stares at it intently. I pull her up onto the bed.

At first, she resisted fiercely, making all sorts of excuses, but now she’s already moved on to fellatio…

Maybe she’ll even agree to sex if I ask.

Just like before, with all those flimsy excuses.

“I told you to take a break. You don’t have to be so tense.”

“I-I’m not tense.”

“Your heart’s pounding like crazy, though.”

“…”

“Is it because you’re nervous? Or is there another reason?”

“…I’m nervous…”

“…Ah. Nervous, huh?”

“…”

I should tell her someday that her heartbeat isn’t actually that loud.

With a gentle smile, I pull Han Sua into my arms, letting her climb on top of me.

As she leans back against me, what reaches my nose is the now-faint scent of shampoo.

Or should I call it pheromones? That distinct, intoxicating scent of a girl that drives men wild.

The lingering smell of my cum, even though I wiped it off with a towel earlier.

Maybe it’s because I’m so turned on, but part of me wants to take her out for a walk like this, drenched in my scent…

But she’s not quite tamed enough for that yet, so I hold back.

This half-baked sense of conquest—

something only I can feel,

something I can’t flaunt to others.

It’s frustrating to settle for just this… but what can I do?

I’ll get my chance someday.

A masked stroll with Han Sua, one of Korea’s top heroes.

Maybe even with a leash.

“Han Sua.”

“…Mmm…”

For a brief moment, I imagine a future that’s still years away.

Holding Han Sua, warmer than my own body heat, I sit up from the bed and suddenly tilt her dazed face toward mine, slipping my tongue between her lips.

…Even though she said no kissing,

I think she likes it more than I do.

Kissing.

“Hah… stick your tongue out more. Don’t just sit there taking it.”

“…”

“I’ll kiss you as much as you want before the fellatio, so open up.”

“…Kissing… isn’t it.”

“…Then what is it?”

“…I don’t know.”

“…”

“Anyway, it’s not kissing…”

“…”

“…Here. I’ll… stick it out…”

Is it okay for her excuses to be this flimsy now?

Or is she just too lazy to come up with a better one?

Staring at the strands of saliva stretching between us—

whether it’s mine from earlier

or hers that she hasn’t swallowed yet—

a mischievous thought crosses my mind.

I catch Han Sua’s unbearably cute tongue between my lips

and lightly press my mouth to hers, just like she called it a “kiss” earlier.

“…”

“…Mmph… Hah…”

…I just wanted to see how she’d react.

Maybe she’d cling to me aggressively, trying to prove it wasn’t a kiss.

That’s what I thought as I teased her.

But now, watching you with your eyes closed, obediently letting me kiss you,

forgetting everything you just said—

maybe it’s because I’m not being as aggressive as usual,

or maybe you think you messed up—

but you stick your tongue out even cuter,

begging for more.

Just watching you like this…

makes my head throb.

…What if I break you like I did with those practice toys?

That thought crosses my mind.

“Guh… hah…”

“…Change positions.”

“…”

“…We agreed. Fellatio.”

As gently as possible—

as gently as I can manage.

Restraining the urge to hook my arm under Han Sua’s thigh, lift her up, and fuck her senseless,

I whisper into her ear.

Of course, while my tone is gentle, the words themselves aren’t.

Neither is the way I roughly grope her chest without permission.

But even so, Han Sua—

after slowly pushing my hands away—

gulps and lowers herself.

“…”

She acts like she doesn’t want to,

but it’s like she’s been counting down to this moment.

…Typical of a mutant with a heightened sense of smell and a scent fetish.

Just like when she first swallowed my cum and wagged her tail in heat.

Pretending not to notice.

Pretending she’s just watching.

Pretending she has no choice because I told her to.

To bring her face closer to my throbbing, fully erect cock—

she lowers herself

all the way down.

“Remember last time?”

Precum, multiple times.

Han Sua’s saliva, a few times.

And once, with cum she milked out herself.

My dick must be drenched in a scent she loves.

When I grab the base and tap it against her lips, she reacts immediately.

Pressing her lips to it, leaving marks on the skin,

making deliberate slurping sounds before quietly licking,

then using her tongue like a cat lapping up milk, dragging it along the underside—

…before slowly swallowing the swollen head,

pulling back a finger’s width to savor the taste.

The whole time, Han Sua doesn’t say a word,

but one thing’s clear:

“…Uh, I don’t know…? Maybe… sort of…”

“…”

She’s watched a lot of blowjob videos.

Probably hasn’t practiced much, but she’s seen enough to know what to do.

Earlier, during the face-fucking, she was licking the tip on her own…

…After we had sex,

instead of just reading comics at home,

she must’ve binged nothing but porn.

“…Keep going. Fellatio.”

“…Ah, yes.”

But then why did she say she’d stop being my sex partner?

Did she really think Yozora wouldn’t be able to have sex anymore because of her?

That random thought distracts me just as—

Zing—a sharp pleasure shoots up from below, making me wince.

“…Slurp… ngh, cough… guh…”

Slowly.

Deliberately.

But

thoroughly.

First, she lavishes attention on the most sensitive part—the tip—with her warm, soft tongue.

Second, she keeps licking it like she doesn’t know how raw it is right after I came.

…Third, she tries to take it deep,

pushing until the head hits her throat,

then gags and pulls back, strings of sticky saliva trailing from her lips.

As if to say her own spit isn’t dirty,

or that she’s seen others do this,

she licks up every drop sliding down my shaft,

one by one,

before taking it back into her mouth.

And then—

there’s the quiet sound I keep hearing.

“…Gag… cough……”

I grab the back of her head and pull her down hard.

As deep as her throat can take.

Even if tears well up in Han Sua’s usually sharp eyes.

Even if she pats my thigh frantically, her face twisted in distress.

…If she were really about to pass out,

she’d hit me harder.

“Cough! W-what are you… doing…?”

“…And what are you doing?”

“I’m just… keeping my promise… fellatio…”

“Not that. The other thing.”

“…Huh?”

“…You think playing dumb will make it go away?”

“What do you…?”

“You were fingering yourself. …With your fingers.”

Not like now, where you’re hiding one hand between your thighs,

making wet squelches as you lightly slap your skin.

If you were really about to pass out from my dick in your throat,

the sound of you touching yourself wouldn’t have gotten faster.

You’d have hit my thigh harder to make me stop.

“Wai… …Sir…”

People always talk about patience “snapping.”

I never understood why it’s described as breaking or shattering—why it has to snap.

But now I get it.

…Because it really does snap.

There’s no other word for it.

“…Nngh… Sir…”

Leaning back against the headboard, enjoying Han Sua’s fellatio, is over now.

The cum boiling up inside me hasn’t been released at all as I yank Han Sua down beside me.

And then—

“…You said we weren’t having sex.”

“Don’t… touch me…”

Gathering her flailing legs,

I bend them until they press against her chest and pin them there.

“…You’re fucking soaked. Goddamn it.”

“It’s… because you licked me earlier…”

“…Ah. Because I licked you?”

“Yes, because… ngh… you… licked…”

Realizing her resistance has faded,

I slide two fingers into her dripping pussy—

right where her own fingers were moments ago.

“…Even the inside is this slick? From me licking you?”

“I… I really wasn’t… fingering myself…”

For a Han Sua who cums just from two fingers,

for a Han Sua still desperately denying it,

I smear her slick juices

all over her less-messed-up thigh.

“Then what was that sound I heard?”

“Sound…?”

“The one mixed in with the blowjob noises.”

“…I don’t know… Really…”

“…Your fingers are still wet. Why keep lying?”

“…Huh?”

…Because her right hand is even messier than mine,

drenched in her own fluids,

I grab it so she can’t hide it.

“…Still saying you didn’t touch yourself?”

“…”

“Did you or not?”

“Um, well…”

“…”

“I… might have…?”

“…”

“I don’t… remember…”

Turning her slightly,

I hook an arm behind one knee

and pull it toward her body, pinning it in place.

“…I’m gonna jerk off. So you do it too.”

Bullshit.

Anyone would call this bullshit, but I say it anyway.

Without hesitation,

I thrust into her soaked slit—

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

My dangerously swollen cock, right on the edge.

“…Sua.”

“…Y-yes…”

“Touch yourself.”

“…I am… already…”

“…”

“…Ah, so deep…”

…Completely forgetting

about condoms.