As before, I am dragged by Kishijo to
another room with a luxurious bed.
As usual, Kijima's clone, Fumio Mark
II, is sitting there completely naked.
「A-Are you going to do that again...?」
I shivered involuntarily.
The foul smell of semen comes back to
my mind.
Last time, Kishijo and Inui had done
something lewd to this clone, making him ejaculate, and then they poured the
semen all over my face until I turned into a sludge.
It was the worst.
The smell of semen lingered in my
nostrils after I got home, and my face became rough from washing it too much.
Kishijo, however, replied to my
anxious muttering without hesitation.
「No, today, Sakon-sama will learn how
to serve it with your own mouth」
My eyes widen involuntarily.
Before I can think of anything else
to say, I hear a rejection from my mouth, "No!".
「Unfortunately, you have no right of
refusal. If you insist on refusing, you will have to go through something that
would be a thousand times better than sucking a dick. To be more specific, we
will tear off your limbs...」
「Eeek!?」
I choke out.
「I-I'll do it! I'll do it now!」
I know full well that this is not a
threat when I was brought here in the first place.
Kishijo is no longer a classmate. She
is an agent of the devil.
I have already been made to
understand that the level of cruelty is incomparable to that of human beings.
「Then, please begin immediately.」
Kishijo held my shoulders and I knelt
down at Fumio's Mark II's feet.
Fumio Mark II is expressionless as
usual when I looked up at him.
However, his manhood, which is
resting between his legs, already turned upward and warped.
（D-Disgusting...）
A thick trunk with blood vessels, and
its tip is a raw pinkish color with blackish tinge.
The object, which looked like
something I saw in an alien movie, pulsated right in front of my eyes.
Why didn't God make the man's
genitals cuter?
For example, if this had been
designed in a Sanrio style, the number of problems between men and women would
have been much smaller, I think. (*Note: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanrio)
Still, it looks terrible and smells
terrible.
Do all boys have such a disgusting
object growing between their legs?
Or is this clone something special?
（I can't believe I would lick such a
disgusting-looking thing...）
As I hesitated, Kishijo pressed hir
hand on my shoulder with great force.
「O-Ow! It hurts! D-Don't... please...」
Crack! My shoulder blades creak.
「You shouldn't do that. If you look at
it with such a sour face...」
「I-I know, I know it! I-I lick it now!!
So, please stop!」
I press my lips against the tip of
the pole in a hurry to escape from the pain.
It's raw and warm. Hard yet soft, an
eerie sensation.
But Kishijo's strength does not
slacken in the slightest.
I desperately run my tongue over the
reddish-black tip, trying to escape from the pain.
After a while, the hand that had been
gripping my shoulder with a vise-like force releases its grip, and I let out a
sigh of relief.
But the next moment...
「Do you think you can please a man in
such a way? Please open your mouth.」
Kishijo grabbed the back of my head
and pushed me toward the rod.
It's a terrible force. I try to
resist, but I can't. My lips are parted, and the rod is pushed into my mouth.
「Ggh! Ugggghh... Guee...」
The tip reaches the back of my
throat, my nose is buried in the frizzy pubic hair, and my body trembles with a
vomiting reaction. I can hardly breathe.
The nausea rises to the top of my
lungs, and I involuntarily claw at the air while my eyes are black and white.
「Guee... Guhee! Gghh! Gghhhh...!」
The sound of my own voice, so hoarse
that it made me want to cover my ears. My voice is like that of a bullfrog,
muffled and muffled, spilling out from between my lips.
「You're so lazy...」
Behind me, I hear Kishijo sigh.
「In that case, corrupting the hateful
saint Fumio Kijima is nothing but a dream. Or did you do it on purpose? Do you
want to be lined up on the store shelves as a female pig meat so badly?」
Kishijo grabbed the back of the head
and rocked me back and forth with a jerking motion while she let out an annoyed
voice.
I was no longer at her mercy.
I can only gag as my throat is
pounded, and I cried out.
Wasn't intercourse between a man and
a woman supposed to be a act of love?
No, such a terrible thing can't be
the act of love.
（This is torture, isn't it?）
I was made to kneel down like a
slave, and my throat was pierced with a stiffened rod that made me gasp.
In addition, my face is forcibly
rocked back and forth, and I am treated like a tool to be used for the rod.
I felt so frustrated and ashamed that
I had done nothing wrong to deserve such a punishment that I could not stop
crying more and more.
「Oh my, you must be crying tears of
joy. It's good. Then, Fumio Mark II, please make it better.」
When Kishijo said so, Fumio Mark II,
who had not moved a bit until then, stood up with his rigid dick in my mouth,
grabbed the hair on the side of my head with both hands, and started to move
his hips violently.
「Fugoh! Ugh, gueeeh, ugg, ugh...」
He thrust his hips from the top to
the bottom, and the tip of the rod entered into the back of my open throat.
I turned my face so far down that the
white part of my throat was exposed, and moaned in agony.
（Please... No more...）
Still, an endless storm of
humiliation continues, and I only continued to cry, enduring the incessant
feeling of vomiting.
「Fumio Mark II, it seems not enough
yet, right? Make it better.」
As Kishijo told, Fumio Mark II pushed
me down to the floor, pushing my lips with his lower abdomen while he thrust
his rod deep into my mouth up to the base.
Then he covered my face and began to
slam his hips against me violently.
「Hbobo! Boh! Boh! Boh! Guheeee...」
I'm really treated like a tool. With
each thrust, my muddy voice is pushed out by the rod and echoed in the room.
Suddenly, however, Fumio Mark II
shuddered.
He stops moving while he thrusts into
the back of my throat with all his strength. The next moment, I felt the tip of
the cock trembling in the back of my throat.
Spurtt! Spurttt! Spurtttt!
The rod explodes in the back of my
throat. Fleshy mucus overflowed. It flows back from the back of my throat and
fills up my mouth, and I hit the floor desperately because of too much
suffocation.
（No.... I don't want to drink it! I
don't want to drink thissssss!）
The semen that could not be contained
in my mouth spilled out from the edge of my lips and down my cheeks.
However...
「Oh my, that's not good!」
Kishijo mercilessly reaches out her
hand and pinches my nose.
（M-My breath!? I-I'm suffocating!?）
It's painful. But I would rather die
of suffocation than swallow such a thing. So, I endure the suffocation. But it
does not last long.
Contrary to my thoughts, my body
reacted by choosing the path of survival.
To avoid suffocation, I took a deep
breath.
And immediately, a sticky liquid
passes down my throat and into my esophagus. The sound of gurgling echoed
miserably in my ears.
After a while, Mark II pulls the rod
out of my mouth and Kishijo looks into my face.
I am sobbing, humiliated and
devastated. Then Kishijo said to me as if she was trying to tell me something.
「How is it? How does the semen taste?
Wasn't it good?」
「...It was... delicious...」
I said the words I didn't expect to
say because I was afraid of what she would do to me if I disobeyed.
Of course, the truth is that I just
feel uncomfortable.
However, Kishijo smiled with
satisfaction and said to Fumio Mark II
「Sakon-sama seems to want a second
serving. Please give her a good taste.」
