Chapter 227 - 226 : Unusual Condition

Chapter 227: Chapter 226 : Unusual Condition

The warm, heavy silence in Haruto’s tiny apartment was shattered only by the soft, wet sounds of Misaki’s own arousal. Her mind was a storm of pure, filthy hunger. She had kissed him. She had ridden his half-hard cock with her dripping cunt. Now she wanted more—much, much more. The psychiatrist who had spent the last hour secretly watching him drain another woman dry couldn’t get enough of the lonely young man beneath her. She wanted to drown in him. She wanted him to taste every drop of her like the drug it was.

Without a sound, Misaki slowly—agonizingly slowly—climbed over his face.

She shifted her knees wider on the mattress, one on each side of his head. Her hands braced on the headboard, back arching as her dripping pussy lowered. The thick, hot air between her thighs hit his face first, heavy with the musky, sweet-fish scent of a woman in heat. Her hormonal surge had turned her body into a dripping fountain of natural vaginal discharge. The sticky, clear fluid oozed from deep inside her like warm, viscous honey, coating her swollen, puffy folds until they glistened obscenely. A slow, thick strand of it hung from her entrance, swinging gently as she settled her weight.

Misaki’s right hand slid between her own thighs. Two thick fingers parted her slick, tender pussy lips with deliberate, filthy care. More of the creamy vaginal discharge immediately oozed out—hot, slippery, and heavily scented—coating her fingers in a shiny, sticky sheen. She pulled her folds apart wider, exposing the glistening pink insides that pulsed and clenched with need. Then, slowly, torturously, she lowered her soaked cunt straight down onto Haruto’s face.

The moment her pussy lips brushed his upper lip, the sticky, warm fluid dripped.

It landed first on his top lip, then another thick glob rolled down his chin, connecting her dripping pussy to his sleeping mouth in a glistening, obscene bridge of clear, viscous liquid. The scent exploded around them—musky, sweet, tangy, the unmistakable aroma of a well-fucked woman’s cunt mixed with her own sweat and hormones. Haruto’s nose twitched in his sleep. His lips parted slightly, a soft, unconscious whimper vibrating against her folds.

Then his mouth opened.

In his dream he was back on the balcony with Jennifer—her soft, warm pussy pressing down on his face, the salty, warm piss he had just swallowed still on his tongue. His tongue instinctively slid out and dragged upward along her slit, tasting the salty-sweet mess of her.

But Misaki’s cunt wasn’t Jennifer’s piss. It was something far filthier.

Her soft, tender, juicy folds—warm, slippery, and drenched in her natural vaginal discharge—pressed directly onto his mouth. Haruto’s eyes were still closed, but his tongue reacted like it had a mind of its own. It pushed past the puffy outer lips and buried itself inside her dripping hole, lapping greedily at the thick, creamy discharge that kept flowing. He sucked. Hard. Wet. Hungry.

The first long, slow suck pulled a thick, salty-sweet string of her vaginal fluid into his mouth. He swallowed it with a deep, rumbling groan that vibrated straight through her pussy. Another load followed—hotter, thicker, more potent. His lips sealed around her clit, sucking the swollen pearl into his mouth while his tongue flicked and swirled inside her tight, fluttering entrance. He drank the discharge like it was the sweetest nectar on earth. The sloppy, wet sounds of his mouth sucking her cunt echoed in the quiet room—schlurp... schlurp... gluck-gluck—as he drank her down in long, greedy swallows.

Misaki’s head fell back. A broken, high-pitched moan tore from her throat as the pleasure crashed over her like a tidal wave.

"Fuuuuck... yes... just like that... suck my pussy, Haruto..."

She started to move.

Up and down. Slow, deep rolls of her hips, grinding her dripping cunt harder against his mouth. Every time she lifted, her swollen folds parted and a fresh wave of vaginal discharge oozed out, dripping in thick ropes onto his chin and neck. She pushed down again, smothering his face in her hot, juicy flesh. His tongue pushed deeper, fucking into her while his lips sucked her clit in rhythmic pulses. Her thighs trembled around his head, squeezing him tighter, fucking his face with her cunt as she rode his mouth like a desperate woman.

Even though Haruto was still completely asleep, his body was responding like he had woken up.

His cock—still soft but now thickening rapidly under the heat and scent of her dripping pussy—jerked and twitched between his legs. A fresh bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip, coating his thigh. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her down harder onto his face, as if trying to bury himself deeper. His tongue kept working—lapping, sucking, swallowing—while his lips sealed around her clit, sucking it in time with her rolls. The wet, filthy sounds grew louder as he drank more and more of her natural fluids. Every swallow pulled another thick, creamy load from her cunt, flooding his mouth until his cheeks bulged slightly.

Misaki felt like she was floating.

The pleasure was indescribable—better than any orgasm she had ever had. Her pussy was on fire, pulsing, clenching around his tongue. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every tiny movement of his jaw. The taste of her own vaginal discharge—salty, tangy, musky—filled her mouth as she leaned forward and kissed him again, feeding him more of her saliva while he sucked her cunt.

She rode his face faster now, hips rolling in filthy, desperate circles. Her juices were everywhere—coating his lips, dripping down his neck, soaking his chin, pooling on the sheet beneath his head. The connection between her pussy and his mouth was a wet, glistening thread of her own sticky discharge. She pushed down hard, smothering him completely, her swollen folds sealing around his nose and mouth as she ground her clit against his tongue.

"Drink it... swallow every drop... fuck, you’re such a good boy even in your sleep..."

Haruto’s body answered with another deep groan that made her thighs shake. His cock was rock-hard now, throbbing against his stomach, the head shiny and leaking steadily. His hands squeezed her ass so hard it left marks, pulling her down harder, fucking her face with his mouth while he drank her like a starving man.

Misaki’s moans turned into desperate, breathy cries as the orgasm built inside her like a slow-burning fuse.

She was lost in him now. Completely. Irrevocably. And the tiny, sleeping young man beneath her—still unaware of the psychiatrist who had just locked herself in his cupboard earlier—was about to swallow the filthiest, most addictive load of her natural fluids he had ever tasted.

Everyone will have one question in their mind: even though Misaki is kissing Haruto while he is asleep, and Misaki is sitting over Haruto’s face with her dripping pussy while Haruto is sucking her pussy in his sleep, why doesn’t Haruto wake up?

First of all, sex is a normal thing for Haruto. Having sex with a girl is not a big thing to him. It has become a basic part of his daily life, something he has grown naturally accustomed to over time.

He is also used to sucking pussies and boobs. For him, this behavior has become his body’s basic default mode. Even when he is asleep, his body may naturally continue these familiar actions without him consciously realizing what he is doing. However, this doesn’t mean Haruto is like a robot. It simply means that his body has become so accustomed to sexual activities that certain reactions can occur naturally, even without his conscious awareness.

However, because of the psychological changes caused by his past trauma, Haruto’s body and mind will eventually begin to forget the sensations associated with sex over time. The feelings and sensations of sex will gradually vanish from his awareness, only to bloom again when his sexual mind is triggered.

Because of his past trauma, Haruto also forgets certain things related to sex. Suppose he has had sex with a girl today. If he doesn’t have any further sexual contact with her for months, the memory of that sexual experience may eventually disappear from his mind.

Somehow, his mind gradually makes the events of sex disappear when he no longer touches, talks to, or has sex with the girl involved. As a result, when he encounters that girl or experiences intimacy with her again, everything may feel new to him, almost as though he is experiencing it for the first time.

This is one of the strange psychological effects of Haruto’s past trauma. His sexual desires remain a natural part of his daily life, yet his memories and awareness of those experiences can gradually fade away. When his sexual mind is triggered again, those feelings may bloom once more, making familiar experiences feel strangely new.

Haruto has a big dick, big balls, and stores a huge amount of cum in his body. His body produces an enormous amount of cum and sex energy, causing his sexual urges to become unusually intense. However, producing and maintaining such an enormous amount of sexual energy also drains his stamina, putting additional strain on his body.

But this is also a sickness and an imbalance in Haruto’s body. His body produces an excessive amount of cum and sex energy beyond what his body can naturally balance, creating an unusual condition that affects both his physical and psychological state.

This imbalance is also connected to the psychological impacts on Haruto’s mind and is related to his forget syndrome. The abnormal condition of his body, combined with the psychological changes caused by his past trauma, affects how his mind processes and retains certain memories, particularly those related to sex. As a result, his excessive sexual urges, declining stamina, psychological changes, and forget syndrome are all interconnected aspects of Haruto’s unusual condition.