An Apology
My anus, slightly parted and twitching, accepted the tip of Han-na's finger without resistance. Thanks to the constant wear of the anal plug over the past months, it had grown so used to penetration that it welcomed her slender digit with smooth, yielding warmth.
As the finger slowly burrowed deeper, a scorching heat like flames licking my insides bloomed alongside a shiver of electric pleasure. "Mmmh… slurp, sluuuurp…."
Even as that happened, Eun-jung's tongue continued to teasingly scrape and tangle with mine, while her fingers gently caressed the inner walls of my pussy. They explored the slick, loosened folds that had melted from repeated orgasms, searching until they found my most sensitive spot. Then they hooked like a come-hither gesture and began rubbing it with relentless, precise strokes.
"…Seon-ah. Does it feel good right here?"
"Ah-! Haah… haah…."
No matter how much I wanted to lie, every time Eun-jung's fingers moved, my pussy would clench hard and squirt out the thick nectar that had pooled inside. The overflowing juices trickled down my perineum and coated Han-na's pumping fingers in my ass. As if replenishing the love gel that had been applied before inserting the plug, the once slightly resistant passage began producing wet, obscene schlup-schlup sounds.
"Lee Seon-ah, can you hear that? Sounds like this other pussy is feeling good too."
Han-na's voice, laced with laughter, mingled with the lewd wet noises spilling from both my holes. Just as she said, my ass accepted her fingers without struggle, flooded me with pleasure, and had become so drenched by my own pussy juices that it was now making the same filthy sounds a real cunt would—schlup-schlup, squelch-squelch.
At this point, there was truly no difference between the two. What had once been an ordinary anus just a few months ago had somehow… turned into a pussy.
It would happily expand the moment the anal plug was pushed in each morning, savor the feeling of fullness while I walked, beg for deeper thrusts whenever fingers plunged inside, and clamp down rhythmically around probing touches until I came. A shameless, perverted second pussy.
"To think you’re feeling this much while your friends are simultaneously fingering both your front and back pussies…." Eun-jung whispered sweetly into my ear, never stopping the tireless movement of her fingers inside me. "Seon-ah, are you perhaps… a pervert?"
The pointed accusation made my whole body tense in surprise. "Ah, haaahng…!" The sudden clench of both my pussy around Eun-jung's hooked fingers and my anal pussy around Han-na's thrusting digits sent violent waves of pleasure crashing through me.
"Hmm? Why aren’t you answering…? If you stay silent like that, I might really start thinking you’re a total pervert…?"
"…N-no. I-I’m… not a pervert…."
"Really…?"
With a playful giggle, Eun-jung began slowly withdrawing her fingers from my pussy. My anal pussy was still being vigorously pumped, but the moment her fingers started to leave my real cunt, my walls instinctively tightened with desperate greed. Yet the passage, utterly soaked with my own nectar, couldn’t grip her properly. Instead, my inner flesh clung to her retreating fingers, stretching outward until—pop!—they finally slipped free with a wet sound that echoed through the room.
"Ahahaha… What was that sound?"
Eun-jung laughed as if it were the most amusing thing in the world. She slid just the tip of one finger back into my pussy, then slowly pulled it out again. Once more, my greedy entrance clung to her digit before releasing with another clear pop!.
"Seon-ah… What is that sound, hm? Tell me. Tell me?"
"Hngh, haaah… haaaahng…!"
Her finger kept dipping in and out, producing those humiliating pop-pop noises again and again. It was blatantly obvious to both Eun-jung and Han-na just how desperately my pussy craved her touch. I was so ashamed of those sounds—I didn’t want them to hear—but my body wouldn’t listen.
"Hngh, s-stop… hngh… p-please, no more…."
"Lee Seon-ah."
While I was panting helplessly, teased by Eun-jung's fingers, Han-na's low, growling voice suddenly came from my left.
"…Why are you only making those noises for her?"
"Ah, nooo… hngh, that’s not… what I…."
"Is one finger not enough for this pussy?"
"Huuuugh…!"
At the same time, another finger forced its way into my anal pussy. Now stretched even wider, the passage made thick, sticky schluuuurp-schlurp sounds as her fingers moved in and out. It was as if she were trying to brand the sensation permanently into my anal cunt….
Yet even then, the constant pop-pop from my front hole kept me from regaining any composure.
"Ahngh, haa, haaaahng… p-please… forgive me now… hngh, huuuuuh…!"
"Forgive you for what…? It’s my fingers that keep getting caught by your greedy pussy. If anything, your cunt should be the one letting go of me."
"…."
Eun-jung smiled brightly as she blamed everything on my misbehaving pussy, while Han-na, clearly displeased by my anal pussy’s reaction, glared at me slightly and shoved in yet another finger. Caught between the two of them, I could only beg for mercy, but the hands tormenting both my holes never stopped.
If this continued… I was really going to break.
My pussy that stupidly sucked and clung to retreating fingers until even my inner walls were pulled out, my anal pussy that had stretched wide enough to swallow three of Han-na's fingers at once, my breasts with their painfully erect nipples trembling all on their own without anyone touching them, and my mind that was melting under the relentless pleasure of being fucked and teased from both ends….
"Seon-ah. Would you like us to stop?"
Eun-jung's soft whisper tickled my ear. I nodded frantically the moment I heard it.
"Then apologize properly. Say you’re sorry for being such a rude, finger-biting bitch pussy that doesn’t know how to respect her friends’ fingers."
"…And apologize to me too, Lee Seon-ah. Say you’re a perverted anal pussy that can’t be satisfied even with three fingers stuffed inside."
"Ah, hngh…."
Beyond the humiliating pleasure waited even greater shame. And I would have to say the words myself….
But cornered as I was, I had no other choice.
"M-my… my pussy… is a rude, ill-mannered pussy that… hngh… bites my friends’ fingers… a bitch pussy that… can’t be satisfied with just three fingers… a perverted pussy… I-I’m… I’m so sorry…."
My face burned crimson with shame, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as I answered in a trembling voice.
"Good girl, Seon-ah."
"…."
The moment the words left my lips, both Eun-jung's teasing fingers and Han-na's buried digits slammed back inside me to the hilt at the exact same time.
"Huuuuuuuugh…!!"
"…Wait here a second. I need to use the bathroom real quick."
Eun-jung stared at her hand, glistening with Seon-ah’s juices, then left the room saying she’d be right back. Maybe to wash her hands.
…Come to think of it, I had things to wash off too. I gazed for a moment at Seon-ah’s unconscious body, still twitching from the aftershocks of climax, then gently pulled the blanket over her before stepping out of the room.
I crossed the living room bathed in the glow of sunset and stopped in front of the bathroom door. There, I found myself unable to go inside and simply stood still.
"Hngh… Seon-ah, hngh, Seon-ahhh… huuuuh…."
Beyond the door came the wet squelch-squelch sounds mixed with Eun-jung's breathy moans. There was no mistaking what she was doing. Using the bathroom at a friend’s house to… well. I could understand the urge, but I couldn’t bring myself to interrupt her happy private time. I quietly took a towel and a fresh bar of soap from the shelf outside and moved away.
"Haa… I wanted to masturbate too."
My original plan had been to secretly touch myself while watching Seon-ah—bound with rope, senses deprived—go into heat from my scent. But Eun-jung's sudden visit had ruined everything.
With a small sigh, I washed my hands thoroughly in the kitchen, grabbed the towel, and returned to Seon-ah’s room.
"…She’s sleeping so peacefully even like that."
Seon-ah was still tied in that frog-like, upside-down position. With the blanket over her, she looked like a little mountain rising from the bed. I pulled the blanket off again, wiped down her body soaked in sweat and love juices, then fetched the love gel from the nearby closet.
"Maybe next time I’ll try something bigger…."
Judging from how eagerly her ass had taken my fingers earlier, her anal passage seemed sufficiently trained. It was probably ready for beads or other toys that could reach even deeper. Still, for now, this would have to do….
I picked up the anal plug I had set aside and squeezed a generous amount of love gel onto it. Then I pressed the tapered tip against her pink anus, still glistening with her own juices, and slowly pushed it inside.
"Mmmh…."
Her anus naturally spread open with a wet schluuuurp, easily swallowing the plug from its narrow tip all the way to its thickest part. After greedily devouring the toy, her hole finally closed snugly around the base. I watched the red cubic jewel on the plug’s flange sparkle for a moment before a sudden thought occurred to me.
Was this really okay? It wasn’t even a real pussy—could it stay open so naturally even while she was sleeping…?
…The best thing to do in moments like this was to ask the person herself.
"Lee Seon-ah."
I lay down beside her and pulled her head into my embrace. Then I whispered softly into her ear as she began sniffing at my scent with little snuffling noises.
"…Your anus really seems to be turning into a proper pussy…. Is that okay with you?"
"Mmm…."
Perhaps the breath tickled her ear, because Seon-ah let out a soft moan and snuggled even closer into my arms.
…I guess that meant it was fine?
I hugged her head tightly against my chest and closed my eyes. Lying in the warm bed with Seon-ah’s heated body pressed against me, sleep began to creep over me before I knew it.
By the way, how long was Cha Eun-jung planning to keep masturbating…?
Almost as soon as the thought crossed my mind, the door burst open and Eun-jung walked back in with heavy steps.
"…Han-na."
"Yeah?"
Despite having just enjoyed her happy private time, her expression looked strangely downcast.
"I just checked. We have midterms in two weeks. Did you know?"
"Has it already been that long…? But why bring it up? Haven’t you been studying?"
"No, it’s not that… It’s about Seon-ah."
"…Ah."
I glanced down at Seon-ah’s peaceful, sleeping face. Even in that uncomfortable position, she was breathing softly and evenly.
"We should at least give her some time to study, right?"
"…Yeah, I suppose so."
We had been using the excuse of The Test to toy with her every single day—weekdays and weekends alike. There was no way she’d had any time to study on her own. She might have been free during actual class hours, but during breaks she’d been forced to accept my touches without her classmates noticing. Studying properly under those conditions would have been nearly impossible.
In that case….
"We should probably put The Test on hold for a while."
…Seon-ah would be happy about that, wouldn’t she?