Overwriting (2)
Overwriting (2)
The movie was past its climax, and the characters were reuniting.
As is typical for blockbuster movies, the protagonist, who had been through hell and back, rolling around and destroying the whole city, was silhouetted against the sunset, covered in grime and filth, sharing a passionate kiss with his divorced wife as the scene slowly faded to black.
"Jagi."
"Hm?"
I came to my senses and realized I was being held tight in Monia's massive embrace.
Was I too focused? I didn't even notice my posture changing.
"What's your relationship with that girl, Hwaran?"
"What do you mean, relationship...?"
Unlike me, who was focused on the movie, it seemed Monia had been thinking about something else entirely.
Why did Hwaran's name come up here?
Honey, who is this woman who keeps calling you?
Uhh..., just a junior at work. She's calling about work, it's not the kind of relationship you're thinking of.
What kind of relationship? What did I say? Are you feeling guilty for no reason?
No, I told you it's not like that...!
Are you angry at me right now?
No, honey. Just listen to me for a second....
Forget it. I want to be alone, so don't contact me for a while.
Why is this imaginary conversation with a lover I've never even had popping into my head?
Monia and I aren't even close to being lovers; we haven't even had a "thing." Come to think of it, Monia and I met for the first time today. There's absolutely no reason for her to interrogate me about the opposite sex around me.
And Hwaran, she and I don't have a special... relationship either, right?
It was just an impulsive mistake that happened last night, and I wasn't the one who seduced her. If you think about it, I'm the victim. Yeah.
Except for last night, we're just coworkers. Though it's closer to an employer-employee relationship than coworkers.
"I don't know what you're thinking, but it's not that kind of relationship with Hwaran-ssi."
"That kind of relationship? What kind of relationship do you think I'm talking about?"
Ugh.
What is this? Every single word feels like walking on thin ice. The kind that would shatter if you stepped wrong.
Is what Monia feels toward Hwaran jealousy? It didn't seem like she was particularly close to Hwaran, either.
"Just, just.... Coworkers?"
"Huuuung...?"
There's a clear sense of discomfort in Monia's drawn-out nasal tone.
That's not exactly a response to pick a fight over, is it?
Before I knew it, cold sweat was beading on my forehead, and I felt my back, pressed against Monia, getting slightly damp.
Damn it... why do I have to be the one nervous!!
As I swallowed my rising frustration, Monia's arm, which had been wrapped around my waist, tightened even more, forcing the remaining breath out of my chest.
"Hup...."
"Then it doesn't matter what I do to that girl, right?"
"Uh, uh... it might not matter to Hwaran-ssi, but wouldn't it be a problem for me?"
"Do you hate me?"
No, no, if you ask if I hate you, obviously not....
For one, she's pretty. It's not good to judge people solely by their appearance, but you can't help it when they're pretty. She's high-performance... no, she's strong. She has a lot of money, and she even has a good personality. An all-rounder who would hear "small dick" jokes a lot if she were a man.
Monia doesn't have a single jagged edge.
So, if I had to choose between like and dislike, Monia is someone closer to "like."
"It's not that I hate you...."
"Then do you like me?"
If she asks if I have feelings of love, I have no choice but to shut my mouth.
It's a cold thing to say, but affection doesn't just spring up out of nowhere.
"Then Hwaran, do you like that girl?"
"Wait, why is the conversation going there?"
"Then why did you suck and lick with her, but not with me?"
I was so dumbfounded I couldn't speak.
Su, suck and lick!! I was sucked and licked, but I didn't do it.
And how did she find that out? Is there a setting where Monia, who looked normal on the outside, was actually the protagonist's stalker, so she was monitoring me, following me, and wiretapping me...!!
Goosebumps rose in an instant.
Unconsciously, I struggled to escape Monia's embrace.
"Really... if you really hate me, tell me now."
"Th, that's... not it. Monia, let's calm down first. You, you. You seem a little strange right now. Let's just separate for a second and calm down—."
"I didn't say I hated it? Did you agree?"
"How did it end up like that—— Augh!"
Slide. A cold hand sliding under my clothes roughly twisted my body, and my vision turned stark white.
To think that having my nipple pinched would hurt this much. Tears welled up.
Then, perhaps feeling a little sorry, she patted me. Tap, tap. Flick, flick. Round and round, round and rooound....
"Hick."
It wasn't an apology for the pinch. This is just caressing, foreplay, that's what it is.
The tip of Monia's finger was tickling the area around my nipple, the areola, which had popped out as a reaction to the pinch.
She kept a precarious distance, barely touching, making my waist twitch involuntarily.
"Huuung... Jagi, you're a pervert. Walking around without even wearing a bra like this...."
"Th, that's... hoooo...."
It's not like I wanted to go without one.
I didn't go home yesterday, I just came straight from the motel, so I couldn't wear underwear. I just didn't want to wear the underwear I had on again, and since my clothes were thick anyway, I thought I wouldn't get caught for a day, so I just didn't wear any.
My mind went blank from her ticklish, teasing touch... I hadn't even been teased that thoroughly, yet I was already reacting like this. What the hell is wrong with this body?
"Or were you expecting this to happen with me?"
No way.
If it weren't for the variable that occurred during the operation, I wouldn't have met Monia in the first place.
I was too short of breath to answer, so I just shook my head side to side with difficulty.
"Then you are a pervert. Hoo...."
"Hiiik!"
I was curled up to escape Monia's touch, but when warm air suddenly burrowed into my ear, I straightened my back.
At the same time, her finger, which had been gently stroking that spot, pressed firmly down on my erect nipple.
"Hick!"
Flash.
An unexpected, intense stimulation spread dizzily through my entire body and struck my brain directly, making me let out a stupid moan.
The thick fluid that had been oozing out between my legs flowed out in a handful to match.
"Ha, haha... did you just cum, Jagi?"
"No, nooo...."
Monia chuckled, seemingly surprised by my reaction. I desperately denied it, but I couldn't stop her hand moving from my chest down to below.
Shoo, she lifted my awkward skirt, and the outside air entered the hole without any resistance, and when her hand touched between my legs, goosebumps broke out all over.
Two fingers rubbed the mound as if pondering for a moment.
"Huuung... I can overlook the no-bra thing, but no-panties is completely out. You pervert."
"Pervert... I, am not...."
I'm not a pervert, and I'm not a woman.
"You're a total liar, Jagi. You say you're not a pervert while not wearing underwear, and you say you didn't cum... then what is this?"
Monia lifted the hand that had been rubbing between my legs and showed it in front of my eyes.
A whitish liquid was stuck stickily between her two fingers, drawing a thread.
"........"
"You did cum. A pervert who climaxed on my fingers. A real pervert who cums from just having her nipples teased."
"It's not... I was probably just a little excited. Because you kept teasing me, calling me a pervert, and, and teasing my nipples...."
I squeezed my eyes shut and denied it.
There's no way I'm a pervert. Cumming just from having my nipples touched... that's just being a pervert, plain and simple.
"Eup...?!"
A finger entered between my lips. Monia's two fingers that had been teasing me were suddenly inside my mouth.
"I have to get rid of the evidence. Right? If this is gone, no one will know you came, right?"
"Hup.... Hup."
I'm not the type to lick up my own bodily fluids after hearing such ridiculous nonsense. Monia must know that, because she swirled the fingers she put in my mouth, rubbing them against my tongue as I tried to avoid them, teasing me.
My own arousal fluid... fuck. Is this right? Anyway, the first taste of it didn't feel like anything.
How should I put it? It felt like there was someone who had been sucking on it all day, saying it was sweet. For that, it wasn't really.... I thought that, but when I forced myself to swallow the first mouthful of saliva.
A sweetness that made my tongue tingle struck my brain.
What is this, it's delicious.
From then on, there was no dignity or anything left.
I was busy sucking on Monia's fingers like someone who had lost their mind.
"Uung, Jagi. Is my finger delicious?"
"Hue...? Uung.... Uuuung."
It was a response that lacked persuasiveness for someone who had been licking greedily. Ah, it wasn't that my fluid was sweet, it was that Monia's finger was sweet.
That must be it. There's no way something that came out of my body would taste sweet.
Thinking that, the reason for the sweetness was fully explained.
Hup. Slurp... Slooop. Hup.
How long had I been sucking on Monia's fingers?
When Monia pulled her fingers out of my mouth, they pulled away with a pop sound, leaving me feeling disappointed.
"Ah...."
"Was it that delicious, just a finger?"
"........"
Shame came rushing in late.
A grown adult had been licking fingers like they were going to be ripped off, how pathetic must that have looked.
My earlobes burned hot for no reason.
"Since you've tasted the upper mouth, I have to fill the lower mouth too, right?"
"Oh... I think that's fine."
Naturally, there was no way Monia would listen to me, and Monia, who was sitting behind me, spread my legs wide and overlapped her own legs over them, fixing me in place so I couldn't run away.
My reflection in the darkened TV.
A woman caught by a woman with healthy brown skin. My face was flushed red with shame, my eyes were wavering, my skirt was hiked up, and the beautiful, straight crack between my wide-open legs was visible, enough to make one gasp.
Even reflected on the black TV screen, my pretty, clearly pink pussy was glistening with the arousal fluid I had spewed out myself. How funny it must have been to claim I wasn't a pervert while looking like this.
"Excuse me."
Slide. A finger burrowed in.
"Huk."
A thin, slender index finger skillfully found the hole and burrowed in, forcing all the air out of my lungs.
Thanks to having already spewed out lubricant to the limit, there was no pain, but the sensation of something entering my body was just too awkward.
Whether it had the intention of fighting off the intruder or not, my wretched vagina was squirming and tickling Monia's finger as if it were a dick.
"Th, this...!"
I tried my best to tense my lower abdomen, but it only tightened around the finger even more strongly.
Instead, the finger became perfectly interlocked with the bumpy, contracted inside of my vagina, pressing and stimulating it.
"Jagi, my finger is going to break at this rate. How starved were you?"
"No, it's not... hiccup. Don't do that...."
As Monia gently bent the tip of her finger, I could feel my vaginal walls being pressed and crushed.
I was panting, forgetting even how to swallow saliva, and drooling, not even knowing that my clothes were getting soaked.
"Is this a little boring? Here——."
"No, no. That, huk. Don't do that, no. Please don't."
Fearing Monia's bent finger, I grabbed her wrist and begged desperately.
If she does more of this, I'll become strange. My brain will really become stupid.
Stop. No.
"I don't want to."
Click. With a sound like that, it felt like Monia's finger slipped out from inside my vagina.
"Heeuuuugh——??!!!♡"
Splurt♡.
The pleasure that started in my pussy traveled up my spine and stimulated my nervous system. My fingertips and toes curled. And the lewd moans and mysterious clear liquid that burst out.
My head snapped back, and my vision blurred, probably because my eyes had rolled back into my head.
Things like this... shouldn't exist.
If pleasure like this exists, people will become idiots.
But my already stupid brain had given up on resisting, and I had simply become a toy played with by Monia's touch.