Chapter 56 : Masturbation

What she pulled from her embrace…was an orange-colored candy.

“…”

“I… wanted to try this.”

The candy she gave me this morning along with a note.

What she meant by “wanting to try” was probably a candy kiss.

‘A candy kiss… seriously?’

Something I’d only occasionally seen in comics.

To be honest, I had zero intention of refusing.

I was curious how it would feel.

I closed my eyes as a sign of acceptance.

The sensation of her arms wrapping around my waist was palpable.

Maybe because my eyes were shut, the slight fidgeting of her fingers felt vivid.

‘…Why does this feel so good?’

Not long ago, I would’ve hated this.

Rustle.

The sound of the candy wrapper tearing.

When I opened my eyes, Yena was holding the edge of the bag between her teeth.

She deftly plucked out the candy and reached toward me.

“Mmph…?”

Without thinking, I parted my lips and accepted it.

A sweet orange flavor spread through my mouth.

My fluster soon melted away against her approaching lips.

Slurp, lick.

“Hng, mmph…!”

After our lips met, she placed a hand on the back of my neck.

With both my waist and neck captured, resistance was futile.

I’d learned that lesson long ago with my body.

‘Well, it’s not like struggling would’ve freed me anyway.’

It’s not like I’m letting her do this because I enjoy it.

It’s just… because it’s Yena, I’m reluctantly yielding.

Feeling my lower stomach tighten, I slightly parted my lips.

“Nngh…!”

The moment I did, Yena invaded.

Her long tongue probed stiffly through my mouth,

scraping stickily against the roof before licking my teeth and lightly biting my lower lip.

Yet, she avoided touching my tongue.

I could feel the pitiful candy resting on her tongue.

Slurp, suck.

As if unleashing long-restrained desire, Yena greedily explored my mouth.

‘Anyone watching would think she’s starved…!’

My thoughts stuttered to a halt.

The sensation of another’s tongue in my mouth—

its unpredictable movements sent shivers of pleasure radiating through me.

And since I was thoroughly restrained, shaking off the feeling was impossible.

No choice.

I retaliated with my mouth.

As I awkwardly moved my tongue, the candy slipped into hers.

“Mmph.”

“Hyeek, nngh…!”

Only then did the overwhelming sweetness fade slightly.

Yena paused, seemingly flustered, before passing back the now-smaller candy.

A candy coated in her saliva.

The renewed burst of fruity flavor was oddly comforting.

The already sweet kiss grew even sweeter from the sugar.

“Hah… mm, tsuup…”

With another shudder of pleasure, I sent the candy back to Yena.

How many times did we exchange it?

Arms around her neck, I drowned in the orange haze.

The candy was nearly gone, leaving only a sticky sweetness and feverish excitement.

Had I unconsciously relaxed my legs?

Her knee slid between my gradually parting thighs.

The sudden pressure below made my eyes fly open.

Startled, I met her gaze—her pink eyes gleaming mischievously.

“Hk…!”

Why?

Meeting her eyes made my legs weaken again.

Or more accurately… I deliberately let them.

I spread them wider, hooking around her waist.

‘Really, just this once…’

Now, we were pressed closer than ever.

It might sound strange,

but in a way, it was a decent defense—

with our legs tangled, she couldn’t escalate further.

Fortunately or not, Yena didn’t push beyond that.

That night.

After Yena saw me home, I stepped inside.

The door closed, her presence slowly fading.

What more could I ask for?

Everything had gone exactly as I’d dictated.

“…She really didn’t push further.”

Yena had occasionally fidgeted, her expression strained with restraint.

Each time, I’d swallowed lightly in anticipation…but ultimately, she did nothing.

My body, teased by ambiguous temptation, was unbearably frustrated.

I’d thought wagging my tail would make her pounce immediately.

‘Maybe I should’ve hypnotized her into going further…’

Leaning against the door, I shook my head.

It felt like… I’d lost somehow.

Thud.

I dropped my bag and kicked off my shoes.

Tossed my phone onto the bed.

Shedding clothes one by one, I snagged a towel from the table.

Once fully undressed, I flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Haah…”

I spread the towel haphazardly beneath my legs.

First time doing this on a bed…

But what else could I do? This urge wouldn’t wait.

My right hand still carried the warmth of Yena’s touch.

Holding it to my nose, I inhaled deeply.

“Sniff… nngh, Yenaaa…”

It was like she was here.

By now, she’d be seeing me naked, eyes glazed over.

I lowered my left hand.

Like Yena’s movements—slow, serpentine, advancing toward prey.

“Ah! N-not there…”

A half-teasing protest.

In risqué comics, this always ramped up the excitement—so I tried it lightly.

“Hah…!”

The moment I spoke, my lower stomach clenched.

It was more embarrassing and arousing than I’d expected.

I decided to indulge my imagination.

“I s-said no…”

In my mind, Yena pressed a finger to my slit.

Already slick and wet—what would she say upon seeing this?

Would her eyes gleam dangerously as she plunged deep?

Or would she taunt me with dirty words, savoring my reactions?

“…Hah.”

Her silence left me unsatisfied.

She should be overwhelming me with filthy whispers by now.

In my imagination, she simply pressed down on my slit without doing anything more.

By this point, half my rationality seemed to have flown away.

Maybe my pent-up desire had completely devoured my reason.

“Ahh… put it in, hurry…”

Yena’s face floated before my eyes.

Staring straight at me with that familiar smirk curling her lips.

I’d seen that mocking smile countless times before.

The moment I pictured it, something sticky touched my fingertips with a wet sound.

In my mind, Yena laughed wantonly as she rubbed her finger against my entrance.

“Hahk…! N-not so rough…”

My brain, with its brakes disengaged, diligently accumulated embarrassing memories.

It’s not like she was actually here—this was just imagination after all.

I decided to push a little deeper.

Placing my finger precisely at the entrance, I pressed firmly.

My finger was slowly sucked into the damp hole.

“Slowly… hiiik…”

My hips twitched involuntarily.

Now I understood what she meant by “it hurts my hand.”

My vaginal walls were gripping my finger so tightly it actually hurt.

Pushing deeper, I felt the squirming inner walls resisting.

There was a certain thrill in conquering it.

Even if the thing being conquered was my own pussy…

Was this why Yena liked me so much?

The ridges of my inner walls brushed against my fingerprints.

Come to think of it, I’d barely masturbated since meeting her.

“Haahk…”

Applying more pressure, I felt the flesh part reluctantly.

Thanks to being thoroughly wet with arousal, it wasn’t difficult—just required some effort.

Before I knew it, nearly my entire finger was inside.

“Yena… hahk… Yenaaa…”

A squelching sound reached my ears.

In my mind, she was tenderly rubbing my pussy.

Her finger plunging deep before slowly withdrawing.

The teasing sensation made me increase the pace.

“Hngk, ah! Hihk!”

My finger was now completely coated in shiny slickness.

Using my left hand instead of my usual right made everything feel unfamiliar.

It truly felt like someone else was violating me—making it even more exciting.

That “someone else” took Yena’s form in my imagination.

But no matter how I thrust my finger, I couldn’t reach climax.

It was maddening.

When Yena does it…

There’s always that spot where fireworks explode with each thrust.

But my fingers couldn’t find it. Maybe they couldn’t reach that deep.

“Hng… ugh… I can’t…!”

Yena’s scent beneath my nose was fading.

The slow retreat of pleasure felt uncomfortable.

After some hesitation, I slowly moved my right hand down from my chin.

In my mind, Yena smiled at me again.

She reached out to grip my throat and—

“Ghak! Kkh…!”

The pressure cut off my breath.

Unsurprisingly, my pussy gushed even more.

Judging by how my hips jerked, this seemed to be the right approach.

I rocked my hips back and forth to meet my fingers.

It really felt like Yena was pounding me.

“Haahp, Yena, haaak…! W-wait a sec…!”

The words of refusal spilled from my lips.

I could feel my vaginal walls clenching around my finger.

Just as I was about to close my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure—

Ding

A familiar notification sound came from near my shoulder.

‘Right… I tossed it there earlier…’

I retrieved my right hand to reach for it.

My left hand remained buried inside.

Checking the notification, I saw:

[I’m home]

I kept moving the hand below as I read.

“Haahk… nn…”

[Did you shower?]

Several more messages followed.