Unforgettable Birthday Present
Sloppy kissing sounds.
Asha kept glancing at Seojun, which clearly didn't sit well with Yoon Seoha. She grabbed Asha's face with both hands and deepened the kiss even further.
Asha was gasping for breath, her eyelids trembling, rubbing her lower belly continuously against the shaft.
Seojun just stared blankly at the scene.
No thought of running away or rushing in to stop them crossed his mind. Frozen like a statue, he watched his lover with eyes growing red and bloodshot.
"·····Puha♥"
As the kiss ended, a long silver thread stretched between their parting lips, glinting in the sunlight like thin fishing line. Seeing it, Asha let out a small laugh.
"Ah····."
Seojun sighed softly at that smile.
It was a smile he'd never seen before.
She'd smiled at him plenty of times, but never one so bright, so visibly full of happiness and love at first glance.
Why is that futanari getting the smile meant for her boyfriend?
Where the hell did it all go wrong?
"Hngh—!"
Yoon Seoha's hands moved, stripping off Asha's top. With just a band of elastic holding it in place, it barely qualified as clothing. Once removed, her vulgar breasts were laid bare.
Sagging without a hint of firmness. Breasts familiar even to Seojun's eyes.
Her nipples... they're sticking out····
They never perked up like that with him, but now they protruded boldly, erect like little cocks, screaming pleasure. Seojun gritted his teeth at the sight.
Yoon Seoha pinched one nipple between her fingers and twisted hard—
"Ogogogogok♥"
—Asha let out a vulgar cry, her body convulsing. Her legs quivered, love juices flowing down her thighs and calves in excessive amounts.
He'd never seen so much fluid from her.
Even with him, the most she'd made was a single puddle on the bed. This was easily double that, just from what's spilling now.
"Ah, ahhh···♥" "Feels good?" "Yes♥"
Asha's dazed eyes turned to Yoon Seoha.
Her unfocused pupils reflected Yoon Seoha's image.
"Ah····."
Yoon Seoha spun Asha's body around.
Then, gripping her slim waist, she began rubbing her cock long and slow along Asha's pussy and ass.
"Ah, oooh♥ Ahhhn♥"
A cheap yet sweet voice leaked out.
Whether out of consideration or pure showmanship, Yoon Seoha positioned them face-to-face with Seojun. Asha's pleasure-glazed, empty eyes held no reflection of him, but at least Seojun could look straight at her.
Teeth clenched, fists gripped white-knuckled, Seojun stared at her.
At that small body.
At his beloved lover.
"Ah, Sha····."
"Ah····?"
"Why, why····?"
Why.
That was all he could say.
No rage at her sleeping with someone else, no condemnation for carrying another's child—he couldn't muster it.
Seojun just asked weakly.
Why.
The hell why?
How come?
"····Ahaha····♥ Happy?"
"····What?"
"Seo, junnie··♥ You like, this kinda stuff···· Kyaaah♥ Hngh♥ Oh, oogh♥"
"···No."
Seojun shook his head. Tears streamed from his eyes.
"I hate it. This, I hate it····."
His quiet sobs quickly turned to screams.
"I hate it!!!"
"····Ah. Still."
Asha muttered, frowning as if annoyed by the noise.
"Your dick's hard."
"····Huh?"
"Getting hard over what you hate? ····Ah···· Poor thing····♥"
Pleasure twisted her face, but pity shone through clearly—no attempt to hide it, visible even through his tear-blurred vision.
"Oguk?! Kh, hngghuk♥"
Her body jerked, a splatter of fluids hitting the ground.
Asha clutched her clothes tight, trembling and moaning. Seojun stared down at her blankly, not even wiping his tears.
"C-Can you see? My womb... it's in, side···♥"
"W-Womb?"
"Mmm. Ah, oguk?! Kh, hngbup♥ Haaa···· Seojun could barely, barely reach my womb···♥"
Asha's voice flowed into Seojun's ears.
He wanted to cover them, but he couldn't.
"Over an hour of foreplay, even with toys, I could barely reach it... my womb···· Iit?! Kh, hooo···· Ah····. Uh····"
"W-Womb? What's wrong with your womb?!"
"····Ah. It just got crushed···♥"
"····What?"
Asha murmured with a blissful expression.
"Squished, smashed···· That's why, uh··· Hngut····♥"
"What, what do you mean····? Ah, Asha. Asha!"
"Aah···· It's dangerous···. My womb's risen to where it shouldn't···♥"
She smiled happily, melting into ecstasy. Seojun gritted his teeth, staring at her.
The world seemed to quiet. Sunlight, trees—everything faded to black, leaving only Asha in view.
"····A, sha····."
He slowly reached out.
Toward her pleasure-ravaged face. Seojun gently placed his hand on her cheek.
Her skin was ghostly pale, yet burning hot—scalding enough to make his hand flinch, but he didn't pull away.
"····W-Warm."
"A, sha··· I, I·····"
"Get your hand off."
"Hngh···!"
An icy voice. Startled, Seojun yanked his hand back and stepped away.
Asha glared at him, then melted back into pleasure as Yoon Seoha's cock pressed her womb again.
"Ah, ah····."
"O, khongok♥ Khhi, hiiok♥"
"···I, I'm···."
"Kkuhuwub♥"
A thick, blurble sound echoed.
It didn't take long to realize what it was.
"····Ah."
Thick, milky white globs with clumps dripped between Asha's legs. No mistaking what it was.
That's... all semen····?
"O, ooook♥"
"Huuu."
Seojun shuddered at Yoon Seoha's satisfied sigh.
"Pull out now?"
"Ah, nooo—♥ D-Don't pull out—♥"
"Yeah?"
"Y-Yes···♥ M-More, fill me more♥"
A coquettish whine. Hearing it, Seojun wept. Tears flowed as he clenched his fists until his nails drew blood, grinding his teeth with a growl—helpless otherwise.
Squelching thrusts, wet stabs, Asha's moans, fluids splattering the ground—it all rang in his ears.
His pants were wetting.
His cock, swollen to bursting and trapped in fabric, finally leaked semen. Pathetic.
Imaginary walls rose, his mind crumbling.
His beloved reduced to another's toy—Seojun could do nothing.
"O, ogook♥"
Another ejaculation cry.
Her body convulsed with the thick blurble.
"Huuu."
Yoon Seoha pulled out from Asha's pussy. She shot a glance at the statue-still Seojun, snorted softly, and sat on a nearby bench.
A woman appeared from nowhere, handing her water.
Her face overlapped with Asha's in his vision.
"Ha, haaa···♥"
Asha grabbed Seojun's collar. Using the motionless him as support, she fought not to collapse from the aftershocks.
"Haaaahn♥ Kh, hnghhh····♥"
Unaware—or uncaring—how much more it tortured him, she poured out sweet moans.
"Hu, huuu—♥"
Catching her breath roughly, Asha lifted her head slightly to look at Seojun.
"H-How... was it····?"
"····Huh?"
"Birthday, huu♥ g-gift····♥"
"I, I'm····"
Asha smiled.
Seojun couldn't tell if it was real or fake anymore.
Her cold voice demanding he remove his hand, her contemptuous gaze—they burned in his mind.
"···Asha."
"Mmm?"
"D-Do you... like me····?"
"···"
Asha looked at Seojun.
She slowly opened her mouth.
"I····"
An eternity passed in a moment.
Seojun focused on her words. Even if it was contempt, better to hear it now.
"I like y—"
"Cut!!!"
"—ou."
An Juri, sitting on the bench, shouted through a megaphone from who-knows-where.
"Great work, everyone! That's a wrap—good footage!!"
""Great work!!""
People rose and rushed out from hiding spots, cheering one by one.
Seojun stared blankly at them, then at the giggling Asha.
"····Heard that?"
"····Huh?"
"What? You didn't hear?"
A bit disappointed—or dismissive—Asha pouted and muttered.
"Boring."