The Problem Was Areum Doing Sextagram... And Getting Caught by Me Started Everything
These days every day had been like this, but today was especially rough.
From the crack of dawn, my shameful secret had been exposed to Sarang. I'd somehow managed to skate past that, but next came the problem of that damn Areum.
Mercifully — for me, at least — our bodies had switched back to normal. That freed me from Areum's violence and oppression, but then she threw herself at me in a full-body assault, and as a man there was nothing I could do about it.
After getting thoroughly drained of every last drop of cum, completely spent, I went to pick up Sarang. Then came the shopping and a string of absurd situations that left me hollowed out.
Even now, with my head cooled, I still couldn't understand Areum's intentions one bit. Especially when she herself didn't know why she was acting that way — figuring out her feelings was obviously impossible.
"I don't know either…."
Quite a bit of time had passed. After showering, Sarang and I had sat in the living room chatting quietly. I'd just put her to bed as she started nodding off, and come back out.
I looked at the living room clock. Then I sent Areum another message.
"Haa…."
At first I'd figured she'd come in any minute now — easy, casual thought. But as time dragged on, and as my messages piled up one after another, darker thoughts started creeping in whether I wanted them or not.
Sarang didn't seem particularly bothered, so I hadn't made a show of it, but I couldn't stop fretting. If she was still sitting quietly in the parking garage, fine. But the idea that she might have vanished somewhere else was driving me insane.
By the time I came to my senses, I was already standing in front of the elevator, gasping for breath. Muttering under my breath that Areum had better still be right where she was, I stepped inside.
Wooooom—
My body dropped with a lurch, the floor seeming to fall out from under me. I watched the floor numbers race downward and tried to steady my breathing. Then a soft ding, the doors slid open, and I hurried out.
"Hoo, huff, haa…."
Even that short sprint left me winded all over again. Spending every day cooped up indoors really had wrecked my stamina — I felt it now more than ever.
"Hnn…."
The moment I stopped running, the cold bit in fast. The night air, grown properly chilly, seeped straight through my skin. Just a few meters left to the car.
Thankfully, it was still parked right where it belonged. And through the window, I could make out Areum's shape.
I went straight to the passenger side and yanked the door open without hesitation.
Clunk—
"…What the hell are you doing. You didn't even check your messages."
"Ah……."
Areum was sitting in the passenger seat with her soles planted on the cushion, knees pulled up against her chest. She looked up at me, mouth hanging open, wearing the dumbest expression.
"Get out. We're going inside."
"…No."
"What do you mean, no."
I grabbed her wrist to haul her out — and her body was ice-cold. Something about that sent a spike of irritation through me.
"Nngh… I don't want to go in…."
"Haa. Let's not waste energy on this, okay? Why are you digging your heels in over something so pointless."
If she'd actually driven off somewhere, maybe this shitty mood of mine would have made a little more sense. But staging a sit-in right here in the parking garage, in plain sight — that just pissed me off all over again.
"You… told me to cool my head… and to think about it… but I still can't sort anything out, so what the hell am I supposed to do…."
"What?"
Her body was trembling. So was her voice.
"I still… hic… don't knowww… so just leave me alone, please… hngk…."
The trembling spilled into her shoulders, which started to hitch. Still clutching one of my hands, she started sniffling, then scrubbed at her face with the other.
"…Hey. Are you crying?"
"Hic… hnk… Bullshit, I— I'm not cryinggg…!!"
"Haa……."
From the hazy eyes glancing up at me, a bead of water welled and spilled. It traced a long line down along the corner of her eye.
I'd seen Areum cry more times than I could count since we were kids, but every single time, something in my chest still went tight. I let out one heavy sigh after another and climbed into the car. She flinched, but I ignored it and rummaged for what I needed.
"…Why the hell are you crying. What did you even do right."
I pulled out a wet wipe. I almost wiped the tears off her face myself, then just shoved it into her hand instead.
"Do your thinking inside. What even is this."
"Hic, hnk… hiiing… Nooo… I said nooo…."
"Hurry up."
"I said no, hic… I don't wannaaa!"
I'd hoped she'd at least pretend to give in and follow me. But no — this was a whole other level of stubborn. The frustration only deepened.
"…Alright, fine. Don't blame me if you get hurt."
Talking her down had failed. So I went for force — scooped her up into my arms.
"Let go, let gooo!"
She thrashed like a freshly caught fish, but I hauled her out easily enough. Arms and legs flailing, she fought to break free with everything she had.
"Why are you acting like a little kid. You called me a brat, but right now you're worse — you know that?"
I patted her back.
"I'm seriously fucking exhausted today, okay? Let's just rest already…."
Against my chest, her heart was pounding — thump, thump. She buried her face in my shoulder. I stroked her back in slow passes and waited for her to settle.
Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep— click—
Clack—
The bright entryway welcomed us home. The door sound echoed through the quiet apartment, and Areum kicked her shoes off any which way. Then she made a beeline for her room.
"Hey!"
She flinched to a stop at my call and looked back.
"Wash up before you sleep."
"……Ah. I know."
She changed course and went straight into the bathroom.
"Ugh… what the hell was all that."
My shirt had been soaked through with her tears for a while now. I'd spent ages coaxing a sobbing Areum who'd been crying for no reason at all. I'd tried shifting my weight, inching us toward the door, but she'd stood there like a stone statue and refused to budge. So I'd waited — until her tears dried, until her emotions settled. It took longer than I'd have liked, but at least I'd gotten her home.
"Haa…."
I peeled off the damp, clammy clothes, stretched out on the sofa, and closed my eyes. And I thought. About what the hell the actual problem was.
"…Fuck."
I figured it out almost immediately. Me? Was it because of me? Was I really the reason this whole mess had exploded?
I carefully sorted through it one more time. What had started it. What the real problem was.
"…It's obviously me."
If I absolutely had to pin it on someone else, it was Areum's fault for doing Sextagram. And if getting caught by me specifically was a mistake, then sure, that was a mistake — and that was where everything began.
"Hmm…."
I was human, so of course my conscience needled at me. But I still wanted to deflect the blame somehow. Taking all of it on myself felt a little unfair, if I was being honest. I thought back over the miserable stretch of days I'd just lived through, and rationalized it that way.
"So what the hell do I do nowww…."
Areum seemed to think of nothing but swapping bodies with me again. Sarang was watching the two of us like a hawk with fire in her eyes. And on top of everything, our bodies had switched back this time. It was good news for me, sure — but if it could just flip on its own with no warning….
"No way."
It was ridiculous. But then again, it fit this absurd situation perfectly. And if it really was because of her period… going back to the way things were before looked completely impossible.
Click—
Areum walked out of the bathroom.
"Ah!"
She clearly hadn't expected me to still be out here — which was why she was wearing nothing but a single towel.
"What, what."
"I just wanted to talk for a second."
"Ah… okay."
"You're not putting on clothes?"
"…I'm fine."
She walked straight toward me like that. Her bare breasts swayed heavily up and down with every step.
"…Why do you keep staring."
Apparently my gaze bothered her — she tugged the towel higher. Now the bottom rode up, and between her thighs her pussy was almost, almost visible.
"If you're gonna do that, just put some clothes on."
"You could just stop looking at me with those pervy eyes."
"Ha!"
A little while ago she'd been bawling her eyes out, and now she was feeling good enough to run her mouth again.
"Come to my room for a bit. If Sarang comes out, it'll be another whole scene."
"Why do we always have to walk on eggshells around her."
"There you go again. Can't you keep that look off your face?"
"…Haa. She is seriously annoying."
"Heh. Why, though? She's nothing but sweet."
"Forget it… I don't even want to talk about her."
When we were kids, there hadn't been any real bad blood between them. After they naturally stopped seeing each other, there shouldn't have been any reason for contact either — so why she reacted so sharply, I couldn't understand. That was a problem we could work through with conversation eventually. For now, I headed to my room with Areum.
"You didn't wash your hair?"
"If I washed it now, when would it ever dry."
"Fair. Good call."
Pat-pat—
Signs she was turning back into the usual Areum were starting to show. Relieved, I gave her a congratulatory smack on the ass.
"Hyeut!"
She jumped and bounced forward.
"Why the drama."
"D-don't touch me."
"You say don't, and it just makes me want to more."
"I— I said don't…."
She slipped past me and darted into the room. The fact that the place she'd fled to escape my hands was my room was a little funny.
Click—
"Hey… why are you locking that."
Areum, wrapping herself in a blanket she'd grabbed off the bed, answered in a shaky voice.
"Ha, you gonna keep freaking out? What if Sarang suddenly walks in. That's why I locked it."
"…Why would she come in here? Is there actually something going on between you two?"
"Haa… please drop those fucked-up delusions already, and let's just talk about us."
I sat on the bed and patted the spot beside me.