Chapter 219 - 218 : I Don’t Wear Pads

Chapter 219: Chapter 218 : I Don’t Wear Pads

The days had been passing quietly and beautifully with Jennifer.

They woke up every morning naked together. Shower after shower. Oral sex that lasted for hours. Times when they drank each other’s piss while standing under the warm spray. They cooked naked, ate naked, kissed naked. They never felt the need to cover themselves. Their bodies were completely free with each other.

One morning, as soft sunlight was just rising and painting the tiny apartment in warm gold, Haruto woke up from a deep sleep.

He felt something warm and sticky on his right thigh.

He opened his eyes and looked down.

Blood.

Fresh, bright red blood was smeared across his thigh — thick, sticky, and still slightly warm. It had soaked into the blanket and stained the white sheet beneath him in a long, uneven trail.

Haruto sat up quickly.

"Jenny... wake up. There’s blood on my thigh."

Jennifer stirred beside him, her naked body warm and soft. She blinked sleepily, then sat up and looked down at his leg. Her eyes widened.

"Oh... that’s my period," she said softly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She looked between her own legs. Her pussy was completely soaked — the soft folds glistening red with fresh blood. The blood had run down her thighs and mixed with the dried cum, staining the sheets beneath her in dark, messy patches.

"I felt it last night," she continued, voice calm. "But I didn’t notice. It’s all over the bed now. Our sheets are ruined."

Haruto stared at the blood on her pussy and on his own thigh. The metallic smell was faint but unmistakable.

She stood up slowly, still completely naked, and walked to the bathroom.

Haruto watched her go. Something in his chest felt strange.

"Clean yourself and wear some pads," he said gently.

Jennifer turned back at the doorway, a small, almost playful smile on her lips.

"Pads? I don’t wear pads."

She kept talking while she rinsed herself under the shower.

"I always stay naked at home when I’m alone. When my period blood comes, I just let it slide over my pussy and down my thighs. I don’t wipe. I don’t put anything on. I let it drip and fall to the ground. It feels exactly like when I piss — warm, flowing, messy. And even when I masturbate during my period... I love using the blood. It makes everything so much slimy and more intense."

She turned the water off and stepped back into the bedroom, still naked, blood still glistening on her thighs and pussy.

"I don’t know why I like it so much," she said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "It’s painful... but the blood feels so real. So warm. So mine. That’s why I never wear pads. I want to feel everything — the pain, the wetness, the blood. I want to feel like I’m standing and pissing my period blood out of me."

Haruto sat there, completely naked, listening. The blood on his thigh was drying now, turning dark and sticky. Something about her words felt wrong.

Period was painful. Everyone knew that. But the way she talked about it — the way she loved masturbating with it, the way she wanted to feel it dripping and falling — it sounded darker than he had imagined.

He respected women. He respected their bodies. But this... this felt like something more dangerous than normal.

Jennifer’s mind was going deeper and darker than he had ever thought possible.

And for the first time, he wondered if he had truly understood the woman he was sleeping with.

The morning light was soft and warm when Haruto finished eating breakfast in Jennifer’s kitchen. The simple meal — fresh onigiri, miso soup, and barley tea — had tasted perfectly normal. He had just watched Jennifer’s pussy spread open and drip fresh blood while he sat inches away. The image was burned into his head.

After breakfast, they both sat on the floor of the living room, completely naked. The sunlight poured in through the large windows, painting their bodies in golden light. Jennifer leaned her back against Haruto’s chest, her legs stretched out in front of her, her head resting on his shoulder.

She turned her face slightly and looked up at him.

"Ever seen how period blood comes out from a pussy, Haruto?"

Haruto shook his head.

"No... even I’ve never watched any porn about it."

Jennifer’s eyes sparkled with a strange mix of excitement and darkness. She slowly spread her legs wider, then brought both hands between them.

"Then watch me now. How period blood comes out from a pussy."

She gently parted her outer lips with two fingers, holding them open so he could see everything clearly under the morning sunlight. The soft folds were already glistening. Haruto leaned closer, his face only a few centimetres from her open entrance.

That was when it happened.

Jennifer exhaled slowly, her belly tightening.

The first warm, thick stream of blood shot out of her pussy — bright red, heavy, and powerful. It wasn’t thin and slow. It was a strong, steady jet that sprayed across the floor in front of her. The blood hit the floor boards with a soft plop and began to spread outward in a widening pool, mixing with her natural juices. The second jet followed immediately, a little weaker but still forceful, landing right beside the first. The third and fourth streams came in shorter bursts, each one adding more blood to the growing dark red puddle.

The blood kept coming in powerful, rhythmic pulses — like a small waterfall of fresh menstrual blood pouring out of her pussy. It ran down her inner thighs, dripped from her asshole, and created a thick, sticky layer on the floor beneath her. The metallic smell was faint but unmistakable. Jennifer’s body trembled slightly as she watched the blood flow, her fingers still holding her folds open, her eyes half-lidded with a strange, intense pleasure.

Haruto stared, mesmerized.

The blood was coming out so forcefully... so much of it... soaking the floor around her knees.

Jennifer let out a soft, satisfied moan.

"See?" she whispered. "This is how it really comes out... powerful and messy."

Then she smiled, a slow, wicked smile.

"And now... I want you to masturbate too."

She kept her fingers holding her pussy open, blood still dripping onto the floor.

"Touch your cock. Start masturbating. I want to watch both of us masturbating together while my period blood is still pouring out on the floor."

Haruto’s hand moved before his mind could catch up.

He wrapped his fingers around his thick cock and began to stroke slowly, the head already wet with precum. Jennifer’s blood kept flowing — thick, bright red streams spraying onto the wood in front of her, soaking the floor in a growing pool while she watched him stroke his cock with the other hand.

The two of them were now naked together on the floor, masturbating in front of each other while fresh menstrual blood poured out of Jennifer’s pussy and soaked the floor between them.

The room filled with the wet sounds of Haruto’s hand stroking his cock and the rhythmic plop-plop-plop of Jennifer’s period blood hitting the floor.

And neither of them could look away.

Her pussy was fully exposed, the soft pink folds glistening and parted. Fresh, bright red menstrual blood was still pouring out of her in thick, powerful streams — the same rhythmic jets she had shown him only minutes earlier. Each spurt landed heavily on the floor in front of her, creating a growing dark red puddle that slowly spread outward and mixed with her natural juices.

Haruto’s hand was already moving fast. His cock was rock-hard, the veins standing out, the head swollen and purple. He rubbed the head quickly against her outer lips, coating it in her blood and juices.

Then he moved forward.

He positioned himself directly over her pussy folds, the thick shaft resting right against the sensitive skin. The head of his cock nearly pressed firmly between her outer lips, right at the entrance.

Jennifer moaned softly, her voice trembling with anticipation.

"Cum over my pussy fold... cum directly on me."

Haruto’s hips jerked forward. The swollen head of his cock pushed slightly farher of her folds, then he came.

Thick, powerful ropes of hot cum erupted straight from his cock in strong, continuous jets. The first heavy load landed directly on her swollen clit and inner folds, coating the small raised bumps that were still visible on her skin. The second and third ropes followed immediately, spraying across the entire area — first the outer lips, then the entrance, then the soft skin around the tiny pimples. Cum poured over her pussy in thick, creamy white streams, mixing instantly with her period blood and turning the entire area into a glossy, obscene mess. Some cum ran down her inner thighs, some splattered onto her stomach, and even a few drops landed on the floor between her knees.

The warm, heavy fluid kept coming in strong pulses until Haruto’s orgasm finally faded. Only then did he pull his cock back.

Jennifer’s body was shaking with pleasure. She continued masturbating with two fingers, rubbing her cum-soaked pussy while fresh menstrual blood continued to drip from her entrance. The thick white cum mixed with her blood, making the area look even messier and darker. Her fingers slid easily through the slippery mixture.

Then the orgasm hit her.

Jennifer’s thighs trembled violently. A powerful jet of her own juices squirted out of her pussy, mixing with Haruto’s cum and spraying hard onto the wooden floor in front of her. The white cum and red blood created a chaotic, glistening pool beneath her as she came hard, her body arching and her heavy breasts bouncing with every strong contraction.

Haruto watched in stunned silence, his cock still hard and dripping, completely lost in the intense.