Don't Spill It Inside
Was it terrible?
It was. The sheer fact that every woman who had ever carried on a bloodline had felt this sensation hit me like a blow — shocking enough that my fogged mind snapped back into focus in an instant.
A phantom silhouette of my body being pierced through took shape behind my eyes. Of course it did. In this life or the one before it, nothing of this size had ever entered me — nothing at all had ever been inside me. So of course my breath caught and stalled, and of course I could feel the shape of the thing that had pushed its way in, mapping itself against inner surfaces I had never once been aware of.
"Hah— ah...!"
A useless gasp slipped out of me against my will. Maybe it was simply too big. It felt as if it were shoving my diaphragm upward from below.
I looked down. Soyeon was pressing into me with her whole body, so all I could see was the massive swell of her chest — and still I knew. I was stretched to the absolute limit, taking that thing in a shape that looked wrong.
"......!"
I lifted my head. Soyeon's expression was a spectacle. Honestly, it was almost funny. While I sat there with this bizarre foreign pressure and almost no pleasure to speak of, her face looked like her brain was being fried with electricity.
"Hhh— hhhnnn...!"
Her breathing — similar to mine and yet nothing like it — shook so hard I almost wondered if I was simply too heavy for her. So I held on tighter. At this point the fall didn't scare me anymore. All I feared was that thing moving too fast inside me, so I clung, and Soyeon began to move — slowly.
"Nngh—!"
It was pulling out. A sensation nothing like excretion — the entire wall of me being dragged outward along with it.
"W-wait—!"
It clung to the walls, scraping every fold on the way out. It dragged that far, then slid free with a wet sound, raking the walls as it went.
"—!"
I buried my face in her shoulder. For some reason it felt like the only thing I could do.
"Hik— hiik. Hik...!"
Withdrawal was over in a fraction of the time it had taken to enter. From Soyeon, too, came something like a moan she couldn't control — a sound that escaped because even the muscles around her vocal cords had stopped obeying her.
My hips were trembling. The space that had been packed full was slowly closing again, and I could feel it. Something deep inside — muscle or tissue, I didn't know — near the source of that usual low, buzzing ache, was moving for the first time in my life.
"Ah— ahh..."
"...Does it hurt? Does it hurt a lot?"
The sound of my voice seemed to pull Soyeon back to herself. She asked carefully. I shook my head, just as carefully.
It didn't hurt, surprisingly. Or rather — it hurt, but if you asked whether it was agony, the answer was no. Still, afraid she might misunderstand, afraid she might drop the last thread of restraint and start moving however she wanted, I lifted my head and opened my mouth.
"G-gently... gently..."
I couldn't form a proper sentence. I felt as if my reason were perfectly clear, and yet the only words that came out were those — like forcing someone who only knew how to say good morning, good afternoon, and good night to write an essay.
"Mm. Mm...!"
Again the thing began to push in, spreading the walls. The foreignness felt worse than the first time, and at the same moment somehow more familiar.
Then it withdrew again, slowly. The pace was steady — as if she had no intention of listening to any refusal, as if she were forcing herself to be considerate. When her hips rolled forward, my body rose a little with them. A heavy pressure that stopped my breath. When her hips pulled back, the reverse: my whole body was dragged along until the tile and my skin squeaked against each other at the limit of friction.
I felt everything. And with it came the thought that if we hadn't prepared this much, the pain would have been catastrophic — a pain I could still imagine even now, when it didn't hurt, and that imagination alone was enough to frighten me.
In a single stroke I could feel its pulse, its tremor, even the way the skin covering it slid. I was cycling between the urge to vomit and the sensation of my body going hollow when the thing inside me surged hard.
"Kk—!"
That surge shoved upward toward my belly — as if someone had seized a steel rod driven clean through me and wrenched it sideways.
"Hhp—!"
Throb. Throb. It clenched and released, clenched and released, and Soyeon squeezed her eyes shut. At the same time she stopped moving.
"Hhh. Hhk. Hhhuuk...!"
Unsteady breathing poured into my ear. Even someone as dense as me could tell what it meant.
She was holding back an orgasm. Connected directly to me, aroused by my body, feeling pleasure from it — and right on the edge of showing me the result.
"...!"
Reason slammed back into place. Starting with what am I doing right now and ending somewhere around a future nine months from now, the whole picture assembled itself in my head.
"W-wait, wait a second—!"
I tried to move. No strength answered; all I managed was a flail. Strangely, Soyeon barely reacted at first — and then:
"Don't move...!"
A little louder than before.
"N-no, o-outside, outside—"
"Mm. Mm. I— I know. Just a second. If I just move a little, just— just a second..."
Hhh. Hhh. Soyeon forced the air out of her lungs, clearly fighting to calm down — and still, inside me, that thing kept twitching as if it were about to spill something.
"......N-not inside. N-no. Absolutely n-not."
"Mm. Mm. I— I know, so— ahh...!"
A brief lull. The moment the onahole treatment stopped, the sight of her in my arms (or rather the reverse) struggling to hold back her climax almost looked ridiculous. A flicker of playfulness — that half-forgotten sense of mischief — stirred somewhere in me, but I couldn't act on it.
Because what got sprayed inside me was a problem of an entirely different order from everything that had come before.
So I stayed still. More accurately, terror had locked my body solid — but either way.
"Stop— stop cl-clenching."
"...What...?"
I had no idea how to respond to that. I was still completely still. The aftershocks of the foreplay were still there, sure — but I genuinely wasn't tensing anything...?
"S-stop clenching. Nngh— hnn...!"
"...N-no. You can't...!"
The atmosphere had gone wrong. Instinct was screaming at me. Any second now she was going to dump it inside me without a shred of responsibility.
"Augh...!"
"Hey— hey...!"
I thumped her on the back. Whether it would work I had no idea, but the logic seemed sound enough: if she felt even a little pain, the urge to come might drop. Nobody finishes from a slap to the face. So I pounded her back as sincerely as I could, hoping for pain.
Judging by Soyeon's face, it was having the opposite effect.
Meaning: more than the pain, the way my body shifted and my inner muscles clenched without my meaning to was the bigger problem.
"Nngh...!"
For an instant I had the illusion that the outermost rim of the shaft had swelled and surged.
And then—
"......"
Soyeon yanked herself free in a panic. Without a word of warning, without any signal at all, she pulled the thing that had been buried deep inside me straight out, and the walls dragged after it with a thick, wet sound.
"...! Ghk—"
My eyes rolled. More precisely, only one side of my face seemed to answer — the left eyelid and the corner of my mouth fluttered and contracted.
An indescribable, violent sensation — pain or pleasure, I couldn't tell — climbed my spine, and at the same time that whole slick length pressed hard against my belly.
The shaft moved. Throb. Every time the core of it hardened, thick ropes spattered. Viscosity finally lost to gravity and hit the floor. Then another jet — byuut—
The underside of my chest and my stomach were a mess, and the liquid — hot enough it felt like it might burn — ran straight down, tracing my lower belly and my thighs—
And again. Byuut. Past its limit already, the semen spilled over at once.
It covered me.
"Kyaah...! Hik...!"
I didn't know how else to describe it except that the pressure was enormous. Every time the thing against my skin pulsed, it shoved out another heavy jet that pressed into my skin.
Of course it was still within human limits, so eventually the surge tapered off.
Soyeon held me tight. We stayed like that for a long time, until the thing in her arms finally stopped twitching.
My stomach hurt. The inside of me ached, too — but mostly because that monstrous thing was pressing directly into my belly...
"..."
"...S-Soyeon..."
At some point my hips had reached the floor. We had been sliding down little by little; it was inevitable. However light my body was, holding a person up for that long was still too much. Even at a similar weight, a human body is uniquely hard to lift — no handles, and if the person being held has no strength left at all, harder still.
Soyeon sat on the floor with me in her arms and only opened her mouth after a long stretch of silence.
"......"
I didn't have the strength left to answer. It barely even qualified as sex, and still I was like this. A few strokes at most. I had done nothing; it had been closer to being used than anything else. I hadn't come anywhere near orgasm, and yet my body was full of that drained, boneless exhaustion. Or maybe it was just because I was covered in semen...
"...Soyeon..."
"Nneh...?"
I forced my mouth open. She looked like she had something to say.
Soyeon finally drew her head back and met my eyes. Her face was red.
"Th-that was..."
Was she regretting it? She couldn't finish the sentence, hovering, watching my face for a cue.
"...I-it's f-fine..."
I managed that much. Her expression still didn't change.
"...J-just one more time..."
She said it carefully.
I looked down. The thing nodding toward me was still standing rigid, as if it might burst if left alone any longer.
"Y-you're insane. You're out of your mind..."
That was all I could say. Pink fluid and the semen stuck to the entrance trembled, then finally lost their hold and dripped free.
"...Can I...?"
Even after I'd refused, Soyeon asked again.
What choice did I have? Having that thing inside me again was not an option. If she'd at least brought a condom, or birth control, maybe — but I did not want to live through that crisis a second time.
"......"
I stared at Soyeon. I put as much resentment into the look as I could, and her face flinched and drew back a little.
I took hold of it. The heat was outrageous, and the hardness traveled straight up through my hand. Remembering that this slick thing had just come out of me made my skin crawl, but—
Was insertion the only option? Was the terror of finishing inside the only option?
And thanks to Jiwoo, I already knew: her sex drive — her stamina, her vitality, whatever you wanted to call it — ran far hotter than anything in my frame of reference.
I stroked it up and down. Similar to when I'd held Minseo's, but more willing, more deliberate, so that the strange texture of the head registered clearly against my palm.
"Hnn...!"
Soyeon made a filthy little sound.
A moment of that, and then she caught my wrist—
"Soyeon... Soyeon...!"
—and pressed herself against me again, grinding that thing into my belly independent of my hand.
I nearly threw up. Partly from the sheer grossness of it, but mostly from the pure pressure — something close to the Heimlich maneuver.
Apparently she decided she had crossed some line, because right before she came she stood up and had the nerve to aim it at my face.
...I hit her. Vital spots are fair to everyone, strength or no strength.