Different Dreams in the Same Bed (3)
“I should just lounge around the house all day tomorrow.”
“Let's hang out together. I decided to skip the academy too.”
My whole body ached from the workout after such a long time. I'd told her that Yuchan had taken care of the stalker, but between work and playing with Yuchan's toys, I hadn't had time to hit the gym. In the midst of that, getting to enjoy an intimate pool date with Nayae had been a stroke of luck.
“What do you want to order? I'm starting to get hungry.”
“Maybe not me, but if I eat late-night snacks, I'll gain weight...”
“Then let's both have chicken breast salad. I weirdly find that tasty too.”
“It's 'cause the kiwi dressing is so good. Salad's all about the dressing anyway.”
We chatted about this and that, but I couldn't focus. Nayae's lewd tongue play still lingered in my mind. Even after swimming, in the showers, she'd knelt like a dog and devoured Seohyun's pussy to her heart's content. Seohyun had waved her off at first, saying it was fine, but she fell completely for Nayae's sultry temptation, crying out loud in the end.
No matter how I thought about it, letting someone see you reach climax was utterly mortifying. Your voice comes out all wrong, nothing like usual, and your face twists in this bizarre way. Nayae, with some kind of conviction, had thrust her tongue deep inside, licking devotedly—no one could hold out long against that. The erotic sight of her smiling with pussy juices smeared all over her face still flickered at the edge of my vision, yet Nayae acted like nothing had happened. Amazing.
Would there be an encore if we went home like this? The anticipation buzzed wildly in my head.
“Seohyun.”
“Uh... yeah!”
I, lost in thought, jumped at Nayae suddenly speaking up. That straight, piercing gaze felt like it was exposing my secrets, making me flush with shame.
“Taxi's here.”
“Oh, right. Let's go, we're late.”
It was already past 3 a.m. After climaxing and swimming—two workouts—my body felt languid. If I had a bit more stamina, I'd have suggested a leisurely night stroll together. But with full-body soreness guaranteed tomorrow, no way. So we'd called a cab. Swimming takes more out of you than you'd think.
Nayae and I took the taxi home amicably.
2. It was only a 10-minute ride. Nayae seemed tired too, even if she didn't show it. I woke her as she dozed against my shoulder, half-asleep, and supported her groggily all the way inside.
I rinsed the bikini she'd worn today and hung it to dry. It was the first gift from Nayae in a while, so next time, I'd wear it at the beach instead of the pool.
Nayae woke from her doze with red, bunny-like eyes. She looked so sleepy I patted her back and shooed her to bed; she shuffled off like a zombie and flopped down. Normally she'd never lie on the bed in outside clothes.
She didn't have the energy to care.
“You gonna crash right away?”
“No, gotta change first. Yawwwn...”
Nayae stretched with a massive yawn. She wriggled under the covers for ages, then tossed her clothes aside one by one. Like shedding a cicada shell, she ended up in just panties and grumbled.
“Too lazy to go grab pajamas.”
“Ugh, hold on.”
I fetched Nayae's pajamas from the rack and went to her side. My eyes kept drifting to her fully exposed naked body, no attempt to cover up. Lately, my body's been acting weird, I thought.
Up until now, I'd always felt guilty about sexual desire, hiding it away. To me, lust was a trigger forcing me to confront how different I was from everyone else. But ever since Yuchan forcibly dragged out those buried emotions, it was like backlash—my body heated up on its own more often. Not just with Nayae, but even with Yuchan, desire boiled up like an untimely appetite. I'd hide it from him, whom I hated and feared, but did I need to with Nayae now?
Nayae beamed at me staring openly instead of handing over the clothes. So seductive, so tempting.
“What?”
I never imagined she'd make that face when we first met. She seemed so innocent, so kind back then. I slipped off the shawl crossing my shoulders first. The muted fabric slid softly to the floor. I undid my shirt buttons slowly. My smooth abdomen and well-shaped breasts in their bra came into view. I unbuckled my short pants' belt and buckle; they dropped through my slender thighs with a thud.
Anyone could tell this wasn't just changing. Nayae watched my striptease languidly, her gaze soft and lingering. Unlike straight men who instinctively recoil from same-sex advances, women are more tolerant toward lesbians—there's some leeway. Nayae, with zero prior knowledge, had gotten aroused watching me writhe sensually in the showers. Yuchan's opposite: soft skin and muscles. Hugging tight, that springy bounce held an inexplicable allure.
No words passed between us, but our feelings connected. Nayae welcomed me as I crawled onto the bed, our lips meeting tenderly. Two lilies bloomed atop the sheets. Lips crashed, breaths grew ragged. My hand pressed into Nayae's soft, yielding breast. That comforting plushness never got old. As she accepted my kiss, her panties—tossed aside sometime ago—dangled from her ankle.
“You're such a brat.”
“Guess so.”
“I thought you'd be super cold at first.”
Nayae whispered sweetly, rubbing noses. Human relationships were endlessly fascinating the more you learned. Just as I hadn't predicted this side of her, neither had she of me. My chest ached sweetly at Nayae accepting emotions I'd always denied myself.
Her attitude was off—I'd noticed during swimming lessons, after the arousal faded. This wasn't Nayae's true heart. Probably Yuchan's orders or suggestion. She'd lured me to pounce, sold me out to him. Yet I couldn't hate her. Foolish as it was, I didn't want to blame another victim.
Vaguely, I sensed this softness had driven me this far.
“Everything today was on the teacher's orders, right?”
She didn't think I was an idiot either. Instead of answering the bullseye, she just grinned. My heart hurt, but it only confirmed what I knew.
“But I didn't hate it either.”
Her belated words were a small salvation.
“Maybe I've been hating you too much. We could hang out like friends.”
“Normal friends don't go this far.”
“Hehe, true.”
Nayae flipped me onto my back, claiming mount position as I leaned over her. Like playing piano, her slender fingers drummed my body.
“So you don't wanna do it with me?”
“Did he tell you to do it with me?”
She pondered briefly, then shook her head slowly—debating if she could say.
“He just said to comfort you since you've been struggling lately. Didn't specify what, but I figured you'd love this most.”
Comfort? The word felt alien from Yuchan—like virgin beach and him. What did he gain from such an order? Gratitude soured into revulsion first. Using obedient Nayae for condescending pity? Even if unintended, it reeked of lending out his possession. Made me sick.
“Glad you like it too.”
Her giggling compliance irked me more. How's a guy treating you like a toy to lend out anything good? Don't you have any pride? I wanted to scream.
Nayae faltered at my sudden stiff expression, looking scared. I realized: jealousy. A wildfire scorching tender love to ashen ruin. I'd offered my body to Yuchan to protect her. But expecting nothing in return was arrogant self-delusion. Otherwise, Nayae thinking of him even now, cuddling like this, wouldn't piss me off.
“Seohyun?”
I yanked her waist tight in my arms, roughly flipping and pinning her. Tall for a woman, I could easily lift petite Nayae.
“Kyaa!”
She yelped, suddenly under me. I wanted to cry. But I held back.
“Then I can do whatever makes me feel good, right? It's comfort.”
“Uh... sure, whatever.”
She didn't even notice stepping on a landmine. Her vague compliance, accepting any treatment just 'cause of orders—it enraged me.
“How should I do it?”
Eyes downcast, timid, nothing like her old bullying self. I suppressed pity forcibly. Reflection showed her fragility vanished easily.
“Suck it.”
I shifted my plea to command, pressing my slit to her face. Confused at first, she soon kissed my folds obediently. To her, was gentle shower play or this forceful demand any different? What I'd seen as kindness was just passive obedience. Betrayal stung.
Propped on a pillow, she kissed lingeringly, teasing my labia edges with her tongue bit by bit. Whatever my reaction, as long as it 'comforted' me, her duty was done. Her tip tapped around my folds, gradually inching to sensitive spots.
My breath quickened. Emotions raged, but lust was honest. Like prowling streets in just a coat. Or exploited by Yuchan. I'd been elite-trained to find pleasure amid immorality.
Not just standing for it now. Straddling her face, grinding down, yet she persisted. Jealousy, love, anger, pleasure swirled into a contradictory mess.
“How's that?”
“Use your tongue more.”
“Okay.”
When her tongue probed my body's most sensitive spot—that pointed clit—my legs trembled. Soft tongue on hypersensitive nub felt worlds apart. Melting me sweetly like candy, yet textured enough never to bore. She sharpened her tip, pushing behind the hood. The half-sheathed bud burst free, swelling eagerly. No rush, patient. Lips pursed to suckle softly, then tongue dipped lower to savor my inner lips. She thrust into the narrow slit without disgust.
My mouth parted slowly. Wavy hair, flung back, tickled my ass. Little by little. Everything blurred into unknowable haze.