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Transaction.

Among all forms of exchange, this was the most primitive—barter. The method was simple.

I receive what I want from the other person, and in return, I give them what they desire.

A rule so straightforward and clear that even a child whose brain hasn’t fully developed could understand it.

Which is why I, too, knew exactly what I had to give.

In this situation, since I’ve already…

…come to climax about three times,

I just need to

“…….”

—exactly three times—

extract

Seo Woojin’s semen.

“…First, let me adjust my position. I can’t do anything like this…”

Though it was my first time doing this, it wasn’t particularly difficult.

Especially if we’re just talking about the act itself.

Unless someone was completely ignorant about sex, most people would have at least seen or heard about it.

I’d even watched heterosexual intercourse a few times before.

Of course, since I’d have to touch the genitals of the opposite sex, without the hypnosis of love, even looking at it would feel disgustingly filthy…

But it’ll be fine.

Even without love.

Because the heat of arousal—

—still lingers, even if just a little.

“…Let me confirm again. Three times. Once you’ve ejaculated three times, I’ll stop. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Tissues… Where are they?”

“Check the top drawer of the storage cabinet right next to you.”

“…Ah, here.”

If I work my hand diligently, I should be able to make him finish three times quickly.

About three minutes per round. Multiply that by three, and it’s nine minutes.

Recalling what I’d seen, I pulled out several tissues and folded them into five layers, preparing them in advance.

Since semen is still a liquid, the tissues would get soaked, and if it got on my hands, it’d be incredibly annoying.

With that, the preparations were roughly done.

All that remained was to put on an expression somewhere between blank and teasing, then…

…use my own hands to pleasure Seo Woojin, who was sitting on the bed.

“…Do I have to take it out myself?”

“Not necessarily, but if I do it myself, you’ll probably call me a pervert and get mad.”

“W-Why would I get mad when I already promised to let you pleasure me…?!”

“Because you’re always angry when you look at me. Even earlier, when I was pleasuring you, you called me a fucking bastard.”

“……Haa… …Fine, I’ll take it out for you, so stand up for a second.”

So I awkwardly shuffled back to give Seo Woojin space to step off the bed.

Once there was enough distance for him to stand properly,

in the awkward silence filled only with the rustling of bedsheets, I waited…

…until he was properly in front of me.

“…I’ll take it off. Uh… trunks, was it? These.”

“These aren’t trunks, they’re briefs… Well, not that it matters.”

“….”

Holding the edge of his underwear—some unfamiliar type that clearly outlined the shape of his cock—

…my posture slightly awkward, I bent my knees slightly and

carefully pulled them down.

“…Ugh.”

Now, I could see with my own two eyes what had only been a vague outline through his underwear.

…How swollen the glans was.

How grotesque the veins bulging along the shaft looked.

How thick, how long it was.

How rigid.

As I slowly, slowly pulled down the underwear clinging tightly to his body,

Snap.

With a light bounce,

another piece of clothing joined the pile on the floor.

Every detail.

“Ugh, really? That’s a bit of an overreaction.”

“W-What kind of reaction am I supposed to have…! It looks disgusting…!”

“Even though you’re about to touch it yourself?”

“That’s why it’s even more disgusting…!”

Let me be honest.

I’ve heard comparisons like “it looks like a mushroom,” and I roughly get the idea,

but this man’s cock was unnecessarily big, making it grotesque beyond any cute, petite size.

…Look. Even when it’s just lying there, it’s trying to touch my stomach.

I deliberately kept my distance, but still.

Its heat faintly radiates toward me.

To think Yozora was pounded by this hideous thing.

And worse, she clung to it, whining pathetically.

It made no sense to me.

With something like this, forget about enjoying sex—

it should’ve hurt so much she’d be sobbing.

…And she was disappointed because her dildo was smaller than this?

Did I mishear her?

Maybe she meant a dildo bigger than this was too much to fit inside her?

And if this cock were to rape Yozora the way she liked it—

Her body,

her mind,

…would probably die.

Could she genuinely enjoy something like that?

…I don’t get it.

“…Just sit on the bed. You’re not planning to stand the whole time, right?”

“If you’re going to jerk me off while I’m sitting, the angle might be uncomfortable. I’ll just lie down.”

“…Suit yourself. Good that you know what you want.”

But all of this was just hypothetical—if we were having sex.

For me, who was only here to be pleasured and give pleasure, none of this applied.

In fact, from my perspective, it wasn’t all bad.

A size that fits snugly in my hand is far more comfortable than something so small it’s hard to grip.

So before the mood could get any weirder, I laid Seo Woojin down on the bed, propped his back up with pillows and blankets, and clambered onto the bed after him.

Following a half-naked man’s movements felt shameful, like I was preparing for some sexual service…

But it was bearable.

If Seo Woojin had been ugly, fat, and smelly—the kind of man I wouldn’t even want to associate with—it would’ve been different.

But he wasn’t ugly.

Wasn’t fat.

Didn’t smell.

He was just a trash human with a pitch-black heart.

Right now, I was just kneeling beside Seo Woojin for a fair transaction.

With that self-hypnosis,

“…So I just stroke it? Like this?”

“You’ve never done this… Well, I guess you have. It’s nothing special. Just grip and stroke like you said, and it’ll feel good.”

“How hard? …I’ve heard it hurts if you squeeze too tight.”

“Start light. I’ll tell you what’s comfortable.”

“….”

I reached out toward the grotesque cock Yozora had secretly touched before.

The ridged glans made stroking awkward, but just below it,

I carefully pinched the shaft between my thumb, index, and middle fingers.

“You can go harder. That’s barely any stimulation.”

“…This much?”

“Not bad, but a little more.”

“…How much harder do you want? Give me an example.”

“Hmm… Enough to almost crush an empty can?”

“Isn’t that too much…?”

“Then just go with what you think is comfortable. Clumsiness can be its own turn-on.”

“…Don’t complain later if it hurts.”

Despite its hideous first impression, gripping it wasn’t too hard.

Compared to its visual impact, the texture itself wasn’t anything special.

Just hard. And warm.

I thought it might feel like a finger, but it was subtly different—unfamiliar yet familiar.

Stroking this pillar up and down for ten minutes? No big deal.

If this was all there was to it, it might end easier than I thought.

For the first time, instead of shame, I felt a flicker of hope as I glanced at Seo Woojin’s expression and began stroking.

…Squelch.

Squelch.

Applying pressure with my fingers curled into a ring,

roughly mimicking what I’d seen in videos.

“I-Is this okay?”

“Do you want honesty, or something nice to hear?”

“…I get it, you’re saying I suck. Just give me feedback. You don’t seem to like half-hearted efforts.”

“Then… grip harder first.”

“…Like this?”

“And stroke a little faster.”

“…….”

“…Don’t just lazily rub it. Make sure you go all the way down to the base.”

“I’m not being lazy…! I just… didn’t know…!”

No.

Why am I getting mad at him?

I’m supposed to be pleasuring him, but this whole thing feels off.

…Look.

Seo Woojin’s smirking like he’s enjoying my frustration.

But I can’t take back what I snapped at him.

So I just glared sharply and stroked harder, squelch, squelch, until his cock was burning hot in my grip.

“….”

“….”

I realized something was wrong after about three minutes of squelching and stealing glances at that infuriating face.

“Haa…”

Even though I’d been stroking diligently the whole time,

there was no sign of positive change—no trembling, no ragged breathing.

…And me?

“Are you tired?”

“It’s just moving my wrist… Haa… What’s there to be tired about…?”

“Just wondering… Your breathing’s gotten rougher. Like when I first started.”

“…Don’t get any perverted ideas. Nothing’s changed.”

“Your face is pretty red for ‘nothing’s changed.’”

“Shut up before I squeeze harder.”

“…Your words are slurring a little.”

“…I said shut up.”

I thought the heat of arousal had faded, leaving only embers.

But ever since I’ve been touching Seo Woojin,

this sticky, unwanted feeling keeps creeping up on me.

“….”

I can’t just keep wasting time like this.

I need to change tactics, do something.

So I asked.

“…Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Why… …aren’t you cumming?”

“What?”

“Ugh…! What else would I mean in this situation…!”

“….”

“…I said, why aren’t you ejaculating?”

Bluntly.

Even using the word semen.

“Dunno. Maybe something’s lacking?”

“…What’s lacking?”

“Stimulation, for one.”

“….”

Stimulation?

I’m already stimulating him enough.

Squelch-squelch stroking his cock—isn’t that enough?

Confused, I stared at Seo Woojin, but he just kept smirking.

…That annoying way of talking is exactly like Yozora. Makes me even angrier.

He’s only giving me the vague keyword stimulation because he wants me to ask further—

to force me to say the dirty words myself.

Trash.

Pervert.

Cocky bastard.

While mentally cursing him, I glared for a moment before squeezing his cock hard in revenge.

Unfazed, Seo Woojin just watched as I averted my gaze downward.

“….”

He said the stimulation wasn’t enough.

…To increase stimulation, there’s one obvious method.

There is one.

“Why are you pulling out tissues again?”

“…Shut up.”

It’s filthy. Makes my skin crawl just thinking about it.

But there is one.

“…The glans is sensitive, but rubbing it too hard with tissues will feel more painful than pleasurable. Like how you said it hurt when you masturbated.”

“…….”

So after thoroughly cleaning his cock, I crumpled the tissues and threw them at his face.

They fluttered too slowly to hit him, and he easily blocked them with his hand, earning my irritated glare.

Then… hesitantly,

I bent over.

“….”

…Licking the sensitive glans with my tongue, lick, lick,

occasionally sucking lightly with my lips, schlick, schlurp,

while stroking the shaft, now noticeably harder than before.

Soon…

….

.

“…Ngh, ugh…!”

“Haa…”

“……. ….”

Like this,

Splurt.

Splurt, splurt—

filling my mouth with sticky fluid until—

“You came in my mouth without warning—cough! What the hell… You bastard.”

“I was already close, but you were so clueless—being a virgin and all—so I teased you a little for fun.”

“…I almost swallowed all of it because of you. That disgusting stuff.”

So I had no choice.

Not because it tasted good or anything absurd like that,

but because I genuinely had no choice—

gulp, gulp—

I had to swallow most of that revolting semen.

“I didn’t hold your head down. You could’ve just spat it out.”

“…I-I panicked, okay…! You think I wanted to swallow that sticky, gross stuff…?”

If I swallow my pride just a little,

the next two times

should go smoothly.

Without issues.

“…Lick right away? Don’t men need a break or something…?”

“Do what you want. After just one round, it doesn’t matter.”

“…Um, hey…”

“Something else you’re curious about?”

“Did it… feel good?”

“The amount says it all.”

“…I don’t know much about this, but… was it a lot?”

“…Yeah. Quite a bit.”

“…Then that’s enough.”

…Being this close to him, all for the sake of curing my heat,

only made me more aroused.

The heat wouldn’t end.

This relationship wouldn’t stop at just business.

Just being near Seo Woojin

made me think strange thoughts.

Before that happens—