episode_0242

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…I did it.

Should I call it…seduction?

The kind where you dance around directly saying “let’s have sex.”

Since I was the one who wagged my tail at Teacher first… I suppose calling it seduction is accurate.

…It’s my first time. Doing something like this.

Even when we first slept together in the infirmary, Teacher took the lead.

And after that day, when I ran away thinking we shouldn’t be sex partners, Teacher was still the one leading, right?

But now,

it’s different.

“Hah… ngh…!”

…I seduced him.

I was the one who wagged my lion’s tail flirtatiously at Teacher first, letting myself get taken.

Back when Teacher tried to persuade me before, didn’t he suggest we just masturbate together?

Those laughable excuses are gone now.

…We’re having sex.

And just like last time, without a condom.

Even though it’s not a safe day.

We’re having sex.

Ah, come to think of it,

since I’m wearing a collar,

maybe calling it… mating…

would be more fitting.

Teacher, too,

while gripping my hips tightly…

…like a beast,

is slamming into me.

“Ngh… ah… hah…!”

The slick, sticky fluids trickling down my thighs.

Feeling embarrassed by what is clearly not just water, I take Teacher inside me.

Leaning against the shower stall wall. In such an awkward position.

Why, though? Is it because of our height difference?

I’m fairly tall for a girl, but even if I stand on my tiptoes, it’s hard to reach the right spot…

…Ah, no.

It’s just that my knees are already buckling.

Even though barely a minute has passed since we started,

my legs can’t hold strength anymore.

That’s why I had to stand on my tiptoes.

…How embarrassing.

“…Soo-ah. Is it too much?”

“I’m… fine… ah…!”

“…Yeah?”

“Y-yeah…”

Maybe because I’ve buried my face in my arm braced against the wall, whimpering.

He whispers, asking if I’m okay, while the sound of skin slapping from behind never stops.

If he’s going to ask that, shouldn’t he slow down his thrusts while talking to me…?

Or at least… ngh… not pound into me all the way to the hilt…

The tip of his cock—

The… what was it called again?

…Right. The glans.

Scraping roughly against my inner walls while asking me that—

He shouldn’t do that.

He keeps asking as if he’ll only continue if I say I’m fine.

How could I possibly say I’m not fine here?

I just…

want him to cherish me…

even more than this.

So much more.

“Hah… ah…! Ah…! …?! Kyaah…?”

Thud, thud. While my ass is pressed firmly against Teacher’s taut lower stomach,

one of the hands gripping my hips slides up and grabs my chest.

Why? Doesn’t this ruin the rhythm of… sex?

Before I can even float a question mark above my head or ask why he’s doing this—

or throw out some dirty talk he’d like instead—

“Hah… ngh…♡”

I’m violated.

With my chest pressed hard against the bathroom wall.

With my upper body, which had been hunched over, forced back upright.

…As if we were standing.

I’m utterly violated.

Shouldn’t this be wrong?

But then again, in this position,

Teacher’s cock keeps…

…pressing deep inside.

So much that a shadow forms below my navel.

As if he’s bragging about how deep he’s reaching.

“Look down here and stick out your tongue.”

“…Bleh.”

I’m sure I’ve never seen this on Twitter.

There, it was just guys pounding away while holding onto a tail.

I’ve never seen a single video of someone having sex with a cock like this.

Lost in thought while staring blankly between my breasts, Teacher’s voice comes from much closer this time.

…Of course, I turn my head that way,

and like the collared pet I am, I stick out my tongue.

Thud.

Thud.

Along with vulgar sounds I’d never dare let my mother hear,

we share an obscene amount of shame.

Maybe because of our height difference, I can’t give anything back—only receive.

…Come to think of it, this is like sex too.

Yozora once recommended me a dirty manga that said:

No matter how sex happens, in the end, it’s about taking semen from the male.

“Huu…”

“…Hah… Did it feel good…?”

Peeling my saliva-coated lips away from that male.

After checking if he’s satisfied with my answer.

“Yeah.”

“…How much?”

For some reason,

I want to confirm further, clinging to his words.

“A lot.”

“A little more detail… You just said I’m bad at expressing myself earlier…”

…I don’t think I’ve done this even with my father since elementary school.

With a voice so embarrassingly sweet it makes my cheeks burn, echoing off the bathroom walls.

“You were the one who said you’re bad at expressing yourself. …Anyway, details?”

“Yeah… ngh…”

Taking the cock that gave me a new hobby

all the way to the root.

“…I think this is enough.”

“… …♡”

At the sensation of him going even deeper than before,

I can only nod weakly.

…My thighs tremble uncontrollably.

A hundred words saying “I’m turned on” can’t compare

to this. His cock, thicker than before, is a much more honest reaction.

As a girl, I can’t not know.

…A swollen cock means

he’s close to cumming.

I can’t not know.

“…You’ve been taking your pills regularly, right?”

“Y-yeah…”

Holding Teacher’s breath close to my ear.

“If I accidentally knock you up, will your dad kill me?”

“That’s… impossible… If anything, a workaholic like my father, who only cares about growing the company… would be… happy… ngh… to have strong… seed… Ah… ngh…!”

Thud.

Squelch.

Teacher—

…No, Master grips my body and crushes my womb in bliss.

Instead of pretty moans, I keep letting out shameless sounds.

“…Don’t arch your back. The wall’s right there anyway.”

“… …”

Literally like a dog.

Abandoning all dignity as a lion, just like a dog.

Licking Master’s fingers as they slip between my lips,

I take in his white seed.

…Once. Twice.

Even after enough to guarantee pregnancy is poured into me,

maybe because he knows it’s impossible—

…or maybe because he wants to knock me up.

He doesn’t stop.

Keeps going.

Keeps going.

Even as my whole body shudders.

…Even as my vision blurs.

Keeps going.

Pressing deep into my womb.

Keeps going.

“…Let’s get out. Where are the towels?”

“Towwelsss… Over there, by the bathroom entrance… The drawer…”

“Drawer?”

Splash— The sound of shower water.

Before I can even gather my senses, Master pulls me along by the hand.

The complete opposite of when I led the way into the bathroom earlier.

Master in front, gripping the leash tightly in one hand.

Me stumbling behind.

Realizing this is the kind of dynamic men would fantasize about, I stay silent as Master dries my hair.

…Maybe because of his connection to Yozora.

Even though my hair is long, he dries it surprisingly well—with a towel, then a blow dryer—leaving me slightly impressed.

After being this close, did he stop being sex partners with her because I suddenly appeared? That worry lingers too.

Yozora’s been spacing out a lot lately, even though she acts like she doesn’t care…

Maybe I should bring it up with her later.

I’d be happy if Yozora felt as good as I do now.

…That time she lay beside me, whimpering.

She looked genuinely happy.

“That’s enough. I’ll handle the rest. Let’s go.”

“…Go? Where…?”

The noisy blow dryer drowns out my thoughts briefly.

After I diligently towel-dry Master’s hair in return, he snatches the towel away and shakes off the remaining moisture himself, heading somewhere.

…I have a guess, but—

It’s the bedroom.

A place to sleep.

To laze around reading manga.

…To masturbate.

To have sex.

Dragged into a space where half its purpose is lewd,

“Hug the pillow and lie on your stomach.”

“…”

I obey.

Quietly following Master’s orders.

“…It’s still leaking out. My cum.”

“Eek…!”

Even as his middle finger swipes between my thighs, wiping it on the sheets.

I stay quiet.

…Because.

“I’ll tuck the blanket under you, so lift your hips a bit.”

“…”

If I listen to Master,

I’ll feel good.

…Even better than before.

That’s why.

“Huu…”

“Ngh… ah… hah…!”

Hugging the pillow tightly.

Lifting my hips slightly.

Pinned under Master, who braces himself on either side of me.

…I’m mated with again.

“…Fuck, you’re so wet. Seriously.”

“Ah… ngh…!”

“It’s not just from my cum, is it?”

“Ah… …”

Even harder than before.

Even rougher than before.

Putting his full weight into each thud, thud,

the blanket under my stomach has lost all its fluffiness.

…But with my mouth muffled by the pillow,

even when Master teases me,

all I can manage are broken whimpers.

“Answer me. Don’t try to hide it.”

“Ngh…!”

…My collar is yanked, forcing my head up.

My back, which had curled without me realizing, is pressed back down.

“Because… Master took me so much…”

“Took you?”

“…So… I got wet…”

“That’s it?”

“…”

“Are all girls like you?”

“…”

“Do they all get this soaked just from being taken?”

The kind of obscene dialogue

you’d only hear in porn.

We take turns

reciting it.

“I’m… just a slut…”

“There’s another word.”

“…A pervert…”

“…”

“Wearing a collar and getting taken… I watched too much porn when Teacher was busy…”

“…What did they do in those?”

“Just… called the guy ‘Master’… while having their tail pulled…”

“Like this?”

“…Y-yeah…”

“…What else?”

Clutching the pillow in my arms.

As Master’s hand strokes my lion’s tail gently.

“…Called me a bitch while… fucking me hard…”

“Not all mutants are dogs. There are cats. Lions.”

“…But a bitch is… a bitch…”

“…”

“…Woof. Woof.”

“…”

Spilling words

far removed from logic.

“…Keep barking. If you want to be treated like a bitch.”

“Woof, woof… arf, grr… ngh, right there… so deep…”

“I said bark.”

“As long as… it feels good… ngh…!”

“…”

Creak, creak.

Since my face is shoved into the pillow by Master’s hand, the bed beneath me moans in my place.

What if you break me like this?

What will you do

if I break?

“… … …♡”

What if you pin a girl’s arms to the bed and wreck her pussy?

What if you lick her ear while pounding into her, leaving her gasping for words?

…What if you yank her arms back and slam into her until she really breaks?

The creaking continues until—

“I’m… cumming… I’m… Master, I’m—! No, ngh…!”

Squelch, squelch. Along with the sound of something hitting deep inside.

The sound of soft, wet things tangling together.

Then, suddenly, it stops.

“Hah… ngh… ugh… …”

…Maybe

because he thinks it’s okay now.

Or maybe because

I’m already broken.

“…Lie on your side. This time, spread your legs for me.”

“…Yes…”