At Home (3)
I had never once forgotten that I used to be a man.
But maybe it was because of how lewd this body was…
As I touched Choi Deok-hun’s body, the revulsion I’d felt at first was steadily fading.
The sensation under my fingertips should have felt alien, yet somehow it was growing familiar.
Through his breathing, through the way his body trembled, I could tell he was enjoying himself.
“Heh heh heh. You’re getting better at this. More importantly, A-yeong.”
“…Yes. What is it.”
“Change your position so I can get a look at that ass.”
I was still wearing pants and panties, so I shifted without much hesitation.
The moment I turned, I felt his gaze lock onto me from behind.
That blatant stare clung to me, tracing over my skin as if it were physically touching me.
“…This should be enough, right.”
I tossed the words out casually, but there was no strength behind my voice.
“Hmm…”
A short, almost admiring breath reached my ears. At that single sound, my body reacted first.
The back of me prickled with awareness.
He hadn’t even touched me, yet it felt as if he had.
Why is this…
My breathing grew shallow. In that moment, Choi Deok-hun grabbed my ass hard.
“Hah…”
“Ohh. It’s not just big, is it.”
He wasn’t simply groping. He squeezed tight and pulled this way and that. Then…
Smack—
“Kyaah! Why are you hitting me.”
“Heh heh. An ass this springy needs a good spanking.”
He brought his palm down on my ass several times over the pants. Then, as if dissatisfied, he let out a grumbling sound.
“The pants are too thick. The sound’s not right.”
His hand reached for my waistband. My body flinched.
“No… you said you wouldn’t touch…”
“I’ll leave the panties for now.”
With those words came the rustle of fabric, and the waist of my pants went slack.
Cool air slipped inside. At the same time, a low chuckle drifted from behind me.
“Now I can see it properly.”
I turned my head and saw Choi Deok-hun swinging his arm up with force.
“Wait…!”
Slap—
A hot, stinging sensation hit me, completely different from before. The shock landed on a body already flushed with heat, and I couldn’t hold it in.
Squelch—
“Hnnngh…!”
A moan escaped as liquid leaked out in a trickle. Behind me came the sound of a sharp intake of breath.
“Hah… this is really…”
His voice dropped lower.
I held my breath for a second. The sensation that had just hit me refused to settle properly in my head.
…What the hell was that…
It had clearly been closer to pain.
Yet something deeper inside me burned even hotter. The strength in my arms, which had been holding me up, suddenly gave out.
“Hnh…”
I toppled forward. My face ended up buried right against Choi Deok-hun’s crotch.
That enormous cock filled my vision. For a moment I just stared, dazed.
If something that big went inside me, how good would it feel…
Ah… snap out of it…
The rising excitement made it hard to cling to reason. I needed to finish him off once, quickly, and get out of here.
“Th…that should be enough now.”
Choi Deok-hun, still fondling my ass, twisted his head to look at me.
“Yeah? Then when you use your tits, do it from the front.”
I adjusted my position again. Cupping my breasts, I moved toward his crotch.
My large breasts wrapped around Choi Deok-hun’s cock. Between them I felt a hot pulse and a slick, sticky sensation.
“Feels a bit rough. Do it properly.”
At those words I looked up and saw him frowning slightly.
After a brief hesitation…
“…Beh…”
I let a long string of spit trail down into my cleavage.
With a short exhale, the sticky feeling grew thicker.
The stiff, dragging motion soon turned smooth and slippery.
“Hah… yeah, that’s it.”
Choi Deok-hun’s voice sank low.
Head bowed, I kept moving just like that.
The sensation that had felt so awkward at first was, strangely, becoming more and more natural.
…This is weird.
There was no real reason I had to go this far.
Yet more than the thought that I should stop, the feeling of the present moment stood out sharper.
My breathing grew faster. The heat against my breasts, the way my body moved to follow it.
“A little more… just like that.”
The words falling by my ear sounded like a command.
I hesitated for a second, then moved again.
Whether I was choosing this myself or simply being carried along, I couldn’t quite tell.
…Why am I going this far…
My mind kept resisting, but my body was already leaning the other way.
“Feels really good. Then now…”
At Choi Deok-hun’s words I paused. He pointed between my breasts with his hand.
“With tits like yours, an ordinary guy would’ve been completely buried.”
He continued, sounding proud.
“But I’m different. Look.”
I looked down between my breasts and saw the tip of his cock sticking out. A clear bead of liquid clung to the end.
“Here. Rub it gently with your tits while you use your mouth.”
I lowered my head, took just the tip into my mouth, and licked around it with my tongue. I pressed my breasts together with both hands so the cock wouldn’t slip free.
As I moved my breasts with both hands and worked my tongue, Choi Deok-hun’s lower body trembled in fine shivers.
The disgust in my heart was fading little by little, while the desire to come with him grew stronger.
I want… to feel good too.
Both my hands were occupied with my breasts, leaving me feeling empty below.
I wished someone would take care of this pleasure for me…
“Kh… I’m coming.”
Suddenly his hips jerked hard. The cock that had been resting against my lips slipped free for a second…
Spurt— spurt-spurt—
Cum shot out. It coated the area around my mouth and ran down my chin.
Thick white fluid streamed from my mouth and gathered in the valley of my breasts.
I sat up and spread my breasts apart; the dense liquid stretched in sticky threads.
Choi Deok-hun stared at me, then came closer.
“You already know what you have to do next… without me saying it.”
He reached out, gathered the cum from between my breasts, and brought his hand to my lips.
“And the finish?”
I took what was in his hand into my mouth. The disgusting feeling had long since vanished. The thick liquid sliding down my throat felt like it was filling the emptiness inside me.
He stroked my head. There wasn’t even room left to think about how filthy it was.
A warm sensation and a sense of being filled. It felt like something inside me was breaking.
“You did so well. You’re a truly charming woman.”
Those words, strangely, made me happy. The feeling of being wanted this much…
I washed every inch of my body at Choi Deok-hun’s place. Not the products I usually used, but shampoo and body wash that carried a strong masculine scent…
“If anyone smells this… they’ll notice.”
I turned over the feelings I’d had earlier. My body getting aroused had been somewhat expected.
But one thing…
“Why… even my emotions…”
His gentle gesture at the end, the feelings I’d had then. For a brief moment I’d almost let my heart tip toward Choi Deok-hun.
“Snap out of it, A-yeong. He’s just… a bastard who found your weakness and is blackmailing you.”
I repeated it to myself, trying to steady my heart.
I washed as thoroughly as I could, yet somewhere the fishy scent of Choi Deok-hun still seemed to linger.
“Is it… coming from inside.”
I muttered quietly.
No matter how much I scrubbed, the sensation remaining deep in my body wouldn’t wash away.
I stood still for a while with my hands stopped, then slowly let out a breath.
The earlier scene came back to me.
His touch, the words I’d heard at the end.
That single line kept circling in my head.
I turned off the water and slowly dried myself.
My hand paused. Suddenly I remembered my current state.
“…Ah.”
I had no underwear.
I glanced toward the bathroom door.
A vague unease rose. After a moment’s hesitation, I wrapped a towel around myself and opened the door.
The moment I opened it, our eyes met.
Choi Deok-hun was sitting on the sofa.
And in his hand…
“…That…”
My underwear.
He had my bra and panties hooked on his fingers and was swinging them lightly.
“Looking for these?”
He laughed lightly. I couldn’t say a word; my body locked up.
“Give them back.”
Choi Deok-hun looked at me for a moment, then slowly tilted his head.
“Do I have to?”
A short reply.
“Besides… your place is close, isn’t it.”
He spoke as if it were nothing and swung the underwear in his hand again.
“You can just go like this.”
My body froze solid.
“…You’re… saying that…”
The sentence wouldn’t finish.
“What. You were doing so well earlier.”
A casually tossed remark.
That single line sealed my mouth. No rebuttal came to mind.
No—I simply couldn’t make one.
“….”
I bit my lip.
I knew the situation was ridiculous, yet somehow I couldn’t push back hard.
The sensations from just moments ago still had me by the ankle.
Choi Deok-hun stood up and slowly approached.
I reflexively took a step back. Seeing that, he let out a short snort of laughter.
“Don’t be so scared.”
He tossed the underwear aside with a flick of his wrist.
“If you want them, go ahead and take them.”
I looked down for a moment at the underwear on the floor.
I needed to reach for them. That was the obvious thing, yet somehow my body wouldn’t move easily.
…Why.
I stood there with my head lowered, then finally turned away without picking anything up.
“You like this better, huh.”
Sounding pleased, he collected the underwear—soaked with my sweat and fluids.
“…Isn’t that too dirty?”
“Not at all. Anything that came from your body is fine.”
Saying that, he took the underwear and went into the room.
A moment later he pressed something into my hand.
“What’s this?”
“Part of the CCTV data.”
At his words I looked down at what I was holding. A small USB stick.
“You’ve done well so far, so consider this a reward.”
“How much… is left?”
“Who knows… one thing’s certain…”
He laughed low.
“The harder you work, the sooner you’ll get the rest.”
I clenched what was in my hand tighter.
I quickly gathered my things and was about to open the front door when Choi Deok-hun called me.
“Ah~ A-yeong. Take a photo outside for me.”
“A photo…?”
He pointed at my chest.
“Might as well make it a photo that’ll satisfy me, right?”
He laughed and went back into the room.
In the end I stepped out the front door without any underwear. The cold air hit my bare skin directly.
“…Hah…”
A short breath slipped out. The sensation of nothing under my thin clothes was far too clear.
With every step, even the smallest movement demanded my attention.
The gazes of people passing by felt unnaturally sharp.
…This is insane.
I muttered inwardly. Yet my feet didn’t stop.
More than the thought that I mustn’t get caught, the thought that I somehow had to take that photo settled more firmly in place.