"Have you ever seen one of these...? Oh, of course you have! I showed you! I mean, have you touched it...?" He spoke with the most damnably perverted look I had ever seen, but his tone of voice... was infernally benevolent. He was trying to pretend.
He was stroking his grotesque cock as if it were an animal, as if it weren't part of him, pretending it wasn't masturbation.
I swallowed hard... Was he going to...? And then I looked at Tomy-chan, who was looking at me tearfully and screaming for help. He had rushed it, and now the game would have to end.
I didn't know if he would ask her to hold it, suck it, or... I looked at Tomy's trembling legs... or if he would try to go beyond that. But...
It was time for me to intervene. She wasn't ready. I would defend her.
I hadn't even absorbed what happened today, hadn't even had the chance to imitate the acts, and he seemed to be... I looked at the old man's hungry face... well, I understand he needs relief, but... not yet. The idea of her touching him hadn't matured in me, let alone in Tomy. For now, we were on this journey of Tomy-chan being touched.
And if he became aggressive and reckless, I was ready to intervene violently.
My body unfroze, and I stood up. I clenched my fist and prepared to fight him.
It seemed our partnership was about to end.
But the short time we spent with the old man made me know him... he wasn't intending to force anything... he was just... setting new boundaries... opening space for future maneuvers... I felt a discomfort in my chest... Tomy-chan being... 'stained'... The touches on her breasts didn't bother me, the idea of touching her pussy didn't either... but her sensitive reaction to the touch... on the pussy... I hadn't even imitated that yet... and he seemed to want to advance.
'Hell no!' not yet.
"Well, then we're finished for today..." I said and went quickly to Tomy-chan. I wasn't ready either. She sighed and hugged me; her body was hot and sweaty, slightly trembling with what I presumed were post-orgasm reactions. A heavy smell hung over her, suffocating her sweet body perfume. She was filthy... she desperately needed a shower.
If she was so filthy just from physical contact... the old man must be Nurgle himself, the god of filth! I looked at the grotesque cock that wouldn't stop drooling pre-cum, which ran over all the grime that was already there... it would be a Herculean task... I looked at Tomy-chan or an Amazonian warrior to clean that thing to more... human levels.
The thought of Tomy-chan touching that thing... in that state of complete filth... 'Shit...' I couldn't deny the idea excited me... but... I suppose he needs a shower first... does he...? I know most of my excitement comes from the discrepancy between their polar appearances... maybe... maybe the shower would have to come later... I don't know.
The faint odor of her ultra-wet pussy also reached my nose... I breathed slowly... that smell was... terrifyingly... good...
I swallowed hard as I felt a shiver run up my body.
I helped her stand, feeling her weight on me, her nipples so hard they poked my chest... she could barely stand; her legs were trembling intensely. The old man looked at me with a plotting face; he looked at Tomy-chan with an intensity that seemed to strip her bare.
"...Of course... we're done for today... but." He held his grotesque cock and looked at it in an... explanatory way?
"I have many... massage techniques to teach... and some are peculiar." He pulled back the foreskin, clearly showing the glans and the pre-cum that dripped relentlessly.
He looked at both of us, searching for something in our expressions. "...I'll teach you anytime, okay?" This time, I didn't dare answer anything, just looking at Tomy-chan, who was looking at me apprehensively, saying with her eyes, 'I don't want to! Gross! Never!'
"Too fast..." he whispered, noticing our reactions, and took a small step back. "Well, it's just so you... you know, like you said before... are warned about the existence of... peculiar techniques and don't get scared. And if you want to... test them... I would be... more than happy to teach!"
But you scared us today, you idiot! I cursed the reckless beggar in my mind.
Then he swung his grotesque member from side to side, letting the disgusting smell reach us. A smell of sweat, dirt, dry semen, fresh semen, and God knows what else. I realized he even had the 'cheese' of Hentai characters.
Ugh! Disgusting!
"You know... this here is something normal... it's just... another part of the body, hahaha. You don't need to react with so much... surprise. There are techniques that, like today, you know... the pussy massage, can use other things..." He spoke, trying to stifle the visible sexual anxiety on his perverted face, a very bad actor.
"...there are... massages... that, well, you use this here." He swung his cock. "...to achieve... better results. So, if you want to." He looked at Tomy-chan, as if he were speaking only to her. "If you're curious, I'll show you everything! It would be... a normal massage, just... specialized... I guarantee it will be... excellent!"
The old man became a chatterbox, trying to formulate various arguments for the interaction with his cock... "...and also..." He looked at me and then at Tomy-chan. "I'll teach you properly so you can... learn..." That was a clever move... but...
Normal? A large, grotesque cock that, furthermore, was filthy with what seemed like years of poor hygiene, would never be considered 'normal'. It was closer to a biological weapon. Something animalistic. A thing whose interaction should be avoided at all costs.
I understood where he was going and smiled, diverting the subject. For the first time, our objectives separated; it was still too early after all.
"Ah, yes. I understand. It makes sense that there are... strange techniques... but... we don't want to..." I tried to distinguish 'normal' by pointing out that it was 'strange', yet I slightly paused my speech upon realizing something truly odd... Tomy-chan looked at me blankly, then at the beggar, and finally at the grotesque cock. She stared at his cock in a way... that disturbed me.
Tomy-chan was staring at that large, grotesque cock laden with filth and relentlessly oozing pre-cum...
I expected her to look at me with a 'thank you' in her eyes for refusing his offer, for preventing more daring contacts... but... but now...
Before, she wouldn't even look the beggar in the eye; now she was staring at his cock, the filthy, grotesque cock that was so different from mine... and her gaze held no repulsion, disgust, or aversion... She was changing...
"Normal...?" Her little voice chewed the word; her gaze was filled with doubt and... curiosity... something dawned on me.
"Damn..." That's what I said about the pussy massage... that's what I said to convince her... I had told her that contact would be something normal, that she only found it strange because she hadn't had contact with others, and that since it was a massage, I would learn it to pamper her. The bastard chose the damn right word in the exact same tone, insinuating the same unfortunate thing with perfection. His argument resonated with the same tune as my previous argument, a perfect complement.
The discomfort surged strongly. I watched a line of Tomy-chan's defense crumble before my eyes.
It was as if he had discovered the magic word. With one word, he disarmed Tomy-chan's intense aversion and disgust into something lighter, subtler, into something... manageable. Now it was no longer a taboo, something unthinkable... all that was missing now was time, time for the word to imprint on her mind.
I should have chosen a better word... right on the day the iron was hot... he hammered in the right spot. Tomy-chan didn't perceive his words as being his, but rather, as an expansion of my idea that led us here.
It was as if the old beggar was just explaining to her a part of my idea that she hadn't yet understood.
I smiled and bid him farewell this time with no plans to return there. I had to support Tomy-chan the whole way; her legs were weak. She murmured "normal" softly, from time to time...
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Hi! I hope you're not mad at me! It was still too early, and I have so many plans... haha. Well, she was still just in the mindset of 'receiving' the touches. I felt it was too rushed to have her actively interacting at that stage.
I kept the logic intact to leave room for a fuller journey of discovery, after all, we only have one Tomy-chan, and her sexual corruption happens only once!
To start setting up the future scenario, do you think the 'protagonist' Mi-kun should be the first to have real sexual relations with her, even if it goes against the current logic?
Tomy-chan's love for Mi-kun is still absolute.