Now That We're Back to Normal... Weren't You Going to Force Yourself on Me Even If I Said No? Shove Your Cock in Here and in My Mouth, Too—Mmph! Mmph!
The second I got my body back, I was ready to storm straight into Areum's room.
I wanted to pay her back for every single thing she'd done to me, exactly the same way.
But the moment I stood in front of her door, my head went ice-cold.
"Ugh…."
Sarang was right next door. That bothered me.
So, for once, I actually thought before I acted—completely unlike me.
If Sarang caught us, the fallout would be a nightmare to clean up.
And then there was the other question gnawing at me: was it really okay to do to Areum exactly what she'd done when she came after me for revenge?
"Fuck…."
Everything else aside, Sarang was the problem.
That "we can't do this anymore" of hers kept looping in my head, needling me.
…Dawn was almost here.
Sarang would leave for school, and Areum and I would have the house to ourselves.
It wouldn't be too late even then. That thought settled it.
I forced myself to turn around and head back the way I'd come.
Then I threw myself onto the bed.
"Hah… heh heh…."
The sheer joy of having my body back kept sleep from coming. I lay there wide-eyed through the rest of the night until morning finally arrived.
I left my room to wake Sarang, who was probably still asleep.
My steps felt light.
Like some old, heavy clog in my chest had finally washed clean.
On my way to her room with that easy stride, I noticed Areum's door standing wide open.
And I saw them.
Areum on her bed—and Sarang settled right beside her.
"…S-Sarang?"
"…Yes!?"
Her answer came a half-beat late. I scratched my head.
"…Oppa?"
"Uh, yeah… sleep well?"
"Ah… yeees…."
Sarang's eyes darted around the room.
Then she stared at me with a completely blank look.
A whole mess of thoughts hit me at once.
Does she like girls?
I'd just figured it was solidarity.
That they were in similar situations, so they understood each other deeply—that was all I'd assumed.
Even though it had been Areum's body, the way she'd nestled so willingly into my arms…
And how, for those few days, she'd stuck to me especially close…
I'd thought that was all it was. But looking at her now, a different possibility flickered through my mind.
"Uh, uhh! S-so, um… y-you woke up early… huh?"
The way she reacted to me only fed the thought.
Her eyes were round as saucers, ready to pop right out of her head.
She was stuttering way more than usual.
Panic written all over her face, she scrambled for words and came toward me.
"O-Oppa, you got up so early! Ah, did you eat breakfast? Sh-should I make you some? Unnie seemed under the weather… want to eat just the two of us…? Ah, should you wash up first?"
"Hah… one thing at a time. I already forgot the first half."
"Th-then shall we step out? Unnie might wake up, s-so we should go."
She grabbed my shoulders and started pushing.
I let her, pretending I couldn't resist, and walked slowly forward.
"I'll make you a really delicious breakfast!"
"…You can cook?"
"O-of course! Want to eat first?"
"Sure, why not?"
It was a little surprising.
Judging by the vibe last night, I'd half expected her to hate my guts. Instead she was being weirdly nice.
And even though Areum—while she'd been in my body—had treated Sarang pretty coldly, Sarang was still being warm to me now.
"Heehee… just a second. I-I'll get ready real quick."
She sat me at the table, then fluttered off toward the kitchen in her light, airy pajamas.
She rummaged through the fridge, pulling out ingredients one after another.
"You know where everything is?"
"Ah… I'm just looking as I go. I'll have it ready in no time!"
"Nah, take your time."
Sarang seemed to actually enjoy cooking.
Nothing else explained how her energy had shot up so fast.
"Anything I can help with?"
"Hmm… then, um… c-could you help me with this?"
I'd expected something light—finding bowls, setting out utensils.
Instead, Sarang was holding out an apron.
"Heh heh, I'm terrible at cooking. Don't blame me if I burn it."
I said it while eyeing the bowl of beaten eggs.
"Ah, nooo… that's not it. I meant… put this apron on me…."
"…Huh? You want me to tie the apron?"
"Yes… I-I'm not very good at doing it by myself…."
"Ah! Okay. I thought it was something else. Of course I'll do it. Turn around."
Sarang spun around at once.
I gave the apron a couple of sharp snaps to shake off the dust, then slipped her face through the head hole.
"…J-just a second."
"Y-yes!"
My hands went around to her front.
I moved carefully, wary of any accidental sensitive touch.
"Done? Want it tighter?"
"Yes… j-just a little more…."
The soft rasp of the ties sliding, and the apron settled snug around her body.
"There. Good?"
"Hup, yeees…."
"Hah, not too tight to breathe?"
"Ah, nooo! This is perfect…."
I wondered if it felt a bit stifling, but she said she was fine, so I nodded.
Then I gathered the long ends hanging under her hips and tied a knot at the small of her back.
"Anything else?"
"Heehee… no, that's all. Now O-Oppa… just sit comfortably and wait for me."
Sarang's hand slipped under the apron and tugged free a lock of hair that had gotten caught.
It slid out with a soft shhhk, cascading down and scattering a pleasant scent.
"Sniff sniff—what perfume did you put on this early?"
"Ah, nooo! Y-you were smelling me again!?"
"Hah… no?"
"Aaang! Just sit down alreadyyy!"
She ducked under my reaching hand.
I could almost hear the soft bounce.
Her chest, pressed forward by the apron, swayed heavily.
"Hah, don't… I haven't even washed yet…."
Sarang half-sunk to the floor looked so unbearably cute that a violent urge I couldn't control surged up in me.
"How many times have I told you I don't care?"
"E-even so, I don't like ittt!"
It felt exactly like scooping up a squirming cat that kept insisting it hated being held.
I caught the dodging Sarang and finally planted my nose right on the crown of her head.
"Sniff sniff, sniff… mmm, delicious smell."
"Kyaaaaaang!!"
Bang—!
Sarang's scream and a loud crash echoed through the kitchen.
And there at the table, looking a little haggard and thoroughly displeased, stood Areum.
"…What the hell are you two doing."
(Park Areum)
I'd waited for Shin Down and ended up falling asleep first.
The noisy racket outside finally woke me.
The sight of the two of them rolling around on the floor, clinging to each other and giggling, was so irritating I could barely stand it.
Before I knew it I slammed my hand down on the table and glared at them.
Messed-up hair and clothes, flushed cheeks, and two pairs of eyes staring at me like I was the weird one.
I clenched my teeth hard and sat down.
Then I forced Shin Sarang's breakfast down my throat somehow.
Until every bowl was empty, Shin Down didn't so much as glance my way.
"Want me to drive you this morning?"
"Yes!? Really?"
"If you're okay with it."
To me it looked like pure busybody nonsense, but Shin Sarang's eyes lit up.
"Heeheehee, I'd love that… Oppa, you sure it's not a bother?"
"It's right nearby anyway. And if it ever is a bother, I'll say so. Today's fine."
In my eyes, Shin Sarang's tail was wagging so hard it practically vanished.
"Then I'll clean up here, so go wash up first."
"Yeees… then I'll hurry and wash."
"Ha!"
The hollow laugh that burst out of me drew both their gazes.
That bastard Shin Down used to only know how to eat and never clean up after himself… just when I thought he was starting to act a little more human, now he was putting on the good-guy act for Shin Sarang. It was so ridiculous I couldn't hold the laughter in.
"What?"
"Ah, nothing… I'll go wash first."
I glared at Shin Sarang's back as she vanished from the kitchen ahead of us.
Beside me, Shin Down clattered around clearing the table.
So I just sat there and waited.
I stared hard enough to wear a hole through his face, but he didn't pay me the slightest attention.
"Hey. Nothing to say?"
Shin Down looked around.
Then he pointed at himself with a finger and asked back,
"…Me?"
"Yeah, you."
"Hah, what would I have to say."
And he turned his back on me, ignoring me completely.
"Heyyy!"
"Jesus fuck… why are you yelling and throwing a fit."
"Why, why are you ignoring me? Huh? Why are you ignoring meee!"
"What the hell are you even talking about all of a sudden. You finished eating, so clean up."
I stood and walked over to him.
"Hey. Look at me."
"Keep saying hey, heyyy!"
I yanked my top clean off.
Only then did Shin Down jump and his eyes fly open.
"Haa… I'm going crazy. What if Sarang sees? I'll explain later, so put it back on for now, okay?"
His hand caught the clothes hanging on my chest and pulled them down.
"…So what if she sees? What happens if Shin Sarang sees?"
"I said I'll explain later. Just go inside first, fuck… can you not hear me?"
Shin Down was definitely reacting to me.
So this time I grabbed my pants and shoved them down.
Then I took one big step closer.
"Look. What's the big deal? You fucked me senseless before… is that embarrassing now?"
"…Bullshit. I told you to stop."
This time his hand caught the half-lowered pants and yanked them back up.
"Now that we're back to normal… weren't you going to force yourself on me even if I said no? Like, shove your cock in here and in my mouth, too—mmph! Mmph!"
Shin Down's hand clamped over my mouth.
Then he scooped me up and started walking.
The direction was my room.
I nodded to myself—yeah, of course.
Thud—
"Haa, huu…."
Shin Down laid me on the bed and sucked in rough breaths.
I swallowed hard from the tension.
Then he walked right back out.
"Hey! Heyyy! Where are you going!"
"Just sleep. Quit throwing a fit."
Bang—
And just like that, the door shut.