Reversal (8): No More Running
"Hehe… mmph…."
Hinami had completely lost herself in this obscene space. She had even forgotten that the friend she had argued with earlier was watching. Lying on the pillow with a melted, languid expression, she accepted my lips.
With her eyes closed, she tenderly stroked my tongue and my cock, then briefly lifted her delicate eyelids and gazed at me. As if asking whether I hadn’t fallen for her too. With a look full of confidence that any man would inevitably become obsessed with her. She seduced me without saying a word.
I was slowly being drawn into those deep eyes when I felt a finger flicking against the tip of my glans. I moved the thumb that had been habitually rolling her nipple and slid it down toward her pussy.
“You’re really planning to go all out, huh, oppa.”
“You’re one to talk.”
“Hehe….”
Just as precum was oozing out and making my glans slick, her entrance was also soaking wet. When I carefully brought my finger to the stamen waiting for a man, her slender fingers guided me and placed me right at her petals.
I slowly pushed my glans into the melting entrance that offered no resistance. After letting just the tip sink into her soft yet tightly gripping hole, I stroked her white hair as she pretended to breathe calmly.
“…Sometimes when I’m with you, it feels like I’m doing it with an elf from a movie.”
“Ehehe, what’s that supposed to mean? Is it because I’m too pretty…?”
“That too. …Your hair is silver. You’re so tiny, but your legs are long, so it feels a little surreal.”
“So you don’t like it? …Does it not turn you on?”
“No. …It turns me on more because it feels unreal.”
“Hehe….”
Her cute nose that was refined but never androgynous. Eyes that shone brightly enough to draw any male’s gaze even without makeup. Lips now wet with my saliva, stirring up a conquest urge. Ears flushed red and begging to be tormented. All those delicate features were perfectly arranged within a face smaller than my palm, sculpting her into a beautiful woman.
Come to think of it, she did say she was mixed. Her scent and face carried the essence of an East Asian. Her pelvis and breasts held the curves of a Westerner. Her soft skin felt East Asian again. Her skin tone, so fair it was almost blinding, felt Western. I didn’t know exactly how the genes intertwined, but if a god had handpicked every part, this was probably the result.
If there was one flaw, it would be—
“Haa… huu. …Slowly, seriously…. Oh… huu….”
…that she was really small. Or maybe I was just too big. Still, she should be around the Japanese average. But I was so large that when I got on top, no matter how much she arched her back, I couldn’t drop saliva into her mouth. The height difference was such that she had to crane her neck painfully to barely mix tongues. The kind of difference where she had to stand on the bed like a footrest just to look down at me slightly.
Our physiques differed by at least the gap between a small and medium dog, yet among all those differences, the most alien thing was how our mucous membranes clung perfectly to each other.
“Hu… hu…. Ah. Juhyuk oppa’s cock. I always think this, but…. It’s too big….”
“So you want me to go slow?”
“I don’t liiike that. Ehehe….”
As if claiming that even if everything else differed, our genes could still mix. The hole that once struggled to take even a single finger had completely reshaped itself to my size. Despite being so soft, it bit down on my cock almost painfully, and despite being tiny, it gently swallowed my absurdly large glans.
My favorite’s, my sex friend’s, inner walls.
“Ah, ah… huu…. Now, this much…. I can enjoy it too, you know…?”
“…Then enjoy it. It’s not like anyone’s watching.”
“Ahaha….”
Whether there was an audience or not. Whether someone other than us caught us or not, she didn’t care at all. She slowly rolled her hips, spreading her legs wide on either side as she took my cock. Completely naked. Lying straight, stroking the part of the shaft she couldn’t yet swallow with her hand. Smiling at the fan who was fucking her, she gave him an all-body exclusive fan service.
“This is the most basic position…, but it’s really. Embarrassing. Hehe….”
“I never thought I’d hear the word embarrassed come out of your mouth.”
“When I lift my head. I can see your cock. This thing….”
If I laid it on her stomach in this position, it would probably reach her navel. The size difference was so extreme that I seriously worried her organs might get damaged if she swallowed it all. But strangely, the more I shoved my hard cock inside her, the more her expression didn’t twist in pain. Instead, her eyes filled with pleasure as they alternated between me and my cock.
“Haa, ha… ah…. Huu….”
As if matching her desperate reactions, I slowly thrust in and out, disturbing her breathing. Like the fancam where she caught her breath after dancing and singing. Like the TV appearance where she rolled around and lay sprawled out, panting. I enjoyed the breathing that everyone knew but only I had truly seen, and gently wrapped my arms around her embarrassed back.
“Ung…, oh…. Haa….”
Now there were no words needed. She naturally changed positions following my movements. Still holding my cock inside her, Hinami carefully rose and settled into my embrace. In a position where the height difference was much smaller than before. A posture a little more comfortable for kissing. One where she could rest her chin on my shoulder.
“….”
…Which meant she might end up making eye contact with the uninvited guest.
In that kind of position.
“Hehe…, ah. Kiss, give me a kiss please…. Mmm…, chu….”
Hinami alternated her gaze between me and the audience. Without ever closing her eyes, she mixed our two mucous membranes together. She shoved her toothpaste-scented tongue into me in a way that was vulgar, even filthy. Then, in a manner that was anything but vulgar—almost modest—she gently rocked her pelvis without making a sound.
“Pwah…. …Ah. Oppa….”
“What?”
“…I love you.”
“….”
“Hold me tight, please….”
Looking at me. Then looking at the audience. After hearing the sound of breath stopping. She confessed to me.
“Mmm…, huu…. Haa…. I like it…, so much…♡”
I pulled her into my arms and thrust hard, forcing the hole that had pretended to be modest to produce vulgar, lewd sounds.
“I love… you…, Juhyuk oppa. You’re my real fan…♡”
“…Then what about the other fans?”
“Th-that’s…, ehehe…. They are fans, but….”
While she acted coquettish toward me, mixing in words an idol probably shouldn’t say, I fully enjoyed the softness of her skin.
“The other fans…. They see me as an idol…, haa. But oppa, you see me… as Hinami….”
“…Don’t the other fans see you as the idol named Hinami too?”
“It’s different, y’know…. Haah…, the Hinami that oppa sees is….”
As the length of the shaft still outside her gradually decreased, Hinami’s whole body trembled with a dizzying, eerie fear that went beyond pure pleasure.
“I’m the bitch who goes into heat the moment I see oppa’s cock…♡”
“….”
“…The Hinami who got her virginity taken by oppa. Who gets creampied so full. Who carries oppa’s cum inside even during schedules…. She only knows oppa, you know?”
…As if she wanted to tremble in that fear a little more.
“Ehehe…, your cock got bigger again…♡”
She looked at me with excited eyes as the veins bulged out, unable to hide my arousal.
“The fact that I’m a total pervert is something only oppa knows among my fans….”
“…,”
…Among those who weren’t her fans, a few people seemed to have learned it now. But she whispered into my ear a truth that only I knew among her fans.
“There’s no one but oppa who will love this perverted idol…. …Other people like me because I’m a pure and cute idol.”
“….”
“This soft and chewy idol pussy…. Not some bald, straight-lined baby pussy. It’s exclusively for my one and only fan, right?”
Thud. Thud. As if snipping the strings of my sanity with scissors even though I was trying to hold back.
“Ah, ha…. E, hehe….”
I pressed firmly on her iliocostalis as she awkwardly but smoothly rolled her hips.
“Haa. You like it? I’m only twenty…. If you ruin me with something this big, I’ll be oppa’s exclusive for life, you know…?”
“….”
“…Ah, oppa’s angry. But you can’t. What if someone sees?”
I grabbed her leg that had been dangling beside my thigh, hooked it behind my back, and made her cling to me.
“Ah, wait, oppa!”
Then I lifted her up. Supporting her cute ass, I stood, raising her into the air.
“Wait wait, oppa. It’s dangerous… ah…, I’m falling, stop….”
…So she couldn’t keep looking at the audience she had been glancing at earlier. I turned once, forcing her to only look at me.
“Ung, ung, o… ok, mmmph…, chuup………♡”
I sealed her noisy tongue with my lips.
…Then I looked down with cold eyes at the uninvited guest who had been making eye contact with her from under the blanket.
“Pwah… haak….”
Just like that. I slammed Hinami down onto the opposite bed right next to the audience member who sat there watching.
Thrust. Plunge. Creak. Groan.
Violently enough to shake the blanket the uninvited guest had pulled over herself. Enough that the legs constantly slipping from my waist and trying to cling again unconsciously kicked at the audience.
“Ho, ot…, o, ok……♡”
I ignored the dead eyes of the audience member whose gaze had met mine. The moment I released her tongue, I sealed the mouth that was about to spit out something cheeky again.
“………! ……, …………♥”
Into the pussy of my favorite who was acting coquettish toward me, I drove my cock again and again. Dozens of times. I kept thrusting until those lewd sounds stopped.
Holding back the rising urge to cum until the end. I persistently pounded into her until the strength left her limbs that clung to me.
“……….”
Spurt. Splurt.
Only after her whole body trembled and she went limp did I pour thick semen into Hinami’s pussy, which no longer had the energy to enjoy it. So much that the audience watching from the side could clearly see it overflowing. I marked her with my scent once again.
“….”
When I released her tongue after finishing, I gave her one more light kiss as she looked at me with hazy eyes. Then I used my glans to scrape out the semen that couldn’t flow out because it was blocked, making it drip onto the floor instead of the bed. After that, I stroked my slightly tired neck and grabbed the completely frozen audience member’s head, shoving my dirty cock toward her.
“…Do you get the idea now?”
To her, who felt no excitement whatsoever. To the uninvited guest who felt only fear.
“If you can do this kind of thing to Hinami, I can step back. …Same goes for Haeun.”
“….”
“If not, then get lost. …Or do you want to join in too?”
I rubbed the cock covered in semen against her face. Grabbing the nape of her neck as she flinched and tried to run away, I shoved it against her again and asked once more.
“Choose. Whether we’ll just ignore each other from now on. …Or whether you’ll enjoy it like Hinami.”
“…I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Because of me…. Your shoulder…, got ruined….”
I rubbed my glans against the lips of the woman who was apologizing for something I didn’t even want to hear.
“I told you it’s not that. …Just choose. Whether I’ll leave you alone. Or whether you’ll do it with us too.”
“….”
“If you’re not going to answer, get lost. …I have no intention of forcing you.”
I finally released the hair of the woman who refused to open her mouth until the end. Without bothering to chase after the audience member who hurriedly ran away, I picked up Hinami, who was sprawled across the bed, and laid her down straight.
“He, hehe….”
“…Now that the person who might interfere is gone, what do you want to do?”
“Don’t you think asking that… is really stupid…?”
Because there was her, speaking in an exhausted voice without even complaining about being tired. …There was no need to waste time on an audience member who wouldn’t cooperate anyway. At least until she came to me first.