Renegotiation
I looked at the figure standing in my doorway.
That same flushed face and ragged breathing as when she'd come looking for me yesterday. She was wearing the white shirt I hadn't seen since the first day, and through the thin fabric her nipples stood out hot and hard, barely concealed. Her bare thighs rubbed restlessly against each other, sticky trails of fluid running down between them as if she were barely holding something back.
Even I wasn't dense enough to miss why she'd come. Still, I opened my mouth to confirm it.
"So… what's up?"
"…Help me."
Same pattern as before, then.
I barely managed to keep the corner of my mouth from curling up as I continued.
"With what?"
"…You—fuck! This is all your fault and you know it… fuck."
She'd started out trying to snap at me, but her voice died away with every word.
Hmm. Trying to paint an innocent man as the villain, was she?
This girl was trying to pressure me into better terms for the deal.
"Ah-ah. Coming at me like that won't get you a discount."
"Discount on what!?"
"What else? A handjob."
"What—you fucking…! You perverted piece of shit…"
"Payment up front."
Whether she'd pass out on me again was anyone's guess, but I wasn't about to get stiffed a second time like yesterday. I'd forced a collection by other means, sure—but the fact remained that I still hadn't received the compensation I'd actually wanted.
"If you want a deal, bring the tools the deal requires."
"…Fuck…"
Her face crumpled as she glared at me. But when I didn't budge, she couldn't hold out long. She turned on her heel.
"…Fine. Just wait."
With that, Jae-min headed straight for her room.
Well. Deal struck?
At last I'd get to experience the pleasure of doing it with another person—not just masturbating. For the record, yesterday's episode had been me freely using an unconscious body, which still counted as a form of masturbation. So this would be my first real exchange with a partner.
I took a moment to look around my room.
Where would be best?
Sitting on the edge of the bed was probably the way to go, right?
I nodded in answer to my own question, kicked off my underwear, and sat down.
She was back before long, a pink onahole and a bottle of lube in her hands.
"Hic…"
The moment she stepped into my room and saw me, she flinched and whipped her head away.
Ah. Was this the first time she'd properly seen my cock? She'd probably seen it back when she was a guy, but it hadn't been fully hard like this.
"Want to touch it?"
"Why the hell would I touch someone else's dick!?"
"Because you're giving me a handjob."
"…Fuck…"
She approached as if her feet could barely bring themselves to move, then crouched down between my legs. As she settled, her top rode up and I caught a flash of bare skin underneath—no underwear, by the look of it.
"…Shit… why am I…"
She grumbled under her breath even as her hands diligently poured lube into the onahole, getting it ready. All the while her eyes kept darting my way—not meeting mine, though. Following the direction of her gaze, she was sneaking peeks at my cock.
"If you want to look, just look."
"Wh-who's looking at anything!"
Her already red face went scarlet as she turned away.
She was about to jerk me off and she was still playing shy? She'd been a guy herself—was my dick really that fascinating that she had to sneak glances?
"Come on. Do it."
"…Fuck."
She lined up the hole of the onahole in one hand against the tip of my cock. The lube packed inside spilled out and ran down my length. Her expression stiffened faintly, and she covered her mouth with her free arm as if she wanted as much distance from my dick as possible.
Slick.
"Hic…!"
The onahole slipped sideways, and her fingers brushed against my cock as they slid past. Trying to shove my dick into a brand-new onahole hole with one hand was never going to be easy.
"Just grab it and put it in."
"I am not touching it bare-handed."
"Haa…"
If I pushed hard enough her stubbornness probably wouldn't last, but right now my own patience was going to run out first. I took hold of my cock myself and held it steady so it would slide into the onahole easily.
"Hiiik…"
As my cock pushed in, the onahole deformed around its shape. Feeling that through her hand, she shuddered as if a chill had run through her.
"…You oversized-dick bastard…"
Had she been smaller than me when she was a guy?
Hmm. One of my working hypotheses had been a correlation between pre-TS cock size and post-TS breast size—but the research was leaning toward there being no connection whatsoever.
"Fuu…"
"…Hup…"
Watching me let out a satisfied breath, she held her own breath and moved her hand with a scrunched-up face. That expression made her scheme perfectly clear: she was going to get this over with as fast as humanly possible.
Soft pleasure slid through me with each motion of her hand. As her hand trembled, her body swayed with it—and with that sway, the two large mounds of flesh right in front of my eyes rocked as if deliberately tempting me.
"Show me your chest."
"What!? Th-that's… absolutely not!"
The arm covering her mouth dropped to cover her breasts instead.
"While you're jerking me off, I can just play with your tits."
"…Th-that's absolutely not happening."
For a split second she looked tempted, considering it—then she firmly refused.
Even though the whole point of this deal was for me to touch her, and her climaxing from that pleasure was the condition of the trade… why get shy about something like this?
Whatever she'd been in the past, the way this pretty girl in front of me was acting felt almost unbearably cute.
"…Hnh… fuck…♥"
One hand working the onahole, the other arm still covering her chest. Turning her head as far as she could to hide her flushed face—and still sneaking peeks at my cock.
"…Huu… hup…♥"
I'd thought it yesterday too: I seemed to take enormous pleasure from feelings like possessiveness and the desire to dominate. Even now, more than the sensation of the onahole she was pumping, the sight of her flushed face completely absorbed in giving me a handjob was far more stimulating.
"…Nn…♥"
Whatever had hooked her, she'd forgotten about covering her chest entirely and was lost in the handjob. And yet, as if unconsciously chasing her own pleasure, she kept pushing her breasts toward me, gradually rubbing them against me.
"…Huu…♥ Nnh…♥"
Matching the way she was grinding her chest against me, I shifted my legs just enough to tease her nipples. Every time I did, her hands sped up as if the stimulation excited her.
"…Haa…♥ …Hup… hh…♥"
Before I knew it, her left hand had slipped down between her own legs, wet sounds spilling out. Every time her body trembled in time with those sounds she curled in on herself, head bowed so low her cheek was nearly brushing the onahole, panting hard.
"…Haah…♥ How much longer until you… hhek…♥ cum…"
Yeah, good question.
Honestly, I was more than satisfied mentally—but the onahole didn't feel as good as I'd expected, and the urge to finish just wasn't building.
"…Huu…♥ I… I can't hold on anymore… do me first!"
"Huh? That's a bit…"
"…Shit…"
I didn't want to leave this pleasure behind just yet, so the refusal slipped out before I could stop it. Her face crumpled into a pout as she shook the onahole even harder. The look she gave me went past resentment into something almost pleading.
"…When are you gonna cummm… Fuck, you boring bastard… huuu…♥"
Working her hand with a face that looked ready to cry, she suddenly stopped and glared at me.
"…Do something else. Not this."
"Huh?"
"Fuck, just do what you did yesterday instead of this!"
"What I did yesterday? …You mean sumata?"
"Y-yeah!"
Uh… was this girl in her right mind?
Well, she'd never exactly been in her right mind to begin with. And I was hardly one to talk after what I'd done to her yesterday on my own—but wasn't she basically asking me to have quasi-sex with her right now?
I was all for it… but was she okay with that?
"You sure?"
"Fuck, just do it already!"
Yeah. Definitely not in her right mind.
"…Alright."
"Hiiik♥! …"
She yelped in surprise as I stood up from my seat. Hmm—a few drops of lube had splattered onto her face when my cock pulled free of the onahole. Whether the shock of it had frozen her or she just couldn't collect herself, I spoke to her while she was still dazed.
"So how do you want to do this?"
"…Huh!? Wh-what do you mean how?"
"You want to lie on your back? Or face down?"
"…L-like… yesterday… from behind…"
"Then get down on your front right here."
She moved as if something inside her had short-circuited, creaking into place, and settled face-down where I'd been sitting a moment ago.
"Lift your hips a bit."
"…Hic♥ …Huu…♥"
Her pale white ass presented itself before me. And just as I'd expected—no panties—her pussy was fully exposed between her legs.
I hadn't gotten a proper look yesterday in the dark. The outside was completely smooth, not a single hair, but in stark contrast the inside was something else entirely: a small hole flexing open and shut, spilling sticky juices, infinitely lewd as it tempted me.
I brought my cock close to her crotch and thought.
What if I just put it in like this?
Wouldn't that feel incredible?
Her hole was already more than ready, twitching as if begging for a man to fill it.
"Fuu…"
I smothered the boiling desire and looked into her eyes as she glanced back at me. With her head resting against the bed, her breasts were pressed into the mattress beside it, asserting themselves. Yeah. This should be more than enough to hold me over.
"I'm touching your chest too?"
"…Hnh…♥ F-fine, just fucking do it already!"
"Hh…"
Alright.
I slotted my cock between the thighs in front of me, pulled her into my arms, and covered her body with mine.
"Hic♥"
Unlike yesterday, I could feel her deliberately tensing her thighs and squeezing. I savored that response as I filled both hands with her breasts.
"Hhaaah…♥"
"I'm starting to move."
"Hhiieeeek♥♥!?"
I rolled my hips. Drawing on yesterday's experience, I thrust hard from the very first stroke.
"Hhaaaaah♥♥!?"
I could feel my cock dragging hard across her thoroughly soaked pussy. Her body twisted as if she had no idea what to do with the pleasure. I gripped her breasts tighter so she couldn't escape.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Listening to the sound of my hips slamming into her, I asked the question I hadn't been able to ask yesterday—right against her ear.
"How is it? Feel good?"
"Nnhhug♥♥!? Hup, hhek…♥♥"
"Don't run away."
I caught her head with one hand as she tried to turn away from my gaze, pressing it down. Then I asked again against her ear.
"Feel good?"
"Hhek…♥♥! Y-yeah♥ Hheh… heh…♥"
She nodded with a head that could barely move, affirming it. Whether pleasure had scrambled her brains or not, when I slowed down for a moment she even broke into a dazed, loopy little smile. As a reward, I pinched both her nipples.
"Hhoooook♥♥♥!?"
I'd seen her climax plenty of times by now. Watching her body shake beyond her control filled me with a deep sense of satisfaction, and I stroked her hair.
"…Hhah…♥ Hhek…♥"
"Good girl."
"…Heh… heh…♥"
A broken little laugh of pure pleasure spilled from her. Watching that, I started snapping my hips again after the brief slowdown.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Hnh…♥♥ Hguuh♥ Hnnh♥♥"
"Haaa…"
I surrendered myself to the pleasure and kept moving my hips without stopping. Unlike a moment ago, when I'd been focused on her reactions, now I concentrated on my own.
"Hhaah♥ Higguuut♥♥!?"
Pleasure that felt like it was scorching my brain. But this was different from yesterday. Today's pleasure—the tangible sense that I was dominating the mind and body of the person in front of me, of this woman—boiled my soul right up to its limit.
"I'm cumming!"
"Haauuaaah♥♥ Hhaaaaang♥♥♥!"
Spurt—spuuurt!
I put every ounce of strength into my body and crushed her trembling form beneath me. This time she didn't try to get away. Even without me holding her, her two legs clamped hard around my cock as it poured out its desire.
The orgasm—and the aftershocks—lasted a long time. The intense pleasure that wiped every thought clean from my head kept me from lifting my body off hers even after I'd finished.
"Fuu… fuu…"
"…Hhaa…♥ …Haa…♥"
Like my own ragged breathing, her sweet little gasps showed no sign of quieting down.
"…"
How long did we stay like that?
Feeling our breathing gradually even out, I finally spoke.
"…You okay now?"
"…"
I knew she hadn't lost consciousness. She didn't answer, but I had a pretty good idea what that silence meant.
"Fuu…"
I slowly pushed myself up. As I moved off her, she wordlessly rose as well—then, her legs apparently still shaking, she just sank back down onto the bed.
"…, hnh…♥"
Semen was splattered across those pale white legs and her stomach. She looked at it, then with an unreadable expression lightly swept a hand through the fluid. She played with it between her fingers a few times as if toying with it—then, realizing I was watching, flushed red and bolted upright.
"…We're done, right!? I'm going to my room!"
"Uh, yeah."
She fled my room on unsteady legs—then paused at the door and glanced back at me.
"…Good night."
"Yeah. You too."
And with the sound of the door closing, the day came to an end.