Innocence

On the surface, Jiang Ye looked calm and collected—there was a barely discernible darkening of his pupils.

Although Gu Tuantuan was too far away to see him clearly, she could still feel his eyes roaming all over her body. She was so embarrassed that she forgot to breathe.

Lightheaded and weak, Gu Tuantuan supported herself against the bed frame with one arm while hugging her chest with the other. Rather than covering her breasts, they were pushed up instead. A deep gully appeared.

“Is this enough?” She squeaked. Her voice was so small that even she barely heard it.

There was no reply. She could occasionally hear a low grunt coming from the cellphone speaker.

She hesitated but, in the end, still crawled onto the bed and picked up the phone. A pair of plump, creamy breasts swayed heavily in front of the camera. Tender, red nipples flicked in and out of view.

Jiang Ye jerked even harder. He watched Gu Tuantuan lie back down on the bed. The camera was now focused on her face. Her cheeks were flushed with shame.

Abashed, the girl covered her face with the back of her hand. Only a pair of large, watery eyes could be seen between the gaps of her fingers.

“I delivered on my word,” she whispered from behind her hand. Her tone was glum; full of bitter, woeful obstinance.

The boy let out a frustrated snort.

He stood up and kicked off his boxers. Now buck-naked, he picked up the phone and flopped onto his bed. Just like Gu Tuantuan, he lounged, half-sitting with his legs outstretched and his head resting comfortably against the headboard. His penis rose, like a flagpole, from his crotch. He stroked up and down its length irritably.

After sending the two maintenance workers away, he retreated back to his room to jerk off in front of his computer. However, everything in his room reminded him of that afternoon. So even after ejaculating, as soon as he thought of her, he’d get hard all over again. The throbbing pain became worse with each erection. From the afternoon to now, he had already ejaculated twice.

Jiang Ye looked up into the camera. With a serious voice, he beseeched, “I’m begging you. Please, let me take another look.”

He was so close.

“No, I don’t wanna,” Gu Tuantuan refused decisively. For some inexplicable reason, she decided to check out Jiang Ye’s image on the screen. The faint light from his cellphone barely illuminated his chest. Down below, his body was shrouded in impenetrable darkness. She could vaguely discern shapes moving, but nothing else. 

“Jiang Ye, what are you doing?” she asked.

“I am mas•tur•bat•ing” He replied smoothly, deliberately accenting the last word. The word was said naturally, without any awkwardness. The implication, however, was full of suggestion.

“Mas—” Gu Tuantuan became tongue-tied.

“Wanna see?” Without waiting for a response, Jiang Ye turned on his bedside lamp. A warm, yellow light illuminated the lower half of his naked body. Light and dark clashed as they carved out each ridge of the boy’s abdominal muscles like a sculptor with a knife. His hard abs extended all the way to his lower abdomen, then a thin strip of hair led down to a thick, dark bush.

The twice smoked gun was harder than steel. Thick veins filled with blood bulged, snaking across the surface. His cock had been swollen and engorged for so long that it was purple. It looked savage—nothing like it did this afternoon.

Gu Tuantuan’s long lashes quivered. Memories from the afternoon reawakened; she could almost feel the scorching heat of his penis through the screen.

Jiang Ye looked down to conceal the dark desire within his eyes, “My balls are about to burst. I haven’t been able to cum at all. It’s been like this all day!”

He lied. He knew her too well. Although she wasn’t like other girls—who pretended to look weak—her heart was too soft. She was gulled by the simplest sob story and yielded at the drop of a hat. A sense of guilt washed over him. It dampened his impetus ever so slightly but was quickly overwhelmed by his strong libido.

Sure enough, Gu Tuantuan frowned but still gave in, “Th-then, what do you want me to do?”

“I almost ejaculated just now. Show me your tits one more time.”

Gu Tuantuan carefully considered his proposition. He's already seen it all; what’s the big deal with showing him again? On top of that, he’s been hard since the afternoon… What if his thing is broken? Don’t the magazine articles all say that an erection lasting more than four hours is really bad?

“Fine, then you have to be quick.”

She held her phone away from her so that her breasts appeared within the shot. Her breasts were so white that for a second, her camera couldn’t focus. Suddenly, she felt that holding her phone while shooting was even more embarrassing than shooting from the stuffed animal. No matter how steadily she tried to hold the phone, the shots still shook. It felt much more intimate as if she were taking the initiative to show that place to him.

In Jiang Ye’s stream, only a little bit of the boy’s jawline was shown. He was recording with his rear-facing camera: filming himself masturbating.

Both parties were naked side-by-side: one was pale and the other was tan. Gu Tuantuan stared at their images displayed together for a hot second before looking away. She blushed to the tips of her ears.

Gu Tuantuan's arm became sore from holding up her phone. “Are you still not done?” she asked.

Blood pulsed through the bulging blue veins on Jiang Ye’s temples. He was indeed very close to cumming.

“I’m close. How about you give your tits a squeeze?”

The boy’s eyes were no longer calm. There was a profound, tumultuous fire surging deep within his pupils.

Happy holidays everyone! Stay healthy, safe, and sane!

XX Umi Yuki