#24_Different Dreams (4)
Yuchan was sprawled half across the sofa. After a workout lasting over three hours for the first time in a while, fatigue had piled up, but his inverted days and nights lately made sleep elusive. He stretched out an arm to sip his liquor, exhaled cigarette smoke, and stared at his phone. Amazon natives, when bending trees, preserved the wood's integrity by scorching it with fire. Bending sturdy green logs didn't rely on brute force alone—it demanded the right technique. Even logs rooted deep in the earth for ages shattered easily; how much more fragile were humans? The human mind broke far more readily than one might think. Among them, Seohyun possessed a particularly frail psyche, lacking even her own roots. On the surface, it showed only in her simple habit of biting her nails, but Yuchan's observations told him she was edging into dangerous territory. Pushing her blindly with force might make it irreversible—suicide, or a psychotic rampage. Neither was a welcome event. Seohyun still had vital roles to play ahead, and plenty of entertainment value left untapped. Slitting open the golden goose would be a shame, so he shifted to measured care.
He'd given Nayae simple orders: treat Seohyun warmly, comfort her—no matter if it meant sexual service—and give it her all without hesitation. If she succeeded, he'd embrace her passionately like before. He hadn't forgotten to hint that Nayae was his most cherished and beloved. Rewards strengthened motivation. Nayae now would carry oil into a pit of fire if commanded. Enforcing this was effortless.
"What a twist."
His phone still displayed the feed from the camera mounted on the stand. Protagonists: Seohyun and Nayae. The dense, feminine allure doubled into something so lascivious that even Yuchan, watching from afar, could feel its heat. He'd expected Seohyun to dance like a pawn in Nayae's hands after a few words, but suddenly, she pounced. She restrained and caressed Nayae with rough motions. Perhaps because her first experience had been with someone so awful, her touch mimicked Yuchan's own. A strange sentiment washed over him. He enjoyed observing people's varied reactions, but controlling them was an even greater thrill. He'd invested tiresome effort in Seohyun and Nayae, and at least this time, he thought he'd orchestrated everything perfectly. What hubris—what infuriating arrogance. The human heart, like raindrops bouncing and veering off course, couldn't be chased by his paltry imagination. He'd thought he controlled it all, but really, he'd only directed the stream's path. The ripples were beyond his grasp.
"That's why I can't quit this game."
Next time, he'd pay closer attention. Factor in this new facet of Seohyun, reconfirm such variables, ensure no tiny rivulet escaped. He exhaled smoke with relief and refocused on the two girls in the video.
2.
"Ha-eung... ha-uk..."
"Ahng... haaaang..."
The two girls, their faces still boyishly innocent, were tangled in a bizarre, impossible contortion. Even between rational adults—or same-sex friends—it would be mortifying; naked as fresh snow, it was pure sensuality. Legs stretched long and overlapped, crotches pressed tight: crudely put, the scissoring position. Nayae had started composed, but overlapping stimuli and Seohyun's intensifying caresses shattered her poise, leaving her panting. If one had to classify, even lesbians had givers and takers. Seohyun leaned giver. Once sex hit its stride, she seized control, hoisting Nayae's leg sky-high and grinding their sensitive clitorises together. Both waxed clean, so no stray fiber marred the pleasure.
Squelch... squelch...
The lewd sounds from these beautiful girls differed vastly from standard rutting. Unlike male-female sex, dominated by flesh-slapping insertion and thrust, this was slick mucosa grinding mucosa. Greedier, stickier.
"Ha-ut... Seohyun-ah... slower, just a bit... ❤"
Was this what a virgin guy's first sex felt like, with a partner he'd never dared dream of? Seohyun, initially swept by emotion, now savored the hazy conquest as time passed. The poised, elegant Nayae—at least in her presence—was clawing the bedsheets, unraveling. Overwhelmed by chaotic pleasure, she moaned Seohyun's name in ecstasy.
"You kept going when I begged you to stop, too."
"Hii-it... ❤ Th-that... was Teacher Yuchan..."
Teacher, teacher, teacher. Even now, Nayae invoking Yuchan stoked a nonexistent grudge. Seohyun yanked her hips closer, grinding their lower lips bolder. The game was stacked against Nayae from the start. Seohyun's conditioning focused on anal sensitivity, while Nayae's was all clit—swollen to two or three times normal, impossible for skin-deep nerves, tormented daily. She spilled pleasure several times a normal woman's in waves.
"You're with me now. Ha-ut... focus on me."
Their honeyed fluids mingled, glistening. Seohyun pulled Nayae's leg to her chest in side position, rubbing her pointed clit against Nayae's.
"W-wait... hiyaaaang...!!! "
That graze hit wrong—or right. Nayae shrieked, thrashing wildly. Seohyun clamped the flailing leg, pinning the other with her weight. Nayae's clit quivered stiff.
"Haa... haang... my lower belly's tingling... ❤"
"You called it gross... haa... haa... but you're the same."
"Back then... ha-ut... I thought... you'd steal Teacher... ah... haat... ❤"
Steal him? Wouldn't take him if offered.
"Sorry back then... I must've been crazy, saying such awful things to you."
Seohyun knew it wasn't just to escape the moment. She savored Nayae's quivering slit in afterglow, then slowly pulled away. After dozens of minutes fused as one, their pussies trailed sticky, indistinguishable nectar. The room too hot? Sweat slickened their skin mid-act. Seohyun gently lowered Nayae's raised leg. Nayae had climaxed hard from the clit marathon but craved more. She was too habituated to Yuchan's intense jolts. Unlike Seohyun, sated by mental fulfillment, Nayae's greater physical peaks still felt 2% short—teasingly incomplete.
"Seohyun-ah, check that drawer?"
"Huh?"
Nayae glanced shyly at the nightstand, face half-turned. Seohyun opened it—the one usually holding her water bottle.
"This is..."
Inside: Nayae's adult toy. A black dildo matching Seohyun's forearm stretched straight. But veined and glans-molded, it curved in an n-shape midway, thrusting forward. One end hooked softly, like for catching inside.
"Th-they call it a strap-on dildo for girls... thought you'd like it... prepared it... hate it?"
Nayae buried half her face in the pillow, blushing. Was explaining it shameful? Or owning it? She took the strap-on, slowly inserting the hook into Seohyun. Slick with fluids like Nayae, it slid in easy.
"Read the manual. This hooked part goes in, press here and..."
Neither knew: strap-ons usually clipped to panties, as inserts slip easily. But this was Yuchan's pricey splurge.
"Ah... what's this... it's swelling..."
Seohyun felt the hook balloon against her G-spot. Silicone balloon inflating, clamping her walls tight. No slipping now, even rough. She eyed her crotch: the hefty dildo jutted like an erect cock. Surprisingly weighty. Its mere sway stimulated her G-spot.
Nayae tapped it experimentally.
"Hut..."
Seohyun stifled a gasp, but the dildo stayed rooted. Nayae toyed with taps a while, then sprawled prone before her.
"Playing together with this seems fun... what do you think?"
"You already put it on me."
"Not gonna use it?"
Loaded question. Nayae giggled, swaying her plump ass side to side. Her sealed, nectar-glazed pussy tempted.
"You can torment me, Seohyun-ah."
She drew Seohyun's finger to her lips, nipping, then lavishing it with sly tongue. Brain-melting seduction from this girl. Seohyun thrust the dildo in without waiting.
"Hiyang... ❤"
Nayae arched shrimp-like, shuddering. The dildo ravaged her starved pussy, slamming her cervix in one go.
Squelch!
Pent-up fluids squirted under pressure, soaking the sheets. Then Seohyun felt it.
Bzzz!!!
"Hat...!"
Vibration on insertion impact. Not natural—a motor quivering just the hooked G-spot part. Giver got plenty too: thoughtful design. Sexing Nayae like this? No porn she'd seen used it. Like a monkey discovering masturbation, Seohyun gripped Nayae's hips tentatively. Grippy curves molded perfectly—no slip. Like Yuchan in doggy, she tugged hips back, snapping her waist.
"Th-that's it... haang... Seohyun-ah... harder... harder... ❤"
Seohyun gripped Nayae's meltingly pleading waist, pistoning slowly. Each cervix tap sent pinpoint vibes spiking her core. No skill, no rhythm—just raw hips plunging them into ecstatic frenzy.