Reversal (7)
Hinami sat on the bed facing me. Seo Jia sat on the same bed, staring at my back. I stood between them like a wall, cutting the space in two. Nothing existed behind me except the wall itself. I paid no attention to whether anyone was watching or trying to run. My eyes stayed on Hinami alone.
“Hehe….”
A childlike laugh. The kind you rarely saw on variety shows, the pure smile that only appeared occasionally in concert footage. Whenever that smile broke across Hinami’s face—already dazzling from an excess of purity—even someone like me, who had never cared much for idols, felt pulled in like a fan. But the smile she wore now wasn’t the unconscious one born of simple joy.
“…Should I take my pajamas off? Or do you want to do it, oppa?”
“Why ask something so obvious?”
It was an instinctive smile meant only to seduce one man. The signal a female sends to draw in a male.
“Hehe, ah. This feels really nice, doesn’t it? So soft and fluffy.”
“I don’t know. Doesn’t seem that different from your skin.”
“Aww, too much praise ruins the fun. …You can talk more like yourself, you know.”
“……I wasn’t joking.”
“Pfft…. Why are you thinking so hard?”
“I’ve got nothing else to say, so what do you want me to do?”
While rolling out sweet words in time with the female’s signals, I danced the courtship dance with her. The gaze drilling into me from behind—I let it slide past. Whether she watched this depravity or not was entirely her choice. No matter what she chose, nothing would change. She could keep the scene in her imagination, or burn it clearly onto her retinas.
“This feels like we’ve already crossed the exciting height difference. …I’m sitting, but we’re still on the bed, you know?”
“It’ll be fine once you lie down.”
“…It wasn’t fine when we had sex.”
“You’ve been enjoying it just fine until now. What are you talking about?”
Tap, tap. I kept my eyes forward and undid the buttons of my favorite’s pajamas, revealing a chest that was dainty yet far from small. No bra. Beautiful teardrop-shaped breasts that spilled out gracefully.
“Hehe…. I want to be pinned down hard… hard… and kissed really deep too.”
“Your neck’s just bent. It’s not like you can’t do it.”
“…If we do it like that, you won’t be able to go all the way in. I check every time I rewind the videos, you know?”
“You don’t need to kiss to go all the way in.”
“That’s what I don’t like…, mmph. Heup….”
I naturally cupped the soft, pliant breasts in my hands, kneaded them a few times, then tasted them while tangling our tongues. The texture when bitten with fingers was soft and springy. When melted on the tongue, it turned sticky. …A meal so exquisite it was a shame I’d had to cancel last week for other reasons.
“Phew…. Ha. …I broke my promise.”
“What promise?”
“Unni told me not to bring oppa over and wear you out. …The kiss was so stimulating, I already used up all my strength, didn’t I?”
“……Are you messing with me?”
“Hehe. …That means you still have strength left, right?”
Far from having my strength drained, this was a late-night snack that replenished everything I’d spent that morning.
“…When we do it like this, it really feels like the exciting height difference. Don’t you think?”
“It does feel a little strange when you’re looking down at me.”
“Hehe….”
She suddenly stood up on the bed, giggling as she looked down at me.
“…Do you want to start with my chest? Or my lips? Which do you prefer, oppa?”
“I already ate your lips earlier.”
“Then my chest…, ah. Don’t lick my stomach. It tickles….”
I leaned down and persistently licked her only firm, toned stomach.
“…Come on, it’s my chest. Oppa. Not the tasteless part—the tasty part.”
“…….”
…Wearing an uncharacteristically gentle expression, she wrapped her arms around my head just as she wanted. I buried my nose and mouth into breasts deep enough to cover my entire face.
“Ehehe…. Ah. You’re like Aka-chan…, ah. Don’t bite. Mama hurts!”
“……I may not be great at Japanese, but I know the difference between ‘baby’ and ‘mama’.”
I bit her whenever she spouted nonsense. …I erased the rustling sounds coming from behind me.
“Eek, you caught me. …Then can I call you papa instead?”
“No.”
“Eh, but last time when you made me wear the uniform….”
“Even then I made you call me sensei. I never asked for papa, you pervert.”
“……You’re the one who dressed me in the uniform I wore until last year, soaked it in water, and did all sorts of lewd things. Who’s calling who a pervert?”
“…….”
“You trash. …You defiled a twenty-year-old, downy-fresh idol virgin and trained her into a perverted bitch so she could never meet another man. A beast who uses everyone’s favorite as a side piece. Ah, uung….”
I forcefully pushed down the insolent girl who dared to spew such vulgar words, flipped her over, and made her look up at me again.
“Haa…, ha. …Is it okay to suck so eagerly on breasts that aren’t even your favorite?”
“……My favorite is you, though?”
“Eek. …Wouldn’t unni have a fit if she heard that?”
“She’s not an idol. That word isn’t only for idols, is it?”
“Actually, it gets used all over the place…, …uung. I-I don’t really know. Ehehe….”
Her expression loosened into a silly smile as I climbed on top of her. …I briefly imagined someone watching us intently.
“Anyway, how does it feel seeing your favorite looking so lewd? …Does it turn you off? Or turn you on?”
“……I kind of want to go to one of your big concerts sometime.”
“Even you would get arrested if you stormed the stage and fucked me. …I wouldn’t mind, though.”
“I didn’t say a single lewd thing and you’re already going there by yourself.”
“You think I don’t know what you’re really thinking, oppa. …You want to, don’t you? While tens of thousands of people are chanting my name, you’d be sitting there snickering and watching my videos.”
“I wouldn’t do that.”
“Then what would you do?”
“Cheer for you properly, and after the performance… sneak you off to a hotel and wash the sweat off you.”
“……You’re such a pervert.”
While we exchanged sticky words that made even her cheeks flush, I glanced away for a moment. I cast an indifferent look at the spectator staring at our increasingly naked bodies with frightened eyes, then made a quiet gesture for her to zip her mouth shut. …If she interfered, she might end up beneath me instead. I wanted her to realize that possibility.
“……Mouth or hand. Which do you prefer?”
“Hand.”
“You don’t really like oral caresses, do you, oppa? But when I actually do it, you like it a lot. …Is it because kisses feel unpleasant?”
“Something like that.”
I silenced the spectator’s mouth and slowly stripped away both my clothes and hers, pressing our bare skin together. Now naturally holding my cock in her hand, she asked a question that needed no answer and began stroking it with a gesture that had almost no awkwardness left.
“I never really thought anything when licking my own pussy-juiced cock. Aren’t you being unnecessarily clean?”
“……I’m only this tolerant because I’ve become about ten times more lenient than usual. You’ve seen my fridge.”
“Ah, right. You do have a bit of a cleanliness obsession, oppa. …I didn’t notice because you suck on my tongue every day, lick my armpits, and slurp my toes.”
“Hey, I’ve never licked your armpits or toes.”
“……Then do you want to lick them now?”
“…….”
She spread her smooth, almost obscenely clean armpit with her index and middle fingers, gently pulled the head of the male mounted on her, and whispered,
“Ehehe…. I just washed, so it probably won’t taste like anything….”
“……Tastes like body wash.”
Satisfied by the scent of skin that passed through my tongue and out my nose, I made the armpit I’d seen to death on the internet even wetter. …They say cleanliness is the sense that dulls the most during sex. That wasn’t wrong. It was something you’d never do unless you were aroused.
“Really? Ah, when I went to Southeast Asia I tried cilantro. It tasted exactly like that. …Does that make me a spice too?”
“It does seem to have a slight sweetness. …Did you put sugar in it too?”
“Girls are originally made of sugar and spices, you know. …When you breathe a man into it, poof. She becomes a woman.”
“A bitter, musty thing got mixed into a good dish.”
“Thanks to becoming musty, it turned into a special dish only oppa can eat. …Isn’t that a good thing? It should suit your taste perfectly.”
“…….”
“……I’ll warm up that delicious dish with my hand, so you warm it up with your tongue too, oppa.”
The “woman” filled with sugar, spices, and every kind of fetish. Tasting her once more with the tip of my tongue, I traced a line from her shoulder across her collarbone. Before wetting the lips I’d already tasted, I paused above them and gazed into her clear eyes staring straight at me.
“What is it, oppa? Don’t just look—hurry….”
“…….”
“……What are you thinking? Why are you only looking? Ah, are you imagining what our baby would look like if you got me pregnant right now? Ehehe, gross. You’ve already seen our grandchildren?”
“……Doesn’t suit you.”
“Eek, what doesn’t…?”
“You’re acting like a total brat. It doesn’t match a face that looks like a heavenly woman.”
…The more I looked at her face, the more it resembled the pitiful heroine from a movie, creating a sense of dissonance.
“……So you don’t like it?”
“No. I like it even more.”
“Pfft…. Girls are more charming when there’s a gap, after all.”
“That’s true.”
I liked that dissonance. The fact that the pure, pitiful girl actually loved being pinned down and moaning like a bitch in heat. …The woman who had been so haughty she refused to lose even a single argument. …
Even while watching the man she hated most in the world have sex with her one and only friend right in front of her, she couldn’t even think of running away. Trembling under the blanket, only able to watch. …It reminded me of her older sister, and I liked that.
“……Oppa. If you don’t kiss me soon, I’ll make you cum with a shiko-shiko… …ngh…♡”
…Of course, it still wasn’t enough to steal my attention away from Hinami.