Aren't You Scared?
Soyeon looked up at me. It was strange how a pleasant scent kept drifting from somewhere.
I didn't know if she'd always smelled this good, but it was odd all the same. We were in a bathroom, after all. It wasn't exactly a situation where anyone could be wearing perfume.
Even the best-maintained restroom carries a faint odor — the smell rising from the pipes, the invisible clumps of rotting organic matter that have to exist somewhere. And yet there was no stench at all, only that nice fragrance. Come to think of it, I should have told her I'd take over cleaning the bathrooms too.
...I'd do it when I got back. Yeah. For now, that would be one of the reasons I had to return.
"It's tomorrow. Aren't you scared?"
Soyeon opened her mouth. From this lower angle I could see her teeth, neat and even. So straight.
"...Yeah..."
It was a lie. The truth was I was terrified out of my mind.
Just as she'd said — they could leave me behind. Surviving on an alien planet with the scrap of survival knowledge I'd picked up from comics was close to impossible.
And beyond that, the walking alone would be an ordeal. If my companions had been Dahyun, or even just the woman in front of me, maybe it would have been different...
But I had to go with those people.
And they'd clearly made some kind of deal. Best guess from my tiny brain: the price was that they got to torment me however they liked.
In other words — so that nobody would abandon me, they were free to use my body however they wanted. Something like that.
They might not have said it so bluntly, but there had to have been some unspoken understanding. Otherwise Yujin wouldn't have said what she said yesterday.
Thinking that, a mad surge of disgust rose toward the woman in front of me. Rationally, I understood...
It was the lesser evil. Between death and suffering, you had to choose the latter.
If offering up my body a little was enough to secure survival, then of course that was the right thing to do.
And it was rational. Better to ask someone with a clear motive than strangers who had no connection to me — people who, if anything, found me repulsive.
That was true. It was true, and yet...
"What am I going to do without you."
"..."
Her lips twitched. Losing a convenient onahole would definitely be inconvenient.
I didn't answer, so Soyeon hesitated a little, choosing her words. Well. Given that she'd followed me all the way here, it was obvious enough.
"I mean... still, it'll be okay. We cut the gear down to the safe minimum, and there'll be several of us. And you can always give up and come back whenever you want. Right?"
"...Yeah. Th-that's right..."
Soyeon was getting talkative. I didn't have the nerve to ignore even that, so I answered — and her face brightened so much I hadn't known it still had room left to light up.
...She was easy to read. Well. That was a virtue, in its way. I didn't like lumping Yujin and Dahyun together, but those two were the type whose expressions were a little harder to parse.
"Sooo, um. Listen. Unnie."
"...Yeah."
"It's just, well... I mean, I won't get to see you for a while. Um. So."
"......"
It was almost funny. She'd confessed by raping me, and now we were lovers? It was so absurd that the only thought in my head was to get this over with —
So I kissed her first. A little too hard; my gums knocked against the teeth behind her lips and throbbed faintly, but so what.
Soyeon pulled her head back a little in surprise, then let out a soft breath and pulled me into her arms.
She was sitting on the toilet and I was straddling her face-to-face, so I could feel the front of her pants swelling.
Her tongue pushed in. That proud tongue wandered every corner of my mouth as if savoring the taste.
"Mmh—"
"Pff."
She laughed with our lips still pressed together, and something like the scent of living human tissue drifted out of her. Mostly it was a fresh mint smell, but that other note was there too. Not bad — just there.
Soyeon stroked my back slowly. Whether she liked the bra that much or not, her hand kept tracing the line where the band met my skin, then tugging it lightly.
"…"
It was like watching a graph of arousal climb. From the way her hands and movements grew rougher, I could tell she'd hit her limit.
There was a chip in my head. Did Soyeon have one too? If so, could you pull up a monitor and look at her mind?
...I didn't particularly want to. From the things she did, you could tell well enough without looking.
"Nnh, ah…"
Soyeon kept pressing into me. She was surrendering herself completely to desire, and holding my position against that force was getting harder and harder.
Eventually we were shoved back against the door. My body was lifted a little just from the way she pushed into me — and that was exactly what she'd intended.
She needed both hands free to get her pants off, after all.
"Nnh…!"
It was a strange feeling. Today had already been a hard day. It had been a long time since the security team — no, since Yujin — had done that to me. It hadn't hurt the way it used to, but it had still been exhausting.
I closed my eyes. There was nothing to gain from watching something I didn't even like.
Rustle. Rustle. The hurried whisper of fabric against skin, then a soft thud. Something hit the floor and the pressure against my body vanished.
The hands that found me again explored however they pleased, then caught hold of my pants.
Crinkle. That sound. The sound of a sealed snack bag crumpling inside a pocket.
"…"
Soyeon's hands froze. Then they slipped into my pants pocket.
Well. Of course it was a condom. The one Jiwoo had somehow gotten hold of and brought over to test me with. Soyeon picked it up and looked at it, and her face slowly hardened.
"…"
Her face pulled away. The tongue that had felt fused to mine withdrew, leaving behind something like phantom sensation — as if our tongues were still tangled.
"...Where did you get this?"
Soyeon asked.
"...Uh, sorry…?"
"……"
Silence. Was she misunderstanding? Thinking it was leftover from someone else, maybe?
It was a single, after all, so that kind of assumption wouldn't be unreasonable...
No — why should I care about reading the room? What was I expecting from a one-sided lover.
"...It wasn't in the logs."
Soyeon muttered under her breath as she tore the wrapper open. It looked a little wetter than I remembered.
I'd never used one in my previous life, but the world had advanced far enough that the internet existed, so it wasn't as if I had no idea what they looked like.
"……"
A choking silence held for a moment. Naturally I was watching Soyeon's face. Suddenly the image of her exploding with rage that day rose in my mind.
Unlike then, there wasn't even a desk between us. If I took a hit equal to what that desk had absorbed... I'd probably die.
"...Did you, did you pack this to use with me…?"
"?"
I was wound tight when Soyeon asked it like that, half under her breath.
And just like that, all the tension drained out of me. It was the feeling of turning a corner on a mountain trail and finding a bear — only for the bear to turn its back and walk away.
"...Y-yeah…!"
I answered. There was no other way.
If I said, Actually Jiwoo had it and wanted to have sex with me today so I kind of put her off with my mouth and thighs, I probably wouldn't even make it to departure.
"...I love you. Unnie."
Soyeon pulled out the condom. My eyes had been following her hands, so I ended up watching the slightly filthy, disgusting sight of her rolling it on.
If the day ever came when I had to soothe Jiwoo with my mouth again, I swore I'd bite her.
...Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough.
—
"Just a little, can you open a little wider?"
A shiver ran through me at the words. At the same time I parted my legs a little, and the place that ought to have been handled with care — and never was — lay fully exposed.
"…"
Soyeon's gaze was fixed downward. This wasn't like that day, in the dark. This wasn't sex forced through sheer strength in a blur.
Having my body stared at so openly, with an expression that made every feeling obvious, made my face grow hotter and hotter.
"Hiek—?!"
"Shh. Unnie."
It touched me.
The air was a little cool, and the thing that pressed against that unprotected place was so hot.
It stroked diligently along the mound, then angled as if to pierce me, searching for my entrance—
"Unnie. Unnieee…"
Soyeon murmured, stroking my hair. A sticky wetness clung to the hand that touched me. The fluid from the condom, no doubt.
"Hhuup…!"
Because of the height difference, Soyeon had to hold my head in a very awkward position — which meant my face ended up buried in her chest. Whether that was love or just a way to muffle me, I couldn't tell.
"Mmph, nnh…!"
Flesh so soft it made you wonder how it held any shape at all, with no muscle to speak of.
If it weren't for the fear of penetration, it would have felt incredible.
"I-it tickles. Hheung…!"
Soyeon was trying to sound leisurely, but her body wasn't playing along at all. The moment she found my entrance, it pressed slowly upward. Force gathering to push into me.
"Mmph…!"
"Yeah. Yeah. Just a second, U-unn— nh. Hheuh…!"
A thick push. It began to slide in smoothly on the lubricant. What had been only a narrow parting widened along a fairly steep incline.
Tensing up offered no defense whatsoever. If anything, it might have only driven the pleasure deeper.
"…!"
I let go. The thing scraped lightly along my inner walls as it entered, then started driving in with no end in sight, and—
"Kkheup…!"
Without meaning to, I kept clenching my lower half — my pussy.
Whether it was some kind of conditioned reflex or not, the tension kept coming. The foreign sensation of something that wouldn't close was a bonus.
That hook-like head was already inside me. From here on, no matter how it moved, I told myself all that was left for me was pain.
"Ah, haah…"
Soyeon's excited moan brushed my ear. She'd grabbed my head and pressed her face near the crown, so she probably hadn't meant it that way—
But my body shuddered. It was a truly sudden assault.
Maybe in this world there was some kind of etiquette about whispering in someone's ear during this kind of thing — no, that had probably been true in the old world too.
"U-unnie. Unnieee…"
Soyeon liked calling my name. There was no other reason she'd keep saying it so foolishly. Whether she was savoring the distance between herself and the "me" from before I'd lost my memories, I didn't know...
That coaxing voice was thick with air, and every time that breath touched my ear my body trembled.
"I'm gonna m-move. Sl-slowly. Unnie."
That was a lie. The thing drove all the way to the deepest point, past what I could bear — sliding along my inner walls.
"It's so slippery. Hh…!"
In that awkward position, Soyeon muttered a review I hadn't wanted to hear. Meanwhile I was clenching my fists against the heavy foreign pressure, unable even to think about moving.
"Hheuh, hheuh... s-slowlyyy...?!"
It pulled out so deep I almost felt like I couldn't breathe. The walls that had been clenched tight around it, trying to get used to the shape, were ruined by the motion of the head — raking through my insides on the way out—
And then all the way back in to the deepest point.
"Euhk—"
My foot, pressed too hard, slipped with a slick sound, but I didn't fall. Hard to fall when someone has that tight a grip on your skull.
Soyeon pushed my body back a little. Freed from the stifling air warmed by her chest, I met cool oxygen — and immediately a hand caught my chin and tilted my face up.
And she kissed me again.
Tall Soyeon bent her head low—
And I, already short and made smaller still by spreading my legs, craned my neck as far as it would go for the kiss that followed.
It was different from before — different from every kiss until now. Vulgar.
Chuuup. Churrup. Beup-heup. She deliberately let spit spill into my mouth and mixed it with the air slipping between our lips, working it into filthy wet sounds until my ears felt like they were being raped.
Those sounds — crude and blatant, sounds you didn't even need a kiss to make — sent a faint vibration through my lower belly—
"Hheuk…!"
A throb. The thing pulsing inside me. It pressed hard against the upper part of my lower belly, and I thought my eyes might roll back.
It was exactly the place Yujin's had reached when she'd jammed herself in.
But this head was incomparably softer, with just the right firmness — pressing against my belly as if it meant to carve out empty space inside my vagina.
"Ah, hah…!"
Maybe she liked my reaction; Soyeon smiled brightly. We were still kissing, but I could see her eyes curve into crescents.
At the same time — a firm press. Now Soyeon was pushing down on my lower belly from the outside.
Even without seeing them, people automatically correct and remember roughly where their own organs sit.
Soyeon pressed the same place from inside and out. If she pushed just a little harder, I had the absurd illusion she could have been stroking the head with her hand—
My lower belly was under siege. She pressed with the heel of her palm like she was doing CPR, while her cock stood rigid and kept throbbing—
And every time that head slid past some unnameable place along my inner wall, strength flooded my waist until it felt like it would snap backward.
"J-just— bep— wait, a sec…!"
I turned my head a little away from Soyeon, who kept trying to tangle our tongues even as I spoke — but she didn't seem to care either way.
"It's weird, it's weird—"
My lips were stolen. Tongues tangled, gazes crossed, and a hot breath spilled across my face.
"Euhhiik...!"
In the end I came first. A sensation on a completely different level from finishing outside slammed into my skull.
And in the aftershock, Soyeon hit her climax too.
I had no idea how a vagina was supposed to work, but in answer to it — throb. Throb. A thick rush of semen pouring into me.
...I could feel the condom swelling inside like a balloon.
I was lucky. If I'd taken a load that heavy bare — enough to reverse-flow even with one on — I definitely would have gotten pregnant.