episode_0163

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Even if you call this masturbation,

can it really be treated as masturbation?

…You’d feel good too, Professor,

and I’d feel incredibly good as well,

but calling it masturbation feels a little off, don’t you think?

For example,

this right here.

“Han Sua. …Fuck, Han Sua….”

“…Nngh…, ugh….”

The glans that had been mindlessly licking my clit just moments ago now presses hard against my cervix.

If it were just pressing, I might not have noticed, but it keeps shifting angles as if asking where feels best.

Sometimes, it simply thrusts in the deepest direction.

Sometimes, it scrapes against the spot just below my navel with the glans.

Sometimes, instead of just pounding in hard, it slowly drags along my vaginal walls while tenderly stroking my clit.

…This isn’t masturbation.

It’s… sex.

Every time you thrust into me with your cock,

instead of words,

with the clear slick gushing out of me,

I answer in nothing but obedient moans.

How is this masturbation?

It’s sex.

Two people, turned on, doing it together—

…sex.

“…Are your legs sore?”

“N-No… Not really….”

“You’ve been trembling nonstop since earlier.”

“That’s… because… it feels too good….”

Are you thinking of this as just pleasurable masturbation right now?

Or are you memorizing every spot I like in your head?

If my guess is right,

you’re not thinking of this as masturbation at all.

“Chup…, haahp….”

…Mmm.

W-Wait, maybe not.

The way you slip your fingers, slick with my wetness,

into your mouth without wiping them off first,

or how I resist for barely five seconds before obediently licking them clean,

or how you get even more turned on and slam your cock into me so hard the lewd, wet sounds fill the entire bedroom,

or how instead of screaming like a slut from pleasure I could never give myself,

I eagerly lick your fingers, thanking you, begging to feel more,

or how you keep whispering my name in my ear,

pressing your swollen glans deep into my softened cervix

until I hear squelching sounds from inside my belly—

Maybe you never even intended to find the spots I like.

You just fucked me however you wanted.

So, you really were just masturbating with my body,

and I was the one who mistook it for sex…

…

…Maybe?

“…Fhahp, hk…, haa…, nngu….”

…Whatever.

Does it matter if it’s masturbation or sex?

The water’s already spilled.

I’ll never be satisfied with just my fingers again for the rest of my life.

So… I’ll just enjoy it.

Whether it’s masturbation,

or sex,

right now,

…it feels so good my mind’s going blank.

So I’ll just…

pretend I don’t know and enjoy it.

“Fhahp…, Professor…, slower…, slower….”

“…Slower what?”

“Y-Your cock…, just a little slower….”

“Why should I go slower?”

“…B-Because…, I think I’ll pass out….”

“…?”

Maybe it’s because receiving pleasure from someone else is still unfamiliar.

For a moment, I glance back at you with teary eyes.

But when you turn your head without a word, you pull me close and lightly suck on my ear.

…You’re feeling so good your mind’s going blank too.

That the pussy you’re using like a toy right now

feels several times better

than your girlfriend Yozora’s.

Whispering words that make me unbearably embarrassed,

you start thrusting slower, just as I asked.

The shape of your cock,

its length,

its thickness,

how scorching hot it is.

…Compared to the ones in porn,

how superior of a male you are.

What would happen

if I let you go.

Slowly,

teasingly,

I feel it all.

“…?”

…But what do I do?

I… I liked it way more

when you fucked me hard,

ignoring my body like before,

pounding into me so violently I thought I’d break…

Now that I think about it, I’m too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Unless I were as shameless as Yozora, how could I even say something like that?

…Begging you to fuck me like an animal again.

I’d sound like such a slut.

I’ve only ever talked to…

a handful of men besides you.

What if you misunderstand me?

“Huu… Sua. I’m going to put your legs down….”

“…Okay….”

“Let’s change positions a little.”

“…?”

…But what if I just close my eyes and act like Yozora?

If I act as bratty as Yozora did that day on the couch, on the bed, when you ravaged her,

wouldn’t you take me just as violently again?

Instead of nonsense like “no sex,”

if I teased you like in those dirty comics,

couldn’t we keep going with this pleasurable masturbation?

Lost in those lewd thoughts,

instead of pounding into me like an animal as I imagined,

you slowly pull your cock out from my tight walls.

You release my right leg, which had been pinned to my side.

You said you’d change positions—why?

I… I liked this one.

Every time you moved your hips,

you brushed against all the right spots,

making me come every few seconds…

“Hold your legs up a little.”

“…?”

“…Does it hurt?”

No. No. No.

I take back everything I just said.

This new position is even better than the last.

“I-It’s fine….”

“Even if I press down like this?”

“It’s okay… Really.”

“…Alright.”

Compared to being held from behind and fucked,

this—

being pinned under you like this—

is so much better.

Last time, Yozora was fucked like this too, her lower belly bulging with each thrust…

…But imagining you masturbating slowly like this—

I never could’ve.

“…Nngh…, Professor…?”

“…?”

…Not allowed?

“…Professor… I’m feeling a little better now, so you don’t have to go slow anymore….”

“You said you’d pass out earlier.”

“…T-That was…”

“…I’ll go slow. Just like you wanted.”

“…?”

Even though you’ve lifted my thigh to my chest without resistance.

Even though you’ve been so turned on since the foreplay, you haven’t calmed down for a second.

Even though your cock, slick with my wetness,

is even more swollen than when I rubbed it against my chest earlier.

Why are you like this?

…Just do it.

It’s not like it’s sex anyway.

No matter what I scream,

you can just fuck me however you want.

It’s not like I can masturbate

without your cock anymore…

Whether you use me roughly

or gently,

I’m just a toy now—

no different from a fleshlight.

So why?

“…?”

Squelch,

squelch.

Even though it only goes a little deeper than my fingers,

the pleasure is unbearably teasing, making my hips tremble.

After coming once lightly, I grab your wrist holding my thigh and say:

“…You don’t have to go slow….”

“…?”

The same thing I said earlier.

“Ah, what you did before… …It felt good….”

“…?”

Spinning my words slightly.

“I want to do it again. That….”

“…That?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know… I said it felt good….”

Now you pull your cock out completely,

as if to show me how deep you can go,

dripping my slick all over my lower belly.

Even someone as slow as me notices,

and after breaking the resolve I made earlier,

I blurt it out:

“S-Sex… …Wanna do it?”

“…With you?”

“Yeah… I’m already so wet from masturbating…,”

“…?”

“If you fuck me all the way… I’m sure you’ll feel good too….”

Even though I stumbled over my words,

maybe because I managed to say it all,

I’m rewarded with a wicked smile.

“Ngh…?! Nnghk…, ngh, fhngh……!”

Eyes closed.

Your tongue, wet with saliva,

tangles with mine.

“Fhahp, chup… Professor….”

“Seo Woojin.”

“…Seo… Woojin…….”

“Drop the formalities.”

“But, slowly….”

“…Fine. The honorifics do turn me on a little.”

“…They do?”

“Yeah.”

Just from having your cock inside me,

I’m completely broken by pleasure.

“…Would it turn you on more… if I called you Master?”

“I just told you to drop the formalities, and now you’re adding titles?”

“Does it turn you on…?”

“Who knows. The honorifics turning me on wasn’t about that.”

“…Even if I show you my ears and tail… it doesn’t do anything…?”

“…?”

…Because we’re sex partners.

Partners who make each other feel good through sex.

After learning about sex through Yozora and Woojin,

I’ve watched porn every day,

secretly nurturing my own tastes.

Now I let a little slip.

“In beastkin porn, they all act like this around males….”

“…?”

“Getting fucked until they pass out….”

“…?”

Since I’m a transcendent beastkin, it’s unavoidable,

but the lion ears always felt too much like a pet’s—embarrassing.

The lion tail swaying on its own—embarrassing.

But now I offer them all as tools to excite Seo Woojin.

…And really,

if he gets even more turned on,

can I really take him all the way?

Just as that thought fills my mind,

thud. thud. thud.

He fucks me hard enough to make dangerous sounds.

“…Han Sua, you fucking….”

“Master… Master….”

“…You’ve been imagining this? Calling a man Master?”

“Not usually… But sometimes when I masturbate….”

“Must’ve caught it from Yozora. She’s into that.”

“…Do you hate it?”

“I already said. That’s not what I meant.”

“But… Your cock got even harder….”

“…Same difference. Idiot.”

“…Eh. …Ah. Got it.”

“…?”

“Every time I call you Master, you squeeze me tighter….”

“…Fucking bitch….”

“Hehe….”

Things I can say.

Things I can’t say.

The filter I’d normally have is gone, my mind blank.

I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore…

Woojin laughs like it’s absurd,

then releases my thigh,

pulling me into a tight embrace before—

thud. thud. thud.

The bed, silent until now,

creaks dangerously as he fucks me brutally.

…And as teeth marks sink into my collarbone,

“Ah, ahhk…! Woo…jin….”

“Hah… Hah….”

“……. Nngh…. ………♡”

Squelch…,

splurt…,

pulse…

With far more force than when he came during foreplay,

his cum surges violently,

even as he keeps thrusting,

splurt,

pulse…,

filling me completely…

“…You didn’t even ask…, haah…, what if you get me pregnant….”

“It’s a safe day anyway.”

“…I never told you that…?”

“If it were a risky day, you wouldn’t have wrapped your legs around me to keep me inside.”

“…I’m more obvious than I thought. …I saw it in comics a lot, so I copied it.”

Not entirely wrong.

“…Need a break?”

“…No.”

“Water.”

“…I-I’ll get it.”

Guess I didn’t do it enough…?