Chapter 159 – 29. It’s Not Sex (6)
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Tongue.
Probably the softest part of the human body that is exposed on the outside.
That’s next to my nipple,
Below the chest,
Next to the belly button,
Below the navigation,
… On the claw,
And,
In a really, really shameful place,
They arrive one after another.
“… , … ! … …”
1 minute?
5 minutes?
Maybe 1 hour?
I’m not sure, but it was clear that quite some time had passed since I stopped talking to the teacher.
… No,
It had to be that way.
It’s not like scolding the peeled clit with your fingers,
It is not like sticking your longest middle finger all the way to the root and scratching the vaginal wall,
At most, the teacher just licked it gently with his tongue
Because I climax so much that it can’t even be compared to when I usually masturbate alone.
Even though the clock on the wall kindly tells me that 3 minutes have passed, I swallow my groans, believing that 1 hour and 3 minutes have passed.
… Oh, of course
Every time the teacher’s tongue slowly brushes the side of her clit,
Spilling out my love juices on a bed without even a single towel,
There is no way to hide it at all.
“Ugh…”
Is it because it went away every time the teacher licked it?
From a little while ago until now, only around Klee,
Instead of caring the clit directly like the first time, the teacher, who had only gently licked the area around the clit, carefully licked my lower abdomen.
This is already the fifth time.
Is it the teacher’s saliva seeing out from the salivary glands,
… Is it my love that has been poured out in a shallow manner?
I wiped the unidentified slippery liquid onto my lower abdomen,
He took a deep breath and lightly kissed my body.
A kiss that was just a formality without even making a sound like that.
From my lower abdomen to my thighs,
Look into my eyes for a moment,
From thighs to lower abdomen,
From the lower abdomen back down to the vagina,
A kiss that just touches your lips gently without making a sound.
… After that, I have learned through my own body that my clit will be licked again,
What can I say,
With my eyes wide open,
Without saying anything,
I put the back of my hand on my lips.
… Moaning.
It would be embarrassing if it leaked.
It seems a bit pervert.
“… Teacher…”
For these three minutes,
No, no,
Even if the sound was heard for the past 1 hour and 3 minutes, at best it was only an intermittent, muddy sound.
Even that isn’t particularly loud, just enough to tell that the teacher is carefully licking something,
Every time that sound passes through my eardrums, my heart starts pounding and I feel like I’m going crazy.
… Maybe this,
Could it be that he is being caressed by his teacher?
I keep thinking that way.
After the caress is over, it’s usually sex… Doesn’t it lead to this?
I keep thinking that way.
If the teacher pushes his dick in like this,
I wonder if I can properly refuse.
I keep thinking that way.
I dirty the bed once again with a sorry delusion that I can never tell the teacher about… , Higo,
I let out a groan under the back of my hand where my lips were covered,
Ignoring the rules, I twitch and shake her thighs that are caught by her.
More than when I usually fall into the afterglow after masturbating,
Much better.
Much longer.
Much more,
Like a pervert.
“Teacher… , Tsk… , Teacher…”
“Say it. I’m listening.”
“Wait a minute… , Please let me rest for just one minute…”
“… Why are you taking a break? We haven’t done anything yet.”
“Yes… ? What do you mean…Repugnant…”
I didn’t do anything.
Kiss me without permission,
Spreading my thighs apart without permission,
While licking my clit without permission,
What on earth do you mean by doing nothing?
All the sounds that come up one by one are suppressed by the most vulgar moaning and disappear.
… Because of the teacher who held my thighs tightly.
You’ve been teasing me a lot so far,
Because of the teacher who started licking the clitoris with care.
Please stop licking, I feel like I’m going crazy, instead of talking, I try to close my thighs first,
With my thighs being pinned more strongly, as if telling me not to resist,
In my throat, my voice was starting to crack,
Until a not-so-pretty moan comes out,
Again and again,
Again and again.
A pleasure that I have never experienced on my own,
It’s stuck deep in my head, as if it’s engraved in my head.
“… I was just looking at your body like I promised, Su-ya.”
“Hehe… Hehe…”
“Like you said, I didn’t even touch you… I didn’t even have sex.”
“Just sex… Haha… , Didn’t we just have sex… ! Lots of touching and kissing… “
It can’t go on like this.
If I keep being swayed, I’ll end up having sex with the teacher. It’s obvious.
After coming to her senses from the sense of crisis that flooded her mind like a bright red siren, she distanced herself from the teacher.
… Well,
But in the end, it’s on the bed… ,
Like this.
“… Kiss, Phop… Teacher, kiss,… Eup… , … Don’t do it…”
Crowded to the end of the bed, as if being hunted,
As if he was pressing me against the wall, I was holding the wrist of the teacher who was kissing me like an animal,
I’m swallowing a lot of my love juice left in the teacher’s mouth.
“Whew… You said you wanted to exclude it from the rules earlier. Kiss.”
“Well, I’m not saying I want to take it out of the rules… ! … Ah, anyway, the teacher added it back in…”
“Oh, there was something I wanted to see.”
“… “What do you want to see?”
“You really like kissing… , … I was wondering what kind of expression you would make if I said I wouldn’t do it first.”
“Joe, do you like…” ” ? Me, yo… ?”
Do you like it?
A kiss?
Me?
I stuttered for a while because of words I didn’t understand.
I wiped off the slipperiness of my lips with my tongue as usual with the back of my hand, and said, pressing the pillow that was right next to my teacher’s lips.
“… I never liked kissing.”
“…”
… But.
“Why, why are you smiling…”
“…”
I’m sure he said it as firmly as possible.
All that can be seen above the fluffy pillow is the teacher’s eyes that start to smile as if it’s funny.
… Is it because of that?
Suddenly,
My cheeks suddenly got really hot.
The teacher took my pillow away while I was panicking,
It started coming closer to me again.
That too,
Just a little while ago, you pushed me against the wall and kissed me,
In the same posture.
“Then don’t just keep your hands on my body, push them away properly, you idiot.”
“…I’ve never done that…, I haven’t… I pushed it properly…”
The teacher’s shadow falls on my white body, which is tilted backwards.
Like a child coloring the background with crayons.
Slowly.
Slowly.
From soft toes,
Knees tightly closed because I don’t want to show my wet and embarrassing area,
… Milk-colored breasts that are gently crushed by the slightly pulled thighs.
Painting it all with the teacher’s black shadow,
Slowly.
“You need to at least put some strength into your hands. What if I just hold it still?”
“… What should I do if it doesn’t move even when I apply force…”
“There’s no way I’m stronger than you, a mutant.”
“…”
“Sword God… No, what if the lion is weaker than me, a healing type?”
The teacher came right in front of my lips and stopped in place.
So that I can kiss you anytime.
No, rather, you can push whenever you want.
No, rather, like giving me a chance to choose before kissing.
Make eye contact with me from a really, really close place.
The teacher who looked at me quietly for about 10 seconds,
Just like you kissed my thigh a little while ago,
On your lips,
Lips,
He only gently touched his lips her her her her.
“…”
It’s not like a kiss… Feeling like something is lacking.
As she remained stiff in that state, the teacher dropped her lips for a moment and continued kissing her again.
Our lips touch,
After spending some time,
Falling.
… Wipe your lips with the back of your hand as a sign of uncleanness,
After holding down my wrist that had just moved,
Kiss me very, very gently,
Drop your lips.
Without pressing me down to suppress,
They don’t even move their tongues as if they want to swallow it,
I don’t even lick my lips with the tip of my tongue.
Just now, as if he was trying to eat me, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me sloppyly with his tongue,
For some reason, it feels very dry and fresh now.
“…”
Is that why?
Something… I feel strange.
Feeling frustrated and slightly annoyed,
A slightly strange feeling fills my head.
Even the teacher I knew.
Even the teacher in my shameful delusions.
I guess it’s because I’m not the type of person who likes kisses like this.
… What am I?
There was nothing like kissing in the first place…
…
Because I don’t particularly like it.
It doesn’t matter.
“… Well, what are you doing…”
“Well.”
“…”
“Suah, what do you think?”
It’s a kiss.
It’s a kiss, we just didn’t mix our tongues like we usually do.
A simple answer with nothing difficult.
However, the voice that comes out of the back of my throat doesn’t come out, as if it’s blocked by something.
I don’t know why.
You just have to say whatever comes to mind.
If you stay silent and don’t speak,
I’m not following the ‘no kissing’ rule at all,
They will mix their tongues even more blatantly,
In the end, a lot of unfortunate things might happen to Yozora.
It’s not easy to say the simple and short words, “It’s a kiss.”
However, you shouldn’t skip everything.
I bit my lower lip so hard that it turned white.
“Ki…Suyo.”
“… Really?”
A word spit out while gulping and swallowing.
As soon as it was over, the teacher’s hand touched the back of my hand, which was resting on the bed.
And.
“… Peuup, tsk…”
Not like the fresh kiss we just had,
The kiss I knew,
Well done.
… I get hit.
“Ugh… P, huh… Eup…”
Our lips touched very, very kindly, but instead of falling apart,
The obscene, obscene sound of tongues intertwining with each other,
The sound of heavy breathing that can be heard every time you leave your lips for a moment,
“… . Town…”
It is impossible to block your ears and not hear,
From the inside of my ear,
Noisily.
A kiss that resonates for a long time,
I get hit.
“… Then this isn’t a kiss?”
“Ha…Ha…”
The teacher’s voice was heard when my breath was mixed and I was losing my mind.
Of course, I tried to give the answer I had in mind,
… Unfortunately, I,
There was no answer.
“…”
Because of breathing.
Key with the teacher… ,
… For the entire 30 seconds, with a brief pause in saliva sharing,
Because of breathing.
“Oh, and… Suya?”
“… Why, why…”
“Would you like to give me your hand?”
“… Why is my hand suddenly… ,… Ah…”
“I didn’t forbid you from touching my body.”
“…”
“… Don’t try to hold it with too much force.”
“… Are you going to leave satisfied with this?”
“Well, I… I hope you’re satisfied too.”
“…I’m done…”
I couldn’t give a proper answer.
