"D-does it feel good?"
Natsuki's voice trembles slightly, her hands gliding smoother as she finds her groove.
I lean back against the bathroom stall, the cold metal biting into my spine. Honestly, compared to a regular blowjob, this boob job isn't much. Sure, her soft breasts press tightly around me, warm and giving, but it's a faint tease next to the wet heat of a mouth—the suction, the slick grip, that filthy, drool-smeared look she'll get. This titjob? It's weak.
In my old life, I'd seen it done right in videos—lotion making everything glide like a dream. No lotion here, though. Time to improvise.
"Natsuki," I say, catching her eye.
She looks up, blonde ponytail swaying. "What is it this time?"
"Try drooling on it."
Her hands freeze, my cock still framed by her breasts. Shit, did I go too far?
"…Repeat that," she says, her voice flat.
I smirk, tapping myself. "Come on, I'm losing steam. Just try it—see if it works."
"Say it again, you pervert." Her tone's sharp, with no mercy in sight.
"Well," I start, switching to logic, "it's rough when our skin rubs like that. The tip's sensitive."
Her gaze drops, softening. "Oh, your glans? I'm sorry—does it hurt?"
"Glans, huh? Fancy word."
Her eyes narrow, that haughty spark flaring back. "Shut up! They teach us in girls-only classes…"
Right. Sex ed's a thing here too, but with men outnumbered thirty-to-one, I bet those lessons are wild.
"Does it still hurt?" she asks, worry creeping in. "Is it swollen?"
"No disdain now, huh? Take a look."
"Okay, fine."
She ditches the titjob, leaning close to inspect me—above, below, sideways. Her face is all business, not a hint of seduction. It's surreal. It's sweet that she cares, but the intensity throws me off.
"Hey," she frowns, "we're not doing this if it hurts. Let's ditch the hitjob, okay?"
"Titjob," I correct, grinning.
She sighs. "…Let's stop, okay?"
There's that fussing side of her. But I'm not done. Dry, it's meh—wet, though? That'll be gold.
"Discussion's over," I declare. "We're pressing on."
"Seriously? You're insane."
"Can you use your mouth?"
"Yeah, yeah." She agrees too fast.
I blink. "Wait, you expected that?"
"Drooling means I need to make it slicker, right?"
"Spot on."
"If it flops, we're done. I mean it." She knows I'd bulldoze a hard no, so she rolls with it—pure Natsuki.
She leans in, lips hovering, then pauses, locking eyes with me. "One thing first, Miyagi. Don't cum in my mouth, got it? I'll choke."
"No problem."
Her gaze turns dirty as she takes me in, warm and wet.
"…Mmm, bubo…"
It's her third blowjob ever, and she's already got it down—eyes tilted up, tongue teasing my tip, lips clamped tight with those loud, sloppy sounds. Then, tears glistening, she lifts her ponytail toward me.
I freeze, stunned. She's offering that? In this world, where women outnumber us and live to please, this is huge. Blowjobs are their flex—proof they can own a man. Handing me her hair? That's trust or some wild generosity. I don't fully get it, but if she's offering…
I grab her ponytail, anchoring her head, and thrust deep.
"Bububu!? Cough… ngh… slurp…"
Her eyes pop wide, then glaze over, drool spilling as she adjusts, sucking harder. The titjob's buzz still lingers, and now this—it's too much.
"Uh…" I groan, teetering. "Natsuki… wait…"
"Puah… ngh…" She chases me as I pull back, her lips relentless.
"Wait, seriously—wait!"
"…Ngh… what?" Her voice is rough, her eyes watery but pissed.
"You're wet enough now."
"Oh… right." She got lost in it and forgot the plan.
"Come on," she purrs, parting her chest again. That view—full and glistening—never gets old. I'm rock hard in an instant.
"Please," I murmur, half-joking, half-begging.
"What's that?" She doesn't catch the humility and resumes sliding her breasts along me. Wet now, it's better—way better. Still…
"…It's still a bit off," I admit.
"You told me to do it!" she snaps, furious. Fair enough.
Even pissed, she speeds up—hands and breasts working faster, drool pooling between them. "Natsuki?"
"You've dragged me this far, you selfish ass! I'll make you cum!" She's glaring, but her tongue flicks out, dripping spit onto me, foam bubbling at the tip. This delinquent with her blonde ponytail, serving me with an angry pout—it's a masterpiece. Maybe not how women here see it, but to me? Top-tier.
"Hmmm," I hum, heat spiking.
"Oh? Ready to cum?" She clocks my shift, her hands blurring now. The wet, rhythmic squelch fills the bathroom.
And then— "…Whoa!?" I explode, hard. It shoots up between her breasts, splattering her face.
"Ow… it got in my eye…" she grumbles, wincing.
"Really, the things I've done for you lately…"
"What are you doing now?" I ask, curious.
Ignoring me, she wipes the cum off her face with her fingers and brings it to her mouth. "Mmm… mmm…" Cloudy eyes flick to mine as she licks it clean, swallowing slowly. I could tackle her right there.
"Oh, sorry," she says suddenly. "I forgot."
"Forgot what?"
"I've got to clean up after…" She dives back in, latching onto me while I'm still sensitive.
Slurp… bub… The sounds mix—her sucking, air escaping. This isn't cleaning; it's an assault. She offers her hair again, lips pursed, daring me.
This naughty yankee girl. I grab the tip of her ponytail, wrap it around my hand, and yank her head back. "Nngh…" Her throat aligns perfectly.
"Here I go, Natsuki."
"Eh…?"
I thrust deep, smoother than before. "Bubu!?… Cough… Mmm!?" She gags, hands pushing at me, but I keep going. Her resistance fades, arms dropping limp—not out, just overwhelmed.
"You're into it now, huh?" I tease.
"Shaking… ahhh…" Tears and drool streak her face, but her lips cling tight. When I thrust again, she sucks harder, hands gripping my waist to pull me in.
"Ah, I'm there," I warn.
"Uhmu," she mumbles, submissive and cute as hell.
One deep push, and I unload straight down her throat. "Hmmmm!" Her body jolts with each pulse, trembling as I finish. She doesn't let go, her tongue toying with me, licking every drop clean.
"Puah! Haah, haah…" She gasps, wiping the last bit from her mouth and licking her fingers—pure, raw heat.
"…What?" she rasps, catching me staring.
"Worried I'll go soft again?"
"Thanks to you, I might pass out if I'm not careful…" Her bad-girl edge is back, but her vibe's off—dazed.
"I'll head home soon, then."
"…Yeah." She stares at her fingers, then scoops leftover cum from her chest, licking it slowly. "Hmmm…"
Does she even realize? Or is swallowing normal here?
"Natsuki?"
"…Hmm…"
"Hey, Natsuki?"
I grab her hand mid-lick, and she finally turns. "Oh, yeah. What?"
"Does it taste good? My cum?"
"…Yeah."
"No, I mean—is that normal for women here?"
"…I don't know. I never thought I'd end up like this." She fidgets, shy now. "But semen's rare. Natural pregnancy's a long shot, so… any woman would be curious. Wanting it inside, however it happens—it's instinct, right?"
"If a guy's instinct is to give, a woman's is to take?"
She nods. "But the mouth's pointless for that," I point out.
Her eyes widen. "Eh… you're not… really going to do it with me?"
I glance down her skirt, bold as hell. "You were so good, I got carried away… but eventually, yeah."
I lean in, whispering, "The day's young. I'm not done with you."
She hugs me out of nowhere. "Huh?"
"…Uhh… higghhh…" She's crying, clinging tight.
"What's wrong?!" Question marks swirl in my head, but I hold her back anyway.