"It's gotten bigger again! Does it hurt?" She reached out and touched me there, then gasped. "Ah, it's so hot."

The moment her soft, delicate little hand made contact, my blood surged and my entire body burned.

"Don't—don't touch." The sensation nearly made me lose control, and I instinctively moved her hand away.

Arielle looked like a little rabbit who'd done something wrong, gazing at me meekly. "Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Seeing her so adorably clueless, I was overjoyed inside and decided to guide her properly.

"You did hurt me. So what do you think you should do about it?"

Arielle's face crumpled in grievance. "I didn't mean to. What do you want me to do?"

Summoning my courage, I took off my pants, leaving just my boxers on.

"I have a tumor here. If you use your mouth to help me hold it, the pain will go away."

After I said that, Arielle stared at me with wide-eyed curiosity. Seeing the bulge in my boxers, she couldn't help but say, "Your tumor really is huge. Feel mine—it's completely flat, nothing there."

I swallowed hard and reached my hand down below her waist.

It was soft and tender, especially the slit—so tight that one touch told me it had never been opened.

I pushed my finger inside, pressing hard.

Arielle's cheeks suddenly flushed, and a sweet, breathy moan escaped her lips.

"Ah, that feels so good. My whole body feels hot."

This girl might be simple, but she still had all the right physical reactions. I was over the moon.

I pulled my hand out and pretended to be clueless. "There's really nothing there."

Then I went ahead and took off my boxers. An enormous length suddenly sprang free, standing right in front of Arielle's eyes.

"Be a good girl, Arielle. Help me suck it. Suck it out, and the pain will go away."

Arielle stared at it in shock, then slowly crouched down, her little face inching closer.

I could feel the warmth of her breath. My heart pounded with nervousness, my whole body aching with tension.

Even though I'd often done it myself, I was still a virgin—I'd never experienced anything like this before.

As Arielle moved closer, my legs went weak and started trembling.

Just as she was about to make contact, she suddenly stood up and refused, shaking her head.

"Your tumor looks really scary. And it smells weird. I don't want to suck it."

Seeing her so determined to say no, I felt a wave of disappointment. All I could do was coax her patiently. "Are you really going to just watch me suffer? Help me suck it, and I'll buy you ice cream, okay?"

At the mention of ice cream, Arielle's face lit up with excitement.

"Arielle loves ice cream the most. I want Ben & Jerry's."

Ben & Jerry's only costs a few bucks. Spend a little on ice cream, and in return get the service of that little mouth? Such a bargain.

I pulled out my phone and quickly ordered a cup.

Before long, the ice cream arrived. Arielle wrapped her little lips around the ice cream stick, and the sight of her like that made my whole body burn—I wanted her to wrap them around me just the same.

As she swallowed, her chest rose and fell. Those round, full mounds bounced with every lick.

I reached out and grabbed one. A soft, springy sensation filled my palm—it felt absolutely incredible.

Arielle flinched backward. "You're so naughty. I'm just eating my ice cream, and you're already messing with me."

I mimicked her tone. "Arielle, do you have tumors there too? Look at me—it's completely flat. Nothing at all."

To my surprise, she lifted her shirt, and two pale pink, plump bunnies popped out. She hadn't been wearing anything underneath.

"I have two tumors here too," she said. "You suck mine, and I'll suck yours."

I couldn't help myself. Both hands came to rest gently on top of them.

Two little pink nipples rolled beneath my palms, rubbed back and forth. The sensation was absolutely incredible.

Not just the softness—but the fine, threadlike texture beneath my fingers, pulsing and alive in my hands.

I kept gulping, again and again, greedily drinking in every inch of Arielle's body.

And Arielle—her expression showed she was actually enjoying being touched. Her eyes fluttered half-closed, her breath coming in soft little gasps.

I lowered my head and began to suck.

Her body jolted. A moan spilled from her lips, again and again. "How can this feel so good… ahhh…"

Her scent was intoxicating. I grazed my teeth lightly against her, and Arielle trembled even harder. She clung to me, pressing my face deep into her chest.

After I'd had my fill, I pushed Arielle down by the head, pinning her beneath me.

I pulled myself out and shoved it right up to her lips.

Arielle stared up at me with dazed eyes, refusing to open her mouth.

I pried her little lips apart with my fingers and forced myself inside.

Arielle let out a muffled, pained whimper, struggling to pull away. I held her head down firmly with my hand. Then I began to move—slowly, back and forth.

Her mouth was so soft and tender. That warm, wet heat wrapped tightly around me.

Every cell in my body felt ready to explode.

Arielle thrashed wildly, wrenching herself free from my grip. Clutching her mouth, she sobbed, her voice breaking.

"Your tumor tastes awful. I'm not helping you suck it."

With that, she clamped a hand over her mouth and ran to the bathroom.

She didn't even shut the door. Right there in full view, she stripped off all her clothes and started showering.

From the doorway, I watched her—her tantalizing body, every curve and hollow, so smooth, so soft.

Water beaded down her skin. And then, she reached her hand down between her legs. She started touching herself, still breathing in short little gasps.

I was mesmerized. The thing she'd had in her mouth just moments ago was now painfully swollen.

Soon, Arielle stepped out of the bathroom, completely naked. Her cheeks were flushed. Her face held a hungry, unsatisfied look.

"It feels like ants are crawling inside me down there. It's so uncomfortable. Am I about to get a tumor too?"

Seeing her like that, how could I hold back any longer? I scooped her up and carried her back to the bed.

She lay down, one hand still touching herself between her legs.

"When you touched me there before, it felt so good. Will you touch me again?"

I moved between her thighs. "Let me suck it for you. Then it won't hurt anymore."

Before I'd even finished speaking, Arielle had already spread her legs on her own. I looked at that smooth, tender place—not a single hair.

I lowered my head gently, pressed my face in, and stuck out my tongue.

Using everything I'd learned from watching videos, I went down on Arielle like crazy.

Her stomach heaved wildly up and down. Her thighs trembled.

"Why… why is it so itchy? Can you… use more force?"

I couldn't take it anymore. In three swift moves, I tore off my own clothes and climbed on top of Arielle.

She looked down at me. "Your tumor sticks out. And mine… mine is hollow. Try putting it inside."

Of course I knew exactly what that meant. But her mom had just asked me to take care of her daughter—and this was how I was doing it.

By now, Arielle's body couldn't wait any longer. She squirmed, on the verge of tears.

"Please! Please help me. It itches so badly."

I looked at her ripe, glistening lips and kissed her hard.

The moment those soft lips touched mine, every bone in my body felt like ants were crawling over it—a maddening itch. Especially down there. The pressure was unbearable.

No more thinking. I arched my back, lined myself up with Arielle's bud.