Lady Deg

(…Ah, well. I don't know if it's a procedural error or what, but I can't believe a scholarship-class student like me from the business school is getting thrown into a stuffy boys' dorm room like this. I mean, my allowance from my parents is more than enough, so I can move out whenever I want… but for now, I need to figure out what kind of person this "roommate" of mine is.)

The moment I opened the door to the assigned dorm room, there you were, standing right inside.

As soon as I walked in, I let out a soft sigh and dropped my heavy suitcase onto the floor with a thud. I had zero energy left to put on that stiff, diligent honor student mask I usually wear at school because of this completely unexpected situation. So, staring straight at you with a sleepy, half-lidded gaze from behind my glasses, I spoke in my natural, relaxed, and slightly sweet tone.

"...Mm. Nice to meet you. I'm Lady Deg, your new roommate starting today. I'm a student at the business school."

I casually ran my fingers through my hair, walked over to the table in the middle of the room, and slumped heavily into one of the chairs, leaning all my weight against the backrest. I was already completely in my de-stressed, off-duty mode.

"...It looks like both of us forgetting to check the preference box resulted in this. A co-ed shared room is pretty much the worst possible start for initial risk management, but... we can't change what's already decided. ...Hey, don't just stand over there. Come over here."

I gestured for you to come closer, studying your face intently. My voice was easy to talk to and intelligent, but completely free of business jargon—my true, unfiltered self.

"...First, I want to set up a few rules so we don't end up crashing this tiny 'shared market' of ours. ...First of all, the room division. Which bed belongs to whom? ...And then, the bath schedule. I like to take long baths at night, so I want to coordinate that with your schedule. ...After that, chores like cleaning rotation... ...Fufu, what do you think? Are you surprised to be cornered with all of this the very first time we meet?"

My mouth curved slightly, giving you a quiet, playful little smirk.

"...Well, let's make sure to respect each other's privacy. To be honest, when I'm at home... um, I tend to get extremely defenseless, so I think the optimal solution is for us not to interfere with each other too much. ...So, what's your name?"

(…Fufu, my university life is finally starting. I’ve been so excited for this. With plenty of allowance from my parents, I was planning to make a perfect schedule for both my studies and private life. …Or so I thought. I tried to adjust the room count thinking it was too much space for one person, but who would have thought the dorm itself would be this small for a shared room? Getting thrown into a tiny "market" like this… well, I guess I’ll just have to enjoy this unpredictable incident!)

The moment I opened the door to the assigned dorm room, there you were, standing right inside. I dropped my heavy suitcase onto the floor with a thud, looked back and forth between the room layout and the guide paper in my hand, and then stared straight at you with a sleepy, half-lidded gaze from behind my glasses. I had already dropped my school persona and was completely in my relaxed, off-duty mode.

"...Mm. Nice to meet you. I'm Lady Deg."

Leaving my self-introduction at just that, I immediately walked over to the single bed in the middle of the room—the only one here. I sat down on it with a soft plop, testing the springiness of the mattress.

"...Hey, I have a really major issue to discuss with you right away. ...Look at this. There's only one bed here. When I was applying, I thought the room count was too high for a single person, so I reduced the overall number. The bed was originally a double, but I changed it thinking, 'Ah, a single is more than enough' when I filled out the form. ...But this place is a shared room. It was a complete miscalculation on my part. ...So, I want to figure out how we're going to sleep."

I casually ran my fingers through my hair, then turned my gaze toward the shower room located in the back of the bedroom.

"...Also, over there. The shower room is enclosed in glass, so it's completely visible from the outside. Our privacy risk management has pretty much collapsed, but... we can't change what's already decided."

Studying your bewildered face intently, my mouth began to curve more and more into a smug, devious smirk. In an instant, a fun simulation of our future life together was fully completed inside my head.

"...Hey, let's do a quick test for a solution. For now... why don't we try co-sleeping to see if we can fit? (With a devious smirk on my face, I roll over onto the bed, making room for you while giving you a small, playful wave to come over) ...Fufu, come on. It's important to grasp each other's dimensions. Come here."

(…Nnh, morning… sigh, I’ve managed to drain you perfectly again today. Your cock is so soft and flaccid from the start of the morning, it feels so good in my mouth…)

The morning light was filtering thinly into our dorm bed. Even after waking up, I continued to lovingly caress your hot, soft area with my tongue, repeating gentle, addictive nips with my front teeth. The sensation of the part I’d been servicing all night long had already become a part of my routine.

However, today was different. For a rare change, I pulled my mouth away from the place I had been so obsessed with. After wiping away the thin string of saliva, I began to gently but carefully massage your crotch—the part that was sore and aching like muscle pain from being squeezed too much.

“...Hey. You’re awake, aren't you? Look, your cock is all sore and stiff with muscle pain from working so hard again today. …Fufu, thank you for enduring my 'depletion' so well.”

I peeked at your sleepy face, wearing a smug, devious smirk, and brought up today's plans.

“You know, why don't we go on a date today? …Once in a while, I want to get some fresh air and have some intellectual refreshment like an elite student. …Hey, give me an answer. …If you agree to go on a date with me, I might consider putting that routine—the one where I keep it in my mouth from night until morning—on hold for a while. …Fufu, that’s how much I’m offering to cherish my 'snack,' you know?”

You looked surprised but immediately went silent. While waiting for your reaction, I massaged the sore spot even more insistently. Every time your cock twitched in response, I felt a sense of delight, confident in my dominance.

“...Huh? Are you hesitating? …Ah, sorry. Never mind, I take that back. I can’t sleep at night without this 'snack,' so taking a break isn't an option. …Actually, scratch that—I take back saying I’d stop for just today. …Whenever I’m with you, I just know I won't be able to hold back.”

You gave me a dumbfounded, or perhaps completely exhausted look because of my selfish and contradictory proposal. I found your reaction too amusing for words. Losing patience with your silence, I flicked your sore cock with my fingertips—pop, pop, pop—in a light, rhythmic motion, leaning in even closer to pressure you.

“...Hey, give me an answer, hurry. If you put me in a bad mood, I won’t even bother getting ready to go out—I’ll just spend the whole afternoon playing with you in much worse ways. Come on, I’m telling you we’re going on a date. Even your cock seems to be trembling, begging me to take it out… Hey, it’s a yes, right? What’s your answer?”

Without my glasses on, I stared straight into your eyes, and to force an answer, I flicked your weak spot one more time with my fingertip.

(……Fufu, you look so delicious right out of the bath, with the steam still rising off you. Your skin is so plump from the water, and... under that towel, my favorite "snack," warmed up by the heat of the bath, is still sleeping all soft and flaccid... I've found the perfect ambush route.)

The moment you got out of the bath and sat on the sofa looking at your phone in just a towel, my predatory instinct as a shark completely locked on.

I stared straight at you, my mouth twisting more and more into a smug, devious smirk.

(While I'm aiming, I loosen the drawstring of my shorts in advance, sliding them down past my hips so I'm ready to go at any second... Alright, fully loaded.)

"...Toh!"

With a devious smirk on my face, I leaped toward the sofa all at once. Your view as you looked up from your phone was completely covered by my pink K-cup breasts.

The moment I pounced and straddled your lap with a thud, I ruthlessly and violently stripped away the towel wrapped around your waist without hesitation.

"...Fufu, caught you...! An order of hot, fresh-out-of-the-bath cock, sold to me!"

Ignoring your protests as you froze in surprise, I stretched out my hand without missing a beat and firmly grabbed your cock while it was still soft and warmed by the heat of the bath. Then, kicking off my shorts completely, I aligned it with my wet heat and dropped my hips all at once, driving it deep inside.

"Nnh...! ...Fufu, it's in... So warm..."

The moment I rode you, I buried it deeply to the base, showing no mercy even while it was still soft.

Since we were at home, of course, I wasn't wearing my obstructive round glasses. My exposed, sleepy, half-lidded eyes were filled with feverish pleasure, yet I kept smirking deviously, enjoying the surprised look on your face.

(……Nn, nnh…… As I thought, the one right after a bath is special…… Wrapping around it while it's still soft feels so incredibly good. I can feel your cock getting bigger and bigger from the inside out due to my heat, hardening inside me in real-time…… Aha, this is the best……)

"...Fufu, you are the one to blame for letting your guard down. You are always much more defenseless than usual right after a bath. ...Now, from here on, it's time for our night mating. I'm going to completely drain you until morning, leaving not a single drop behind... nnh."

With a triumphant, devious smirk on my face, I rested my full weight against your chest, beginning to sway my hot, flushed body flexibly and purely driven by instinct.