I made Kotono change her clothes first. It was a blessing in disguise that she only had to wear a blouse. I really wanted to make her take off her clothes or wear something she didn’t mind getting dirty, but Kotono stubbornly refused.
I decided to use running water to lightly remove the semen from the surface and then “accidentally” pour tea over it. I wonder if its enough to not make it obvious.
Afterwards, I carefully wiped the sperm off of Kotono’s face and made her a cup of tea, as she was thirsty.
Kotono slumped down on the couch and sipped from her cup.
“Sasuke, you came so much. Thanks to you, my face and clothes were all sticky. Isn’t that a little too much?”
He chuckled impatienly,
It’s your fault! I wanted to protest, but swallowed hard.
Unlike last time, this time it was my turn to hide my hand with a poker face. Yes, it’s not like I don’t have a chance to fight back.
“Pardon me, Ojou-Sama”
First of all, I should apologize honestly.
“By the way, I think Ojou-sama doesn’t mind”
“Well, don’t you ever get horny? Doesn’t that make you want to m********e?
Kotono’s expression became even more ridiculous.
“It’s just a story, right? It’s proof that you’re a single-minded person that you feel so weird about this stuff.”
“Well, is that so?”
I add hot water to the tea leaves I made for Kotono and pour it into my own mug. It’s thin, to say the least, but I’m a servant, so I can’t help it.
“In the first place, this kind of novel has the effect of making people feel horny. That’s what they’re written for, that’s what they exist for. In other words.”
I took a sip of my thin tea.
“If you read it, whether you’re a man or a woman, you’re bound to get horny, that’s for sure. It’s as natural a physiological phenomenon as getting hungry after a while.
I said this in a calm tone of voice. I know it’s quite a leap in logic, but Kotono was serious. The mocking look on her face earlier was gone, and she was trying to understand what was being said.
“What do you mean, what are you trying to say?”
“The reason why you don’t feel anything when you listen to this novel is because you don’t understand its contents, isn’t it?
A short silence.
“That’s not true. I know exactly what it says.”
“No, you don’t. That means you understand it only in your head. You once told me that even a blind people can trace the notes.”
Oh, it feels like a violin lesson, doesn’t it?
“If you want to understand it in your head, anyone can do it if they know Japanese. But to read a novel like this, what you need is not the ability to understand Japanese, but sensitivity.
“In short, it’s sensitivity to eroticism. Do you understand? What does “sensitivity” mean?”
“That’s …… understandable, but ………”
Kotono blinked repeatedly with a puzzled look on her face. It’s a habit she shows when she’s confused.
“Don’t use difficult words. Can’t you say it more simply?”
“‘I mean, the level of perceiving sexual acts in mind. With all due respect, your level of perceiving sexual acts is somewhat low.”
I coughed a little. I opened the book I had in my hand, “The Harem of Shuraki,” and flipped through the pages.
Then start reading at the end of the break.
“Fuuaah, N-n, B-Big Brother, You can’t, its too dirty there.”
Yukie’s voice is wistful and she writhes in agony. I held her hips tightly with both hands as she tried to escape in embarrassment. The thighs, which were still young, were as white as snow and fresh and taut as her name implies.
The unripe fruit was still firm, but the nectar already gave off the scent of a full-fledged woman.
I scooped up the nectar with my tongue, which had split the folds, and caressed the bud as I poked it.
“It’s okay, Yukie, you’re so beautiful here and you smell so good.”
“Fuaah, I feel strange there…”
I deliberately slurped up Yukie’s nectar, making a chirping sound. The folds of her flesh quivered, and her bloodshot buds swelled more and more.
“Ah, Ah, …… that, that feels so good …….”
“Here, Do you hear that sound? You’re so wet here, Yukie. So sexy.”
“Ah , that’s kind of embarrassing. ……”
“How about ……?”
When I asked her that, Kotono turned her head toward me. Her cheeks were a little red.
“What? What do you mean?”
“You understand what’s going on, don’t you? You know what you’re doing and in what situation.”
“Yes, I understand that ……. A girl named Yukie and the main character are ……”
I sipped my lukewarm tea in silence.
“U-um. Aah!(Frustated) Oh, my God! That’s enough! It’s just a made-up story!”
“This is a scene in which the protagonist is giving cunnilingus to the fourth daughter, Yukie.”
I explained in a tone as if I were reading an instruction manual. I’m sure it’s quite strange for me to be talking about cunnilingus with a serious face, but I don’t care.
“Officially, it’s called cunnilingus, and it’s one of the ways to caress the female genitals. You caress the vagina with your tongue or lips.”
“And with your tongue. ……”
“If you are a woman, you will definitely feel something when you read this scene. The fact that you don’t is somewhat of a problem. If I were to use a metaphor, it would be like having an elementary school student read Dovtevsky. In other words, your daughter’s level of sexual knowledge is elementary school level …….”
Saying that much,
Suddenly, my vision spins around. In the blink of an eye, I’m rolled over on the carpet, face down, with Kotono behind me, twisting my arms in the air.
It’s the aikido she learned from Yonezu-san. When she is truly serious, Kotono moves so well that it is hard to believe she is blind. If she could see, she would be as strong as Seagal.
“What do you want to say?”
Kotono said coldly as she set her arm. The joint of my elbow creaked dully.
“I’m sorry, I got carried away.”
Kotono stood up and peeled off her skirt.
“But I kind of understand what you’re saying. I mean, no matter how great a performance you hear, if you don’t have a good ear, you won’t be able to appreciate it.
“That’s right. That’s exactly what it is.”
“Hmm. The level of sexual perception. ……”
Kotono sat herself down on the couch, crossed her arms and closed her eyes.
I boiled the water for the second cup of tea in the electric kettle. As soon as the water was boiling and the lamp on the pot went out, Kotono opened her mouth.
Kotono stood up in a hurry. She took the hem of her skirt in her hand and slowly pulled it up. I could see her panties through her stockings. They seemed to be beige today. I have a very bad feeling about this.
“I’m ordering you. That thing called cunnilingus, you will do it to me now.”