“Nn… nnu…”
Feeling the refreshing morning light beyond his eyelids, Masanojo slowly drifted back to consciousness.
“Nn… fuwaaah…”
Letting out a carefree yawn while quietly staring at the ceiling that had entered his hazy vision, Masanojo woke from sleep.
“An unfamiliar ceiling… is not what this is.”
He couldn’t keep repeating the same gag forever.
Masanojo properly understood that he was in a hospital.
And that this world was different from his original one.
It sounded like a joke or a lie, but somehow Masanojo had wandered into a parallel dimension.
To think he would get involved in something like this.
Thinking that, Masanojo let out another big yawn, then tried to move his hand and noticed something.
“Hm?”
His hand wouldn’t move.
And there was a warm sensation coming from his palm.
Masanojo turned his face and looked over.
“——Ah.”
Their eyes met.
“Fufu.
Good morning, Masanojo-kun.
Did you sleep well?”
“K-Kyoka…-san…?”
“Yes.”
Faced with Kyoka’s refreshing smile, Masanojo remembered what he had done to her.
“…Aaaaaaaaaahh!!”
Masanojo shot upright with such force that Kyoka blinked in surprise.
Seeing her surprised face, he thought (Ah, even her surprised face is cute), and then — wait, no, that’s not it!
Are you an idiot?
That’s not the point!
Masanojo dropped into a full dogeza posture on the bed and poured every ounce of sincerity into his apology.
“I-I’m so sorry!!!”
Last night’s events.
Overwhelmed by an extreme erection, his lust had gone out of control, and he had forced that desire onto Kyoka as an outlet.
Taking advantage of this world’s insane 1:1000 gender ratio, he had used the fact that he was a rare male and treated Kyoka like a tool for sexual relief.
At the time, Masanojo had lost his mind and, thinking it was a brilliant idea, had used her.
But now that he had regained his composure, the gravity of the sin he had committed sent a chill down his spine.
“I-I’m truly, truly sorry!!”
He knew apologizing wouldn’t fix everything, but he still couldn’t stop himself.
As Masanojo kept apologizing, Kyoka slowly approached him.
Sensing her presence behind him, Masanojo stiffened, thinking she was about to slap him.
But no matter how long he waited, the blow never came.
When he fearfully raised his head, he found Kyoka smiling at him.
“It’s okay, Masanojo-kun.”
She placed her hand on his cheek.
“I understand.
Onee-san understands perfectly.
So… okay?
Don’t apologize anymore.”
Masanojo tried to apologize further at her gentle words, but Kyoka stopped him by cradling his head and gently stroking it.
“It’s okay.
Onee-san is here, so you don’t need to worry anymore.”
“B-But Kukon-san…”
“Eh?”
“Call me Kyoka?”
“Kyoka…-san.”
“Yes.”
Kyoka looked happy at being called by name.
Faced with that expression, Masanojo could no longer continue apologizing and could only let himself be hugged.
How long did they stay like that?
Embraced by Kyoka, Masanojo fully savored her warmth, her softness, and her sweet scent.
Of course, if he kept doing something like that, the inevitable would happen.
“Ah.”
Who noticed first — Kyoka, Masanojo, or both of them at the same time?
There, at Masanojo’s lower body, was a splendid tent formed by his cock.
“…”
“I-It’s not… it’s not what you think!
This is… th-that’s…!!”
He had released so much last night, yet it was already full again!?
You idiot!!
Don’t screw with me!
Go down!
Go dooown!!
Masanojo cursed his own cock, but his son continued twitching and asserting its presence as if rebelling against its parent.
“Masanojo-kun’s penis…”
“I-It’s not like that, Kyoka-san!
It’s not because of lust or anything!
It’s just a physiological thing, just morning wood, um…”
Masanojo awkwardly tried to hide his crotch.
The sight was thoroughly pathetic — and well, it really was.
He desperately tried to clear up the misunderstanding, but since it was already fully visible, there was no way to hide it now.
“You got hard again, huh?”
“Ugh…”
Overwhelmed by how pathetic he looked, Masanojo could say nothing more.
As for Kyoka, facing him like that…
“It’s okay.
I understand, all right?”
“Heh?”
With a gentle smile, Kyoka reached toward his lower body and softly touched the swollen thing.
“K-K-K-Ky… Kyoka-san!!?”
“Leave it to Onee-san.”
Kyoka pulled down his pants, reached for the cock that was already in full battle mode, and then—
“Hamuu.”
“Hyaauuu!!”
The cock wrapped in Kyoka’s warm mouth happily twitched and bounced.
But its owner, Masanojo, turned bright red and tried to pull his hips back to escape.
Kyoka, however, firmly held his waist and refused to let him go.
“Aaaaaahh!!
K-Kyoka-saaan!!
No!!
You can’t!!
It’s dirty!!
Please let go!!”
Even though he had received so much fellatio last night, the situation was different now.
His lust was relatively under control, and in this calmer state he felt guilty about making her do this. Find the original chapter at g.com.
He desperately tried to push her away, but Kyoka had a firm hold on his waist and wouldn’t budge easily.
Looking up at Masanojo’s face while sucking his cock, Kyoka’s appearance made him say “no” with his mouth while being terribly aroused on the inside.
As proof, the cock in her mouth grew even harder.
“Amu… nn… homu… nn… nchu… It’s okay…”
Speaking while still holding his cock in her mouth, Kyoka continued.
“It’s okay… leave it to Onee-san…”
“Uuuu…”
Masanojo’s face turned bright red from pure embarrassment.
But he no longer tried to escape.
Confirming that, Kyoka gave him a bright smile and began stimulating the cock in her mouth.
“Nchu… slurp… slurp… nnyu… chu… slurp… slurp… zuju… nchu… slurp… slurp… slurp… nn… slurp… nn… chu… nchu…”
Making lewd wet sounds, Kyoka sucked his cock.
Unlike last night, the hospital room was already bright, clearly illuminating her obscene figure and driving Masanojo’s excitement higher and higher without limit.
“Ah… aahh… aahh!”
“Slurp… slurp… nnyu… chu… slurp”
“Aaaaaahh… Kyoka-san… Kyoka-san… Kyoka-saaan!!”
“Slurp… nju… You can let it out… let it out, Masanojo-kun… slurp… nju… chu… nuchu… slurp”
“Ah… ah… aaaahh… I’m gonna… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum!!”
“Slurp… Let it out!
Let it out!
Slurp… Cum inside me!!!”
“Ah… ah… aaaa… aaaaaaaaaaaaahh!!!”
Bobyu… byuryuryuryuryuryuryuryuuuuu!!!
Bobyuryuryuryuryuu!!!
The thick morning semen filled Kyoka’s mouth.
The highly viscous sperm stuck to her throat in bead-like clumps, delivering a firm, springy texture to her tongue.
“Nn… nn… nguh… gulp… nguh… nn… gulp… gulp… gulp”
As if drinking freshly squeezed milk, Kyoka swallowed it down with clear enjoyment.
“Nn… nguh… nn… gulp… gulp… gulp!
…Puhah.”
After drinking every last drop of the massive load, Kyoka opened her mouth wide to show Masanojo.
“Nn… You released a lot again today.
Good boy, good boy.”
She gave him a gentle smile, but a string of his semen was dripping from the corner of her mouth.
Noticing his gaze, Kyoka went “Nn?
…Ah,” wiped the dripping semen with her finger, and licked it clean with a soft chu.
“Fufu, a little bit leaked out.”
The gap between her cute, gentle smile and that incredibly lewd gesture completely unsettled Masanojo’s heart.
And reflecting that unsettled heart, his son regained its energy.
Twitch!
Twitch!
Whether from youth or pure energy, his cock asserted itself vigorously, leaving Masanojo feeling pathetic.
Noticing it, Kyoka looked surprised for a moment, then quickly returned to a smile and said:
“Fufu, it got big again.
It’s okay.
Leave it to Onee-san, all right?”
With a gentle smile, she slowly reached for Masanojo’s cock and once more wrapped it in her soft, warm mouth.
“————Hamuu.”
“Hauuuu!!”