NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 8 - Lying on That Floor
Chapter 8 – Lying on That Floor
“Mmm. Ah. Mmph. So good!”
The woman’s high-pitched moans filled the studio.
Unlike the quickly dissipating sounds, the heavy scent of flesh lingered.
Lying naked on the floor in my natural state,
I gazed at the sunset outside the window.
The sky reflected transparently on her face, wet with her fluids.
As the pounding heart, pain, and all emotions subsided,
I felt myself lying beneath my master as she rocked her hips.
Clouds drifted through the sunset, redder than Leona’s hair.
Lewd sounds came from her vagina.
And from her mouth.
“Does it feel good? You fucking bastard. Feel good? Fuck… so this is sex. It’s really, damn good… mmm. Right there…”
So she was a virgin.
The fleeting thought crossed my mind that in this world, male virginity was more valuable than female virginity,
but the fact remained that the floor was an uncomfortable place to lie.
Fortunately, no mishaps occurred where her brute strength broke my waist.
Though my back probably got some bruises.
I was curious how at her age she had touched others yet remained a virgin herself,
but if I mentioned it, she might thrash about and truly fold my waist in half,
so I kept my mouth firmly shut.
No, before that, I didn’t have the strength to respond.
Because it felt good.
They say first experiences are supposed to end quickly,
but our master with her monstrous stamina,
despite her own inexperience, led me sufficiently.
A woman who suddenly runs outside while drawing and fiddles with machines all night
would naturally be like that.
It’s certainly good to experience sex with prolonged pleasure.
But this was excessive.
My lower body tingled with pleasure incomparable to masturbation.
A woman’s vagina felt by a penis for the first time—my master’s flesh was warm.
Warm, and tight.
A virgin’s vagina
conveyed greed, as if it would devour the penis it swallowed for the first time without leaving a trace.
As if the penis would completely melt inside.
“Does it feel good? I asked if it feels good. Hm? Answer me.”
I don’t know why, but my master kept asking if it felt good.
Are all women in this world like this?
I must satisfy the man. I must be satisfied too.
Maybe such thoughts were lodged in her mind.
“Ah. Mngh. Yes. So please… please live.”
“Moving your hips like this, what a lewd bastard. You slut!”
Leona, like in an adult video,
as men thrust with their hips, pressed her face against mine
and pounded her hips up and down.
As she said, I moved my hips too.
No, my hips moved up and down on their own.
Because it felt good.
The flesh of her vagina tightly squeezing the tip of my penis tickled the glans
and the bumpy ridges inside stimulated the shaft.
Pathetic sounds endlessly flowed from my mouth. So unmanly.
“Nngh. Kuh. Mmph!”
Before I could feel embarrassment,
the sound of soft vaginal flesh colliding with my groin invaded my ears.
Like the crisp sound of a hammer striking a chisel.
In the midst of maddening pleasure, I grabbed my messy hair with both hands, but
“Ah. Really. This is why men are men… so fucking hot… hey. Don’t cover your face.”
With those words, Leona removed my hands from my head.
What is this woman thinking?
Is a woman’s sexual desire originally this endless?
I’ve rubbed against a woman’s vagina before, but is a woman who’s never had sex with a man still a virgin?
I probably thought so, but before I could think further, she swallowed my penis with her vagina.
The height difference of a whole head
made me feel like I was her sex doll.
A sex doll with a penis.
It didn’t take long to ejaculate.
No, my whole body trembled and went limp.
“Hey… mmph. Don’t cum. Hold it a little longer… ah. I said hold it. Hold it!”
“Can’t… can’t, hold it…”
The feeling of ejaculation is not something easily held back.
Especially with a crazy woman on top of your waist
who rotates her hips at a speed similar to the RPM of a grinder used for stone sculpture,
enough to break your pelvis.
Be gentle. You fucking bitch.
I was going to make her cum, but now I’m becoming the female.
Or would it be the male in this case?
“Stop. Stop it. I… ah. Haaah.”
Finally, when my pronunciation began to slur and sweat started pouring from my face and eyes,
she regretfully pulled out her vagina.
With a small pop sound, and as the sticky vagina withdrew,
my tense penis sprang out.
Exposed to the cold outside air, my penis felt like it would ejaculate without being touched.
As I breathed heavily, she looked at me with a disappointed expression,
and with a flushed face, while fiddling with my shoulder, she spat out:
“Haa… haa… you couldn’t even hold that?”
What?
Without the energy to answer, while catching my breath,
in a voice as breathless as mine, that speech of hers unfolded.
“Whew… is this how you’d get married? What kind of man finishes first?”
You…
This is driving me crazy.
Is that what you say after slamming someone to the floor?
Or what, should I be grateful she didn’t say men these days have no endurance?
“I haven’t cum yet. Next time, hold it until I finish. If you cum before then, you’ll see. I’m warning you.”
I gulped.
Could I endure it?
It’s okay.
This woman is struggling too. I can win.
See. She’s panting. Like me.
Somehow…
As I closed my eyes tightly to prepare mentally,
I felt as if Leona was snickering.
Before I could open my eyes to confirm,
“Ugh!”
She slammed her hips down with a force incomparable to before.
The desire to swallow a virgin penis to the root struck my groin.
When I felt something, perhaps her cervix, touch the very tip of my glans,
my eyes snapped open, and Leona was smiling broadly while moving her hips domineeringly.
With a smile that said she’d caught me.
“What? Feel better when I’m going easy on you?”
I didn’t want to admit that women lack stamina
and gritted my teeth, not wanting to lose at any cost.
“This dick. It’s mine. From now on, when I tell you, strip anywhere. Pants or underwear, take it all off and get hard. Got it?”
Leona shouted that right in my ear.
At the top of her lungs.
My penis already sensitized.
Fully engaged with the walls of her vaginal flesh
and tempered by the stimulus of the cold outside air,
my penis soon reached the end of its resistance.
I tried to tightly clench both fists, stomach, buttocks, no, my entire lower body to somehow prevent the ejaculation,
but soon my lower abdomen trembled all over as if about to ejaculate.
The climax I was tasting for the first time felt good.
The feeling of everything turning white before my eyes.
The sensation of all the sperm in my testicles shooting out.
“Ah. Ung. Ugh.”
With a short moan escaping my lips, my whole body convulsed.
As an amount of semen incomparable to masturbation poured into her womb,
“Swallow.”
I heard her say.
Before I could wonder what she wanted me to swallow,
Leona put her left index and middle fingers into my mouth.
Like soldiers breaking through a gate, the two fingers invaded my forcibly opened mouth.
I wanted to spit them out, but she firmly held my tongue root and jaw.
“Suck. Deeper.”
Leona said that while pushing her slippery waist,
and fulfilled her lust while firmly fixing me to the floor.
Is this what it feels like to be drilled alive?
She inserted her fingers as deeply into me
as I ejaculated inside her.
The feeling of long, slender fingers going deep into my throat, like long noodles getting caught.
In reality, it was just one or two finger joints, but the sensitive inside of my mouth perceived it as impossibly long.
The ejaculation lasted only a few seconds, but my body felt it as an eternity.
She quickly withdrew her fingers before I could gag,
so it must have been a very short time.
As focus returned to my dazed eyes, I saw her pulling up her lower abdomen.
Her vagina, without a single wing, was greedily closed tight, as if not to spill a single drop of semen.
Was it due to viscosity? Or because I ejaculated so deeply?
When I blinked again, somehow her vagina was pushed right in front of my face.
“You came first?”
Hearing the sound in my ear, I came to my senses.
This was… the studio.
“I warned you, didn’t I?”
What, what warning?
Before I could organize my thoughts, a new stimulation touched my glans right after ejaculation.
Leona’s fingertips.
The soft hand touched the sticky tip of my penis.
“They say men become sensitive after ejaculating.”
As her fingertips lightly traced from the glans to the shaft, over the sensitive spot,
a current ran up my spine from my groin to my head.
I almost bit my tongue.
My deadpan face, chest, my whole body convulsed.
“It’s true.”
Damn. Is my body strange? Or is this normal?
Whether sex is originally this pleasurable,
or this woman’s technique is seductive and ecstatic,
or alternatively, men’s bodies in this strange world are naturally more sensitive.
The thought that I’d missed half of life’s experiences flashed through my mind,
and as I closed my eyes and collapsed in place,
“Whooo-“
The hot breath Leona blew onto my glans
again sent shivers through my entire body.
“S-stop.”
Yes. I lost. Damn it.
We may both be inexperienced, but this is something else.
Admitting defeat is unpleasant.
I feel like I won’t be able to forget today.
First time having sex. First time losing to a woman in a face-off.
Falling into a strange world, experiencing things I never imagined.
“What do you mean, stop? Get hard.”
Ha.
Even if you act all cocky, I can’t help it because I’m inadequate.
“Heh. Heh hi ho.”
Damn it.
My whole body was relaxed, so my pronunciation was completely off.
While Leona looked at me as if I were cute, I swallowed, cleared my throat, and said,
“Listen, Master,”
“Whaaat?”
Leona deliberately using an irritating tone, dragging out the end of her words.
I’d feel better if I could slap her once.
“Hm. Master, you don’t know because you’re a woman, but usually men need to rest a bit after doing it once, you know?”
“That’s your problem.”
It’s absurd to deliberately not get an erection for a world-class beauty,
but I closed my eyes and thought only good thoughts inside.
Having sex with this woman twice would likely send me somewhere.
“So, you can’t get it up?”
I didn’t answer and pretended to fall asleep.
Ah. Miserable. My miserable fate.
It wouldn’t be bad to build up experience and break this damn woman’s pride.
…But I have no one to have sex with. I wish I had dated in my original world.
While I lay motionless, I heard Leona quietly mutter,
“I’d rather not get dirty…”
Wondering if she was about to slap me, my whole body stiffened.
Really? Is that what you do to your beloved disciple? Beat them after thoroughly fucking them?
Whether she sneered at my obviously fake sleeping with tightly closed eyes,
I couldn’t tell.
“Mmm…”
With my eyes tightly shut, a moan escaped at the sensation from my lower body.
I felt Leona wiping away the fluids on my glans with her hand.
The tip of my penis twitched.
“Well. The more urgent, the more you must go slowly. Festina lente.”
She said that and
slightly opened her mouth, and engulfed my post-ejaculation glans with an “ahm.”
“Ungh.Ah!”
A moan that was hard to tell if it was one syllable or two flowed from my mouth, and my eyes opened again.
She carefully cleaned the liquid flowing from my penis with her tongue
and stimulated the urethral opening with the pointed tip of her tongue.
“Kuh. Hm.”
My breath was blocked tight.
Unable to just grab my head, I pushed away Leona’s bright red hair with both hands,
but she had no intention of leaving my lower body.
Ah. So this is a blowjob.
Before I could even think that, my vision, which had turned white,
now sparkled black.
As the mouth-pussy, more pleasurable than what I’d just experienced, swallowed my entire penis,
a helpless moan flowed from my mouth.
The words “stop it” changed into strange mumbling before they could leave my mouth.
The thought that the sex we had until now was rough was all wrong.
The will to make my penis erect no matter what,
and to scrape out the last drop of the already empty semen inside
was the most violent desire in the world.
The smooth yet rough tongue wrapped around my glans several times.
The plump lips pleasurably stimulated the base of my cock.
An irresistible violence, no, pleasure.
It feels good. Sweet.
But not the sweetness that pleasurably disperses in my mouth,
rather like the feeling of forcibly eating a large chocolate cake until my stomach bursts.
How many first-time experiences am I having in just one day?
When Leona finally removed her mouth after what felt like an eternity,
I had the illusion of steam rising.
From her aroused vagina.
From her lewdly smiling mouth.
And from my already re-erected penis.
“It’s up?”