Kiho-san

Synopsis

She sat on a bench in the street, the very picture of a “literary girl” straight out of a textbook. Large black-framed glasses, navy knit sweater, plaid skirt, hair loosely tied back. Demure appearance, yet her chest strained against the knit so noticeably that every page turn caught my eye. Her voice was criminally cute—slightly nasal and sweet, like a whisper in my ear. She held a worn paperback erotic novel, the cover reading “Forbidden…” “I like reading out loud…” she said, face flushed. “Would you mind if…”

In the room, she shyly opened the book. “…He trailed his lips along her white throat…mmh…slowly, his tongue…” Her small voice trembled, sweet and breathy, making my ears burn. With each page turn, her chest bounced, her eyes glistening behind her glasses. “…Ah…no, not there, I’m feeling it…that spot is bad…” Her voice pitched higher, responding to her own reading. She pressed her thighs together, breathing harder. “…This is so embarrassing…” She closed the book, looking down—but her eyes were completely melted, her lips quivering.

When he pushed deep, her voice transformed completely. “Ohohhh…! Ohooooh…!” Glasses slipped, hair disheveled, that cute literary girl voice replaced by something primal and obscene. “Ahh…I’m making sounds, can’t stop…!” Tears streaming, hips thrusting wildly—a beast’s cry entirely different from her sweet reading voice. “Deeper, more…ohhh literature doesn’t matter anymore…destroy me…!” Until morning, he made her vocalize “oh” over and over, having her read aloud every page of her erotica.

There’s nothing more dangerous than a girl with a cute face and voice hiding a truly perverted side.