Masanojo’s face was twisted.
But that expression was not from pain — it was something completely different.
“Haa… haa… haa… ugh…”
His breathing grew rougher and rougher, his cheeks flushed even redder.
His tear-filled eyes were looking at Kyoka with a painful, yearning expression.
Seeing Masanojo like that made Kyoka feel her own heart pounding.
(Masanojo-kun…)
She forced down the emotions rising inside her with reason.
She must not let this base desire show.
As a bodyguard, it was unforgivable.
Desperately suppressing her own lust, Kyoka gave Masanojo a smile without letting any of her true feelings show.
“Masanojo-kun, how does it feel?”
Unconsciously looking up at him, she gently stroked his penis with her right hand.
“Ugh…”
Masanojo let out a wordless sound.
But his expression had clearly changed from before.
It no longer showed any pain at all — his face was filled with pure pleasure.
“…I’ll keep going.”
Reading that expression, Kyoka gripped his penis more firmly.
It immediately began twitching and pulsing.
“Uuuu…”
Masanojo moaned.
Large tears welled up in his eyes, and his lips trembled.
(Ah…)
Ah, what an adorable expression.
This boy was having his genitals held by a woman and looking so desperately needy.
Under normal circumstances, this situation should never have happened.
If he hadn’t lost his memories, he would never have let Kyoka touch his penis like this.
But because he had lost those memories, he couldn’t do anything about his own erection and was now being played with by her.
(Ah, Masanojo-kun… Masanojo-kun…)
Kyoka put more strength into the hand stroking his penis.
“Aaaahh…”
Masanojo moaned in response to her hand.
His penis twitched and pulsed in time with his moans.
Kyoka stimulated him.
Shlick, shlick, shlick, shlick, shlick, shlick…
The wet sound of her hand working his penis echoed through the hospital room.
“Ah… ah… ah… ah…”
Like a musical instrument being played by the performer named Kyoka, Masanojo produced sounds.
Sometimes gentle, sometimes firm, she stroked him rhythmically.
(Haa… haa… haa…)
“Ah… ahh… ah… aaahh!”
Both of their breathing grew heavier.
Kyoka had no idea what kind of expression she was making right now.
It was definitely not an expression a bodyguard was allowed to wear.
But she didn’t know that.
So she didn’t stop.
Shlick, shlick, shlick, shlick, shlick, shlick, shlick, shlick…
It was no longer the gentle motion meant to ease pain — it had become pure stimulation meant only to drive him toward ejaculation.
“Ah… ahh… ah… aaah… aaaahh!”
Masanojo moaned wildly, twisting his body in pleasure.
He was so disordered it was almost painful to look at.
But even faced with that, Kyoka didn’t stop stroking.
If anything, while burning the sight of him into her eyes, she put even more strength into her hand.
Shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick…
“Ah… ah… ah… ah…”
Twitch!
His penis convulsed hard.
Until now Masanojo had only been able to moan, but under Kyoka’s excessive stimulation, he finally broke.
“Ah… aahh… ah… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!”
Bobyu… byuu… byurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!
Having reached his limit, Masanojo’s penis forcefully spat out a massive amount of semen.
Dobyu, dobu, bubyu, dopyu…
The continuous ejaculation continued.
His raging cock sprayed an abnormal amount of sperm.
“Kya!”
Kyoka cried out in surprise as the massive load poured down on her.
The thick, viscous semen stuck to her hair and face.
(Th-This is… Masanojo-kun’s sperm…?)
She froze in shock at the sheer volume.
According to medical books, the average ejaculation volume of an adult male was 0.1 to 0.2 ml.
That was what was written.
But the amount Masanojo had just released looked dozens — no, hundreds — of times larger.
She wiped some of the semen from her face with her hand and examined it.
The jiggling substance held a three-dimensional shape almost like egg white.
Sperm was supposed to be more watery and thinner.
Both the quantity and quality of Masanojo’s semen were completely different from the knowledge Kyoka possessed.
She stood there in a daze, but Masanojo’s voice quickly brought her back to her senses.
“A-Ahhh… I-I’m sorry!
Aaah, I’m so sorry!”
Tears in his eyes, Masanojo apologized to her.
“I-I got you so dirty… I-I couldn’t hold it in… um…”
He was completely flustered.
Kyoka gave him a gentle smile so he wouldn’t worry.
“It’s okay, Masanojo-kun.”
“B-But!”
“It’s okay, so don’t worry, all right?”
“But I got it all over you, Kukon-san… You’re so dirty now…”
He looked truly concerned for her.
Seeing that, Kyoka felt her chest tighten.
Ah, really… what a kind-hearted boy.
Normally, the lethargy that came after ejaculation should have made him want to lie down immediately.
Yet even in that state, he still hadn’t forgotten consideration for others and was worrying about her.
Ah, this child was truly kind to the very core.
“I’m so sorry for getting you this dirty!
Is there something I can wipe with…?”
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.
“Eh?
I-It is dirty!”
“It’s not dirty.”
Because he had lost his memories, Masanojo probably didn’t understand what ejaculation even was.
His penis had suddenly swollen up, and then something unknown had come shooting out of it.
Without sufficient knowledge, it was only natural for him to be shocked.
He had likely mistaken the sperm that came out of his penis for some kind of waste product, and that was why he thought it was dirty.
But sperm was actually something extremely precious — something that must not be wasted even a single drop, something that had to be treated with care.
Normally, this sperm should either be carefully managed in a proper facility or poured directly into the vagina of a woman capable of pregnancy.
Such precious sperm.
There was no way it could be dirty.
And yet that precious sperm was now stuck in large amounts to Kyoka’s face and hair.
It was a waste, but she couldn’t collect it into a container either.
Semen that hadn’t been collected through proper procedures couldn’t be registered in a sperm bank.
Still, that didn’t mean she could just wipe it away with a cloth.
That would make it look like something dirty.
So Kyoka didn’t wipe the sperm from her face and hair with a cloth.
Instead, she gathered it with her fingers, collected the jiggling semen in her palm, and without hesitation put it into her mouth.
“Eh!?”
Masanojo’s face filled with shock.
He probably couldn’t understand her action.
But Kyoka had done it on purpose.
To show the knowledge-less boy that sperm wasn’t dirty — that it was actually a good thing — she deliberately put it in her mouth.
The semen in her mouth was so firm and springy it almost felt like she was eating a solid.
And the unique, strong, pungent smell of sperm directly stimulated her nostrils.
Kyoka felt her brain melting.
A sweet, seductive numbness raced through her mind, and she nearly lost her reason.
But she held on by a thread and slowly savored the semen before swallowing it.
“Nn… nn… gulp… Puhah…”
After drinking down the sticky semen, Kyoka opened her mouth to show him.
“…See?
It’s not dirty at all, right?”
A string of mucus stretched inside her mouth, but Kyoka, unaware of it, smiled and showed her open mouth to Masanojo.
“Ah… aah… ah…”
“See?
I told you.
You might not know this, Masanojo-kun, but this is called semen, and it’s not dirty at all.
And even though it might have surprised you, your penis getting bigger isn’t anything strange either.”
Kyoka gently took his hand.
“So you don’t need to be scared even if your penis gets big.
You can relax now.
From here on, you can slowly start remembering… no.
From here on, you can slowly learn about it, okay?”
“!!”
Faced with Kyoka’s smile, Masanojo blushed in embarrassment.
Seeing that expression, Kyoka herself grew embarrassed and turned her face downward.
“…Eh?”
Her averted gaze landed on something.
There, still fully erect, was Masanojo’s penis.