Your Name
'And do I like Kangmin? I’m doing everything I can for him, but is that love?'
As someone experiencing love for the first time, Charles was deeply troubled by the question of whether this was "true love." In the novels she had read, it was described as something grand, something that shook the world, but reality felt a little different. It was a feeling she couldn't quite grasp. 'If only I weren't in a contract with him. If I hadn't been, I would have fallen for him the moment he brought me those clothes. I was so happy back then... I’d never received a gift meant for me from anyone but my sister.'
Charles thought back to that moment. She had been overjoyed when she received the clothes, but thinking about it later made her feel gloomy. 'Since I please him well with my body, isn't he just giving back a little because he doesn't want to lose his sex partner? The gift of clothes felt like that, too... Maybe Kangmin just thinks of me as a good toy...'
The thought brought tears to her eyes. 'The real Yerim...' Her heart ached at the thought of Yerim. 'You’re lucky to have been born human. Because Kangmin truly likes you. He likes me, too, but I feel like it’s different from how he wants you, Yerim.'
She thought about everything Kangmin had done for her. The clothes he gave her at the start, the pretty lingerie, the evenings spent laughing together while watching movies, the messages checking if she’d eaten or if she was bored, and the tattoo... She began to doubt if this was Kangmin’s version of love. If the real Yerim had asked for a tattoo, wouldn't he have stopped her? Was Kangmin perhaps only interested in her body? She felt anxious. What if the real Yerim appeared? What if he turned his eyes to someone else? She felt the urge to cry.
Complex thoughts surged, threatening to overwhelm her, when—
"Charles, did you have a bad dream?"
Kangmin turned and pulled Charles into his arms. In his dream, he had caught a glimpse of the Charles from long ago. It was only after experiencing that dream that he realized Charles was a different existence from Yerim. He couldn't remember the exact content of the dream; dreams slip through one's fingers like handfuls of sand. But he could feel that Charles’s past had been sorrowful. He had woken up feeling apologetic, only to hear her anxious breathing beside him. Thinking she might be missing her homeland, he offered his shoulder.
"Don't cry. Once I earn enough magic, we'll open a gate and call the people you miss. You said you had a sister, right? You'll be able to see her, too..."
Kangmin gently stroked her shoulder and hair. 'It's warm...' It wasn't the exact form of comfort Charles had wanted. She would have been so happy if he had just told her he loved her. But feeling his concern for her made her tears subside. Especially his gentle touch, stroking repeatedly from her head down to her waist. How long had it been since she was comforted like this? When she was hugged in the dreams of the brothel, she hadn't felt this way. They had held her to fill their own loneliness, not to soothe her like Kangmin was doing.
"I wasn't crying. I'm okay."
Charles hugged Kangmin back and let out a comfortable breath. Every embrace is a surrender. Feeling her heart settle as she held him, a resolve began to fill her.
'Yes, let's just do as I please. Kangmin likes the lewd stuff. I don't mind how he treats me. Isn't it fine just like this? But... I really want Kangmin to love me sincerely. If he did, I’d be so happy and joyful...'
Because the relationship started as a contract, she felt even more insecure. She wondered if she had started off on the wrong foot, but she had already buttoned up about four hundred buttons since then. There was no way to undo it and start over. She just had to do her best. Charles buried her head deeper into Kangmin’s chest. He smelled wonderful. It was a cozy place, unlike the beds of the Demon Realm. The night settled in, quiet, as if watching over the two of them.
"Ugh..." I stretched out. I’d slept so deeply. As I opened my eyes, I thought of Yuda from last night. Something bad had happened at Yuda’s tattoo shop. That was a shame. I guess I’d have to give up on having sex with her directly... Even if we had sex when connected through a dream like with Yeongseon, if her trauma was that severe, I felt like the dream world might collapse. I sighed out of pity.
Then, scratching my itchy head, I thought, 'I feel like there was more to the dream after that? Charles was in it, I think.' I tried to grasp the dream as it slipped from my mind, but it was futile. Something about a sister. What was it? Ah, I don't know! I gave up on thinking and slowly stroked the hair of Charles, who was lying next to me. A pleasant scent wafted up. Why was Charles so fragrant, soft, voluptuous, sexy, and overflowing with allure? I stared at her slightly parted lips. Usually, she’d wake up first and serve me with those lips, so it felt a bit disappointing. It seemed Charles was also in a deep sleep today.
"Charles, are you asleep?"
No answer. Well, should I go first today? Seeing Charles sleeping soundly beside me made me want to play a naughty prank. Especially when I saw the birthdate tattooed on her collarbone, visible through her white oversized t-shirt, excitement flooded my brain. She was even willing to get tattoos just because I wanted them. Some people ask, "Why put stickers on a Bentley?" but it’s my Bentley, so I do what I want. What can you do! I want to do whatever I want because I want to show off my possession.
Maybe because we didn't have sex yesterday, my morning erection was at an even steeper angle. It was almost piercing through my shorts like an awl. It was in the way, so I took off my pants first. Then...
I carefully pulled down her dolphin shorts so Charles wouldn't wake up. Snow-white thighs and light blue underwear. She’d said she didn't like wearing underwear like this because it was uncomfortable, but I guess she liked it because it was pretty. As I kissed the underwear covering her private area, Charles flinched. A fragrant scent filled the air. She didn't wake up even with that. As I kissed her leisurely, I felt moisture. The color of the underwear slowly deepened. When I pulled the panties down, a thin thread of fluid stretched out. She really was an excellent pussy, producing plenty of fluid and being very sensitive.
"Whoa..." An exclamation escaped my lips. Her oversized t-shirt, worn without a bra, rose and fell slowly over her massive breasts, and the tattoo on her collarbone peeked out from the gap at her neck. Below that, her lower body stretched out, snow-white and flawless. And the valley between her legs was the only spot of pink, making it stand out even more. What a luxurious sight to wake up to.
Just like Charles did for me, I moved between her legs and slowly licked the pink folds. I climbed up the plump vulva, tickling her clitoris like a brush, then moved back down to the bottom of her pussy. By the time I’d teased her enough to make her pussy soaked in saliva, I heard Charles’s slightly excited voice.
"Oppa... are you awake...?"
Instead of answering, I gave her clitoris a quick kiss. Her waist jerked upward. She didn't resist the teasing and spread her legs further to accept my tongue. I gathered plenty of saliva and let it flow into her pussy, teasing the wet valley with my tongue. Charles rested her hands lightly on my head and let out moans like "Hot♥, ha-ah♥."
After being teased for a while, Charles must have been heated up inside, as she pulled her pussy open with her index and middle fingers. Sticky honey-like fluid poured out.
"Come to think of it, Oppa, you didn't have sex with me yesterday. Please fuck me as much as you didn't yesterday-."
Charles begged for my cock. But I wanted to tease her a little more. Ignoring the pussy Charles was spreading, I rested her legs on my shoulders. Then, the chrysanthemum-shaped folds below her pussy were revealed.
"Ha-euh-euh-eut♥!"
As my tongue licked the folds, Charles’s sweet scream rang out. At the same time, she stroked her own clitoris with her fingers. She must have been incredibly excited, as I could hear the wet splashing sounds. "Ha-ah, ah-ah-ang, it's embarrassing-♥ Please close your eyes while you do it-♥, Kangmin Oppa, don't look-♥"
She grabbed my head tightly, embarrassed that her anus was pulsing. But that’s exactly why I liked it when she was this shy. As I teased the space between her peach-scented buttocks with my tongue, Charles’s scream grew louder.
"Charles. Do you like getting rimmed?"
"I don't know, I don't know-ah-ah-at♥, it's so embarrassing, I can't think of anything, I don't know if it feels good or not-ah-♥"
Every time I swept over it with my tongue, her butt hole gaped. When I inserted my tongue and sucked, both holes in her lower body opened up lewdly, waiting for insertion from either side. I pulled my mouth away from the sticky, melted holes and asked teasingly,
"Charles, which one do you want to do it with?"
Charles’s face turned bright red. She stammered and changed the subject.
"Come to think of it, Oppa, you're calling me Charles now..."
Huh. So I am. Is it the aftermath of the dream I had yesterday? I don't remember it well, though. Charles smiled, "Heh," happy to be called by her real name instead of Yerim. Then, in response to my question, she spread her butt cheeks. Her pink anus stretched out and pulsed obscenely.
"Oppa, you want to do it in the butt, right? When you asked if I wanted to have sex in my pussy or my ass, if I answered that I wanted to have anal sex, you'd be really happy, wouldn't you?"
...How did she know my taste so well?
"Especially, it turns you on that even if I want to do it in my pussy in my heart, I answer 'anal' with my mouth, right?"
Just hearing that turned me on. The very situation where she forced herself to accept anal to match my taste was incredibly hot. But Charles, feeling shy, covered her anus with her white, slender fingers.
"I want to answer that I'll have sex in my butt, too, but I'm not prepared... I'll find an easy-to-use anal magic later. This morning, I want to have sex in my front pussy..."
My cock rose even higher. I only have one pussy, but the word "front pussy" was so exciting. Besides, I usually refrain from anal sex because I'm too lazy to give enemas, but anal magic, huh.
"Got it. Charles. You have to be prepared, okay?"
Then, kissing Charles's lips, I brought my cock, thick as a cooking foil core, to her pussy. Charles’s eyes sparkled as she hugged my neck. So, what position should I try for this morning's sex? 'Come to think of it, I heard there's a position called CAT.'