Lucy × Rumi (3)
Hoyeon had a plan of his own.
He would manufacture a situation Lucy had no choice but to refuse.
"B-begging? Ah—okay. B-begging for your cock…."
The filthy words raining down on her made Lucy's head spin.
…How are you even supposed to beg for something like that?
She turned her face away — and that was when she noticed the bulge straining hard against Hoyeon's lower half.
"Th-that… um…."
"What's wrong? You did it last time. Spreading your legs and asking me to put my cock in you."
"Sp-spread them… and… c-cock…."
Lucy couldn't believe her ears.
She had never imagined Rumi and Hoyeon had already gone that far. The little sister who had always seemed like such a baby had become a woman without her.
A petty, unwelcome hurt pricked at Lucy's chest.
And while she sat there stunned, Hoyeon's hand slid between her thighs. He had no real intention of touching her — he only needed to push the moment far enough that the truth would come spilling out of her mouth.
His fingers found the soft skin of her thigh, then traveled further, until they reached the sticky heat of her most intimate flesh.
"H-hhk…!"
Did I take the joke too far?
A flicker of regret crossed Hoyeon's mind as he looked at her face. But contrary to every calculation — contrary to the confession he had been trying to force from her lips — Lucy slowly spread her legs.
The gown fell away. The smooth expanse of her skin met the open air. Her face was scarlet, and between her thighs a pink cleft slowly revealed itself.
It was a combination that could drive any man out of his mind.
"P-put your cock in… please… Hoyeon…."
Watching her squeeze her eyes shut and force those obscene words out in a voice thick with shame, Hoyeon closed the distance between them.
In that instant, the reason holding him together lost to lust.
He possessed Clear Mind — but sexual desire was the one appetite it could never restrain. That hunger began to boil up from deep inside him.
Thump. Thump.
What am I thinking. What am I thinking. What…!
Lucy, too, was feeling something strange. The moment Hoyeon's hand had touched her sex, her legs had fallen open of their own accord, without a shred of resistance.
No. I can't give away my first time like this.
Common sense tried to hold her body back — but every time his fingers moved, she surrendered a little more easily.
Tap. Tap.
Each light brush of his fingertips against her folds made Lucy feel like she was losing her mind. The heat rising through her was almost impossible to hold back. She had never felt anything like this, and that only made her more confused.
Is it right to have my first time wearing Rumi's face? If this goes on, my first experience with the man I love might be ruined forever.
A slow, lingering stroke—
But this touch. This sensation. She could not refuse it. Caught in the invincible gravity between heroine and protagonist, Lucy was facing a temptation she simply could not endure.
"Ah… ahh…."
"I'm putting it in."
"Y-yes… Hoyeon…."
At last, the head of Hoyeon's cock pressed against Lucy's entrance. A tingling jolt of sensation raced through her body — the starting point of a pleasure she could not refuse. He was a breath away from sliding inside her.
"N-no, no! Stop!"
Only then did Lucy shove him away. At the very last possible second, she clawed her reason back and threw the temptation off. She knew that if they had sex like this, they could never go back to the way things were.
But even as she struggled, Hoyeon remained perfectly still, perfectly calm. Growing more desperate, Lucy forced the words out.
"I-I… the truth is…!"
"I know. Lucy."
"…Huh?"
"I've known from the start. There's no way I wouldn't recognize you."
"Th-then why did you keep pretending you didn't… nnh, hhhnnngh?!"
Hoyeon took hold of himself and dragged the length of his cock slowly up along Lucy's folds.
"I'm the one who should be asking that. Why did you come to me pretending to be Rumi?"
"…."
Lucy froze, thrown completely by a reaction she had never anticipated.
A man and a woman, naked, looking at each other. A romantic situation, by any measure.
And I was interrogating Lucy.
"Lucy."
I met her eyes, slow and deliberate.
"Nnh…."
"Be honest with me. Do you hate me?"
Everything was unfolding exactly as I'd intended. The plan was to steal the initiative — to tell her I'd known all along, right before the confession left her mouth.
If I revealed it first, she might get angry that I hadn't said anything from the beginning. Even if she didn't get angry, her feelings could still take a hit.
But this was different. Lucy was so startled by a reaction she hadn't imagined that she was getting pulled straight into my conversation.
"No. Of course I don't…."
"Then do you hate Rumi?"
"No! Never!"
"Then why? Why pretend to be Rumi and come to me?"
Lucy looked at me, then carefully opened her mouth.
"…I was afraid I'd be a burden to both of you. I wanted to know how you really felt. I'm sorry. I'm really… sorry. All I ever do is things I have to apologize for… hic. I was so scared you'd hate me…."
Her eyes turned red. She must have been suffering for a long time.
This was entirely my fault. I should have finished her route ages ago, but something else always came up, and her conquest kept getting pushed back — almost, but never quite. If I couldn't take what was being handed to me on a silver platter like this, I wouldn't even deserve to call myself a man.
"Lucy. You can just be honest about how you feel."
"…Is that really okay? Wouldn't I just be in the way?"
Her eyes trembled with uncertainty.
"Yeah. I like you. It feels a little weird saying it myself, but… I like both of you. You and Rumi."
"You're trash… you really are."
Heh.
Lucy's face finally brightened a little. I had just told her, to her face, that I liked another woman too — and yet she looked relieved, a happy smile spreading across her lips.
"Hoyeon."
"Yeah."
"I like you too. I've… always liked you. Ever since you saved me from Felix. No — maybe even before that…. I've always liked you. I liked you first… hic."
"Thank you. For telling me."
"I don't mind being second… I like you anyway…."
"You're not second. You're both first."
I pulled Lucy against my chest as fat tears rolled down her cheeks. One more weight off my heart, at last.
I'd already confessed like trash to Baek A-young, and now I was being trash to Lucy and Rumi too. A shame, but it couldn't be helped. A harem was trash. That was just the truth. Accepting that was the path of a harem.
"Hic… hh…."
"It's okay. It's okay…."
I stroked Lucy's hair and held her close. Which, of course, meant our bodies pressed together.
"But what's this down here?"
My cock naturally prodded against Lucy's stomach.
"A physiological response…?"
"…You really are trash."
Not my fault. This body was the problem — the one that got aroused instead of feeling pity or sympathy at the sight of a crying woman.
Lucy eased out of my arms, then slowly placed her hands on my chest.
"…I like you. No. I love you."
"I love you too, Lucy. And Rumi."
She averted her gaze, looking embarrassed as she spoke.
"I-if it's you, it's okay. But it's my first time, so… be gentle."
"……Yeah. Of course."
Poke. Poke.
Every time I lied, the triangle of conscience in my chest spun on its axis and stabbed me in the heart. Lucy still didn't know that I had already taken her first time. But that triangle had been ground down so thoroughly by now that I could endure this much pain.
I couldn't hide it forever anyway. Steeling myself to face it head-on, I slowly got into position.
A wet sound.
Ordinarily I would have started with a blowjob… but I felt guilty, and this wasn't the time for that.
Gulp.
"W-why are you… staring?"
Lucy was tensing every muscle in her body, bracing for what was about to enter her. I couldn't just push in like this.
"Because your body is beautiful."
"Compliments aren't going to get you anythiii—nnnh…!"
I made a surprise grab at Lucy's breasts, still rigid with tension. She was small enough that I could keep my position — right at the brink of entering her — and still reach her chest.
"Hahhn, ah… that's… that's weeeird…."
I rubbed and teased the pink nipples standing out from her skin, and Lucy twitched and moaned. The feel of them was unmistakably similar to Rumi's. Soft, yielding, springy breasts. And the way her face flushed with embarrassment every time I touched them was just as cute.
After playing with her chest a little longer, I slid my hand downward.
"Nnh, ah, nnnh…."
A slick sound. I worked a finger into Lucy's cleft.
That should be enough.
When I pulled my finger free, thick, viscous fluid dripped down its length. I brushed her clit with those wet fingers, and Lucy shuddered hard, clinging to my arm.
"Ahn, ah, nnh. S-stop… stop it… I'm getting weird. Hnngh…."
Squelch. Squelch.
I rubbed her clit with my palm while pushing a finger inside her. I loosened her thoroughly, so she wouldn't feel overwhelmed when I finally put it in.
"Hnnnngh…. Khh… haah."
I gently unhooked Lucy's arms from around me as she panted, and brought the head of my cock to her entrance. She looked up at me with dazed eyes when my hands stopped. Then she pressed her lips tight and braced herself.
Even so, her body was far more relaxed than before. Entering her wouldn't be a problem.
"I'm putting it in, Lucy."
"Yes. I mean — yeah… th-they say the first time hurts. Be gentle…."
"Don't worry."
A firm press — I closed the distance and began to push inside.
That was when Lucy gave me a little shove.
"Lucy?"
"I-I have to beg too, don't I? I can't let Rumi be the only one. I want to do it too."
"Ah… yeah…."
If I told her that had been a lie now, she'd get angry.
Lucy slowly spread her legs, pulled her thighs apart with her hands, and opened her mouth.
"P-put your cock in me too. J-just… don't make it hurt."
"…Okay."
Watching Lucy swallow her embarrassment and beg for it was genuinely adorable. I'd mixed bodies with her before, but it hadn't been proper sex. It had only been a means of breaking a heat spell. I treated her as if this were my first time too.
"Hyeek… haahmm…."
Lucy squeezed her eyes shut and clapped a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle the moans escaping her. Even if it wasn't her first time, there would still be a little pain. After so long, her muscles would be startled by the intrusion.
But it clearly wasn't as painful as she'd imagined, because Lucy cracked her eyes open.
"I-it's not a big deal. Yeah. It doesn't hurt at a—nnh…."
"Me too. Hah. Feels good."
I endured the pressure clamping down on me from every direction and pushed the head further in.
"Hh, ahhmm… s-slowly… nnh…."
I moved my hips slowly, just as Lucy had asked. Given how small she was, the size of me was probably a lot to take. In Rumi's case, she'd borrowed the power of an artifact for her first time, so she hadn't felt as much pain.
Feeling the writhing texture of her inner walls, I pushed all the way in. Lucy, still wincing, spoke to me.
"Haah, haah…. Is it all the way in?"
"Yeah. All the way."
"I-it doesn't hurt as much as I thought. …D-did I bleed a lot? I heard the bed gets soaked in blood the first time…."
"Uh… yeah. It's fine."
Instead of answering the bizarre information Lucy had picked up somewhere, I slowly rolled my hips.
"Hahhn, aaahn…. W-wait. Ahh…."
Thump. Thump. Every time I moved, Lucy's breasts swayed with me.
"W-wait a second. Wh-why isn't there any blood?"
I'd been thrusting as hard as I could to keep her from looking — but she looked anyway.
"…Not everyone bleeds their first time. Some people just don't."
Lucy stared at the clean sheets in confusion, and I pulled her into my arms, avoiding her eyes. I could have played it off as nothing. But… my conscience was screaming. The already-worn triangle in my chest was going berserk.
Lucy, unsettled by the way I'd looked away, started talking in a rush.
"N-no. It really is my first time. Please believe me."
Tears welled in her eyes. How unfair must this feel, for her to be on the verge of crying? I startled and hurried to soothe her.
"Calm down, Lucy. I believe you. Maybe it tore during training or something… I'm not doubting you at all, so don't worry."
"First. It's all firsts. I-I'd never even seen a man's body before. Hnngh…. H-having a cock inside my pussy is a first too… ahh, so why does it feel this goood…!"
Squelch — squelch.
Cock really was the most effective argument. Lucy had been protesting her innocence one second, and the next she was trembling with every roll of my hips, taking me deeper.