Chapter 5: The First Try

If the senior's presence before had been the kind of innocent, fresh charm that only seemed sexy because of what she was wearing, then after she finished speaking it was as if something inside her had snapped loose in front of me. Or maybe it was just my imagination, but in that instant she suddenly looked downright seductive.

The room was so quiet that even the ticking of the alarm clock by the bed was clear, but inside I was in complete turmoil. The senior had changed too fast, leaving me no time to react. Seeing her usual clean, sweet self in lingerie had already been a huge shock, and now she had bluntly said she wanted my body. Even if I had once been with countless women, I had never seen anything like this.

The senior did not give me any time to recover. She raised a hand and approached me step by step, as if closing in on a frightened kitten. Her round eyes shone with excitement, and her chest rose and fell rapidly.

"S-Senior, can we talk this through? The book version and the real thing are basically the same, really."

"I don't care. I want to see yours. You promised you would help me back then. How can you back out over something this small?" It looked like the senior had made up her mind.

"Fuck, this is not just something small. This is sexual harassment, okay? What kind of woman wants to see a man's thing on her own initiative?"

"Hmph. Sexual harassment? When you were putting the medicated patch on me back then, you touched my thigh. You touched my thigh, remember? And now I can't even just look?" The senior snorted coldly, her tone edged with irritation, clearly unhappy with my resistance.

"That was because you asked me to do it yourself, and how can a thigh be the same as that thing? Huh? Can it be the same?"

Now I finally understood why her gaze back then had felt off, why she had so casually let me put medicine on her thigh. It had all been planned. Her goal had been to leave me with no excuse to refuse her now.

"And what about you hiding behind the door to watch me try on clothes? Was that something I allowed too?"

At that, my old face flushed. That really had been my fault.

"So are you taking them off or not? I've already seen everything. If you don't strip today, don't think you're walking out of this door in one piece!" As she spoke, the senior snapped the scissors in her hand twice, her eyes full of threat.

"Fine, fine. I'll take them off. I'll take them off, all right?"

I had also been provoked. This was the first time I'd ever met a woman more eager to see me naked than I was to get dressed. Without another thought, I yanked my belt loose in three quick motions, then with a ripping sound I dragged my pants all the way down, exposing the huge beast underneath.

"You wanted to look, didn't you? Go on, then. Take a good look. Isn't it as imposing and handsome as I am?"

When it came to being shameless, I had never been afraid of anyone. I had only been caught off guard just now, and my brain had shorted out before I could react. Now that I had recovered, it was only taking off my pants. Who was afraid of whom? I was going to let her look her fill.

After I pulled my pants off and looked up, I saw the senior covering her eyes tightly with both hands, a thin gap left between her fingers where curious light flickered.

"Come on, senior, wasn't this what you wanted to see? I've stripped completely and you're still covering your eyes?" I mocked.

I was completely shameless now. Hands on my hips, I thrust my lower body a few times, and the giant monster in my crotch swayed wildly with the motion. From the look on the senior's face, her inner self was clearly nothing like the flippant expression she had just shown.

After hearing me out, the senior struggled with herself for a moment before slowly lowering her hands, revealing dazed almond eyes. Her cheeks were already blazing red, as if she had been hit hard by the sight.

"Lift your shirt up a little. I can't see clearly."

I rolled my shirt up, fully exposing the fierce monster beneath my waistband to the senior.

The senior lifted a jade hand and gently patted her chest, steadying herself. She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath.

"Hah."

When she opened her eyes, she had calmed back down. The senior studied my dick carefully.

Then her willow-shaped brows knit together.

"Lu Xiaohao, did you take the wrong medicine when you were little? Why is yours so big? Did you grow a tumor or something?"

"Bullshit. You took the wrong medicine. Mine is naturally this way. How about it? Isn't it way bigger than other men's? Pretty impressive, right?" I said with obvious pride.

"Tch. Whether it's big or not has nothing to do with me. I have not seen other men in person, but books say the average length of Chinese men is around twelve centimeters. Yours is obviously not normal. Just cut off the extra."

As she said that, the senior picked up the scissors again and pretended to cut. Frightened, I hurriedly covered my second dick and stumbled back, accidentally sitting down on her bed.

"You can't play like that! Mine's perfectly normal. If you want to look, look, but don't go messing with it." I said in a panic.

"Hehe. I was just joking to scare you a little. Look at how scared you are, you coward."

The senior took two steps closer and crouched in front of me, studying my dick from even nearer, clearly very curious about this unusually large thing. Faced with a beautiful woman's gaze, my dick did not flinch at all and thrust straight at her along with my stare.

"Um, can I touch it?" the senior asked excitedly, her face red.

"Go ahead. Be gentle. Don't break mine."

I sounded nonchalant, but I was still a little nervous inside, afraid this little vixen would be too rough.

"Hehe."

The senior gave a silly little laugh, rubbed her hands together in excitement, then slowly reached out with her right hand and pinched my glans.

"Ooooh."

A cool, delicious sensation shot through the head of my cock, and I couldn't help but let out a moan.

"Why are you making those filthy noises? Keep it up and I'll pinch your dick off, believe it or not?" The senior got a little embarrassed by my voice, even though she was probably the boldest woman I had ever seen.

I sat on the bed and watched this woman with her head lowered, toying with my dick. I had had plenty of women play with it before, but this was the first time one had handled it like some kind of specimen under observation.

Maybe because she had been crouching too long and could not hold it any longer, the senior simply spread her long white-stockinged legs and settled into a duck-sit in front of me. She had no idea how alluring that posture looked from my angle.

People say a man looks the best when he is serious. The same goes for a girl, and the senior was the perfect example right now. Her hair was tied back in a single ponytail, swept away from her face so that her smooth forehead showed. Her willow brows carried a hint of spring, and her bright, moving almond eyes matched perfectly with her delicately rounded face. Beneath them, her delicate nose kept twitching with each breath, like an insect perched on a leaf with its wings trembling now and then. Her small, warm lips were slightly parted at her chin, opening and closing as I could hear her faint breathing, and I could even see her pink tongue through them.

Although the senior had put on a shirt, her body was still a little full. Not the voluptuous fullness of a mature woman, but the soft roundness peculiar to a young woman. Her whole body looked plump without being fat, just right. Under the senior's movements, the shirt clung to her like a tight suit, leaving only a few stretched, wrinkled folds at the armpits and along her sides, while the lingerie she had worn underneath showed faintly through the fabric. The plaid skirt she had thrown on below obviously could not keep up with its job; with the way she sat down, it had ridden up tightly to reveal a large stretch of her full, pale thighs, soft enough that you wanted to pull them into your arms and knead them. Her white-stockinged calves were tucked in, squeezed against her thighs, the tender flesh bulging slightly, plump and rosy under the stockings. Her little feet, easy to cup in one hand, were pressed flat against the floor with the soles turned outward, ten tiny toes lined up neatly, their shape showing through the stockings like pretty little crescent moons.

Looking at the senior's tempting pose, I grew hotter by the second. I wanted to reach out and peel off her shirt like shelling an egg, baring the snow-white skin and the soft breasts that had already begun to take shape beneath it. I wanted to pin the senior to the bed at once and, like a dog driven mad by heat, lick every inch of that tender skin until it was covered in thick trails of saliva. I wanted to lift her long, plump legs in white stockings, and while she moaned in shame, lick at her round, white toes like I was licking an ice cream cone, gently biting the tips with my teeth until my saliva soaked through her stockings.

Of course, all of that was only in my head. Right now I did not dare force myself on the senior. After all, my lifeline was still in her hands. If I really acted out and provoked her into taking scissors to me, I would lose far more than I gained. But once my mind went there, and with the senior's jade hands still busy toying with my dick, even if the movements were not very big, it was obviously enough to get some reaction out of me. So in the senior's shocked eyes, the limp shaft suddenly swelled like an inflated balloon, turning hard and thick in an instant. Several bulging blue veins wound around the shaft, and the huge glans was as hard and smooth as a rounded egg, glinting with a faint cold light under the lamp.

"Ah!"

The senior cried out and let go at once, then glared at me in humiliation and anger.

"Y-You... why did you suddenly react?"

"Senior, I don't want to, but you've been playing with it the whole time, and I'm young and hot-blooded too. Getting hard is normal."

I spread my hands, looking very innocent.

"All right, all right, I won't mess with it anymore. Hurry up and put your pants back on."

The senior said quickly, as if she had been startled by the ferocious look of my suddenly hard cock. I guessed she probably had never seen such a thick cock even in books.

"No way, senior. I'm this hard and I still can't go soft. How am I supposed to go out and face people like this?"

"Th-then what should we do?" the senior asked anxiously.

"Um, heh heh, senior, can you help me masturbate? Just for a little while. Once it shoots, it'll be fine."

I looked at the senior with great expectation. Hah. Since she liked playing around so much, I was not going to let her off without paying a price.

"No! Don't think I don't know better. If it's masturbation, you can do it yourself. Why do you need me to help you?"

"No way! You got it hard, so you're responsible for it. If you won't take responsibility, I'm staying in your room today and not leaving."

With that, I planted my hands on my hips and flopped down on the senior's bed. The giant thing between my legs shot up like a flagpole, showing just how firm my stance was.

"Get up, stop lying on my bed like that!"

The senior rushed over, grabbed one of my hands, and tried with all her strength to drag me up, while I buried myself in her blankets like a dead pig who could not care less and refused to move. She was still just a young woman, after all, and had no way to deal with me lying there helplessly. Instead, she only worked herself up until she was gasping.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

The senior stood there with her hands on her hips, glaring at me in a huff, her small chest rising and falling violently, her teeth grinding audibly. Then, like a deflated balloon, she let her arms drop.

"Get up."

"Not a chance. This is all your fault."

"Are you fucking stupid? Fine, I'll help you do it. Happy now?"

"Really?"

I almost could not believe my ears. I propped my upper body up at once, not expecting the senior to give in so easily.

"Um, how am I supposed to help you?"

The senior hesitated. She had heard of masturbation, but this was her first time actually doing it, so naturally she did not know the details.

"Hehe. Senior, first sit down like you just did."

The senior shot me a white-eyed look, then walked over in front of me, dropped to her knees, and slowly sat down the same way as before, graceful as a swan settling on the water.

"And then?"

"Then you just wrap your hand around it and stroke it up and down."

"That's all?" the senior asked, puzzled.

"Yeah, that's all."

"All right. Haaah..."

The senior closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them and looked at my cock. After a long moment, she stretched out her slightly trembling right hand and, under my eager gaze, slowly moved it toward my shaft. Just as her fingers were about to touch it, she stopped, her eyes conflicted. Then, under my urging, her expression suddenly turned determined, and she wrapped her soft white hand around my shaft.

At once I felt a smooth, tender sensation coming from my cock, so pleasurable that I nearly cried out. But I held it back, afraid of disturbing the senior as she started to get into the rhythm.

My cock felt a tight, enclosing grip, and before I even said anything, the senior started working it up and down on her own. Her serious expression made her look like a dairy hand milking a cow.

"Smack, smack, smack."

As the senior moved her hand up and down, a steady friction sound echoed between her palm and my cock.

"So good! So good! So good! I'm going to lose it!"

I lifted my head and squinted my eyes, savoring the pleasure her little hand was bringing me. This was unlike anything I had felt before, because the one stroking me was my senior.

I lowered my head to look at her. This woman, who had first given me the impression of being pure and elegant, did seem a little loose in her behavior today, but I could still see the freshness of someone inexperienced in her eyes. And now that pure senior was using her little hand to stroke my dick up and down. Her technique was still a little clumsy, but it was giving me very real pleasure.

"Is... is this okay?"

The senior lifted her head and met my eyes. Her little face was as red as a ripe apple, making me want to lean in and bite it.

"Yeah, it's great. Don't stop, senior." I said softly.

"Y-You... close your eyes first. Don't look at me." The senior said shyly, embarrassed.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head up, pretending I was no longer looking at her. Seeing that I was not watching anymore, the senior lowered her head and kept stroking me, her technique growing more and more practiced.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

That steady sound once again echoed through the room. The senior's little hand clenched around my cock and worked it up and down like a woman's cunt, and by then I finally could not help letting out a soft moan. I even reached back with one hand to hold the senior's head from behind. She noticed what I was doing, looked up as if to scold me, and then saw that I had my eyes shut, completely lost in her stroking. The senior pressed her lips together and swallowed the words she had been about to say.

"Are you done yet? Hurry up." The senior panted, not knowing whether she was tired or if there was some other reason for her breathing.

"Mm... mm... almost... almost there. Senior, a little faster. If you go faster, I'll cum." I moaned, somehow failing to call her senior.

When the senior heard me address her that way directly, a strange light suddenly flared in her eyes. Then she stroked even faster, and even took the initiative to reach out with her left hand to cup my two duck-egg-sized balls while her right hand kept moving steadily.

"Mm... mm... so good... sis... so good... just like that... don't stop."

“You shut up!”

The second she heard those words about messing up her clothes, the senior blew up. She spun around and glared at me viciously.

“Never bring this up again, got it? And that, that thing about me trying on clothes in front of the mirror, you’re not allowed to go out there and mention it either! If you do, I’ll cut your tongue out and soak it in formalin!”

The senior snapped furiously, fists clenched tight, her little face flushed bright red.

“Mm-hmm.”

I covered my mouth with both hands and nodded like crazy.

We walked out of the room together, and only then did I notice that an old man was sitting by the counter somehow. He wore glasses and hunched over his back, holding an ancient book in one hand and a big smoking pipe in the other. He was reading while puffing away, looking absurdly at ease. When he heard us, the old man turned to look over as well, and his expression shifted slightly in surprise when he saw me come out of the room with the senior.

The senior brightened the moment she saw him and ran over, grabbing his hand.

“Grandpa, you’re finally back. I’ve been sitting here watching the shop every day for the past few days. I was bored to death,”

she cooed. In that moment, she looked like an innocent, radiant young woman, nothing at all like her usual cool, distant self.

“You start school tomorrow. How could I not come back?”

The old man said as he patted her head, then shifted his gaze and looked at me.

“And who’s this handsome young man with you?”

“Hello, sir. My name is Lu Xiaohao. I go to the same school as the senior. I just got here, and I met her a few days ago when I came to the bookstore to read.”

Before the senior could speak, I introduced myself. I spoke politely and refinedly, and with my good looks, it was hard for anyone not to form a good impression.

“You can discuss reading and end up in a room together?”

The old man looked at us with amused interest, his eyes carrying a clear I-get-it expression.

“Grandpa, what nonsense are you talking about? Xiaohao had a problem he couldn’t solve, so I was in there explaining it to him!”

The senior shot him a glare, saying it with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

Standing off to the side, I could only rub my head in resignation. Sure, the old man was joking, but if he really found out I’d had his precious granddaughter give me a handjob in that room and I’d ended up covering her all over, I had no idea whether he’d be angry enough to break my legs. Thinking of that, I couldn’t help glancing at the senior, and she happened to look back at me too, glaring hard as if warning me not to say anything stupid. I stuck my tongue out at her, and then I kept my mouth shut.

I stood nearby watching the senior chat happily with her grandpa, and suddenly I felt a little like a third wheel. Seeing that it was getting late, I said goodbye to the senior and the old man and left.

The senior stared after my retreating back, a little dazed, not knowing what she was thinking.

“I think this young man’s not bad. Handsome, sturdy, and pretty polite too. He also looks like he comes from money. Girl, why don’t you think it over?”

“Grandpa, what are you talking about? I’m still in school, and besides, just how old do you think he is? How could I, how could I do that kind of thing...”

Seeing her grandpa get more and more excited as he talked, the senior hurriedly cut him off.

“Age isn’t the issue. It’s just like the way people used to raise a future daughter-in-law from a young age in our time. You can start by keeping him close, and once he’s grown, that’ll be fine.”

“...I’m going back to my room.”

The senior felt utterly speechless. The old man’s words were getting more and more outrageous, and she didn’t want to keep listening to him ramble on. She returned to her room and shut the door, and the world instantly fell quiet.