052: Saving water
**Chapter 52**
“Aahhh~”
The sound left me before I could stop it. Sara had taken me deeper this time, and at the same moment, she pressed the flat of her tongue firmly against the underside of my cock, licking upward in a slow, wet stroke while she sucked. The dual sensation, tight heat around the head and the deliberate drag of her tongue along the shaft, pulled a full-body shiver out of me. I kept my hand light on the back of her head, careful not to push farther than she could comfortably handle. She was still learning, and the last thing I wanted was to choke or hurt her.
Her mouth was warm, a little messy, and completely earnest. Every time she sank down, she made a soft, wet sound; every time she pulled back, she left a glistening trail of saliva. I watched the way her lips stretched around me and felt the slow build of pressure at the base of my spine grow heavier with each pass.
When the edge became impossible to ignore, I gave her a clear warning, voice already rough.
“I’m gonna cum, Sara.”
She didn’t pull away. If anything, she moved faster, cheeks hollowing, eyes flicking up to meet mine as if to say she wanted everything. The first pulse hit hard.
“Ugh—”
I came deep in her mouth with a low, guttural sound, hips jerking once as the release tore through me. Thick ropes flooded her tongue and the back of her throat. I held her gently in place while she swallowed what she could and coughed softly around the rest. Some of it spilled from the corner of her lips and ran down her chin in a slow, white line.
[You have ejaculated]
[EXP +5]
[You have received a blowjob]
[Coins +200]
[Sara Miller has consumed your essence]
[Amount digested is insufficient]
[Please feed her more for the intended effect]
[Ejaculation: 2\5]
The aftershocks faded in gradual waves, leaving my legs slightly unsteady. When I was finally empty, Sara released me with a wet *pwah* and immediately began cleaning me with long, careful strokes of her tongue. She licked the overly sensitive head in slow circles, then worked her way down the shaft, gathering every drop that had landed on my balls or her own face. The entire time her eyes stayed locked on mine. That steady, unblinking gaze was almost more intense than the physical sensation; it kept me from softening completely even after such a strong release.
She finished, sat back on her heels, and gave a small, slightly shy smile.
“So… I guess we’re official, huh?”
Hope flared bright and sudden in my chest. “We are?”
Sara shook her head, the smile turning gentler and more complicated. “You know what we did wasn’t okay, right?”
I exhaled slowly and nodded. The disappointment landed heavier than I expected.
“I’m not asking to end this,” she continued, voice quiet but firm. “I want whatever this is to keep going. The touching, the nights, all of it. But we can’t take it any further than we already have, not into something real, not into a relationship. I need you to understand that.”
I nodded again, even though the words sat like a stone in my stomach. “Whatever you decide is fine with me.”
I meant it. Forcing anything on her, labels, expectations, a future she wasn’t ready for, was never an option. If the only thing she could give me right now were the physical side, because anything more felt too wrong to her, then I would take that and try to be grateful. The gratitude and the disappointment lived side by side in my chest, neither one canceling the other out.
The emotional weight of the conversation was strong enough that my cock finally softened. Sara noticed. The atmosphere between us shifted within a few seconds, turning awkward and a little fragile. She sighed and reached out to brush her fingers lightly against my wrist.
“I think we both need some time to process everything on our own,” she said. “Then we can figure out where to go from here. Okay?”
I only nodded. My mood had already soured, and I didn’t trust my voice not to give away how much the boundary stung. She waited a moment longer, as if hoping I might say something else, then quietly gathered her clothes, checked the hallway twice, and slipped out. It was still early, but the risk of someone seeing her leave my room, especially after the story I had given Aunt Elise the night before about having a girl over, was too high to ignore.
The entire exchange had been so abrupt and emotionally loaded that I completely forgot to bring up the awakening. The one small practical mercy was that the pregnancy conversation no longer felt urgent. Her boundaries had already been stated clearly, and I doubted they would change anytime soon.
Still, the practical problem of protection remained. I did not want children yet, and I also did not want to rely on ordinary condoms every single time. I opened the system shop.
The first items that appeared were exactly what I had been hoping for.
[Baby blocker]
[Type: Item (Consumable)]
[Rank: D]
[Effect: Stops a woman from getting pregnant during intercourse.
If charged by mana, can work up to five times]
[Cost: 2000 coins]
[Every five times it has been used, the item would require the user to spend 100 coins before the user can use the item again]
It was a simple necklace, and according to the description and details from the system, it would turn invisible once worn. I was conflicted about buying it, since it was a consumable item, and it would cost me coins every time, coins I didn’t have a lot of. The system had that function, so I checked it, but all it said was that the system would confirm pregnancy with me because it involved certain supernatural measures.
I stared at the description for a long moment and let out another quiet breath. The idea of being able to finish inside without constant worry was almost enough to lift the heaviness left by Sara’s words. Almost.
Sex with the cousin I actually loved had somehow managed to make the entire subject feel complicated and heavy in a way casual encounters never had. I had not expected that.
I stood and headed for the guest bathroom attached to my room, only to find the water completely dead. The taps produced nothing but air. Aunt Elise had mentioned once that the guest bathrooms ran on a separate tank from the main family ones. I decided not to bother her this early and walked down the hall to the main bathroom on the same floor instead. My thoughts were still tangled enough with Sara’s boundary and the system notifications that I forgot the most basic rule of shared living and opened the door without knocking.
“Ah!”
The short, startled scream died the moment the person inside registered who it was. I did not panic either once I saw the same fact.
Sasha stood in front of the mirror, one leg slightly raised, in the middle of sliding a pair of plain cotton panties down her thighs. The side view was enough to stop my thoughts cold: the soft curve of her breast, the pink nipple already slightly tight from the cool air, the smooth line of her waist. My cock, which had gone completely soft after the conversation with Sara, stirred and began to harden again inside my pants.
She finished removing the underwear, stepped out of it, and planted both hands on her hips. Completely bare now, she raised an eyebrow at me.
“Are you gonna come in or what?”
“Why didn’t you lock the door?” I asked, still half in the doorway.
“I did lock it.” She glanced at the handle, then frowned. The metal was bent, and the lock mechanism was clearly broken. My eyes widened as the realization hit: I had been so distracted walking in that I had used more strength than intended and snapped the handle.
“That’s…” I started, then stopped. There was no good explanation that did not involve admitting something supernatural.
“Was there already a problem with the handle?” I tried instead.
“No idea,” Sasha said, clearly unconcerned. “Why aren’t you using your own bathroom?”
“No water.”
“Ahh.” Understanding crossed her face. “Tank’s probably empty. Give me a minute—I’ll fix it.”
She pulled her clothes back on while I watched every second of the process, the way the fabric slid over her breasts, the brief flash of her bare ass before the shorts covered it. She then left the bathroom and went downstairs. A short time later she returned, looking mildly pleased with herself.
“Done. Give it about ten minutes to fill.” She started to step back into the bathroom, noticed the broken lock again, and sighed. “Actually, I’m using yours. This one is useless now.”
I nodded. We walked back to my room together in comfortable silence. The moment the door closed behind us, Sasha began stripping again without any hesitation or false modesty. Shirt, shorts, and underwear all hit the floor until she stood completely naked in the middle of the room, skin still carrying the faint warmth of sleep.
“What was that thing called again? Saving water or something.”
She pretended to think, one finger against her lower lip, while I stared openly at the soft curves of her body, the full, perky shape of her breasts, the slight inward curve of her waist, the smooth mound between her thighs, and the round, firm swell of her ass. The delay was deliberate, and we both knew it.
“Whatever,” she said at last, shaking her head with a small, knowing smile. “Come on, Tyler. We’re going to save some water today and help the planet.”
She did not need to explain further. She simply turned and walked into the bathroom, hips swaying with every unhurried step. The firm, rounded shape of her ass moved left and right in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that made coherent thought temporarily difficult.
Only when she disappeared from view did the trance break. I stripped in one efficient motion, dumping every piece of clothing straight into the inventory, and followed her as if something were chasing me.
Inside the bathroom, the air was already warm and humid. Sasha stood under the shower spray, water cascading over her shoulders and down the length of her back. She was on her toes, both hands braced against the tiled wall, spine arched, and ass presented in a clear, unmistakable invitation. She looked over her shoulder with pure mischief in her eyes and gave a small, deliberate wiggle, making the soft flesh of her ass cheeks shift.
“Come on, Tyler,” she said, voice low and playful over the sound of the water. “You have some work to do.”