"That was her."
The low, sweet whispers; the wet sounds of her tongue; the breathy murmurs by my ear—
It turned out that the ASMR streamer I listened to every night was that listless older girl living next door.
We only exchanged greetings as neighbors. I didn't even know her name.
But today, by pure chance, I followed a link on social media and ended up on her streaming channel.
That voice! There was no mistaking it.
Unable to resist, I pressed the intercom button.
My mind went blank.
"Heeeeh."
She came to the door in her usual loungewear—a wrinkled T-shirt and half-pants, with bare feet. Her hair was slightly tousled.
She looked sleepy and indifferent, but her eyes seemed just the tiniest bit amused.
"You found out, huh? The ASMR stuff."
"Ah, yeah. It was an accident..."
"Hmmm. So I've finally been discovered by a listener in real life. Well, whatever."
With that, she left the door open and walked back inside.
"Come in. Close it behind you."
Following her lead, I stepped inside. She plopped down on a floor cushion and patted her knees lightly.
"So? Are you here to ask me to 'get you off'?"
"Gh—"
"Bingo, right? It's written all over your face. Plus, your voice is already hard, isn't it?"
Her tone was flat and devoid of laughter, yet my body jerked in response.
I couldn't deny it. Her voice had been my go-to material for so long.
"All right, I'll take care of it. Sit. Right there."
She made me kneel in front of her.
Then, with sluggish movements, she lifted the hem of her T-shirt and slowly freed her chest.
Perfectly shaped breasts spilled out from beneath her black sports bra.
There was no hesitation whatsoever.
"We'll save the mouth for another time. Just the chest today. I'm tired."
As she spoke, her hand reached for my crotch.
Without any foreplay, she pulled my erect penis out through the fabric of my pants and pressed it between her breasts.
"Mmm...like this... Feels good, right? Just being squeezed?"
Her expression didn't change. But that valley was so warm and soft.
"See? You're moving on your own. Can't hold back anymore?"
It wasn't her hand moving; it was my hips.
"Go ahead and thrust. Big Sis is just a tool for you.
That one line was the final blow.
The sensation of being reduced to nothing but a "release tool," devoid of emotion or words, shattered what little reason I had left.
"…C-coming… I'm coming…"
"Yep, go ahead. Cum as much as you want."
Her breasts tightened around me like a vise, burying the tip deep in their crevice.
In that moment—
"Ugh, ahh!"
Splurt, splurt, splurt—
Thick, white spurts spilled out and stained her chest.
Yet she didn't even wipe it off. She just said one thing.
"Alright." Session over. Clean yourself up."
Under my gaze, she finally let out a small sigh.
"Consider this a freebie for the first time. Next time...well, if I feel like it."
Her indifferent eyes locked onto mine.
But I already knew.
I wanted her to "get me off" again.
"Still got energy, huh?"
She looked down at my crotch and let out a sigh.
"You just came, and you're already like this? Kids these days, seriously."
Her tone was completely detached.
Yet, for some reason, those words resonated deep within me.
She slowly stood up, circled around behind me, and sat down again.
Then, like a lap pillow, she cradled my head in her lap.
I felt the faint warmth and softness through the fabric.
Then, a whisper fell by my ear.
"You wanna cum again, right? Then relax, okay?"
A low, breathy voice.
It was quiet, yet it stroked my brain directly.
"Mmm...chuu...fwah..."
Her tongue traced the contours of my ear.
The wet tip licked my earlobe and softly sucked on it.
"Some people can orgasm just from having their ears touched, right? Want to try?"
Her words were indifferent, yet each whisper sent my hips twitching.
"Mmm...ah, you're hard again. So easy."
As she spoke, her hand rested on my lower abdomen.
Slowly, she pulled down my pants and took out my erection.
"A blowjob costs an extra 3,000 yen, I think. Eh, whatever. Today's a free sample."
Her tongue touched the tip of my shaft.
"Mmm... lewd... chuu... ♡"
A slick tongue slowly licked along the underside.
The wet, squelching sounds were obscenely loud.
"Ngh... ahh...!"
"Too loud. Keep it down, okay?"
She wasn't scolding him, just stating it as a fact.
Then, with a flick of her tongue, she wrapped it around the tip and took just a little into her mouth.
"Mmm... ngh... chuu... slurp..."
Hot, wet, and just the right amount of tight.
She didn't take it deep. But that only made the teasing more frustrating—and exciting.
"…Close already?"
"Y-Yeah!"
"Mmm, then—let's stop for now."
"Huh?"
With a wet pop, her lips parted.
I was the only one panting; she hadn't even broken a sweat.
"The shorter the time between orgasms, the better they feel. Right?"
"But, I'm stopping now."
"Just pausing. I'm not saying you can't cum."
As she spoke, she gripped me with her hand again.
Then, with soft, slick fingers, she began stroking me.
"Edging makes it better, listeners say. You too, right?"
"Ngh... uhh..."
My vision blurred.
Her hand was loose yet wet, sliding up and down with a sticky sound.
Occasionally, she'd let saliva drip onto the tip, then squeeze it with a lewd squelch.
"Swallowing's for later. Like a reward."
"Guh..."
"Until then, it's 'endurance time.' Think you can be a good boy?"
Flat, monotone.
Yet her eyes were undeniably adjusting my release.
Squelch, squelch...slurp...
Wet sounds scraped against my eardrums and I felt the sticky movements of her fingers.
Without changing her expression, she lazily stroked the tip with her thumb and occasionally blew a soft breath on it.
"Still holding out?" Good boy."
That one phrase made me twitch violently.
"Ah, already twitching. Guess it's time."
Tilting her chin up slightly, she wordlessly brought her lips closer.
This time, without warning, she took the tip into her mouth.
"Mmm, ngh... Chuu, slurp..."
The noisy suction.
It was deliberately shallow, never reaching her throat, just swirling her tongue wetly around the shaft.
"Ngh, ahh...coming!"
My hips lifted on their own.
But her hand pressed down on my thigh, stopping me.
"Don't move. Big Sis will drink it."
With those words, her lips sank down to the base.
A tight, throat-clenching suction.
In that instant—
"C-cumming, ahhh!"
Splurt, splurt, splurt!
Pulsing spurts of cum shot out.
Her expression didn't change at all. She didn't look away; she swallowed every drop with soft gulps.
After the last drop, she pulled away with a wet pop, licking her lips clean.
"Huh. You cum a lot."
That was all.
No coughing, no grimacing.
As if she had just drunk a glass of barley tea, she swallowed it all as if it were nothing.
"Mmm. . . . All done."
With that, she undid her loosely tied hair and stretched.
"Wipe yourself off. Oh, and some got on the floor, too. Clean it up."
Her voice was already back to normal.
But the aftershocks of pleasure still hadn't faded for me.
"Um..."
"What?"
"Will you do this for me again?"
She glanced at me for a second, blinked, and then replied.
"Mmm, sure, if I feel like it. But no full service, okay?"
Her tone was neither harsh nor kind, just matter-of-fact.
Hearing that, I selfishly assumed that she only had sex with someone special.
That I'd never be that someone.
Then, just as I was wallowing in disappointment—
—because, well, I'm a virgin. The real thing sounds painful, so I'm scared. Maybe once I'm used to it, I'll think about it. Until then, work on keeping your little guy small, okay?"
Huh?
She left me dumbfounded.
She walked away without hesitating, disappearing into the back of the room.
Expressionless. Indifferent.
And yet—
She'd wrung me dry, body and soul, with terrifying precision.
I had a feeling—
I had a feeling—
I wasn't going to be able to quit my addiction to her.
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