A Different Side of Me
“Are you really going to do it?”
Just as I was about to penetrate Jo Ayoung, who was urging me on with such lewd words, Song Jiyoung—whom I’d completely forgotten about—spoke up.
“Shouldn’t I? If I don’t do it while she’s like this, she’s going to go even more wild.”
“Mmm-ng. Do it. Kiss.”
Song Jiyoung looked down at Jo Ayoung, who was lying there waving her hands in the air, and let out a sigh.
“I suppose so. What the hell did you do to her? Did you smear aphrodisiacs on your lips or something?”
“...I don’t know. She seems to be like this by nature, though.”
“Ugh, aren’t you embarrassed to show me this? Should I leave?”
Embarrassed? It’s incredibly hot.
Thinking that Song Jiyoung was watching me have sex made my cock twitch on its own. Did I have an exhibitionist streak? No, this was basically the first signal that the harem I’d only ever dreamed of was finally starting up. That must be why it’s so arousing. I’m not that much of a pervert, surely.
“Forget it. Don’t answer. You were going to make excuses again, weren’t you? I can see it—you’re so turned on you’re practically snorting.”
“I am not.”
Huh, was it that obvious?
Song Jiyoung didn’t even listen to me; she just stared intently at Jo Ayoung. Ayoung, meanwhile, didn’t even have Song Jiyoung in her field of vision; she was just looking up at me, tongue lolling out.
“Kiiiss-uuu.”
“...There’s no hope for you. Did you buy condoms?”
“No.”
“So you were planning to go raw?”
“Uh... can’t I just pull out?”
“As if.”
First Jo Ayoung, now even Song Jiyoung. It seems my ability to control my ejaculation has lost all credibility. Maybe they should stop squeezing me so hard.
“Forget it, I’ll get you some emergency contraception.”
“Wait? Don’t you need a prescription for that?”
“You know your stuff, huh? It’s a huge pain in the ass.”
And I’m the source of that pain. I kept my mouth shut, unable to say anything to the glaring Song Jiyoung.
“I know someone, so I can get it for you easily. I mentioned it last time, too.”
“Someone you know?”
“Why? Is it strange that I know a doctor?”
Well, yeah. How would a delinquent like you know one? Have you had to visit an OB-GYN often? Even if it wasn’t anything serious, like for menstrual cramps, I guess there are reasons to go to the hospital.
“One of the girls in my Pilates class is an OB-GYN.”
Ah. So that was it. Well, she’s very socially active, so it’s not strange that she has a wide network.
“You, don’t tell me you were thinking something weird?”
“I wasn’t?”
“‘I wasn’t’—it’s written all over your face. You were having some shitty suspicions.”
Song Jiyoung let out a deep sigh and shook her head.
“Damn it. You were the one who broke my hymen. After all that, you still can’t trust what you experienced firsthand with your own cock?”
No, I didn’t think anything that bad. I know that even if she lived the life of a delinquent for a long time, she isn’t the type to throw her body around carelessly. It was just a misunderstanding born from knowing how many people around her were acting recklessly.
“Ugh. What am I going to do with this loser? I don’t usually say things like this, but you’re honestly too good for Jo Ayoung.”
“No, I... sorry.”
Since she was already speaking as if it were a settled fact, I decided to just apologize rather than make excuses. Looking at her reaction, she didn’t seem incredibly angry, and it’s easier to just move on than to let the conversation drag out.
“Forget it. It’s not like I don’t know you’re a loser. I’ll just have to fix you up somehow.”
As expected, she wasn’t disappointed or angry. If I’d misunderstood, things could have gotten serious. She’s not just cosplaying as a cool girl; she’s the real deal. Perhaps she’s the woman essential to the harem I desire.
Meanwhile, Jo Ayoung, who had been lying there waiting, seemed to have grown impatient to the point of exhaustion, and she tapped my thigh with her foot.
“What are you doing? Let’s have sex.”
“Go ahead and fuck. I’ll close my eyes.”
“Mmm.”
That works. Now I can focus on the sex.
Even if I’m still a bit of a loser, the most important skill for the master of a harem is being good at fucking. I grabbed Jo Ayoung’s legs and thrust straight into her soaking wet pussy.
“Haaaa-ng.”
“Wow, damn. Look at her squirt.”
I thought you were closing your eyes. Song Jiyoung wasn’t even pretending to close them; she was staring straight at the junction of our bodies. The situation was arousing, but having someone giving a play-by-play commentary right next to me was surprisingly distracting.
“H-het.”
“Hey, hey. Thrust faster. You know that thing you’re good at.”
“What... am I good at?”
“You know. Pressing against the cervix with the tip.”
“...This?”
“H-h-het!”
“Yeah, that. Wow, look at Jo Ayoung’s face. She’s completely melting. I have to record this.”
Seriously. It was a novel feeling, having things so rowdy, but I really couldn’t focus. Jo Ayoung’s pussy was still tight and felt great, but I personally preferred focusing on one person rather than having a crowd. That’s a terrible talent for a harem master to have.
“Eunseong-ah.”
Jo Ayoung reached out her arms from below, waving them around. I wanted to focus, but I had to respond. I slipped my arms under her armpits and pulled her into a tight embrace, and she hugged me back and kissed me.
Below and above. A state of total, connected intimacy. This was the kiss-sex she had wanted so badly.
“Whoa, what the.”
Song Jiyoung, who had been recording Jo Ayoung’s face, lowered her phone and muttered blankly. It was much better now that it was quiet. I had to focus.
“Mwah. Slurp. Haa-um. Mmm.”
Splish. Splosh.
With the kissing, her juices gushed out, and the sound from below became heavy. We were so stuck together that it was hard to move my hips, but the sticky pleasure I felt from her tongue was that much greater. With my head feeling fuzzy, I pressed deeply against her cervix, barely moving beyond a twitch.
“H-hmmm. Hup. Slurp. Phew. Mmm-ng. Eunseong-ah♡”
“Haa, Jo Ayoung. Why are you so lewd?”
It was as if we were the only two people left in the world. In the quiet room, we spent time exploring each other’s mouths, lost in pleasure. When our lips met, she would tighten below, and when I moved my hips, she would suck on my extended tongue.
With two places being stimulated at once, the pleasure felt like it was amplified not just double, but dozens of times over.
“Hmm.”
Song Jiyoung, who had been quiet until now, let out a long moan after watching us for a while. Come to think of it, I had an audience. I’d thought it would be better if it were quiet, but now that it was too quiet, I was getting self-conscious. Should I put on a bit of a performance?
I pulled away from Jo Ayoung, who had been clinging to me, and sat up. Jo Ayoung reached out her arms as if whining.
“Mmm. Kiss-uuu.”
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s do it again after I cum, okay?”
“Mmm. Cum for me.”
Jo Ayoung, acting all cute with a voice that had gone completely baby-like. I’d seen this side of her many times, but she was so cute I wanted to see it again and again. I grabbed her arms, started moving my hips in earnest, and snuck a glance to the side.
“H-ah-ut. H-hmmm-ng!”
“Haa... this is crazy... H-hut.”
Jo Ayoung let out moans in time with my hip movements, and Song Jiyoung, watching it, suppressed her own moans as she stroked herself. Finally, the spectator had some manners. Well then, shall we switch to an interactive performance?
“Song Jiyoung. Come here.”
“Huh?”
As I beckoned to her, she, who had been blankly stroking herself, looked at me in surprise.
“What are you doing? I said come here.”
“Oh, okay.”
Unlike usual. As if the power dynamic had reversed. Song Jiyoung approached me with an awkward expression. Come to think of it, I’d never touched her before. Riding the mood, shall I give it a try? I still didn’t know why she avoided men, but I’d told her I was different.
Whoosh.
“Kyaa!”
As I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled, she let out a girlish scream and clung tightly to me. I lowered my hand to knead her ass, all while still shaking the cock that was buried deep inside Ayoung.
“H-hue-et. Eunseong-ah. Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what? Stop fucking you?”
“No. H-hut. Don’t... cheat.”
“You don’t like it?”
“Mmm, I don’t like cheating-cock.”
You’re still trying to restrain me? I’d promised to only think about her when I was with her, but this time, you were the one who brought Song Jiyoung into this. Since you asked for it, you have to deal with it.
“Then should I pull out?”
“No. I don’t want you to pull out.”
“Then I guess I have no choice but to keep going?”
“H-hmmm-ng.”
I thrust deep inside, pressing against her cervix, and turned my head toward Song Jiyoung. I gave a low-voiced command to her, who was held in my arms and watching the cock buried in Ayoung.
“Song Jiyoung. Look up.”
“Okay...”
“Stick out your tongue.”
Song Jiyoung shuddered. We’d only bumped lips before. But perhaps she’d felt something watching the kiss I shared with Ayoung; she squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth.
Good grief. She was so excited and teasing when Jo Ayoung was the one being taken, but now that it was her turn, she was speechless and submissive. Is she also a genius at making my cock angry? These women are all talk and weak in the real thing.
“Hup.”
I thrust my tongue toward her open mouth.
Slurp.
The sound of our saliva mixing echoed in my ears. We’d only just started mixing tongues, but Song Jiyoung was already wrapping her arms around my neck and rubbing her breasts against me, completely immersed in the kiss.
“Haa-um. Slurp. Mmm. Slurp, slurp.”
“H-hmmm. Haa-at♡ H-hee-it!”
With one hand, I held Jo Ayoung’s pelvis tight, moving my hips, while with the other, I grabbed Song Jiyoung’s ass and received her kiss-service. Did I say earlier that this wasn’t suitable for a harem master? I take it back. I think I might actually be talented at having sex with multiple people.
“Hup. Phew. How is it? Song Jiyoung. A real kiss. Not bad, right?”
“...Don’t act so cocky. You’re only just having your first real kiss too.”
“So, was it not good?”
“...I don’t know, so I want to try again.”
Already completely lost in the kiss, Song Jiyoung blushed shyly and clung to me. When I moved the hand holding her ass to wrap around her waist, she leaned in with more weight, as if trying to rub her itchy pussy against my thigh.
It’s hard to move my hips if she clings too much.
“H-h-hut. Eunseong is cheating. Sob. That’s mean.”
Listening to Jo Ayoung’s whining, I thrust my hips one more time. I snuck a glance down, and contrary to her words, Jo Ayoung’s face was filled with a blissful smile. It seems that as a masochist, she was even more turned on by the situation where I was using her as an onahole while cheating with her friend. She really is a hopeless pervert.
“Phew. Wait a second. I want to cum, so wait.”
“...Okay.”
It was an absurd thing to say, but Song Jiyoung answered obediently and pressed her lips to my neck. Then, just like last time, she started licking and sucking on my neck.
Ha, are you trying to help me cum? You’re making me so incredibly horny.
Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp.
“H-h-h-hut! I’m coming. I’m coming!”
“Yeah, go ahead. This is what you wanted, right?”
“H-h-h-h-ng♡”
I grabbed Jo Ayoung’s pelvis with both hands and moved my hips violently. Because of her wide pelvis, she had a short canal, so there was less pleasure from the recoil, but she was so tight that the sensation of her squeezing me out was incredible.
“I’m cumming.”
“Mmm, cum. Fill me up inside.”
“Slurp.”
Along with the tightening that signaled my climax, Song Jiyoung, who was clinging to my neck, put strength into her arms and hugged me even deeper. Seriously, with both of them sucking me in, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
Splurt. Splat.
I ejaculated my semen deep inside Jo Ayoung. It was a full load, the kind that truly deserved the word “splurt.”
“H-yaaaaak!”
Like a cat hissing, Jo Ayoung let out a high-pitched scream and arched her back. It was such a violent movement that she would have been thrown off if I hadn’t been holding her pelvis tight. The vibration of her trembling muscles let me guess just how electric the pleasure she was feeling must have been.
After shaking out every last drop of semen, I slowly pulled my cock out of her pussy, which was still trembling and squeezing to milk the remaining fluid. The semen that filled her inside flowed out of her gaping hole. It was truly the best yet. It seems to be updated every time we do it, but this time, too, I’d poured out the most semen I ever had in my life.
“That’s lewd. So that’s how you feel when you come.”
Song Jiyoung, who had pulled her lips away from my neck at some point, was biting and nibbling on my earlobe while watching Jo Ayoung’s climax.
“You’re not much different. No, maybe even more so.”
“No way. I don’t feel like that.”
“Want to check?”
Song Jiyoung didn’t answer; she just pulled away from the body she had been whispering against and stared straight at me.
“Why?”
“You... you seem like a different person when you’re having sex.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, something... I guess you could call it bold.”
Maybe it was because I was so excited, but I’d been moving according to the instincts buried deep inside me. It seemed that my wild desire to dominate them was coming out, making my actions rougher as well.
“Is it bad?”
“No, yeah. It’s manly.”
I wonder if Song Jiyoung also likes it a bit rough, like Jo Ayoung. I still didn’t know her tastes well, so I was being careful, but she didn’t seem to dislike the rougher side of me at all.
“I want to kiss.”
Lowering her eyes and blushing, she approached and kissed me. Mixing our tongues again, we enjoyed the afterglow, ignoring Jo Ayoung, who was sprawled out, exhausted from the sex.
“...You damn bastards.”
Behind the sound of our tongues tangling, I heard Jo Ayoung’s complaint. Just hold it. We’re in the middle of a kiss.