This choice: While the game loads, Jisoo makes her bed and discovers you. • Go Back...Chapter #6Wet nurse by proxy by: Juliet   Illuminated LCD lights crawled forward through a rectangular progress bar. The idol’s chair creaked as she leaned back and chugged down half of her beer can. She squeezed the aluminum tightly and felt it crinkle and cave in her grip. The setting sun made her desktop the solitary source of light in her room, less than four columns of pixels filling the hollow square in the corner of her monitor. Jisoo let out an impatient sigh. The beer can loudly clanked onto her desk and she spun toward her bed, observing, “I can’t believe I let myself be so messy.”
She stood and shuffled to the unmade mattress. You were still skittering across it like a fleeing roach prepared to throw yourself from the edge of the bed and toward the approaching legs of your Goddess. Jisoo put one hand on her hip and glanced back at her drink then reached back to it to exaggeratedly slam the second half then crushed the can in her hand and tossed it into a deskside bin where it clattered against other derelict vessels. Another can was brought forth from her mini-fridge which sizzled as carbonation escaped the rupturing metal orifice. She slurped at foam and crouched over her computer to confirm its continued loading and jiggled her mouse to keep it awake. There was more than enough time to make the bed, for sure.
You teetered at the edge and considered either jumping toward her or grabbing her attention… both felt dangerous, but you were enthralled with a dissolutive sense of desire that clouded your judgment and pushed any concerns for your safety into an inaccessible corner of your cognition. No, you kept repeating to yourself in your mind, I can’t hide. I have to get noticed, I have to…!
“Eek!” Jisoo yelped, eyes locked on the twitching creature that bounced up and down on her blanket. “What the hell is that?” A misshapen little thing like no other, the insect stood on its hind legs and was disembodied from its wings so it gestured toward the air like an over aspirational flightless bird. Its chirps were drawn out into two syllables, rising and falling, almost legible. As it cried out, she listened, following with her own words, “Ji… Ji-shu?” She laughed and bent over the thing.
It wasn’t a bug at all. Some little person was calling for her! “Is that really a person?,” she inquired, squinting to identify your naked form. Indeed it was some trembling speck of a human that was clamoring for her attention, surely a castaway in need of her help.
“Yes, yes! I’m a person! D- Do you hear me?!,” you responded. She nodded in response, her face in an expression of confused shock. How incredible someone could be so tiny! Regardless of the logistics of such a fantastical sight being before her, she couldn’t help but feel like this miniature person was… cute?
“Oh my…” she put a hand to her cheek and stared at you lovingly. “You’re so quiet, I can just barely make you out. Can I…” she knelt lower and extended a hand like a grand platform at the precipice of her bedside, “Can I pick you up, little guy?”
You awkwardly stumbled toward the hand and tumbled off the mattress into her palm. With finger she poked at you, rolling you onto your back as she sat back at her computer desk and quickly shook her mouse again. “I can’t believe this, wow, you really are, like, a miniature person. This can’t be real…”
You laid on your back in the warmth of her hand. “I know. I… I was at home and then I was here, and, and,” you rapidly stuttered and tripped over words as you shook with excitement and a burgeoning lust toward the idol that now cradled you.
She cut off your stilted words, “Shhhh… I know, I know. You’re safe now.” The gentle smile on her face made your heart melt as you were lost without words to respond.
Jisoo pressed a finger into you again, lightly stroking your chest. The digit ran upward and settled on your lips. It was a pudgy wall of silky skin that tickled your cheek as it settled over your mouth. Unable to control yourself, you caressed it with two hands and latched your mouth onto the finger and began to suck. As if she’d expected this exactly, Jisoo held back a soft giggle and whispered to you, “There, there. Do you feel better now?”
The finger retracted and pulled a sticky string of saliva from the corner of your drooling mouth. You looked into Jisoo’s eyes, your own now red and beginning to tear up as they bulged and scanned up and down the features of her delicate face. Words failed you, but after a protracted silence you could mumble out, “Yes…”
A blast of audio erupted from a speaker behind you and you screamed. As you clutched your ears Jisoo snorted and burst out laughing at your convulsing form. Her game had finished loading and now sat at a menu orchestrated by triumphant music. Even when the ringing subsided and you could hear again, the idol was still mid-laughter and finding it difficult to breathe. You tried to berate her and cried out for her to stop, but it only seemed to amuse her more.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I forgot that my game was loading. I hope your ears aren’t hurt, you poor thing…”
“I’m okay, but…”
Jisoo cut you off, “Good. Now, you can stay here on my desk and watch me play if you want,” she grabbed her mostly-full beer and took a swig, “We’re going to find out what to do with you tomorrow, okay?”
Although you would have preferred her undivided attention, your own weakness toward Jisoo had demonstrated who was truly in charge here. You remained silent as she deposited you beside her mouse and focused on her computer screens, putting on a pair of headphones. The occasional clicks and tapping at her keyboard became oddly comforting.
You watched her hand guide her mouse around with a particular acuity until your own boredom and lack of self control compelled you to return to the warmth of your Goddess. Jisoo smirked as a gentle tickle ran up her finger and a wet sensation returned beneath the tip of her pinky. You’d attached yourself to the finger and clung to it, nursing at the appendage with an expression of bliss on your face. Maybe it’d be harder to ignore the thing than she’d thought.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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