Three Days
Nothing came to mind.
I had experienced the mysterious sensation of entering another person’s body, but that did not mean I had also experienced anything scientific like parallel worlds or mirror dimensions or whatever else.
The history of crushing stones to fashion knives, then beginning to grind those stones, mixing them with bronze and later with steel, coating bows with glue, combining saltpeter, charcoal, and sulfur in just the right proportions until discovering that the mixture exploded when set alight and thus inventing firearms—that history was exactly the same as the one I knew.
A song I recognized came on. I rather liked electronic music. Enough that I could finely distinguish genres that, to ordinary ears, all sounded the same.
Yet the reason I could neither hum along nor keep time to that familiar, welcome classic electronic track was, of course, the vibrations rising through my entire body.
I shook myself, desperate to fling off the two rotors tormenting the tips of my breasts, but with my limbs bound to the chair there was only so far I could move. Even while I thought, the climb toward climax never stopped, and I was already meeting my third orgasm. For the moment I still possessed enough composure to fully savor the pleasure contained in that climax.
From previous experience I knew that soon every sensation would turn to pain.
No matter how wide I forced my eyes open, or how carefully I squinted just in case, I saw nothing. Whenever the two rotors savaged my nipples, something like the path milk travels was pressed little by little, and that sensation strangely gathered somewhere in my lower abdomen and hummed.
I felt my backside growing wet. Love juices were steadily filling the seat of the chair. Thanks to the dildo churning madly inside my pussy I could ignore, a little, the rotor stuck to my clitoris. It was by no means a good sign.
Then that idiot pussy climaxed once more. I clenched the hated dildo as if it were something precious, gritted my teeth, and trembled all over.
Even so—for now, for now I can endure. The darkness was a little frightening, yet when I focused on my pussy the queasiness in my stomach eased somewhat, so it was still bearable.
Though it was hardly a fair trade, the more I concentrated on my pussy the shorter the cycle to climax became, so—ah. Ugh. Ehe—
My head drooped. I could not even tell whether it had drooped. After all, everything I saw was perfect black. There was no dark adaptation. With no light source for comparison, no matter how wide my pupils dilated it was useless.
I felt another climax approaching. It seemed my heartbeat was locking itself to the thumping bass. My insides were simply queasy now. Even though the darkness itself did not frighten me, I felt strangely queasy all the same.
From somewhere deep inside my body—an unfamiliar organ—the wave of climax that had begun to flow drew nearer every time the head of the dildo tapped and scraped somewhere higher of its own accord.
I’m coming. Coming. Coming…!
Climax again. I seemed to have made a small mistake, though I could not be certain. I never heard the water-gun sound of a jet shooting out, and I could not see any liquid. Since the juices pooled beneath my hips were now dripping and splashing against my heels, I could only guess that was what had happened.
And once more the wave of climax set out. Already? This fast? No. I have to hold on.
My tightly clenched teeth slipped against each other and produced a grinding sound. Ah—sound. Sound. Not the pounding electronic music, but sound.
I ground my teeth harder for the pleasant noise, even worked my jaw so I could hear the sharp clicks. A faint smile formed at the sweet sensation traveling through bone.
Yes—for now, ugh. I can endure. Surely. I have to hold on. If I come this early already, how am I going to last from here on? To be released there are three days left, so if I come already—wait, three days?
Three days? I have to endure this for three days? Even now the climax that starts inside my pussy climbs and gathers somewhere deep in the clitoris—and this business of fireworks exploding inside my skull for three whole days?
Impossible. Impossible. Surely she will do it only moderately and then let me off. Suddenly the space before my eyes will brighten, and I will realize it is the hallway light as unnie opens the door into the room, and I will beg unnie for forgiveness.
This for three days—sixty, how many hours is that? Sixty-three? Seventy-three? There is no way a person can endure that long. If I am human I will simply die.
Even while I thought, climax meanly flaunted its presence. This time the chair itself shook. The music that followed without a pause after the song that had ended sometime earlier was one I did not know.
Ah. My eyes were too dark. So dark that I prayed for a song I recognized to come on.
Gooooong. Accompanied by a somewhat heavy vibration, black liquid flowed down. I picked up the cup into which it trickled, poured it into the hot water I had prepared, and watched blankly as the black water swallowed the clear. A fragrant scent rose.
Cup in hand, I sat at the dining table in the living room. Having two phones in my pocket was a little uncomfortable. The moment I took one out and tapped the app showing a cute smiling puppy, a vibration loud enough to make my ears ring and a scream like something from a monster poured out.
I lowered the volume three notches and closed my eyes. Since I could see nothing anyway, sound was the only outlet left for desire.
-Grrrrrrrrrk.-
A long, choppy moan like someone sitting in a massage chair for the first time.
-Heuuuua…! Kkeuaaaak…-
An unpleasant nasal sound mixed with a moan that failed to hold while trying to exhale once.
-Geugeugeuk…kkeugeuk…-
An unidentified noise that only came out when force was driven deep into the belly from somewhere inside the throat.
“Aaa…aaaa…”
The sound was novel enough that I opened my own mouth and tried to produce it. A voice I had to force as low as possible merely to approximate. Could it even be called a voice? It resembled an animal’s cry, so perhaps a person’s crying sound… or something. Hmm.
Listening to the ever-changing sounds, I sipped my coffee. Then, whatever. I went into the bedroom and shut the door. I lowered the blinds, pulled pants and underwear down together.
Reaching climax did not take long, yet something felt lacking. When I had done it in front of Heeyeon yesterday it had clearly felt far better than this.
Ah—in the end it must have been because I could not see Heeyeon’s face, could not smell that unique sweet yet faintly fishy body scent of hers. Well, if Heeyeon fainted around tomorrow, perhaps I could slip in secretly, put a blindfold on her, and sleep in the bed she had been using.
Love juices gushed again from the pussy that had already climaxed once, but masturbating a second time felt a little too much effort, so I simply relaxed and lay down. Eyes tightly shut, I imagined the expression on her face as she continued even now to make that sound of a fan held against the mouth—euhe.e.e.e.e.
I sipped the coffee I had set aside, checked the time, and headed for the bathroom. I truly hated going to work, yet even if I stayed home there was nothing to do.
I drove to the office, wrote a proposal, stood before everyone in the meeting waving a laser pointer through the presentation, ate lunch, returned to my desk, waited for the client who had promised to call at the ambiguous hour of five-thirty, never received the call, and finally went home.
In front of the house I rolled the car forward without touching the accelerator, braked, shifted into reverse, backed up, unwound the wheel, and shifted into drive again. When I stepped out I saw the car sat a little off the parking line, but not so far that another vehicle could not park beside it, so I simply clanked open the front door and went inside.
A house that would not let me go up to the second floor was so deathly silent that I felt a little gloomy for no reason. To erase the feeling I opened the pet-camera app and listened. Vibration, and the ear-splitting electronic music leaking from the headset. Heeyeon’s moans were gone. Well—she had probably fainted. I thought about going up once.
“Unnie, hello.”
“Ah, Heeyeon, hello. Looking lively this morning?”
“Ahaha, right…”
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you without a hoodie.”
I met unnie in front of the elevator on the second floor of the department building—the elevator I always debated taking instead of the stairs.
“Did you finish the assignment?”
“…Assignment? What assignment?”
“You know, the one due next week. Making the proposal and the Excel work.”
“Ah, shit. I haven’t done any of it…”
Only the two of us were in the elevator, so I muttered in that easy tone.
“Puh. Want to go to a café after today and do it together?”
“Shall we… Unnie, what time do you finish?”
Unnie slurped the iced coffee she had somehow already been holding.
“Five, but.”
“Is this a senior’s timetable?”
“Only coming to school two days a week—this much is doable.”
“Pft. What is that.”
The elevator arrived at the second floor. Today it had felt especially slow, so I wondered whether it might be broken and resolved to take the stairs when I went down after class. Ah, headache.
Chatting, we walked a short way down the corridor, opened the lecture-room door, and sat side by side through the boring class. Boring or not, it was a class that required notes, so one hand stayed busy on the notebook.
When class ended unnie headed toward another building. Since she finished later than I did, I found the smoking area, burned through two cigarettes, lent my lighter to a guy who asked, then went to my next class.
The second class was honestly one I could skip, so I kept fiddling with my phone until it ended. Feeling a twinge of conscience I pretended to organize my bag until the very last moment, stepped out of the lecture room—and found unnie standing in front of the building.
“Huh? Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”
“Suddenly formal speech? I just cut.”
I had no idea why I had suddenly switched to formal speech. I was not someone who usually cared that much about age.
“Carrying your bag too…?”
“By senior year you can cut class even with all your luggage.”
Saying so, unnie linked her arm through mine. With a man’s mind it felt a little embarrassing, yet outwardly I was unmistakably a woman, so I let it pass. Even after we reached the café the arm-link still had not come undone; only then did I feel something slightly odd and look at her.
Even though we had come to work on the assignment, unnie never took out her laptop. She suddenly moved to the seat opposite, gulped down coffee, set the cup down, and asked,
“Hey, Heeyeon. By any chance…”
“Yeah?”
“…What do you think of me?”
I was not so stupid that I failed to understand the situation. I was heterosexual, yet objectively speaking I was homosexual. Honestly, someone as pretty and kind as unnie— a smile of pure delight rose to my face.