I Shuddered as His Tip Rubbed Between My Ass Cheeks
I moved the empty bowl to the sink and rinsed away the residue before it could dry and stick.
Only after I had neatly stacked the empty dishes in the dishpan did I turn back to that bitch Areum and speak.
"Can I go inside now?"
"You still have to wipe the spot where you ate with a dishcloth. Look at it. It's fucking filthy."
"…Okay."
I glanced around, grabbed the dishcloth draped over the sink, and wet it again under the faucet. Then I started to wipe the place where I had eaten.
"You fucking idiot, you have to wring the water out first. How the hell do you plan to wipe anything like that."
"Ah, sorry… It's, uh, my first time…"
"Is that something to brag about? First time using a dishcloth."
"Ha, haha… Sorry."
Her sarcasm made something swell inside me until it felt ready to burst, but the moment I met those sharp eyes it vanished as if it had never been there. An apology slipped out of my mouth by habit.
"…Is it really okay now?"
"Yeah. But wash the dishcloth you just used again. Then put it back where it belongs."
"Okay."
I inwardly cheered at the thought of finally escaping this suffocating kitchen. I rinsed the cloth under running water, wrung it out hard, and hung it back in its original place.
"…I'm really going in now."
"Yeah."
I left Areum behind—already polishing off her second bowl of rice—and got out of the kitchen. I didn't want to keep catching her eye and invite more complaints, so I hurried away with the longest strides I could manage before she could call me back.
"Ugh…"
But this damn dress kept brushing against my nipples, sending sharp little tingles through me. I stripped the dress off while I walked and headed straight into the bathroom without a second thought.
Click—
"Haa…"
Being alone in this space felt so comfortable. I liked this cramped bathroom, still holding a faint humidity from the water that had been splashed around earlier. Only a day or two ago this house—where Areum had been cleaning up after me—had felt completely at ease. Now just meeting her eyes made me tremble with the fear that she might devour me whole.
"That fucking bitch. No, worse than a dog… That goddamn bitch… Fucking bitch… Hooo…"
I muttered all the things I could never say to her face and stepped in front of the shower.
Whoosh—
Warm water struck my body and ran down in streams. Normally I would have just splashed myself and left, but today I felt like I could happily spend the rest of the day right here.
"Haa… Fuck…"
Areum's face and body stared back at me from the mirror. It wasn't that I couldn't believe the situation. I simply still couldn't feel that this reality was real. I reached for a toothbrush and froze halfway.
When our bodies were swapped, was I supposed to use "my" toothbrush… or that one of Areum's?
I stood stupidly under the spray and thought about it for a long time. In the end I chose "my" toothbrush. The decision was almost inevitable—just imagining the toothbrush that had been in Areum's mouth going into mine was enough to make me shudder.
"Hmm…"
A vague unease still lingered, but I squeezed toothpaste onto the familiar brush and brought it to my mouth. Areum's face in the mirror, my light-green toothbrush clamped between her lips—no matter how I looked at it, the sight felt strangely off. Better to use a new one. I rummaged through the cabinet and pulled out a spare.
"Hoo…"
Much better. Relieved that the brush was brand-new, I scrubbed every corner of my mouth, even the back of my tongue, then rinsed thoroughly.
"Ah, but the hair is so long again…"
Water droplets slowly soaked into the strands until they grew ridiculously heavy. Just as the urge to chop off every last cumbersome lock was rising, the bathroom door rattled a few times and then flew open.
"Ah, fuck! Y-you startled me!"
"Why so surprised? Were you jerking off again?"
"N-no! You suddenly open the door—of course I'm surprised!"
"Really? Sorry."
That fucking bitch Areum strode in completely naked, utterly unashamed, and came straight toward me. A cool draft followed in her wake.
"W-why!"
"Why? You think you can wash your hair properly by yourself?"
"No, but th-this is a bit…"
"Why? What's the problem? Say it."
Even if it was "my" body, and no matter who was inside it, having a man's body touch me went far beyond mere unpleasantness.
"Ah… Ugh, this really isn't…"
"Tsk. Just close your eyes, you idiot."
My reluctance meant nothing to her. She clicked her tongue a few times, telling me not to make a fuss, and picked up the showerhead.
Whoosh—
Without any further warning she began soaking my hair thoroughly.
"Watch carefully. Next time do it yourself."
"Ah, okay…"
There wasn't much to follow, honestly. All she was doing was thoroughly wetting every part of my scalp with warm water.
"Turn around."
"Huh?"
"I said turn."
"Ah… Okay."
Having her right behind me had already been burdensome enough; now we were face-to-face with barely enough space for a fist between us.
"Hair this long, you don't do it all at once. Divide it into sections. Rub the shampoo between your palms and spread it wide. Got it?"
"Uh… Got it."
Areum pumped shampoo onto her palm a couple of times, rubbed her hands together to spread it, and reached for my bangs.
"Ugh!"
"Why are you flinching like that. Come here."
I stepped back without thinking. Areum's face turned fierce. She scowled and jerked her chin at me.
"Not coming?"
"Haa…"
"Sighing, fuck… And dividing it means bangs first, then the sides, then the back. Understood?"
"Yeah…"
She worked shampoo into my bangs and built up a lather. Then she squeezed out more for the crown and sides before giving me a look that clearly ordered me to turn around again.
"Turn around?"
"Yeah. Hurry."
I caught her angry expression through half-lidded eyes and spun around at once.
"And don't comb while you're washing. If it's tangled, gently work it loose with your fingers."
"…Ugh."
My body was far too honest. Having someone else caress my hair and wash it for me didn't feel bad at all. If I had to choose between good and bad, it was definitely good—Areum's hands were soft. The only real flaws were that the person washing my hair was Areum, and that it was a man's body. Aside from those two things it was perfectly satisfying, so I closed my eyes and blankly enjoyed the touch.
"Hyaaak!"
"Ah… What."
"Ah, no… Just now…"
"Just now, what?"
Something had definitely slipped between my ass cheeks. Areum, of course, pretended not to know.
"Ugh, but… You're too close. Move back a little…"
"Why?"
Now she was rubbing between my cheeks with blatant intent. And what had been soft earlier now felt distinctly hard.
"Haa… Stop joking around…"
I shuddered at the glans rubbing back and forth along the cleft of my ass. I thrashed, trying to pull free, but Areum's firm arms locked around me and dragged me against her.
"Hey. Where do you think you're going without rinsing the foam."
"Fuck… Foam isn't the problem—b-below, below!!"
"Heh, this? What's wrong with it? Like you said, it's fucking huge, so it brushed against you a little."
The arm around my neck pressed down on my shoulders. The other hand that had been holding my waist began sliding lower, groping across my belly.
"Y-you said you'd wash my hair—suddenly w-what are you doing!"
"I am washing your hair. And I'll clean your body for you too."
Areum's greasy voice slid into my ear. Her shampoo-slick hand continued downward along my body until it settled firmly between my thighs.
"Did you wipe here after you used the toilet earlier?"
"…Y-yeah! I-I wiped."
"With toilet paper?"
"Y-yeah…"
I hadn't even thought about wiping. I just felt like I had to say yes given the atmosphere.
"Did you wipe it clean? Rubbed properly?"
"Y-yeah! I said so—ugh!"
Fingers pushed inside with a wet squelch.
"Who told you to wipe like that? If you get an infection here, are you going to take responsibility?"
Squelch squelch squelch squelch—
"H-haah! Sorry, sorrrry!"
"How is there nothing you do right? From now on you ask my permission before you use the toilet too. Got it?"
"Hng! Got it, I'll ask, I'll ask so—hahk! Please this—ugh!"
The pain below had long since been forgotten. Pleasure swallowed my entire body until I could no longer hold on to sanity.
"Haeng! Ugh… A-Areumaaaang!!"
"Why? Why are you calling me?"
"S-stop! Stooop!!"
The ticklish heat that had started in my pussy spread through every inch of me. Areum's thick fingers dug into my vaginal walls while her other hand seized my breast.
"I was wrooong!! Sorry, sorrrry!!!"
My voice rang so loudly through the bathroom that my own ears tingled. Still Areum's fingers never once thought of stopping.
"H-haaak!! Ugh! Haeng!"
I desperately waited for this fucking hand play to end, but after my eyes rolled back a couple of times even standing became too much.
Pshuut— pshut pshut— shiiiii—
Pussy water burst out below me and my hips trembled violently. Shampoo running down from my hair stung my eyes; my drained body naturally leaned against Areum just to stay upright. The same body I had been trying to push away—now I couldn't even support myself without leaning on her. It was almost funny.
"There, there. Now watch carefully."
Areum sat me down on the toilet. My exhausted body let my legs fall open and my back slump against the tank.
Rrrrip—
Toilet paper came free into her hand. Then she patted between my spread thighs.
Tap— tap—
"See? You wipe like this. Don't scrub hard here. Got it now?"
"Ugh… Ugh, haeng…"
"I asked if you got it."
"Haaaak! U-ugh!"
My exhausted mind and body were barely clinging to consciousness, yet I couldn't endure the sharp twist of pain in my nipples. My eyes closed as if I were fainting. I felt Areum's hands gripping me and shaking me, but I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes again.