Heh, Heheh... I Was Wrong!
Areum yanked my pants down and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, stuffed my cock into her mouth.
I clamped my lips shut and shook my head, but there was no shaking free of the fist knotted in my hair.
"Puhh! Hoo, hooop!"
"Ugh... Don't go limp on me... Sarang's waiting outside. We gotta finish this quick, right?"
This blowjob was worse than sex.
At least with sex there had been the faintest hope that our bodies might switch again. This half-assed sex act was nothing but a tool for making me suffer.
"Puhh! Cough, kuhh!"
And it wasn't simply that the cock was long and thick.
Areum drove it deep into my throat like she was conducting research on exactly how to make it even more hellish for me.
"Cough, cough! Coop! Ke, kehek! Kuhh!"
"Hnn, haaah! Why are you fighting it... ugh!"
The bumpy veins of the cock scraping in and out of my throat grated against the mucous membrane. The vulgar puep-puep sounds from the bulging glans echoed inside my skull. Thick saliva dribbled from the corners of my mouth; tears streamed down my cheeks.
Ziiiiiiing—!!
A thunderclap slammed into my ears as cum gushed down my throat.
"Hnn, hnn! Gulp, puhh! Gulp...."
"Haa... So pretty... Don't spill any, hnn... Drink every last drop...."
The hand stroking the back of my head, and the cock still twitching while buried in my throat, were disgusting. The foul reek of cum rising from my throat stabbed my nostrils.
"Hnn! Hic!"
But even that was fucked up—I'd somehow learned the knack without realizing it.
I held my breath. I forced myself to endure the foul smell of cum seeping into my nose. And I tried, however desperately, to forget the squishy texture coating my tongue.
Soon I simply sat there, letting every muscle go slack. My limp body collapsed into Areum as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She held me up and looked down from above.
Our eyes met. I relaxed my gaze and put on a blank expression.
"Heh, hehe...."
Thoroughly satisfied, Areum gave me that fucking smile and laid me on the floor.
"You're so pretty when you're obedient like this."
She groped my breasts. My stiff nipples were pinched between her fingers and screamed. I kept my mouth shut and screamed in silence. The only thought in my head was that reacting would put me at a disadvantage.
Tap tap—
Then she patted my ass as if to say good job.
"Go wash up first. I'll grab the rest of the luggage with Shin Sarang."
"Hnn, hnn...."
At those words I finally exhaled the breath I'd been holding. The taste of cum filling my mouth made my head feel like it would split.
"Or just lie there like that. Do whatever."
Clunk— Thud—
"Hnn... Fucking bitch."
I glared at the door Areum had vanished through as if I wanted to chew it to pieces, then pushed myself up and headed straight for the bathroom.
No matter how many times I rinsed my mouth, the smell of cum wouldn't leave. I had no idea how many times I'd brushed my teeth trying to scrub it away. Of course, it never came off....
With clumsy hands I washed my long hair and scrubbed the cum from my body.
"Haa...."
The voluptuous figure reflected in the mirror. I ran my own hand down the soft curve of a breast. This was a woman's body I'd once been so obsessed with—White Rabbit's body, no less—and yet now it sat somewhere far beyond my concern.
"Heh, hehe...."
If anything, it was torment. Ever since I'd been shoved into this damn body, every single thing had been pure hell.
And then, suddenly, I looked between my legs. A string was hanging long from my pussy.
"Bullshit...."
The fact that I was now shoving in a tampon—or whatever the hell it was—had become almost laughable.
"Hnn...."
The thing that came free with a long pull was clean except for a little dampness of bodily fluid on the white cotton. I chucked the used tampon straight into the trash.
"......"
Then there were the panties and bra in my hand. They were clearly the fresh set I'd put on that morning, but I didn't want to put them back on my body. Dirty or not didn't even matter—I simply hated the act of wearing them.
I folded the panties neatly, rolled them up inside the bra, and put on only the rest of the clothes. Of course the top with the nipples poking out was noticeable, but I didn't care.
I was about to walk out like that, then stopped and went back to the trash can where I'd thrown the tampon. It looked unsightly sitting there exposed, so I tore off a few tissues and covered it.
"Hoo...."
Now that Sarang was living with us too—three people under one roof—I figured I ought to care about this much at least.
Creeeak—
The steamy heat the bathroom had been holding spilled out. The cool air of the living room touched my skin and, for a brief moment, gave me the clean refreshment of a shower.
"Ha...."
But the second I saw the back of Areum's head, my body went cold. I immediately tossed the underwear into the laundry basket and started toward my room... then turned and walked the other way.
Fuck.
Come to think of it, I no longer had "my" room. I had to stay in Areum's. It felt fucking awkward to me, but from Sarang's point of view that arrangement would look perfectly natural. So I had no choice but to head for Areum's room.
"Unnie!!"
"...Yeah."
Sarang, who had been sitting beside her, called out in a bright, lively voice. I couldn't pretend I hadn't heard, so I turned around.
"Are you feeling okay? Should I get you some medicine?"
"Hehe... No...."
I just wanted to rest. Somewhere with no one else, just lie quietly and close my eyes.
"I'm gonna rest a bit first."
"Ah! Unnie! Then I'll dry your hair for you...!"
Sarang jumped to her feet and ran over. Her long hair swished with every step.
"Unnie! You'll catch a cold if you stay like that. Hurry!"
My gaze drifted naturally to Areum. Our eyes collided in midair. She wore a thoroughly sulky expression, full of some unspoken grievance.
"...Should I?"
"Yes! I'm really good at drying hair!"
Sarang linked her arm through mine, pressing her body close until she was half hugging me.
"Ah...."
I'd only ever thought of her as a kid, but Sarang was a woman too. Compared to Areum, her physique alone didn't fall short in the slightest—it was excellent.
I shook off the brief improper thought and walked toward the room with her.
"Hehe, um... Can I come in with you?"
"Uh, yeah. Of course."
She seemed to be asking for permission. It wasn't even my room, but I agreed readily.
Click— Tick—
And I locked the door for no real reason. Picking the lock from outside would have been trivial, but I figured she wouldn't try it while I was with Sarang.
"Unnie, the light...."
"Ah, yeah. Just a sec."
I groped for the switch and, with a couple of clicks, flooded the room with light.
"Wow... So this is Unnie's room...."
Sarang looked around, sightseeing. If it had really been my room I would have been scrambling to hide a dozen things, but at least for now that wasn't a problem. I left her free to explore until she was satisfied and sat myself on the edge of the bed.
"...The room is really neat, huh?"
"Is it?"
"Yes... Super clean and pretty."
There was nothing special about the room. No real interior design to speak of—mostly white, furniture new and clean.
"Ah, we need to decorate your room too, Sarang... Shall we do it whenever we have free time on a weekday or weekend?"
"...Is that okay?"
"Heh, of course. That over there is your room now."
I pointed to the room right next door.
"Unnieee...."
Sarang dashed over with a rapid dadadada and threw herself into my arms.
"Ugh...."
A soft female body wrapped around mine.
"Ah, sorry... Do I smell right now?"
"No? It's fine."
It had been the same the other day. She'd avoided my touch, fretting that she smelled. I figured it was just an age where that sort of thing made her self-conscious—but the urge to tease her rose all the same.
"Sniff sniff, sniff."
"Aah! Ha, don't!"
"Won't you stay still?"
I held on to Sarang as she tried to wriggle free. In that mutual embrace I caught her strong body scent. Sweat? Pheromones? I couldn't name it exactly, but that unique fragrance tickling my nose wasn't bad at all.
"Sniff, sniff sniff sniff... Haa...."
"Uh, Unnieee!"
Her reaction was pretty entertaining this time too—especially after all the bickering with Areum.
"Won't you stay still?"
"Hnn, hnn! Stop! Stooop!"
"Hehehe...."
Unlike a certain someone, Sarang's cute tantrum stretched my mouth into a wide grin. Still holding her, I toppled us both onto the bed.
"Aaaang! Stop it! Hnn, hnn!"
I dug my fingers into her side and tickled her mercilessly. Her giggling voice pulled the corners of my lips even higher.
"Heh, heheh... Hic! I surrender! I surrender!"
Because of her thrashing, my hand slipped deeper. When the soft skin beneath her clothes met my fingers, I flinched in surprise myself.
"Ah... So, sorry...."
"Hnn, haang... I-I'm gonna die from the tickles...."
Her somewhat deflated voice made me feel a little guilty, so I quickly let her go.
"Heh, heh, hnn... Haaang...."
Her chest heaved up and down. Her tongue poked out a little between her lips—exactly like a puppy exhausted from the heat.
"Haang... Unnieee!"
Sarang lunged at me again, but I easily dodged and climbed on top of the body sprawled across the bed.
"You said you surrendered?"
"Heh, heheh... I was wrong...."
"Again?"
"Yes...."
Finding her so cute, I stroked her head a few times with a gentle rub-rub, then climbed off.
"Now dry my hair a bit."
"......Already?"
"Hm? What did you say?"
"Ah, nothing! I'll dry it for you!"
Sarang waved her hands frantically and shook her head.