The image of Kotoha's flushed cheeks and wet lips stayed with me. She had given me her first blowjob tonight, and it was better than anything I had imagined. Kotoha carried the natural traits that made her perfect for what I wanted her to become, a girl born to be used and trained.
In my last life, I had been too inexperienced. I was just a young virgin. Throwing me against someone like her had been cruel. She had been too much, too eager, too shameless, and I could not keep up. She slipped through my hands before I ever understood what I wanted from her.
Who wouldn't be scared if a beautiful girl asks you to pee in their ass?
Now things are different. I am no longer that boy fumbling in the dark. I have lived, I have learned, and I finally have the control to shape her properly. This time, I will not let her slip away.
I know I pushed her too far today. Training had only just started, but I already demanded more than most girls could handle. She had climaxed endlessly in the theater, her body trembling from overstimulation, and still she begged for more once we returned home. That bottomless hunger, which once terrified me, now excites me.
Her throat still needs discipline. Her body still needs to be conditioned. I cannot allow myself to rush. I need to guide her one step at a time.
The first step will be body sensitivity training. This is the foundation. I will make her cum from any part of her body that I touch. Her nipples will harden instantly under my fingers. Her thighs will twitch and tremble. Her ass will clench whenever I spank it. Every nerve will be rewired to respond only to me. When I pull her hair, she will shiver. When I brush her skin lightly, she will moan. When I speak, her body will obey.
Once I have that foundation, Kotoha will not just be obedient. She will be adorable in ways she cannot yet imagine.
Kotoha POV
I can still feel everything from today so clearly… ahh, my heart won't calm down at all. Going out with Souta-kun, just the two of us, felt like a real date. Eating pancakes together, walking side by side, sitting close on the train…
Ufufu, I was so happy. When he told me he had reserved seats at the shop, I thought my chest would burst. Souta-kun is always so considerate…
But… the moment that really changed everything wasn't outside. It was here, in his house…
When I… when I gave him my first blowjob. At the start, I thought I'd die of embarrassment. My hands were shaking, my face was burning, and I couldn't even look him in the eyes.
"Uu… doing this kind of thing… I'm so shameless…"
But then, when his hand rested on my head, when I felt him twitching in my mouth, when he groaned because of me… ahh, it made my whole body tingle. Seeing Souta-kun feeling good because of me, it was almost like having an orgasm myself. Every time he throbbed against my tongue, every gulp when I swallowed him down, my body shivered.
And then, when it was over, when I lifted my messy face to him, Souta-kun said it…
"Your body belong to me."
Aahh… those words… they branded me, right into my chest. The shame just melted away. My heart squeezed so hard it hurt. If Souta-kun says I'm his, then… I don't care how indecent it is. For me, it feels like… like a marriage proposal!?
Is it a marriage proposal, Souta-kun?
It's a marriage proposal, right?
I don't really understand what kind of relationship we have now. It's not like the romance stories other girls dream about… but, if it's Souta-kun… then I don't mind.
I still remember when we were kids. The boys teased me because I didn't have a father. They called me names, cornered me, made me cry. And Souta-kun stood up for me.
"Don't pick on her!" he shouted, fists clenched tight, standing tall in front of me. Even though he was small, he was so strong. That day, I thought…
"Ah, Souta-kun is going to protect me forever."
And now… he tells me I belong to him. Fufu… my cheeks won't stop getting hot just remembering it. I really… I really am happy.
I curled up in bed that night, pulling the blanket over my head as if that could calm my racing thoughts. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again. The way Souta-kun looked down at me when I was on my knees, the weight of his hand on my head, the taste of him filling my mouth. My cheeks burned hotter just remembering it.
"Uu… what am I even thinking about… I'm so perverted…"
I whispered into my pillow, kicking my legs lightly under the covers.
My body was restless. My thighs squeezed together, aching, but I forced myself not to reach down. I remembered his voice, so firm, telling me I wasn't allowed to touch myself anymore.
"From now on, your body belongs to me."
Aahh… the moment those words replayed in my head, my whole body tingled.
Normally, I would have caved by now, slipping my hand under the sheets until the heat faded. But tonight… I bit down on the corner of my pillow, holding back. I wanted to obey him. If touching myself meant breaking the promise Souta-kun made me give, then I'd rather endure the aching emptiness between my legs.
Instead, I pressed my palms to my chest, clutching my nightshirt, feeling my heart pound against my ribs.
"Souta-kun… I'm yours…"
I buried my face deeper in the pillow, legs rubbing together without thinking. It wasn't enough, it would never be enough, but I held on. I wanted him to be the one to make me come.
No one else. Not even me.
"…I can't wait to see him again…"
Hey, Satou-kun... How many times can you cum in my mouth before I puke? Ufufu.