Apocrypha: The Great Question (Part I)

“Mm... chu, haaah......”

“Hitomi... hff.”

Not a thread on either of them. The two women held one another lightly and went on kissing, eyes softly shut, tongues mingling as if each meant to savor the other, drawing in one another’s breath.

“Pwah... nnh, haaup...”

“......♥”

The kiss ran past a full minute. They would draw apart just long enough to pull in a breath, and then they were on each other again, fiercer than the moment before.

At last Ninomae Hitomi opened her eyes. Damp-gazed, she looked at the lovely lover before her, and even as their tongues stayed tangled she stroked Seoyeon’s back, slow and gentle. The hand drifted along her side, down to the waist... and then, carefully, came to rest against Han Seoyeon’s chest.

“......slrp.”

“Haa... Shion, Shion......♥”

Hand laid over the breast, she watched Seoyeon’s reaction with a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠melting look. Startled by the sudden touch, Han Seoyeon’s movements went a little stiff — but she did not refuse outright. She was nowhere near Hitomi’s own proportions, and yet she had volume of her own, and Hitomi began, cautiously, to knead it. They went on that way for a while, and Seoyeon seemed to settle; her responses turned soft. Even as she registered the ticklish pleasure, she kept her focus on the kiss.

“...Shion.”

The kiss broke again, briefly. Between lips glossed slick with both their saliva, Hitomi let her voice slip out — breath high, with a faintly wanton edge to it.

“Do me, too.”

There was no need to think about what, exactly, that meant. Han Seoyeon set a careful hand on Hitomi’s breast and closed it around the shape as if to undo it.

Soft. ♥

“......!”

And at once her eyes went wide.

“What? Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s just... even more than I imagined. How do I put it. So much more......”

Soft, and softer still. As if bewitched by the feel of it, Han Seoyeon started to knead Hitomi’s breasts with a slightly entranced look, and the full swell of them crushed under the pressure and spilled out between her fingers.

“...Heh♥”

It landed harder than any clumsy shower of praise could have. Hitomi’s mood lifted for no good reason at all, and a little snort of laughter escaped her.

“You’ve still got the other hand, don’t you?”

With that she caught Seoyeon’s wandering left and drew it to her own chest. Both breasts taken, Hitomi wore a faintly sulky, sensual smile.

“You said you didn’t dare do a thing like this, and now look at you. Completely gone, Shion.”

“......Mm.”

Ninomae said it as she set both hands on Seoyeon’s chest again, and Seoyeon shut her mouth as if there were simply no excuse she could offer. Hitomi had no intention of pressing the point. Better to spend that mouth taking a little more of each other. So she lifted her face once more and brought it close, and since there was no mistaking what that meant by now, Han Seoyeon met her.

They caressed each other’s breasts and mixed their saliva together. A little of it overflowed, ran the line of a jaw, and fell in a drop or two onto a chest. A flush of heat began to spread through the bathroom. The tub had already been drawn hot, the air warm to begin with, and now heat was rising off both their bodies until it edged past warm into something faintly stifling.

“Nnh...♥”

In the middle of the kiss, Han Seoyeon’s fingers — kneading as if in a trance — brushed Hitomi’s nipple. Mid-motion they pressed across the bud, lightly, as if to crush it, and moved on. Ninomae Hitomi hunched her shoulders and pulled her lips away, and at that reaction Han Seoyeon took her hands off without thinking.

“Ah... I apologize.”

“No. It’s all right. ......No — do more.”

“Mm. Pardon?”

Hitomi looked up at her with moist eyes and said it, and for an instant Han Seoyeon’s face went blank with confusion. They were already in the middle of that sort of thing, so there was nothing strange about it — if anything, it was only natural. Even so, Seoyeon found herself hesitating, for reasons she couldn’t quite name.

“...Nnh!”

While she wavered, Hitomi’s eyes tipped up, sharp, and then she was the one who caught Seoyeon’s nipple. She pinched it lightly between thumb and forefinger and began to roll it between them, small and careful, the way one rolls a bean. At the crawling shiver of it Seoyeon bit her lip and looked at Ninomae. Their eyes met, and Hitomi’s composure did not so much as flicker.

“Heh... so even you make a face this cute, Shion.”

Far from backing down, she went so far ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as to smile with her eyes — sensual, and openly provocative. Aha. So that was how she meant to play it. Seeing the look, Han Seoyeon smiled a little herself. She knew a provocation when she met one, and this time she decided to answer it. Her hand closed around Hitomi’s breast again.

“Nnh... ha... nnh.”

She kneaded as if squeezing, and yet softly enough that it could never hurt. Nor did she stop there. With her index finger she tickled the flushed nipple, light and slow — pressed it, rolled it in little trembling circles, and sometimes traced the areola, a touch larger than most in keeping with the breast itself, round and round, drawing it out.

“Haaahn♥ Hiit...♥”

Teased until it was painfully sensitive, the nipple was suddenly grazed with the edge of a nail, and Hitomi couldn’t hold. Her back arched, and a moan broke out of her.

“Nnh! Nnnnh! Kuhh♥ Haaahk...”

But arching like that only thrust her chest farther forward. The fingers resting on Seoyeon’s breast trembled, and told her exactly what state their owner was in.

“You yourself are rather sensitive, are you not, Hitomi... nnh. The old saying, that a larger breast is that much duller — that one would appear, after all, to have been mistaken.”

The lead had been taken from her completely. Hitomi was trying to answer in kind, but pleasure made her hands twitch of their own accord; they would not move with any snap.

“Ah♥ Ah-ah♥ Wait, wait a secooond... hik! This is — something’s wrong♥ It feels straange...♥”

“Hitomi... I love you... mmph.”

“Stop, sto— hauup♥”

Part of her resented her own sensitive body even as she begged, for the moment, for mercy. There was no chance Han Seoyeon would stop now. Hitomi herself had stirred the desire Seoyeon had been so carefully holding back, and drawn her in; Hitomi herself had asked to have her nipples played with. Her mouth was stopped by Seoyeon’s lips again, even her breathing partly taken from her, and still she tried to come up with some kind of countermeasure.

“Hmm...?”

A frontal contest, she decided, was to her disadvantage. The solution she produced was to forfeit the match — or rather, to change the event. Her left hand went on caressing Han Seoyeon’s breast, while her right traveled down and settled on her backside. At the feel of it Han Seoyeon opened her eyes a fraction and looked at Hitomi, but she was not especially flustered; the slick, grown-up kiss went on. The fingers stroking her rear slipped, carefully, toward the inside of her thigh.

“......”

Even she could not let this pass with no reaction at all. Han Seoyeon’s body twitched. The tongue that had been tangling wildly inside Hitomi’s mouth stopped for an instant.

“Hnn♥ smooch♥ slrp... pwah, hnnn♥”

Hitomi did not miss the opening. She pressed the attack harder, pushing her tongue in past Han Seoyeon’s lips, and the hand that had been lightly tickling the inside of her thigh pushed farther in.

“Nnh...!”

At last her fingers touched a cleft already damp with moisture. From that alone she could be certain it was nothing so innocent as tap water from the shower. She set her fingers and drew them along the cleft from behind, swept up until they brushed the hair there — just a little coarse — and then went slowly back down the way they had come.

“Ah, nngh... nnh♥ Hitomii...”

Hitomi abandoned the breast entirely and wrapped an arm around the waist that was trying to draw away. She was hardly going to let her escape like this. Seoyeon flushed and shot her a small glare. Touched where she was most sensitive, a look like that was anything but frightening. It only delivered a crawling thrill.

“Nnh♥ Haah...! You can touch me too, can’t you, Shion? ...Aahn♥”

Hitomi forced the pleasure-melted muscles of her face into a smile. The provocation was, at least in part, deliberate. Both of Seoyeon’s hands were occupied with her chest; there was no way to reach any lower as well without freeing at least one of them.

Better this than my chest. At least I’m used to it there...!

That was the calculation underneath. She had decided the reason she was being driven so hard was, in large part, that her nipples were unfamiliar ground. Down there, by contrast, she used when she touched herself, so it ought to be more manageable. Steer things in that direction, and perhaps she could catch her breath. That was the hope.

Which is to say.

“Nh.”

“Hyaaaah?!”

—Han Seoyeon gathered Hitomi’s breasts in toward the center and took the peak of one into her mouth. It was, entirely, outside anything she had expected.

“Hik♥ Haahk♥ Wai— hek♥ Shion...♥ Haaahk!”

Lips worked the nipple, pressing it, mumbling over it, while her tongue licked in quick little flicks. At the pleasure Hitomi threw her head back and cried out. Struggling like that was never going to make Han Seoyeon let her go. If anything, the arm that had just gotten its freedom wrapped hard around Hitomi’s waist.

“Hnnnnnh♥”

And Han Seoyeon, like most people, had two hands. The empty one went down and began to stroke Hitomi’s sex. A finger slipped a little ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠way into the cleft and squirmed there, and with a wet sound a heated moan spilled from Hitomi’s throat.

“Slrp... sluurrp......”

“Hik, stop... haaahk!”

Hitomi rebuked her — what was she, an infant, doing a thing like that? — but there was no chance, at this point, of being told to stop and actually stopping.

Squelch. Squelch. ♥

“Nnh! Hnnh! Kuhhhh♥”

Ah, I can’t, I really can’t anymore...

Not only her chest. The fingers sunk inside her drove her on without a pause, and with a prickling, uncanny sensation her waist began to tremble. Her breathing grew shorter and shorter. A light dizziness rushed in, as if her vision and her awareness were climbing up over her head. The sign of climax. It was the first time she was meeting it at someone else’s hands, but that much she could grasp with perfect clarity — and she did not appear to be the only one who had noticed. The fingers pushed deeper, adding a shivering stimulation.

“Hk, wait... Shion, I... nnh♥”

With arms that shook, Hitomi stimulated Seoyeon’s sex in return and met her eyes. She knew perfectly well that asking her to stop would not make her stop. Even so, she opened her mouth.

“I — I’m really, nnh♥ I’m going to come... hik, hnnn... but, ah, with you... nnh♥ I want to come with you, Shion......”

That was all she wanted. Eyes just barely bright with tears, Hitomi looked up at Seoyeon and begged, and Han Seoyeon stared at her, blank.

What is this? How is a person allowed to be this cute? Some new kind of fascination sorcery?

A heavy thump — and a moment later Seoyeon was conscious of her own heartbeat. Naturally, the caress paused as well. In a sense, what Hitomi had asked for had come to pass... and yet, for reasons she couldn’t name, unease stirred in her.

“Um... Shion? Your eyes just got kind of scary all of a sudden— kuhhhhhh?! Hiyaaah♥♥”

Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch. ♥♥

And the fingers Seoyeon had inside her began to thrash even more violently, as if to make up for the brief pause. Not only the index but the middle as well, driving deeper than before, scraping and stirring the sensitive places within. Thick, sticky slick welled and spilled in time with the digging, and at the entrance a shallow froth even began to form.

“Hiiik♥ Hk♥ Aaaaaah♥♥ Haaaaahk♥”

And then — Hitomi’s hips jerked hard forward. With that violent movement Han Seoyeon’s fingers slipped back out. The world in front of her went white. Her whole body swayed in a vision that blinked like a light, and Han Seoyeon caught her as if to embrace her, and held her up.

“Haahk... hek...♥ Nnnnh...!”

Held in Seoyeon’s arms, Hitomi twitched and spasmed. She panted as if she had just run a dead sprint, thighs drenched in the fluid that had spilled over them — an indecent sight. Then, soon enough, she looked at Han Seoyeon’s face and shot her a sharp glare.

“Uuu... I said I wanted to come together......”

Said in a gaze and a voice melted down by pleasure, the complaint had no hope of landing properly. Finding even that cute, Han Seoyeon let out a breath of a laugh.

“Would it not ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠be your fault, Hitomi, for making it impossible for me to endure?”

“Eeh! You’re really going to be that way?! ...This is punishment!”

“Hnnn... ah♥”

She probably hadn’t meant it to sound that way, but the tone carried a faint edge of mockery. Hitomi flared. She whipped her spent limbs back into service and threw herself at Seoyeon again, and this time Seoyeon neither resisted nor answered. She simply gave her body over.

Hitomi’s fingers pushed inside. With the other hand she caressed a breast as if tickling it, and on the breast left empty she latched with her mouth, the way Seoyeon had done a moment ago. They went on like that for a little while, and then the arm wrapped around Hitomi’s waist tightened hard. Seoyeon’s body — her lip caught lightly between her teeth — went rigid, and before long the strength left it, and she went slack.

“Haa......”

It was not difficult to tell that she had come, if lightly. From her slightly parted lips a flushed sigh slipped out, soaked in the afterglow. Hitomi looked at that face, and kissed her again, briefly.

“That expression just now is incredibly attractive.”

“...Thank you for the compliment.”

At the words that followed, Seoyeon carefully turned her gaze aside. Being praised for the face she made when she came was, even for her, deeply embarrassing. It seemed so, at any rate.

“Oh, right. We’ve been clinging for too long...... Get in the tub, quickly. If you cool off and catch a cold, that’ll be a real problem.”

The thought struck her, and she said it. Seoyeon was the one who had washed before the bath, and of course that body was soaked through. But Han Seoyeon only smiled faintly at the words, and what she did was draw Hitomi’s waist gently into her arms.

“You should get in with me, Hitomi.”

“Ah, I haven’t washed yet...”

“It is all right. There is no place on you that is unclean, Hitomi.”

“What are you even saying?!”

Hitomi looked bewildered, but Han Seoyeon looked straight into her eyes and asked again.

“I wish to get in with you. ...Would that not be allowed?”

A look that seemed strangely frail. Eyes like the ones she had worn a little earlier, when she pushed Hitomi away insisting she had no right to something like this.

“Nnh, if you’re going to put it like that, I don’t have a choice......”

Whether seeing it softened her for no good reason, or whether she simply could not refuse a request from her lover — Ninomae nodded in the end.

“Still, the feeling of it is a bit much, so before I get in, at least purifying myself...”

“...Wow. You know you look desperate enough to make a very short list right now, don’t you?”

Hitomi sent her an incredulous look — Seoyeon, rattling off the prayer of purification at speed, without a shred of hesitation......

...Well. The one who falls for it is the one who loses. Hitomi let out a small sigh and followed her into the tub. It might have been a little narrow for two adults, but she settled into a seat somehow, as if nestling into Seoyeon’s arms.

“Huaah...”

Hot water wrapping her whole body. At the clean, easing feel of it, Hitomi let a languid voice slip out.

Neither of them spoke.

The quiet stretched.

“...You really do love breasts, don’t you, Shion.”

“Ahem......”

At Han Seoyeon’s hands, which had started squishing her chest all over again, Hitomi turned her head and met her eyes. Seoyeon cleared her throat, sheepish... and even so, she did not take her hands away.

“I apologize.”

“No, there’s nothing to apologize for. ...Look this way.”

And with her head still turned, Hitomi kissed her again. Not an adult kiss that mixed tongues, but a short, tender contact, closer to a mark of affection. In the middle of it Han Seoyeon’s hand drifted, unconsciously, farther down...

and with a light tap, Hitomi caught her by the wrist and stopped her.

“Not now. If we’re going to do it properly, please hold on just a little.”

Not that she meant to forbid touch entirely — she did bring that hand back up to her own chest.

“It ended up like this somehow, but for what comes next, I want to do it in the bedroom. Set the mood a little, in my own way... you understand, right?”

“Well... if that is what you say, Hitomi.”

The regret all but dripped from her voice. Even so, Han Seoyeon accepted it for now.

“...Honestly, Shion.”

She went on squishing as if she still wanted the warmth of a person, and buried her face against Hitomi’s nape. Hitomi, for her part, did not go so far as to stop that. They enjoyed the soak for a while, and then the two of them left the bathroom, toweled themselves dry, and picked up the clothes they had left in the changing room.

“...Huh?”

And Han Seoyeon opened her eyes round, as if she had suddenly found something.

“Hitomi, is this perhaps...?”

“Ah. Well. Yes. It is.”

Hitomi confirmed what she was pointing at and flushed, but she did not deny it. She nodded.

What lay there was a black bra. Unlike the ones Hitomi usually wore, though, it was trimmed with lace and the like. The material, too. In short, it was the sort of undergarment for which the word lingerie existed.

“...You could call it a winning set. Yes. To be honest, I prepared it for today, so......”

Having explained it herself, shyly, Hitomi ended up looking away. Even calling it a winning set, it wasn’t as if the thing was especially revealing... but she remembered a conversation she had had with Hyakurenno Yuri, not long ago.

At the time she had simply let it pass. Put another way, though, that bra was evidence she had been carrying a plan to do something indecent through the whole of today’s date. Looking back on it, there was no way it wasn’t mortifying beyond belief.

“Uh... hold on. Shion...? Why are you suddenly grabbing my wrist...”

“So you have been harboring such impudent thoughts all day long. Even while walking hand in hand with me? I do not believe an indecent Hitomi such as this can be allowed to go unpunished.”

“No, wait a second?! Let go, let me go?! I mean, the rest of earlier — once we get to the bedroom— anh♥”