27. Practice Sex (4)
Feelings just happened to grow because we'd been living together. Was I really supposed to take that at face value? Was Lee Jiyoon actually interested in me — in who I was? Or had she only grown curious because the man stuck to her older sister's side happened to be me? A seat that didn't have to be mine. A place anyone at all could have filled.
"Hoo... huh..."
"...Ha, ah... hhk..."
Jealousy.
Not some thought that had simply drifted up out of nowhere — jealousy so murky anyone could have named it on sight. I turned every last bit of it into lust and poured the whole of it into Lee Jiyoon. I taught a woman who didn't even know how to kiss properly the way of kissing I liked best. I taught a woman who thought a blowjob was nothing more than putting it in her mouth the play of the tongue that suited my taste. And I ordered a woman who only knew how to lie face-down on the bed and quietly take a cock to climb on top of me and work the places that felt good herself.
When the base of my cock began to twitch, I braced against the bed and lifted my hips. Jiyoon, who had been rocking her waist so diligently on her own a moment ago, now seemed shy and tried to slip away — so I locked my arms around her tight and stamped my scent into her, vivid and unmistakable. Her lips. Her neck. Her collarbone. The swell of her upper chest. Her lips again. And then, the mouth of her womb. I carved into her mind a pleasure only I could give. If the man beside you isn't me, you might never feel pleasure like this again. A warning, delivered without a single word.
"Don't come so much...!"
"Just a little more... just a little..."
"...Fuck... I can feel all of it... through the condom..."
"Hoo..."
"I-if you keep coming like that and it tears, then what...?!"
"You're so fucking wet down here, it's never gonna tear."
"You never know... ...Ah, damn it... you came a disgusting amount, seriously..."
Trapped tight inside my arms, taking a load through a condom, and still busy mewling her complaints — that was Lee Jiyoon. I stroked her hair, dry enough by now, and soothed the sulking out of her. At times like this she was almost funny, like handling a cat you kept at home. Someday, though, I wanted to see her take a creampie without a fight, just once. Or better — begging for one. If she was too embarrassed to say it herself, then hiding every condom in the house somewhere and playing dumb. Something like that.
...Of course, the way she still fussed over the condom every single time, it would be a long while before she enjoyed raw sex. Coming inside her during her fertile days would take even longer.
"Hoo... Jiyoon. Take the condom off. You do it."
"Let me... catch my breath for a second..."
"...Forget it. I'll do it, so just rest like that for a bit. We're going again right away."
"...Huh...? Right away...?"
"Don't want to?"
"..."
"...You said it's cringe, so I can't even ask if it feels good."
"...I said asking whether it feels good is cringe, you idiot..."
"Then, wanna go again? This time... ...ah. Face-down?"
"..."
"...Pfft."
"D-don't laugh...! Fuck..."
"You're so fucking cute, how am I supposed to not laugh."
"What's cute about m—!? ...Nngh... hnn..."
I lifted Jiyoon — limp and nodding from coming so hard — and pulled my cock out of her. She had her face buried in my chest, panting hard, so I peeled the condom off myself and tossed it at the foot of the bed. When there'd only been one or two condoms full of cum, I hadn't thought much of it. A few she'd tied off at the tip herself so nothing would leak. A few I'd left untied, so the cum was oozing out. Looking at roughly ten of them jumbled together in that mess, blood kept surging thick into my cock.
...Ah, fuck. If all of that had gone into Jiyoon's womb, what would she look like right now?
The thought kept coming back.
"...Jiyoon. Reach back and grab a condom."
"...I don't... think I can reach..."
"Then should we do it without one?"
"Don't make weird jokes...! Even if I stretch my arm all the way, I can't reach that far..."
"...I haven't even done it raw with Hayun-noona yet."
"...S-so what..."
In the end Jiyoon, brows pinched tight, thumped my chest with her little fists and pulled away. Then she tossed me a whole pack of condoms and arranged herself into something like a pose — not fully face-down, and not on all fours like a dog either. Chest pressed to the bed, only her ass lifted just enough to take a cock pounding into her, she glanced back at me with a look that said, Do men actually like this shit?
I took the space above her, planted a fist on the bed, and tore one condom open.
"Lower your hips."
"...Huh? ...I-if you're gonna put it in, don't I have to stay like this...?"
"I can put it in even if you're flat on your stomach, so get down."
"...Mm."
"And once you start having sex in this position, your hips come up whether you want them to or not. That's how it was with Hayun-noona."
"..."
I'd brought up Lee Hayun on purpose, hoping she'd get jealous of her sister — but Jiyoon, lying obediently face-down, only glanced back once, then set her chin on the pillow without a word. Had it backfired? Still not fluent in Jiyoon-ese, I swept my bangs back and, instead of needling her any further, gently parted her slit.
A cherry-blossom pink that suited her pale skin far too well. A cherry-blossom pink with not a single dry spot, slick and shining with her fluids. At the very top of it I traced, with a fingertip, the narrow hole that looked like it would struggle to take even one of my fingers — then slowly pushed in a thick glans no finger could ever compare to.
"Maybe it's the position. You're seriously so fucking tight..."
"..."
No answer. Instead, as if she were trying to relax as much as she could, the pressure that had been squeezing my cock eased just a little. I'd meant it felt good because the hole was so narrow — not that she should loosen up because it was too tight to thrust into. The cuteness of Jiyoon picking the wrong answer without a second's hesitation made my cock stand even stiffer, and with a pleased sigh I drove it as deep into her as it would go. What kept pressing, firm, against my glans —
"......Nngh... ...hnn..."
— until I was certain it was the far side of the mouth of Jiyoon's womb.
"T-time... time-out..."
"...Been a while since I heard that one."
"Stay still... just stay..."
"I am staying still. What's wrong?"
"You know... you know what I mean..."
"..."
Well, that much I could tell for certain just from the way she reacted. She was built to like having her womb mercilessly crushed by a freakishly thick cock more than rubbing her clit with a Womanizer. How was she supposed to hold it in?
She came.
"...You came already?"
"......I told you, nnh... not to ask... that shit..."
"So, did you come or not?"
"...You think I'd come just from getting a cock shoved in, you idiot...? It's just that putting it in that far makes me clench harder..."
"Ah. So that's it."
"...Hey, Wooji— wait—"
The arm she'd had wrapped tight around the pillow shot out in a panic. I snatched it, pinned it hard to the bed, and then — smack, thud. Bang. Bang. Bang. As hard as I wanted, rough enough that the bed made obscene noises, I drove my cock into her again and again.
"This... goes way deeper than when we were fucking earlier..."
"This position just goes in a little deeper."
"Hff... hff... ah... fuck... should've... done it like this from the start..."
"...Anyway. Answer the question from before first."
"......Wh-what are you talking about..."
"You're just clenching because I'm fucking you deep? ...Really?"
"...Heh... hey, don't stick your fingers in my mouth..."
"Don't change the subject. Say it honestly. ...Why you're squeezing this hard."
"Because I'm face-down... and you're ramming it in... like that..."
"Is that really all?"
A voice has power. Far more power, in fact, when it turns toward harm than when it turns toward anything good. The word brainwashing isn't there for nothing. The same goes for a coercive interrogation. And gaslighting didn't float up into common speech merely because the word was novel. A voice has power. Slowly. Slowly. The power to gnaw a person down.
"...It's not just because you're face-down. It's because you fucking love me driving it in this deep."
"..."
"Enough to come every time I pound your womb like this."
"Hik... nngh......"
"...Which is why all you usually do is rub your clit."
"...Hey, fuck... how do you even know that..."
"Every time you grind your clit with your fingers your face gets so fucking lewd, how would I not know. ...Shit."
"......"
In place of Jiyoon, who couldn't bring herself to admit it and was biting back her moans, I whispered her real feelings for her while I worked the mouth of her womb. Of course, it was fine if a little of it was wrong. A tiny error slipped in among a great deal of truth has a way of blending into the truth on its own.
"...If you admit it honestly, it'll feel even better, you know? So say it with your own mouth, right now."
"...Admit— admit what, exactly...!"
"Say: I'm a filthy pervert who can't feel a thing unless a cock as thick as a forearm crushes my womb."
I deliberately strung together vulgar words she'd hate, then drew my cock out a little. And then — deep. Hard. The moment I rammed it back in, Jiyoon's ass jolted up; I pinned it down, buried myself to the root, and whispered in her ear.
"...I can feel you coming and squeezing the hell out of me right now. Hurry up."
"...I've only ever had sex with you, so how would I know...! It could just, just be something else..."
"Then are you satisfied if I only fuck you this deep?"
I grabbed her ass, still trembling with the aftershocks, pulled out, and shoved back in to less than half my length while I chewed on her ear. A depth that barely went past a middle finger. Deeper than when she masturbated, maybe — and that was all. Compared to how I'd just packed her belly full, a pitifully shallow depth. I let her whimper and squirm at the lack of it, teasing her until she was desperate, then set a hand on the head of Jiyoon — cheek pressed to the pillow, panting — and crushed her womb like I meant to brand my cock into her for life. Smack. Smack. Thud.
Whether Jiyoon, pinned underneath, thrashed her legs or not. Whether Woojin, Woojin spilled out of her as she called my name or not. Whether she came and wrung my cock — a wet spurt, another, another — and added one more stain to the already filthy sheets or not. I caught the flushed ear between her snow-white hair in my lips and kept pounding her pussy, sticky with her slick.
"...You like this better, don't you. Having your womb crushed."
"...I d-don't knooow..."
"I told you, if you admit it honestly it'll feel better. ...And I'll only do it the way you like."
"..."
"If shallow thrusts like before feel better, I'll do it that way. How about it?"
"...Fuck......"
Had she already forgotten, after snatching up the excuse that I liked it? Jiyoon lifted her head with a reaction less like a girlfriend and more like a little sister putting out for her own blood. I rested my erection, coated in her slick, across her ass and caught my breath, and she — face flushed red — whispered one halting word at a time.
"...Hey. ...Wh-what was I supposed to say...? I remember the filthy, filthy pervert part at the end..."
"How do you remember that? I just made it up and spat it out."
"...Th-then what am I supposed to say...!"
"You know. Say honestly what you like."
"......"
Jiyoon's shoulders rose and fell as she breathed in thin little gasps. Snow-white hair, now damp with sweat instead of water. A straight spine, wet where the sweat she'd poured out had run down it. I took in a sight I never could have dreamed of, and took her hesitant voice into my ears as well.
"......I, um, well..."
"..."
"I'm... unless a cock as thick as a forearm... uh, um... c-crushes my womb, I absolutely can't feel a thing...... ...a filthy pervert. That's what I am..."
"..."
"...You satisfied now? You perverted bas— ...eh...?"
"..."
"Hey, wa— calm, calm down..."
"..."
"...... ...?! ...... ......♡... ......"
"..."
And so, taking one more step into Jiyoon's pure white and leaving a filthy mark on it with my own hands — that sensation was terrifyingly thrilling. So thrilling I didn't even realize that Jiyoon, sunk deep in pleasure, had finally passed out, not until I had packed the condom full of cum. Impossibly thick cum. Swollen taut with it.