A Name from the Past
Thrust—! "Kuh-haaang—!" Squelch— squelch— squish— creak— creak—Thud—
"The sounds are pretty intense..."
"I'll keep sliding it in and out little by little... so it might sound a bit lewd..."
"Uuuugh... you don't have to explain everythiiing~ Ahh! Ugh! Hng! Hig-eut!"
'She's really tight. Gripping me hard.'
"Yeonhee, you're so warm inside..."
"It's hot... Ahh— haa— haa— haang— I, I can't anymore. If you push it in any deeper—"
Thrust—!
"Aeu-eu-euk—!"
Since it was Yeonhee's first time, she seemed to feel more pain than pleasure after the insertion. So, while meeting her eyes, I whispered to her, tasting her lips little by little.
"Yeonhee... my master. You're really so beautiful."
"Aah... saying that... I, I..."
Instead of the act itself, Yeonhee's heartbeat raced far more at those words. She soon sought my lips, trying to offset the pain.
"I like it— ah... it hurts... but, still, I like it... eu-euk...! It hurts!"
Yeonhee's nails raked across my back as if trying to tear it open. Then she clung to me, biting my shoulder as her body began to tremble.
Drip, drip—
'Hm?!'
While I was moving in a pleasant rhythm, a different texture of fluid seeped out from inside.
'Blood...'
"It hurts... ah— eut— heung—"
Seeing the blood soaking out so profusely made me a little flustered, yet strangely happy at the same time. Yeonhee, on the other hand, seemed to be gradually forgetting the pain—her expression had softened considerably.
'Oh... she's starting to feel it.'
To keep the blood from splattering, I moved slowly and asked her,
"How do you feel? Does it still hurt a lot?"
"Ah... I, I think it's getting better... haa... i-it feels good..."
"Then I'll try pushing it in a little more."
"Uung... be gentle... Ilwol? I, I like you, so... I'm enduring it... you should know that. Ah!"
"Thank you. I like you too, Yeonhee."
"Haa— now I don't know anymore. Ah! Ang! Aaaah— ah— eut—!"
I pulled back the part I'd thrust deep inside, then pushed it in again, slowly stimulating her.
Squish— thrust— squelch— creak— creak— creak— creak—
"Wah— waa— the, the pain is fading little by little... ah— it feels so good... I never knew it could feel this amazing."
"I told you, if you endure just a bit, it'll get better."
"Really, let's do this every single day... okay? It feels too good. I've never, ever felt this good before— haa— aaaang~"
'If we do it every day, there won't be any time left for activities...'
That worry crossed my mind, but the only solution was to increase the duration of Mimicry. Because the memory of pain still lingered, Yeonhee didn't move her body as actively as she had when I used my fingers. Yet she never took her eyes off my face, staring intently as if she didn't want to miss a single change in my expression, all while smiling.
"Ilwol, how is it? Does it feel good?"
"It does. I didn't expect it to feel this much. At this rate... really..."
'It could even pass for a human body.'
For some reason, I hesitated to say that out loud and instead buried my face between her breasts.
"I wanted to try putting it between your breasts."
"Haeut— ah-eung— wh, what are you putting in?"
"Something like that. Just a moment. Ugh..."
'I'm about to come...'
Honestly, I hadn't expected to go this far even after using Mimicry, but I couldn't hold back anymore. In the end—
Spurt spurt spurt— splurt— splurt—
"Haa-aa-eu-eut—! Aah— it's, it's warm..."
"Ah, sorry. I came so suddenly."
"...It's amazing..."
After fully savoring the sensation inside Yeonhee, I pulled out, removed the condom, and was about to toss it into the pocket dimension when Yeonhee suddenly grabbed my arm. She stared intently at the condom filled with semen and said,
"Wait a second, waa— you really... did it?"
"Huh? Uh-huh..."
Even in her dazed state, she looked at it with such fascination that she soon brought the semen-filled condom to her nose and started sniffing it.
"Uh... y-you don't have to go that far."
I felt oddly embarrassed. Yeonhee, as if remembering something, spoke up.
"Th-this smell... I've smelled it somewhere before?"
"Night-blooming flowers smell similar to this."
"Aah—"
Yeonhee stared at it for a moment, then smacked her forehead as if she'd had a great realization. I let out a small laugh and said to her,
"Now give it here. I'll throw it away."
"Huh? Uung... you're just going to throw it away?"
"Yeah. What else would I do with it?"
"Ah, no, it's not that..."
I tilted my head in confusion for a moment, then discarded it into the pocket dimension. Still erect and throbbing, I slid it between her breasts.
"Aaat! Wh, wh-what are you doing?!"
"I've really wanted to try this. I can't believe someone can actually do it."
Slide— slide— slide—
Even without asking Yeonhee to press her breasts together, the elasticity was so good that it wasn't much different from a proper paizuri. Though she wore a flustered expression, she soon grabbed both sides of her breasts and pressed them together.
"L-like this?"
"Yeah. Smart."
"......It's embarrassing..."
Yeonhee smiled primly, yet she kept glancing down at the thing moving between her breasts, gradually leaning her head forward.
'Does it become instinctive like that? Interesting.'
In that instant, Yeonhee realized what she was about to do and quickly shut her eyes, covering her face with her hands.
"Do that for me next time."
"Wh, what?! What, what?"
"What you were just about to do. With your mouth."
"I, I wasn't going to do anything."
"Got it. Geez."
I smiled playfully and began moving my body faster. Soon, the urge to climax surged again.
'How am I supposed to hold back when I can see Yeonhee's face?!'
Her cheeks flushed red, pressing her breasts together again with all her attention focused on what was between them—Yeonhee's expression was unbearably stimulating.
"Ugh... Yeonhee. It's coming...!"
"Huh? Yeah?"
Spurt spurt spurt spurt—!
"Kyaa—! Eup— bueh—"
In the end, I couldn't hold back and released all over pretty Yeonhee's face. Thick, opaque fluid splattered across her face. Yeonhee's hands trembled as she didn't know what to do.
"......"
"What are you doing... haa... haa... something hot on my face... so much..."
With her still-trembling hand, Yeonhee lightly touched the liquid running down her face, then rubbed it between her index finger and thumb to feel the texture.
"Eu— it's slippery and sticky. The smell is much stronger than before..."
Then, suddenly, Yeonhee asked me to hold her.
"Th... take me in front of the mirror for a second..."
She made the request. Without thinking much of it, I carried her and stood in front of the full-length mirror. Yeonhee asked me to sit so her face would be visible, and in the end, we ended up in a position where I was holding her from behind while we both looked into the mirror.
"Waa... there's so much liquid on my face..."
With semen thickly stuck to her left eye, Yeonhee looked at her own messy face with only one eye open, as if fascinated. Then she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, wearing a peculiar expression.
'...What is she thinking? Her expression is strange.'
Even I, who was relatively open-minded about sex, found Yeonhee's behavior a little puzzling, but since it was her first time, everything must have seemed fascinating. Yeonhee soon wiped her face with tissues, then scooped up the thickest clump of semen with her finger and sniffed it again.
'...Surely she doesn't want to taste it. She's always so sensitive to smells.'
As expected, Yeonhee didn't go that far and simply wiped her face clean.
"How many minutes... left?"
"Ten minutes."
We hadn't really done much, yet over twenty minutes had already passed.
"Uung... ten minutes."
Yeonhee mulled over the time, then suddenly asked me something.
"Ilwol... do you, by any chance, remember your name from your previous life?"
"My name?"
"Yeah. You don't remember?"
'Hmm...'
When I just stared at her in silence, lost in thought, Yeonhee fidgeted and said,
"No... it's not that the name Ilwol feels weird or anything... how should I put it, after doing something like this, it feels a bit confusing when I call you later..."
'I see. I understand how she feels.'
Since the name Ilwol wasn't exactly common to begin with, there was bound to be some sense of disconnect. Plus, the image of a skeleton was probably still stuck in her mind. I'd actually expected this question to come someday—it had just come later than I'd anticipated.
'The timing's decent enough. Since we've come this far, I should start by telling her my name and gradually open up.'
Revealing that I was a regressor right away would cause too much confusion, so I planned to tell her that I was in the process of recovering my memories. However, since she had once felt relieved that I hadn't recovered all my past-life memories, I'd have to gauge her reaction and adjust accordingly.
'Or I could just say that only the crucial parts have come back to me.'
"I get what you mean. And I... some memories have started coming back. I only remembered my name recently, too..."
"Yeah, yeah! S-so, what's the name?"
Yeonhee hadn't expected me to answer her question so directly, so her face—already flushed from our earlier activities—turned an even deeper shade of red, as if she'd held her breath.
"Yun... Han-gyeol. Yun Han-gyeol."
"Yun Han-gyeol. Is it really Yun Han-gyeol?"
"Yeah."
"Yun Han-gyeol... it kind of matches the image I had in mind, but also doesn't..."
"Doesn't fit perfectly?"
"I don't know. But! The sound of it is really nice. Han-gyeol!"
"Call me 'oppa.'"
"Huh?"
"I'm your oppa. Oppa."
"O, oppa?"
"Yeah. Try saying it."
"Wh, what?! I absolutely can't— huuuuung—!!"
While holding her from behind, I slipped my hand down below and shook it vigorously a few times. She trembled hard and let out a cry.
"Th-there. If you keep shaking it like that— haeut!"
"Say 'oppa.'"
"I, I can't— keu-heu-eut…! Stop! Ki-heu-eung!"
'Is it really that embarrassing to say? After everything we've done? I don't get it.'
Maybe there was some kind of final line she wouldn't cross when it came to her master being swayed by her summon. I shook her body a few more times, tormenting her to make her say it, but in the end, she never uttered the word.
"Heek— haa— th-then, how old were you? When did you become like that?"
After climaxing several times from my touch, Yeonhee was so worked up that she asked even the question I'd been sensitive about without hesitation. Not wanting to see her realize it and feel sorry, I answered right away.
"My last memory... I think I was in my mid-twenties. Not exactly sure, though."
"T-twenty-five! We're not that far apart in age?"
I hadn't known that "mid-twenties" specifically meant twenty-five, but it wasn't important, so I let her think whatever she wanted. Now, sitting face-to-face, we continued kissing each other.