The Guest
"Aah, can you hear me?"
Noona was still frozen solid, not so much as a twitch. If I waited for her to come back to her senses, I was going to blow right past the scheduled start time, so I decided to just go ahead without her.
"I switched mics! It showed up this morning."
The mic really did make that much of a difference. The second they heard my voice, the chat started lighting up with people asking what the hell had happened to it.
The heat from the opening didn't last long before it jumped from the microphone straight to the guest.
"What? You guys hate it that much when I collab?"
I hadn't expected that reaction at all. Why were they so against it?
This was a world where polygamy was actively encouraged, where consequence-free pleasure — by old-Earth standards — had settled in as a perfectly respectable value. Hell, lately people were even arguing over whether the law should force men to take three or more wives.
A guy inviting a female guest onto his stream was not supposed to be the kind of thing that made people lose their minds and start cursing.
Should I just keep pushing?
I had no idea what to do, so I glanced back over my shoulder.
Se-a noona still hadn't come around. Her yellow eyes were staring off at some distant mountain. I let my gaze drop just a little, and those lush, pink lips filled my vision.
They looked incredibly soft. Incredibly wet.
Hold it together. Hold it together!
I couldn't kiss her without asking first. And we were live. Even if I wanted to cross that line, now was a terrible time.
"You don't even know who the guest is. Why are you so against it?"
Ah. So that was it.
They just hated the idea of the guest being a girl. I'd been overthinking the whole thing.
"Too bad. They're already sitting right next to me."
"Ah."
Her fingers just moved. Had she reacted to me saying someone was next to me?
I turned to check. Her eyes were slowly finding their focus, and the panic in them was growing by the second.
She might say something weird, so I muted the mic first.
"You back with us?"
"D-Dan-woo...? This is... get down right now...!"
"Then where am I supposed to stream from?"
I looked her dead in the eye as I asked. Her pupils were shaking all over the place. She stole a glance at my eyes, then looked away, and slowly opened her mouth.
"N-no. If a man acts this carelessly..."
"It's fine. I think I told you this before, but I don't do this with just anyone."
I took the hand she'd wrapped around my stomach and rubbed it against my cheek. Warmth traveled up through my skin.
How did even her hands smell this good?
Wow. That thought just now was genuinely perverted.
I kept that one locked down tight and picked my words carefully, just in case I slipped.
"I'm doing this because it's you, noona. Because it's Se-a noona."
"That's... because you trust me?"
She asked it back with eyes thick with unease. Was she afraid she'd betray that trust?
I pulled her hand off my cheek and placed it over the left side of my chest.
She flinched harder than I'd ever seen her flinch. She tried to pull her hand away, so I tightened my grip and wouldn't let her go. Unlike usual, she was genuinely trying to get free. If I eased up even a little, her hand would slip right out.
"Trusting you is part of it. But it's also because if it's you, it's okay."
"What... what does that mean? What..."
"Anything. Even if you jumped me."
I looked at her with a completely serious face.
I laid my feelings out as bluntly as I could, so there wouldn't be any room for misunderstanding.
The memory of almost being raped? In front of Se-a noona, at least, it vanished without a trace.
"S-sex..."
The word she never expected to hear from my mouth left her stunned — and then her breathing started to grow rough. The unease in her eyes melted into heat, and the strength drained from her hand.
"Nnh..."
"Ah! I-I'm sorry!"
Without meaning to, she'd squeezed the hand on my chest, and a faint spark of pleasure ran through me. The moan came out on reflex, and noona startled and apologized.
The fact that she still didn't try to pull her hand away told me she already knew. That sound hadn't come from pain. It had come from pleasure.
"It's fine. If you want to touch, touch. But! That means I get to touch you too."
"Y-your chest?"
I nodded, and she swallowed hard with excitement even as she asked like she couldn't understand.
"You want to touch a woman's chest? It's just a lump of fat."
"What about you, then? A man's chest doesn't even have fat."
"Well, that's true, but..."
She conceded the point out loud, but her face said she still couldn't wrap her head around it.
If it were up to me I'd touch her right now, but the stream was still running. If I started, I didn't think I'd be able to stop.
I was a nobody streamer who hadn't even been at this for a week. I couldn't just cut the broadcast for no reason. Right now, I needed to focus on the stream.
"We're live right now, so focus on that for me. You're the guest, remember?"
"O-okay."
"Nnh... Come on. When I unmute, no teasing, alright?"
I said it like I was scolding her, because she'd squeezed my chest again. The unease was long gone, and even the tension had almost completely melted away — she was lively enough to mess with me.
No, she was even more lively than she'd been at dinner.
So she really had been holding herself back this whole time, restraining herself without even realizing it.
"Dan-woo?"
I'd turned back toward the monitor when her whisper brushed my ear. Happiness and love were pouring out of her voice.
"What?"
"Hehe. Dan-woo~"
She buried her face in the nape of my neck and nuzzled against me, and it was so cute I thought I was going to lose my mind.
Haa... should I just kill the stream right now?
I was starting to regret turning it on. But when else was I going to get an experience like this?
A collab stream, running on that pink, fizzy atmosphere from before you've actually slept together?
That was a completely different kind of fun from after you'd already done it.
And I was about to get to taste both.
Just thinking about it, I couldn't get my heart to calm down.
"Noona, I'm unmuting."
"Okay! Got it."
She lifted her head from my neck. Then she tightened the arm around my stomach and pulled me firmly against her chest.
I might have just woken up one hell of a monster.
I enjoyed the feeling of her breasts against my back and took us off mute.
"I'm back! Did you wait long?"
The chat had gone to hell in my absence, and it stayed in hell after I came back.
People are allowed to step away. People are allowed to leave their seat for a second.
I liked how obsessed they were with me, but I was starting to worry about the future.
"I was just talking with our guest for a bit."
"Noona, introduce yourself."
I spun the chair to bring her closer to the mic, then spun it back. She kept her arms around me and leaned her waist forward.
"Hello, my dear yanderes. I am Ian's exclusive Escort Officer. Special Escort Officer Lee Se-a."
The honey that had been dripping from her voice a second ago vanished, replaced by something serious and tightly controlled.
"You keep calling me the arch-nemesis, but I'm not giving up my spot next to Ian no matter what you say."
Her tone was calm, but the strength in her arms was anything but. Even unconsciously, she was thinking about me — I wasn't sleepy, but I could feel her arms trembling against me.
"I'm not even considering any Escort Officer besides noona, so quit the nonsense, yanderes."
"Nnh..."
Noona's trembling arm suddenly climbed up to my chest, and a moan slipped out before I could stop it.
I clapped a hand over my mouth, heart pounding — had that gone out over the mic?
Luckily, the chat was too busy losing it over the arch-nemesis thing to notice.
"Your heart's racing. Were you that nervous?"
She whispered it right against my ear. Then she caught my earlobe between her lips.
I'd never felt anything like being bitten on the ear. My whole body shuddered.
"Nnh... N-noona..."
I lunged for the mute button, then called her name.
"What? Why are you calling noona?"
Her left arm stayed wrapped around my waist. Her right hand kept kneading my chest as she asked, like she was genuinely curious.
"Y-your hand..."
"My hand? What about it?"
She asked it back like she had no idea what I meant.
"Move your hand..."
A faint, steady pleasure was washing through me, wearing my mind down. I needed that hand gone first. At this rate I wasn't going to be able to do anything.
"You said I could touch, Dan-woo. Don't tell me... you were lying to noona?"
"Nnh—!"
She dragged her palm up across the nipple in the center of my chest as she accused me. A sudden, sharp wave of pleasure slammed into me. I clenched my teeth and rode it out.
That spot had never been this sensitive before.
"Please... noona..."
"You're so cute. Why are you this cute?"
Se-a noona took her hand off my chest, stroked my hair a few times, then wrapped her arms around my stomach.
Did she... stop?
This was the Reversed World. Could a woman who'd always held back and deferred really turn this aggressive this fast?
This was a world where the government forced women to always be considerate of men. Even if I had given her permission, to change this completely, like she was a different person?
"Dan-woo? We have a stream to do."
"Y-yeah. We do."
I still had no idea why noona had flipped so suddenly. I unmuted the mic.
Dan-woo had given her permission. He hadn't said let's have sex — but it was as good as permission.
The moment she heard those words, the brake that had been sitting rock-solid inside Se-a snapped with a little tuk.
Or maybe it had been more of a crack. The sound of her last thread of reason breaking.
She introduced herself into the mic, and the chat exploded with people calling her the arch-nemesis.
That's what she said. Inside, though, it felt good.
She was his Escort Officer, the one closest to him, the one who knew things about him that nobody else did — and a quiet sense of superiority bloomed in her chest.
The right hand she'd left on Dan-woo's chest had been sending little sparks of pleasure through her palm for a while now. It felt like her own palm had become an erogenous zone.
The slightest bit of pressure and that addictive texture flooded in, and the way he reacted was impossible to look away from.
She'd never done drugs, but she imagined this was what it felt like. Maybe this was what that urban-legend "cokeaine" people talked about online actually was.
A supreme addiction that only a man could give you.
Hm? This is...
As she kneaded his chest, something small and firm pressed up against her palm. There was only one thing on a chest that felt like that.
A nipple...
Men were supposed to be duller to pleasure than women. Sexual pleasure, specifically. Just touching a chest shouldn't have been enough to make a nipple stand up. Men didn't even get hard that easily.
So what was this thing asserting its presence against her hand?
I made Dan-woo feel that?
The moment she realized it, Se-a couldn't hold back. She swept her palm up across his nipple.
"Nnh—!"
His voice, thick with pleasure, struck her eardrums.
When he'd sung a few days ago, it had been intoxicating — but this wasn't even in the same league.
Dan-woo, the most exquisite man alive, twisting in her arms, writhing from the pleasure she was giving him. A mutual love that was all but confirmed now.
In that moment, Se-a was the happiest woman in the world.