Resting at Home 1
“Haaah...”
Somehow holding back my body’s rising heat, I pushed Jung Taeyang away and collapsed onto the bed, letting out a deep sigh. No matter how I thought about it, my body had become too strange. Just having him nearby was enough to send me into heat. And right now, my body ached all over from all the naughty things we’d done—especially down there. Yet my nipples stood stiff and erect, and even below, a little fluid was starting to leak out bit by bit.
At least the pain meant I couldn’t do anything more, which was a small mercy amid the misfortune... But if this kept up, the future terrified me. My fated pair was Jung Taeyang, after all. Did that mean I’d have to spend every moment sitting next to him in a constant state of arousal? The mere thought was horrifying—my whole body shuddered at it.
I glanced over and saw Jung Taeyang cleaning my apartment. I’d told him just to go, but he insisted it was partly his responsibility, so he’d clean up first. Fine, just clean the place and leave. But no—he’d dragged the mop all the way to the hallway, scrubbing away diligently. I couldn’t understand why he was being so nice. It wasn’t like he couldn’t use me as his personal fuckhole whether I liked it or not...
“Hngh...”
Watching him like that, I felt my nipples harden completely. What kind of messed-up body was this? It was starting to feel like even daily life might be impossible.
I turned my head away and closed my eyes. Calm down, calm down. Lee Sebin. You have to calm down... Wait, why Lee Sebin? What was my real name again?
“...What is it.”
I couldn’t remember. How long had it been since I became Lee Sebin? And I’d already forgotten that? A faint sadness washed over me.
“Eungh...”
For now, the pain made it impossible to think straight. I pulled the blanket over my head, covering my face completely. Yeah, this was the most stable, comfortable position under the covers. If I turned on the AC too, it’d be perfect.
I tried to fall asleep like that, but strangely, the excitement in my body wouldn’t subside. The pain down below kept that in check, at least, but my unused nipples today seemed to whine for attention, begging to be played with.
“...”
Fine. It was good to get in a little mood before bed anyway. Even back when I was a guy, I’d done it before sleep...
Under the blanket, I fidgeted my hand upward. Soon enough, I could feel my rock-hard nipples poking through the thin shirt. Was it my slutty body, or the heat? They weren’t just stiff—they’d swollen huge.
“Mm...”
I stifled my voice as much as possible and gently scratched at my nipples. No doubt about it—these were a woman’s erogenous zones. Just a light touch nearly made sounds leak out on their own.
Scratching, pinching lightly, twisting... the sensation built intensely. My fingers grew rougher to match.
“Hiih!”
I couldn’t hold back—I pressed down hard on my nipple, and the sound escaped. Panicking, I pulled the blanket down just enough to peek out and check on Jung Taeyang, but he was busy mopping and hadn’t noticed.
...Phew. Good. Or should I just finish quickly while he’s distracted like that? ...Yeah, that’s best. No point dragging it out—I’d make noise if I came anyway. So while he hasn’t noticed, cum right now and pass out. Perfect plan.
I dove back under the covers and slipped my hand inside my shirt. Touching over the fabric felt good, but direct skin contact was undeniably better.
“...Hngk♡”
Now I didn’t hold back, groping fiercely. To cum as fast as possible, I targeted only the spots that felt best, tormenting them in every way. My movements were like I was trying to turn my nipples into pathetic ones that could make me climax from the slightest touch. Some part of me knew this was wrong... but nah, just my imagination.
“Hngk♡ Hn♡ Hnngh...♡”
Wait— if I moaned and he noticed? It’d all be over. I tried forcing the sounds down... but it felt too good. I couldn’t suppress them properly; if anything, they were getting louder. Or maybe not—hard to tell. When humans masturbate—guy or girl—judgment clouds over. Especially in heat like this.
“...♡”
I came. I came... Seriously, not even three minutes in, and I was done. As a guy, that’d be premature ejaculation, but for a girl...? Maybe it’s fine?
“Haa, haa...”
I panted like that for a bit. A quick feel below—my pants were soaked. Despite the pain still lingering.
I’d wipe it up after Jung Taeyang left... He didn’t see, right?
While I lay gasping under the covers, thoughts of him suddenly flooded in. Sure, it was quick, but I’d leaked some moans. Writhed a lot too...
“...”
Nah, he didn’t see. No way it lasted over three minutes. Why would he even look over here?
But why this unease? And why was it so quiet?
“...”
I peeked out cautiously. The mop stood by the entrance, but Jung Taeyang was gone.
“...Where’d he go.”
This was getting unsettling. I scanned around for him, but no sign. Did he step out mid-cleaning? That’d be a relief, actually...
I turned my head back—and nearly screamed in shock.
“...!”
Jung Taeyang stood right beside my bed. I’d been so focused on the entrance that I hadn’t checked my side. There he was, inches away, wearing that lecherous smile like he knew exactly why.
“Did you... see it?”
Oh god, polite speech again. But this time, no correcting it. Caught like this—how could I?
“See what?”
Oh, he saw. That shit-eating grin said it all. No idea when, but he’d watched me play with my nipples till I came.
“Ah, ahh...”
Mortified, I yanked the blanket over my head and hid. As I trembled inside, I heard him approach.
“Why? It was cute.”
He stroked my head over the blanket as he spoke. How did he know exactly where my head was? Even through the fabric, it felt so good.
“N-nooo...”
My voice came out all cutesy and whiny without meaning to. His touch was clear even muffled, and I’d grown so used to it—my tension melted away. No chance to resist. He whipped the blanket off, exposing my drenched lower half.
“Whoa, such a slutty smell...”
Yeah, after cumming once under there, the air reeked of bitch in heat. I flailed in shame, covering my face.
...No doubt about it—my intelligence had regressed. For real. My erect nipples poked blatantly through the thin shirt, pants soaked from the waist down. Covering my face changed nothing.
Well, one thing did change—Jung Taeyang got even harder.
“...If it didn’t hurt, I’d be pounding you right now.”
So casually, he tugged down my pants to check my pussy. I parted my fingers to watch. It was still red and a bit swollen—too rough for fucking yet.
“Ugh...”
But wasn’t this too natural?
“Sebin.”
“Y-yes...?!”
Peeking through my fingers again—and he’d yanked down his pants, unleashing his healthy cock. Right above me.
My body went into heat from his scent alone. The thicker, the worse. And cock smell...
“Heuu...♡”
...Was more than enough to turn me stupid. The second I saw it, my mouth opened wide.
Pussy’s out of commission, so blowjob it is, right? But as I naturally took it in my small mouth, he gave a different order.
“Just hold it. Don’t suck. Wait.”
“H-huh...?”
I’d clamped onto the glans, ready to slurp eagerly—and he tells me no sucking? But I can’t disobey...
“...H-how long...?”
“Until I say to suck.”
Wait, how’d I even understand that? I barely did myself. Anyway, not the point. His cock right in front of me—in my mouth—and I couldn’t suck. My head was going crazy.
“No touching yourself either.”
“Eh?”
I’d reached for my nipples to ease the ache, but even that was forbidden. Just stay like this, frozen.
“...”
No, I’m gonna lose my mind... The smell’s so thick, and I can’t do anything...
“Huu, haa, haaa...”
I gazed up at him with pitiful eyes, but he just smiled and petted my head.