I Have a Girlfriend
"I have a girlfriend *slurp, smack, chu*."
I was leaning back against a rock on the seaside, legs spread wide.
And between my crotch.
Were Eunha and Eunha.
They were taking turns—or sometimes both at once—wrapping their lips around my cock, swirling their tongues over it.
"Haa... clothes... "
Eunha was still clumsy at everything... but somehow her passion and innocence made it so damn hot.
"Hng... *slurp*... "
Eunha was pure technique.
Whenever Eunha choked and pulled back, she would swallow my glans straight down to the depths of her hot throat in one go.
Every time her uvula clenched tight around my shaft without a gap, I couldn't help but shudder.
....
And while trying to ignore it all, I was searching on my phone.
Nearby... public showers. Coin showers...
Someone had to face reality!
We'd already gone at it hard once, and we couldn't just leave our bodies caked in sand, sweat, and fluids like this.
More than that, if we kept losing ourselves in pleasure like this, I genuinely felt the primal threat of life—like we'd end up discovered dead from overexertion in some rocky corner!
"Eunha. Hold on a sec... "
I checked the location of the nearest shower on my smartphone screen.
And barely squeezing out the words, I bucked my hips.
"I-I'm... getting close. Gonna cum for real... "
No sooner had I finished than both Eunha and Eunha snapped their heads up in unison, like they'd planned it.
Zing. Their dark eyes and deep ones clashed in midair.
And what I saw there was rivalry.
"*Slurp! Suck—!*" " *Kiss, haam, smack...!*"
When Eunha's tongue roughly coiled around the base, Eunha's vacuum-suction gripped my glans mercilessly.
"Kuh... "
The hand holding my phone dropped with a clunk.
I couldn't hold back anymore.
Burrr! Spurt! Splurt—!
"Mmph...! Mmmph...!*" "*Slurp... gulp...!*"
The hot semen erupting into the air splattered mercilessly toward their competing faces, lips pushed forward.
Sticky fluid clung to their pale cheeks, the bridges of their perky noses, and their flushed lips.
Some poured straight into their mouths, making their slender throats bob loudly as they swallowed.
"Haa... haa... "
Before the aftershocks even faded, excruciating pain screamed from every vertebra in my spine.
For real, it felt like my back was snapping.
I panted, barely forcing out words.
"N-Now... seriously stop. I'm dying, for real... "
At my groan, the two of them—faces plastered with my cum—looked up at me, both wearing disappointed expressions at the same time.
"Already...? I didn't even get it all in my mouth yet... "
"Why's our darling's stamina so weak? The sun's still high in the sky."
Eunha and Eunha scraped the traces of me from their cheeks and lips with their fingers.
Then they pushed the sticky liquid between their lips, smacking their red tongues regretfully.
Honestly, it was hot, but survival came first right now.
"First... let's wash up. I'm going crazy with how sticky it is."
I forced strength into my trembling legs and barely stood.
Eunha and Eunha looked down at their own bikini-clad bodies, covered in sand and fluids, and nodded.
Without a word, we headed toward the rippling sea.
Splash, whoosh—.
The cold seawater rising to our waists cooled our burning-hot bodies.
The sticky semen and juices clinging to our skin, along with the gritty sand, washed away gently in the saltwater.
"Puhah! So refreshing!"
Eunha splashed her face with seawater and burst into a bright laugh.
Her wet hair clung to her white cheeks, and the voluptuous curves visible through her thin bikini sparkled dazzlingly in the water's light.
Beside her, Eunha splashed around playfully, flicking seawater at me.
"Darling! Come here!"
She looked like she wanted to swim and play more, but none of us had the energy left.
Or more precisely, I didn't.
...This is dangerous.
For real, was I going to die from this in the future...? With those thoughts, I let the waves carry me.
Then the pent-up fatigue started crashing in like a tidal wave.
"No can do. If we play more, I'll really collapse. Let's head back."
They both seemed tired too—their steps noticeably heavier than before.
We trudged out of the water, roughly toweling off, and returned to the mat and parasol in the middle of the beach.
Thud.
"Aah... I'm dying."
"My back feels like it's breaking... "
The moment we reached the parasol shade, Eunha and Eunha flopped onto the mat in unison.
Seeing them sprawled face-down in their wet bikinis, breathing raggedly, I rubbed my stiff neck.
The sun was still blazing, and my mouth was parched.
"I'll go to the convenience store and grab some water and drinks."
As I pushed up on my knees to stand, the two of them—cheeks pressed to the mat—shot their hands up toward me.
"Get Melona on the way!"
"Me too. Darling, Melona for me toooo."
Their lazy voices demanding ice cream left me dumbfounded.
"Got it. Be back soon."
I slipped on my sandals and headed toward the road behind the beach.
The convenience store at the beach entrance was about a five-minute walk.
The sea breeze cleared my foggy head a bit as I walked.
But just as the store came into view.
Near the boundary between the sand and the road, someone popped out in front of me.
"Um, excuse me...!"
I startled to a stop.
Blocking my path was a bobbed-hair woman around my age, plain-looking.
Her casual t-shirt and hot pants fit the beach perfectly, but...
Her condition was anything but normal.
"Haa, haa... "
She was panting like she'd just sprinted full-out.
Her face was flushed red from her neck up, like it might burst, and her sandaled legs trembled.
Above all, her eyes looking up at me were strangely wet.
"Um... that is... "
She glanced at me nervously, lips quivering, then clenched her fists, squeezed her eyes shut, and yelled.
"C-Can I get your number...?!"
An out-of-nowhere pickup attempt.
Of course, it wasn't the first time someone asked... but in this state.
And on this quiet beach in broad daylight? It was mortifyingly awkward.
I scratched the back of my head awkwardly and refused as politely as I could.
"Ah... sorry. I have a girlfriend."
Two of them, actually!
One's even pregnant with my kid! And the other... might be soon!
With those thoughts, I gave her a light nod and tried to pass by.
But.
"E-Even if you do, that's okay...!"
The woman blurted desperately.
"...Huh?"
I froze and turned back.
A bead of cold sweat trickled down her flushed cheek.
"I-I'm serious, even as a side thing is fine...! J-Just contact me occasionally, very occasionally...!"
What the hell is with this weirdo?
"Sorry."
Warning bells blared in my head.
I hurried past her without looking back, speed-walking to the store.
I'd bet anything—getting tangled with a freak like this would end with me getting stabbed later.
If I gave her my number here, Eunha and Eunha might shank me.
I bought a bottle of spring water and two Melonas at the convenience store, then headed back to the beach.
Under the parasol shade.
Eunha and Eunha were still rolling around on the mat, recovering their strength.
"Dojin, you're back?"
"Darling, why'd you take so long? The ice cream's melting."
I plopped down at the edge of the mat and handed each of them a cold Melona.
"Well, on the way... something really weird happened."
I peeled the wrapper off my Melona and recounted the bizarre encounter with the bobbed-hair woman.
"Weird? What kind?"
"She asked for my number."
"That's not that weird, is it?"
"Even after I said I have a girlfriend, she said that's fine and asked to meet anyway. That's weird."
Eunha and Eunha both made dubious faces.
"Yeah, that is weird."
She definitely wasn't a normal person. For real.
....
Lost in those thoughts, I blurted it out.
That we should introduce Eunha to Eunha's parents.
Silence fell over us like we'd all agreed to it.
It was the situation we'd been deliberately avoiding, after all.
Eunha broke the heavy quiet first.
"No need to worry too much, guys."
"How can we not worry about this?"
"It could happen, you know. Since I suddenly dropped into this world... it feels like the timeline shifted out of nowhere? Like I'm Eunha's big sister... or something."
"Does that even make sense?"
"Why not? I suddenly fell into this world—what's that about?"
Somehow, hearing it like that made it seem plausible.
I made a dubious face.
Eunha wore the same you think...? expression.