NOVEL NEXT Chapter 7 - The Body Is Honest
Chapter 7 – The Body Is Honest
I know how important it is to choose your words carefully.
I knew that a single word could repay a thousand nyang debt,
I knew that pronouncing “ah” differently from “uh” matters,
But I never knew that a single word could make a woman like this.
No.
I never knew it could make me like this.
I was leaning against the corner of the room by the window, sitting down.
In front of my mouth was my master’s pussy.
A light pink pussy with fine, neatly grown hair.
Wings that aren’t spread, but when touched with the tongue, swell and part stickily.
The outer lips were already slick and wet when sucked, and the clitoris twitched when licked.
The first pussy I’d ever seen was prettier than I’d imagined, in contrast to her snow-white skin.
With her skirt lifted, I took Leona’s pussy deep into my mouth.
Sucking was definitely enjoyable.
So it’s true that if the hair on your head is red, your pubic hair is really red too.
I couldn’t deny the pleasure of learning something I’d only read about in books.
Something that made my heart boil.
A desire to make my cock stand tall and make this woman whimper until she died.
A sour and intense scent filled my nostrils.
I don’t dislike the smell. So this is what an erotic scent is like, I think.
It’s a unique experience, now that I’m dead as Ada.
Pussy certainly has a magic that makes people’s hearts race.
Enough to understand why people are so obsessed with romance
And why so many humans have floundered and died between women’s thighs.
If there’s only one problem,
As you might guess from everything I’ve said,
It’s just that I’m doing this until my lips are swollen.
I had no sense of how much time had passed.
It’s uncomfortable being wet from the fluid splashed from the tip of my nose to my chin, no, from my forehead to my chin.
For at least 30 minutes, possibly a full hour,
She forced me to lick her pussy without rest.
Damn it. I thought she’d go “unghh” and “jwujijweyet” after once or twice.
Isn’t that how it is in manga?
“Cough… I can’t breathe.”
“Hiss… ha… hmm… I’ve only come three times so far.”
When she loosened her belt with a rustle, my heart had tightened.
My plan was to send off our stupid—no, genius—anyway, our damn master with fancy tongue work,
Then smoothly penetrate her and conquer her with ejaculating intercourse.
Like a man.
Genius or whatever, when a dick goes in, you can’t move, something like that.
First-class talent but third-class pussy!
Making those words come out of that haughty mouth.
It was a perfect plan.
So why am I crouched down sucking pussy?
Is it because I’m Ada? Because I lack experience?
“Hiss… don’t just tickle… where did everything I just taught you go? Ahh. Raise your tongue more.”
“Phu. Kehup. Peho. Huuu…mmph!”
“Don’t take your head away.”
As she said that, my master crossed her long sheep-like legs behind my neck.
Whether intentional or not, she applied so much force that my neck ached.
When I tried to pull my head away because I was out of breath and wet,
She tightened her legs and pushed my mouth against her pussy.
This is hard.
Thinking that, I somehow managed to push her legs away once.
“Huuu…”
As oxygen entered my brain, I came to my senses.
Cool air.
I feel like I’ll live.
As energy flowed back to my brain, I was barely able to
Stop Leona as she tried to grab my head with her hands again.
“Wait a moment, Master. I’m struggling.”
“Oh? Are you rebelling?”
“No, that’s not it… Let me rest a little. Let me breathe and then we’ll continue.”
“You said you’d do whatever big sister tells you to? Come on, you can do it?”
When did I say that?
I felt a surge of anger.
I thought it might not be too late to swing at this woman’s head while she was off guard.
Of course, considering this genius’s athletic reflexes,
By the time I tried to run to the workbench to get something to fight back with,
She’d probably trip my legs and make me roll with a thud.
If only my muscular body from sculpting was still intact, would it have been better,
Or since we’re similar in height and strength,
And equally inexperienced in sex, would I still be sitting here sucking pussy?
That’s an interesting topic—
“Stop thinking about other things, put your mouth back quickly. You won’t? Do you need another smack to focus?”
When I first made this woman come, honestly, I felt good too.
Oh. Is it over now? I thought.
When fluid gushed all over my face, it felt a bit awkward
But there was also a subtle sense of satisfaction that I could fulfill my role as a man despite my inexperience.
Our master only goes out drinking and having fun, not visiting brothels,
And while she sexually harasses people regardless of gender, she doesn’t play around with other men, so that felt good too.
But after making her come once,
Before I could even say, “Big sister. Was it good for you?”
When I tried to rest a bit, holding someone’s neck with your legs is too much.
Is my mouth a rag to wipe your pussy or what?
“Keh. Kehup. Cough.”
I kept coughing as another drop of her fluid bounced into the back of my throat.
If I keep doing this, I’ll die.
Making someone suck pussy until they drown isn’t right, I’m not a criminal.
I need to think of a strategy.
Otherwise, I’ll be in tomorrow’s newspaper as someone who drowned on land.
Of course, there are no newspapers here yet. But anyway.
When I raised my eyelids upward, I felt my master looking down at me with an excited expression.
As if she couldn’t contain her pleasure, she raised the corners of her mouth in an inelegant expression.
This makes me angry.
Is your pleasure all that matters?
Of course, I can’t openly get angry.
With our master’s personality, I’d be lucky not to get lectured until I go insane.
Since things have come to this,
The only weapon I can use is…
Looking at the bridge of her nose below her eyes, I slightly lowered my gaze.
Erasing any haughty feeling, desperately, sorrowfully.
And sexily.
With moisture in my eyes, I looked up slightly.
Holding back the feeling of suffocation,
With a faint smile on my lips.
Ah. A man’s pride, what is there to fear?
I need to survive first.
My expression, which would make Puss in Boots cry, seemed to work well,
As Leona slightly lowered the corners of her mouth and asked with a hardened expression.
I wonder if she’s sorry.
“Are you having a hard time?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t like it? Big sister’s pussy? Doesn’t it taste good?”
I simply cannot follow this woman’s thinking.
She has no sense of moderation.
But if I said I don’t like it, I can’t do it, a thunderbolt would fall with a thddeeek!
I didn’t study much for the college entrance exam,
But this feels like solving a 4-point math problem.
“I like it. I like it, so please let me rest a little. We can do more tomorrow, right?”
Leona removed her hand that was pressing the back of my head
And carefully stroked the top of my head.
“…Then let’s do it just one more time. You can do that much, right?”
If my lips are about to burst, shouldn’t she know when to be satisfied?
I stuck out my already numb tongue to show her.
I made an “ah” sound to show her.
I have no sensation in my mouth, like after eating mala tang.
“…You can’t do it?”
Grateful for the mercy finally bestowed, I carefully nodded.
So you understand words. Thank you. Amazing. You’ve grown.
Why am I the disciple and you the master,
Yet I have to watch your growth?
“Big sister wants to do more.”
Cancel what I said about growth.
I feel like I’m going to burst.
Physically.
My mouth, full of her fluids,
Feels like it’s going to swell beyond bursting.
“I’m… sleepy…”
Barely keeping my pronunciation from slurring, I spit out one word at a time.
Leona slowly moved her hand down and put it back in my pants.
As the cold touch brushed against my hot, erect cock,
The coolness felt good.
A moan escaped my mouth at her skillful hand movements.
“Ah. Huuk.”
“Your body doesn’t look sleepy?”
My master grabbed the sensitive spot where the glans meets the shaft with her right finger
And rubbed the tip of the glans with her palm.
I felt precum flowing.
Her claim that she knew exactly where to touch to make a man feel good was no lie.
“Eut…uuk!”
After a few pathetic moans that sounded pitiful even to my own ears,
When she took out her hand,
Her palm was covered in precum.
Leona triumphantly held her palm in front of my face.
“Already so wet, and you say you’re sleepy?”
Apart from feeling good, I found it funny.
That somehow seems like something a man should say to a woman.
Along with a khuhuhu laugh.
With a bonus line like, Your body is honest, you lewd thing!
Though I was too tired to point this out, with my arms limply hanging on the floor
And my mouth full of her juices.
“You. Do you know how much you turn someone on? Like this…”
Saying that, she caressed my mouth
And removed something stuck to my lips, holding it up to my eyes.
It was pubic hair.
From her pussy.
The strand of her pubic hair slowly vibrated with my rapid breathing.
Leona flicked the hair away
And left a kiss on my forehead, which was less dirty.
“Really. So cute…”
That was nice to hear, but
Leona’s arms gave me more pleasure than I could handle.
My vision trembled.
Saliva from my mouth and tears from my eyes washed away the pussy juice already on my face.
“I can’t hold back.”
Saying that, Leona hastily took off her underwear.
Her body, more brilliant than any nude model I’d ever seen,
Certainly had a beauty like classical sculpture.
When she opened her favorite pink outer garment, smooth and large breasts popped out.
On her stomach were thin but clearly visible abs. A devastating and flawless ratio.
A body more beautiful than the Venus de Milo used in drawing practice.
Of course, they say they don’t use that for practice these days…
From the pussy I had just been sucking, brilliant fluid flowed down to her thighs, glistening.
Did I make that?
I was amazed.
It was fascinating to see a small red handprint appear on her thigh where I had touched it,
Only to disappear immediately.
How should I sculpt the texture of that skin?
Could even the finest marble express that feel?
If I sculpted using this woman as a model… could I create an immortal masterpiece?
I was suddenly wide awake, enthralled by her perfect body.
It was my first experience being overwhelmed by a female body.
That must be because I was dazed from sucking pussy for an entire hour.
“See? You’re turned on too. Isn’t big sister pretty? Want to touch? Are you moved?”
Damn. Using that speech pattern with that body is also showing off.
If only she wouldn’t speak. If only she wouldn’t speak.
Leona was literally wild-eyed.
Like a cat seeing fish cake, she rubbed her arms and face all over my body.
When the saliva on her licking tongue felt cold and stretched,
A sticky, hot sensation surrounded my mouth again.
In a situation where I didn’t know whether to say it felt good or bad,
There was only one thing I could say for certain.
“I… can’t breathe.”
Unfortunately, there was definitely a difference in lung capacity.
Having sex with this woman is good, that’s what I’m saying.
But let me keep up with the pace.
I’m supposed to be a man, so shouldn’t I usually take the lead?
Leona pretended not to hear me
And climbed on top of me.
Did I make a mistake?
One thing was certain: whatever I said wouldn’t get through to someone whose eyes were rolling like this.
She was completely excited, not caring that her long hair was disheveled,
Grabbing me and pouring out all kinds of curses.
“You said you liked it. You bastard. Seducing me. You male dog. Dripping all over.”
Hearing these strange curses made me feel odd.
I guess she means female dog.
Even if the genders are reversed,
Using dog as an insult is universal throughout history and across cultures.
Leona made me drop my hands limply to the floor and bent her waist to touch my whole body.
She looked so desperate for my body, I wondered if she was the same stern master from before.
Between her usual arrogant attitude as a Republican artist and citizen
And her current desperate state where she couldn’t play with me like a toy,
Which one was her true nature?
I suddenly thought they might not be different.
Of course, it’s not important.
What’s important is to put a wedge into this woman who has lost her mind and is licking my saliva as if it were milk in a bowl.
“I like it… I like you, Master.”
I wanted to use various words, but
Having never written a love letter,
I couldn’t use flowery language.
But it seems to have worked well on our master.
Half her face was filled with pleasure and conquest, the other half with ecstasy,
As she split one side of her mouth in a wide grin.
She sat naked on top of me
Showering me with a final kiss
And rubbing her pussy against my cock.
Could words I didn’t mean be that good?
She laid me on the floor, rubbed against me,
Aligned my erect cock with her pussy, and took a position that crushed me beneath her.
The so-called woman-on-top. Cowgirl.
I thought I would be on top,
But even that has changed strangely.
“Sorry. I’ll do it here. You can bear your back hurting, right?”
As I was relaxing my body and following Leona’s lead,
I suddenly came to my senses.
No, the workshop floor isn’t right.
“…Let’s go to the bed.”
“I can’t wait any longer. The bed is on the first floor.”
Is going down the stairs that difficult?
I’ve never had sex before, but
I felt there must be a reason for what this woman was mentioning.
Like, doing it on the floor would destroy your back.
She rubbed my glans against the outer lips of her pussy
As if waiting for the right moment
To swallow my cock.
“…I asked you not to hurt me.”
“You said you liked it. Bear with it.”
“This doesn’t seem right—”
Leona removed her left hand from my shoulder
And blocked my lips with her index finger.
“You don’t seem to understand.”
She said this
Just before lowering her hips.
“Until big sister is satisfied, you can’t sleep.”