18. To Her, Who Became a Futanari... (2)
18. To Her, Who Became a Futanari... (2)
The cessation of thought.
Until now, Ryu Baek-seol had only known that concept theoretically, never truly understanding what it felt like in reality.
But now.
Right now, when all the nerves and muscles in her body felt like they had taken root deep into the ground through her heels.
Baek-seol couldn't think of anything.
The scene unfolding before her eyes was something that far surpassed any imagination she had ever had.
"So-jeong......?"
In this unreal reality, she managed to open her mouth while looking at the most familiar face she knew.
Then Han So-jeong, who had been deeply immersed in something, opened her eyes wide as if waking from a dream and met her gaze.
"......Huh?"
With that single syllable that slipped out, Baek-seol watched as the light in So-jeong's eyes changed in what felt like slow motion.
Eyes mixed with disbelief at seeing Baek-seol before her, tinged with confusion.
And then, as she realized what she was seeing was real, those eyes grew larger with shock and fear instead of confusion.
"B-Baek-seol?"
Slip-
As if the strength had left her trembling hand, the small piece of cloth So-jeong had been holding slipped and fell.
In this space where time seemed to have stopped, that single moving object drew Baek-seol's gaze like a black hole,
Thump.
And so Baek-seol saw her panties fall lightly onto what So-jeong was holding in her other hand.
When the cloth touched the plum-red tip, it twitched and throbbed as if by reflex.
It's not a toy.
A light voice that didn't sound like her own spoke from somewhere deep in Baek-seol's mind.
"Baek-seol, th-that's......"
So-jeong curled up her body as if trying to hide the thing protruding from between her legs and opened her mouth.
"This is, well. Let me explain......"
But it seemed So-jeong herself couldn't find the words to explain the situation, as she just kept rambling incoherently.
That part at least was exactly like the So-jeong that Baek-seol knew.
When faced with unexpected situations, So-jeong had always panicked more easily than her.
In those moments, it had always been Baek-seol herself who regained composure first and looked for solutions.
"So-jeong. Han So-jeong."
Perhaps because familiar memories from the past surfaced, Baek-seol felt her completely scattered thoughts slowly returning.
......Though seeing that huge thing still growing between those legs made her feel like even those thoughts might fly away again, so she kept her eyes fixed on So-jeong's face as much as possible and spoke again.
"So-jeong. Try to calm down for a moment."
"Huh?"
So-jeong's wandering eyes finally met Baek-seol's.
"First, calm down a little and explain slowly."
Until Baek-seol suddenly entered the room, So-jeong hadn't shown any signs of panic or confusion.
Rather, she had been stroking the thing between her legs with her hand and enj... enjoying herself.
Remembering this, Baek-seol thought that perhaps the abnormal phenomenon itself wasn't that surprising to So-jeong.
In that case, let's first hear So-jeong's story and then think about it.
That was the conclusion Baek-seol reached after wringing out her still somewhat frozen brain.
So-jeong seemed to be gradually regaining her composure thanks to Baek-seol's calmness.
"I-it might take a while to explain......"
Watching So-jeong gather her thoughts while speaking, Baek-seol let out a small sigh of relief.
The frozen time seemed to be moving again. Though this was completely unexpected, if they could talk it through like this, there might be some small progress.
Her tension eased slightly. She could feel the stiff blood circulating back to her head.
But fate is sometimes like a skilled hunter, waiting for the moment when its prey lets its guard down to launch its real attack.
Click. Beep-
The sound of a card key being inserted behind Baek-seol, followed by the sound of the door unlocking.
"!!"
What moved Baek-seol was closer to instinct than reason.
"Oops~ I forgot something too...... Huh?"
Choi Ha-na's cheerful voice filled the room as she opened the door abruptly.
"Baek-seol unnie, where did you go saying you were getting something?"
Ha-na glanced around the empty room for a moment.
"So-jeong unnie isn't here either....... Ah."
As if deducing something, Ha-na snapped her fingers.
"Did they go somewhere separately? Maybe to the convenience store."
Apparently accepting her own hypothesis immediately, Ha-na began humming and approached her bag in the corner of the room.
Right next to the sofa where her bag was placed.
Completely unaware that the two people she had been looking for were hiding under the thick comforter of the large bed.
The thick comforters in these accommodations had enough volume on their own, making it difficult to quickly notice someone hiding underneath if covered completely to the head.
But Baek-seol, worried that Ha-na might sense their presence, curled up tightly and hugged So-jeong close to minimize their combined surface area.
"......!!"
So-jeong took a sharp breath, startled by suddenly being pulled into her embrace, but Baek-seol hugged her even tighter, silently conveying that she should stay still for just a moment.
In the split second when the card key sound was heard, Baek-seol's body had shot forward like lightning, pushing So-jeong—who had been kneeling on the bed—down onto her back and pulling the comforter over them.
Even in retrospect, it was astonishing how fast she had moved, but thanks to that, Ha-na seemed completely unaware of their presence.
"New body wash~ the scent of roses drifting~ mmm~ rosy rosy~"
The sound of her humming a TV commercial jingle and unzipping her bag could be heard.
If only Ha-na would just leave again.
First, if she could just get So-jeong to put on pants, she could prevent any suddenly awkward situations.
Yes, if she could just hide that monstrously sized thing between her legs......
'Ah.'
When her thoughts reached that point, Baek-seol finally became aware of the sensation of So-jeong's body touching hers.
And she belatedly understood why So-jeong had been squirming and trying to move.
So-jeong and Baek-seol, pressed tightly together to avoid detection.
The two were touching each other while facing one another,
which inevitably meant that So-jeong's hot, hard object was pressing firmly against Baek-seol's smooth lower abdomen.
And though Baek-seol didn't know it, So-jeong's dick had already been stimulated to the point of near-ejaculation and was extremely sensitive.
In that state, So-jeong had unexpectedly become entangled with Baek-seol and entered the confined space under the comforter.
Whether by chance or simply because Baek-seol's top was thin and short, while hiding under the comforter, So-jeong's dick had slipped through Baek-seol's clothes and was touching her bare skin.
Baek-seol's scent wafting around her, and So-jeong's stomach softly pressing against the back of her shaft.
It was an explosive stimulation that far exceeded any tolerable limit.
"Hngk, Ba-Baek-seol ah......"
So-jeong whimpered softly, her voice barely audible over Ha-na's singing.
"Shh, just hold on a little longer."
Baek-seol whispered urgently, but So-jeong's ragged breathing didn't subside.
"Sorry, I can't hold it...... I'm coming......!"
"Coming? What's comi......"
But Baek-seol didn't need So-jeong to explain what was coming.
Even without seeing it in the dark under the comforter, Baek-seol could feel it.
The hot rod that suddenly swelled against her lower abdomen and twitched violently! Twitch! Twitch!
And along with it, the feeling of something warm and slightly sticky liquid being sprayed all over her lower chest and abdomen—twice, three times, four times, wildly.
A fishy yet somehow sweet scent instantly filled the space under the comforter.
"Hffft......!!"
At that intense smell that seemed to bloom throughout her entire body through her nostrils, Baek-seol nearly lost consciousness again.
An unfamiliar yet somehow once-familiar peculiar scent. Baek-seol vaguely remembered smelling the same scent in her own bathroom from some distant memory.
The smell itself felt suffocating. Electricity tingled throughout her body, and she felt her lower abdomen heating up intensely.
"With rose-scented body wash, you too can become a flower~"
Ha-na's voice could still be heard singing along as she opened the door with light, dancing footsteps.
Click.
As the sound of the door closing was heard, a quiet silence once again fell over the room like a shadow.
"Haa, haa......"
Perhaps from all the tension, Baek-seol's breathing was somewhat ragged.
She wanted to check if Ha-na had really left, but afraid she might drown in this smell if she stayed like this, Baek-seol slowly pushed the comforter aside.
"Hfft, haak......"
So-jeong was still twitching and making lewd sounds, and with each movement, thick, white, jelly-like liquid gushed out from between her legs.
"Sorry, I'm sorry Baek-seol......"
So-jeong apologized to her while barely able to control her own body.
As she removed the comforter, Baek-seol gazed blankly at So-jeong's thing—now clearly visible under the ceiling light—the male genitalia she had only seen during sex education classes, and the traces of ejaculation (which she had also only known theoretically) that had sprayed from it.
Baek-seol let out a heavy sigh, now completely unable to make sense of anything.
"......Let's get cleaned up first."
Right now, all she wanted was to deal with this sticky situation.