The Mona Lisa Pounced On Me

Chapter 9 – You’re the One Who Wagged Your Tail First

Let me express this in a lighthearted way.

There’s a saying about ‘obligatory defense.’

You know, like those jokes about how the sound of your wife showering is the scariest thing in the world.

When you’re young, you think it won’t happen to you,

But once you become a married man, everyone gives that bitter smile. That kind of story.

I never imagined that I would experience such a thing at the age of twenty.

Leona tapped the re-erected penis with her fingertips and said,

‘I thought you said it wouldn’t get hard. Hmm?’

But no matter how much I tried to find humor in the situation,

Leona’s smiling expression

was definitely terrifying.

It’s not just the fear of being dominated.

This isn’t just about giving in once and being done with it.

It’s not like husbands getting beaten or choked by their wives is common, right?

And what’s scary about our master is—

‘Did you just lie to me?’

‘N-no.’

‘Then what? What were you thinking? It works when I do this, doesn’t it?’

She rubbed the trembling glans.

With the broad part of her thumb, stimulating the back of my erect penis.

The forcibly raised tip of my groin

throbbed with pleasure.

My friend of twenty years

now felt only resentful.

I tried desperately to appeal to whatever maternal instinct she might possess.

I shortened my speech, whimpering. Eyes looking up.

‘It’s…too…hard…’

‘What have I always told you? If something doesn’t work, you have to make it work. Right?’

Oh my goodness. Please.

I never thought there would be a madman who would act like this during sex.

‘I want to rest. Let me… rest. Just a little.’

‘Did I tell you to complain, or not to complain?’

Feeling like I was about to completely lose it if I heard any more, I tried to turn my body away

But I felt her slightly changing the angle of her finger on the tip of my penis, threatening to raise her fingernail.

With that subtle gesture, my body involuntarily straightened up with a jolt.

‘Oh. Ah…’

‘You. Can’t escape. You’re mine. This penis. Your body from the top of your head to the tip of your penis. Every bit of it, without exception.’

I was about to cry.

A desire to make this woman cry somehow kept growing in my chest.

Whether by having sex, or by creating a masterpiece that even she would have to acknowledge.

I want to make her mouth hang wide open.

Seeing her wipe off someone else’s semen on her hand as if it’s dirty,

Yet watching her attitude of making me lick up all of her vaginal fluids without leaving any behind really makes me angry.

There are two ways to keep this woman’s mouth from closing.

One is to shove my cock into her arrogant throat and release my cum.

Second is to create a masterpiece of a lifetime that makes her jaw drop.

Let’s try either method.

Until then, whether I’m being milked or having my cum squeezed out,

I will endure it no matter what.

Thinking that way, my mind became much calmer.

Even if she’s my teacher, a mere woman can’t do anything to me.

So it’s fine to show this kind of attitude.

Whimper.

‘Gently, you said you’d be gentle…’

Seeing my childlike attitude, Leona brought her mouth back to my cock as if finding me cute.

‘That’s what you said. I never said such a thing.’

The hot breath from her nose enveloped my cock.

‘Ah…huh. S-stop…’

She was observing my reactions while sucking on a cock for the first time.

How I twitched when she slightly touched the urethra. What happened when she licked the part where the glans meets the shaft with her tongue.

Whether the back of my cock, the part connecting to the foreskin, was an erogenous zone.

She tested her self-made hypotheses directly with the tip of her tongue,

Then, finding the most sensitive method, she wrapped her rough tongue around my cock several times.

She was surprisingly quick to learn all the procedures.

Is a genius also a master at learning fellatio?

As I writhed under her tongue movements, it didn’t take long for the feeling of climax to rise.

When my balls began to feel heavy, she removed her mouth and said,

‘Coming already? Feel like cumming again? You’re so lewd. If you flirted first, you should take responsibility, right?’

I gritted my teeth.

It makes my blood boil when she openly treats me like a baby.

But the stimulation felt from my rigidly erect cock was more intense.

‘Okay. I get it. Just… wait.’

It was definitely my cock,

But I never imagined such hellishly dark and intense pleasure could be felt.

I should have masturbated more.

I don’t regret the time I spent practicing sculpture, considering even sleep was a waste of time,

But I do feel a little regret now.

Regret, huh.

I felt strange with an emotion I had never felt before.

I’ll give this woman a taste of her own medicine.

Or die trying.

Leona stared at me as I gasped for breath after my consecutive ejaculations.

She stroked her long hair, disheveled from sucking my cock,

and with a somewhat sad expression, said,

‘You only think about yourself.’

Hey. You shouldn’t be the one saying that.

It was a line I had thought about hundreds of times since falling into this world.

As always, I swallowed my saliva and my anger went down with it.

Like something stuck in my throat, very slowly.

She lifted my limp arms above my head, holding them with one hand,

and lightly mounted me, preparing for a second insertion.

Without giving me even the slightest break.

While she sucked my cock at will,

the sight of my white semen oozing from her tightly closed pussy was incredibly erotic.

‘I haven’t even started yet, sister. Why are you struggling? Hmm?’

Her pussy, pink like the clothes Leona liked to wear,

was slightly heated along with her skin.

As I rubbed my cock against her tightly closed entrance, moans escaped my mouth again.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

‘Stop. Stop. I give up. I surrender… Wait. Wait… Just 30 minutes. Please. Please.’

I felt like I would lose my mind if I had to endure more sex right now.

If only my first experience hadn’t been with Leona,

I would have been perfectly capable of normally fucking and making women cry out.

I was afraid that if I stayed underneath this woman even a little longer,

even that last shred of pride would be completely stripped away.

I’m a man, you fucking bitch.

But there was no way to prevent Leona from suddenly overlapping

her naked body on top of my lower half.

‘Alright. Not 30 minutes, but 10 minutes. Okay?’

She rubbed her pussy lips against my cock as if in anticipation.

The edge of her closed pussy opened slightly, teasing my cock.

‘5 minutes. Just 5 minutes of rest. Really…’

My teacher grabbed my erect cock with her hand, aligned it with her pussy,

and before lowering her hips again,

she slowly stroked my head again.

Parting my lips covered in pussy juice,

wetting my sweaty cheeks with her hand,

‘Because I’m nice, I’ll tell you this. Just once, try thinking in reverse.’

What, how?

‘There was this girl who lived with me for a month and just let me touch her body. She complained every time but never said no.’

You crazy woman. You said no every time you opened your mouth.

What have you been hearing all this time?

‘But today she suddenly flirts like crazy. She even let me put it in for the first time.’

I get it, but could you speak with a bit more class?

With all the good words available, your way of speaking is really something.

‘After this, you think I could stop at just once? You wouldn’t understand. Because you’re a man.’

My thoughts stopped.

That’s actually quite convincing?

Like how if you don’t fulfill your defensive duties, the next day’s meal turns into a field of grass

Fighting about whether to go to a motel after a date is certainly commonplace.

And as a man, I should know this better.

Thinking that way, since I made the first move, the responsibility…

‘Why are you making that face like you understand something?’

Saying that, without waiting for my answer

My mentor swallowed my cock with her lower body.

Her snow-white skin, flushed with lust, shone obscenely.

Movements mechanically thrusting her pussy, without any trace of connection or consideration.

No respect whatsoever for my pelvis, which had to bear her weight.

After rocking her body a few times, my mentor arched her back,

And stretching her neck upward as if unable to contain her pleasure, she said:

‘Your dick. Really. Uh…huh. It feels like I’m flying…ugh.’

Only when I saw her shaking her hips like a monkey did I realize.

We’re not even married. We’re not even dating.

Yet she’s trying to make me feel guilty.

What a strange trick to pull.

While my body was filled with pleasure, my head grew coldly clear.

‘How can a dick, hnngh. A human body… fit so perfectly… in a pussy?’

Whether or not our mentor was spouting ridiculous sentiments

My body was forcibly heated up following her lead.

My cold head suddenly became hot.

Leona firmly interlocked her fingers between mine.

A subtle sense of unity.

When she raised our tightly joined hands and thrust them down from above

I hate feeling that it feels good.

Panting, Leona spoke again.

‘Really. It feels like I’m floating. You’re big sister’s now. You know. It feels. So good.’

To take those words literally

The hard wooden floor of the studio was still cold.

Would it have been a good confession to make in bed?

Judging by my still-tingling neck, probably not.

Without experiencing the unpleasant sensation of having your neck squeezed by a woman’s hands,

this humiliation is unforgettable.

‘Say it too. Say you’re about to come. Say you love me. Quickly.’

‘…I like you.’

Vowing to someday reverse our positions,

I shot an arrow into my teacher’s heart.

When cutting a large stone used for sculpting, you don’t carve it all at once.

You draw a finishing line, drill a small gap, and insert a tiny wedge.

Then when you strike it with a chisel, a crack forms with a snap.

Offering my body to this woman today is that first wedge.

Someday I’ll create an immortal masterpiece with you as the model.

As I was thinking this,

she drove down on my waist again.

Her impossibly tight pussy squeezed my cock one last time.

Suck it all you want.

I won’t get used to this pleasure anyway.

‘Ugh. Haah. Ungh!’

I couldn’t tell if those moaning sounds were mine or my teacher’s.

After all, both she and I were wildly moving our hips.

As my semen traveled through my urethra and into her pussy once more,

strength drained from my entire body,

and my eyes closed.

Glancing briefly out the window,

there was no tender sunset, only the pitch-black night filling the view.

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‘…Are you awake?’

My eyes opened.

Leona was caressing my cheek.

My eyelids felt as heavy as the stone hammer I first heard about in school.

‘That’s twice you’ve passed out after sex. You’re weak. So weak.’

I raised my stiff arm and lightly brushed away the hand touching my right cheek.

My forehead ached, and my vision flickered.

Worried I might have bruises on my arms, I looked down

and saw the soft bed beneath me.

A fur mattress.

Though it contained feathers rather than springs,

it was far too comfortable for my exhausted body compared to lying on the bare floor.

The place where I sleep with my teacher. The first floor.

It might sound funny to say a man and woman slept together

But it’s common for a master and apprentice to share the same sleeping quarters.

‘Since you’re awake, shall we do more?’

Good heavens.

Is there no end to this?

Leona was licking my ear

While stroking my cock back to hardness.

‘Ugh… ungh…’

My body trembled.

I had no idea how many hours had passed.

Normally, this would be more than enough time to sleep.

Ordinary people sleep when the sun sets and wake when it rises.

Artists and merchants like my master maintain strict time discipline.

And I, the apprentice caught in between, am the only one suffering.

My eyes flickered with unbearable drowsiness.

The wet sensation of a tongue on my ear and cheek, the touch of hands on my cock

All meaningless in the face of the monster called sleep…

‘Don’t sleep. Wake up.’

I forgot something scarier than sleep.

I turned my body abruptly to face Leona, who had her arms wrapped around my shoulders

She looked down at me with pitying eyes.

Don’t make that expression. It’s annoying.

‘Can’t do it?’

‘…No.’

‘Alright. Rest then.’

I blinked in surprise at this unexpected response.

‘Why, you wanted to rest, right? I’ll give you time. The night is long anyway.’

I’m tearfully grateful. Really.

In the end, she still means to continue later.

Still, I’m touched that she can consider others.

‘Hey. Before you rest, do me one errand. Bring me my notebook. My idea notebook.’

This bitch.

She’s deep in her sage time—or would it be saint time in this world?—

While just counting the number of carvings at the head of the bed.

‘Aren’t you going to move? Should we just do it one more time?’

‘…I’m going, okay?’

I raised my creaking body from the creaking bed.

At least I don’t have to look at this woman’s face.

That notebook must be in the workshop.

It’s probably among the items that fell from the desk when she first pounced on me.

While climbing the stairs, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

How did she bring me to the first floor while I was sleeping?

She wouldn’t have dragged me, so did she carry me down in her arms?

I don’t want to know.

It’s humiliating just to imagine it.

I searched through the mess of belongings to find my notebook

Then walked down with heavy steps and respectfully presented it to her.

I didn’t want to come back, but I couldn’t refuse the soft bed.

I carefully positioned myself on one side of the bed, as far away from Leona as possible,

Curling up my limbs, cautiously settling in to close my eyes

When she taunted me.

‘Why are you so sulky and turning your back after enjoying being eaten up?’

She spoke to me while scribbling something in her notebook.

‘Big sister’s dream is to fly in the sky.’

I’m going to sleep.

‘But when you really let go, it feels like floating away, you know?’

I’m dead tired and don’t want to hear anyone’s lecture about orgasms.

‘Your posture is good. Yes. Lying face down feels exactly like this…’

The master deliberately thrust a sketch consisting of just a few lines in front of my eyes.

A figure of a person crouched down, lying on their stomach, looking ahead.

What is this?

‘If I just add wings here, and a cute wagging tail like yours from earlier. I think it might work well…riding the wind. Flying. Like sex.’

Well. It’s difficult to imagine a glider when there are only a few lines drawn.

‘I don’t know. I want to sleep.’

‘Just rest until I finish drawing this. We’ll go another round later.’

As she said this, the master

Continued to perfect her sketch while my semen dripped from her vagina.

I’ll have to clean up what’s stained the bedsheet.

This is how this person always behaves.

Once she does one thing, she claims to have another good idea and gets absorbed in something else.

Whether she would be rocking her hips on top of me when I opened my eyes a little later

Or truly be tinkering with tools in her studio was anyone’s guess.

As the scratching sound of the pencil reached my ears

I unconsciously began to drift off to sleep.

Whatever sketch she completed

Would never reach my already sleeping eyes.