The Cruel Resemblance
No. Her hand gripped my jaw roughly. Before I even had time to be startled, her hot lips crashed against mine. This was a rough, one-sided kiss, devoid of the gentle warmth I was used to from Soyoung.
“Ngh, mph!”
My mouth forced open under a grip that felt like it would shatter my jaw. Her wet tongue, having found the opening, crawled into my mouth. She didn’t even give me a moment to breathe, sloshing her tongue against mine in a wet, rhythmic dance.
Slurp, smacking, squelch.
I tried to push her away, suffocating, but my hands—limp and sluggish from the alcohol—could only scratch uselessly at the back of her hands.
Her hot tongue swept over my sensitive palate and licked stickily along my teeth. My lips were a mess of saliva, dirty and obscene.
Since we started dating, we had never kissed like this—as if she were trying to devour me whole.
“Ngh! Ah, So… young…!”
Gasps for air leaked between our locked lips. The pressure of being unable to breathe, and at the same time, the electric pleasure surging up my spine. Tears welled up at the corners of my eyes.
Pop, slurp.
Her lips pulled away.
A thread of clear saliva stretched between us before snapping. My breath, which had been held tight, rushed out in a ragged heave, my chest rising and falling violently. On the back of her white hand, which I had been scratching, were red, linear marks from my fingernails. When I met her piercing, vivid purple eyes, my shoulders instinctively shrank back.
“Haa, haa… are you… really that angry?”
Shrinking away, I cautiously grabbed the wrist of the hand that held my jaw. I pressed my cheek against the back of her hand, rubbing it back and forth. Her skin was warm. It was an instinctive, childish plea, born of the fear that she might treat me roughly again.
“From now on, I really… I won’t drink until I’m blacked out. Okay?”
At my plea, she irritably swept her bangs back. Then, twisting her lips into a bitter smirk, she snatched my wrist.
I was dragged toward the bed, stumbling with every step. I wobbled, but she didn’t care.
Thump.
My body was thrown onto the mattress. Everything felt surreal, her behavior so unlike her usual self. Terrified, I tried to scoot backward, bunching up the sheets, but only succeeded in having my dress hem hiked up over my thighs.
“Why, why are you doing this… I already apologized.”
She threw off her outer coat and climbed onto the bed. She reached out to me, as I awkwardly tried to prop myself up, and stripped my dress off in one swift motion.
Before I could even resist, I was left in nothing but my underwear. Startled by the cool air hitting my bare skin, I reflexively crossed my arms to cover my chest.
“Take your hands off, Suhyun. Why are you covering those big breasts?”
“…B-breasts?”
My eyes, hazy from alcohol, widened. It was a crude word that would never have left the lips of the always-kind Soyoung.
But my alcohol-soaked brain gave up on thinking deeply. She must just be really angry, I stupidly compromised, slowly lowering my hands. It wasn’t like I couldn’t listen to her; she was someone who had already seen everything.
Not missing the opening, her hand dove behind my back and unhooked my bra in a single click.
Snap.
My round breasts, previously pressed flat, bounced out. She grabbed them. Ah, it hurts. She ignored my small scream, squeezing and releasing them repeatedly. The areas she gripped stung with a hot, throbbing pain.
“Your nipples aren’t even hard yet.”
As soon as she looked down, she buried her face deep into my cleavage. The force of her beast-like lunge pinned my back into the mattress. She trapped my pelvis between her knees and began breathing hot, heavy breaths over my sensitized skin.
“Hah! Ngh, Soyoung…! Ahhh!”
She sucked one nipple into her mouth as if to devour it, licking it stickily with her tongue. She rolled the other one gently between her fingers.
She bit down slightly on my erect nipple with her teeth. My vision flashed white, and my waist buckled. I had no choice but to curl my knees and kick at the air, overwhelmed by the dizzying electric current striking my spine.
Slurp, smacking, squelch.
She rolled my swollen areola with the tip of her wet tongue, then licked the stiffly protruding nipple with a lingering, sticky intensity. Every single papilla on her tongue sent waves of pleasure through me.
“Haa, ngh! Hng. Ah!”
Unable to hold back the moan, my knuckles turned white as I gripped the sheets.
Every time her lips brushed past, the tips of my breasts glistened with sticky saliva. The relentless stimulation made my nipples swell red, as if they were raw. It was a strange sensation, where stinging pain and maddening pleasure were intertwined.
My knees, drained of all strength, buckled on their own, my feet scuffing the bedsheets.
“You’re enjoying this so much. Does it feel that good, Suhyun?”
“Hng! Ah, ngh…! G-good… haa….”
She whispered, pinching my swollen nipple between two fingers and twisting it hard.
My body, pickled in alcohol and pleasure, would not obey my will. I surrendered my body, which had gone limp and languid, and slowly closed my eyes, drowning in the sensation.
My body felt heavy, like a waterlogged sponge, and my eyelids were so leaden I could barely lift them.
When I finally managed to open my eyes, my blurry vision gradually cleared, revealing the dim landscape of my room.
“Awake? Are you finally coming to your senses?”
I looked down and saw her.
Her. Kim Soyoung.
No. Kim Dayoung.
Fragments of memory began to click into place from the back of my mind. Getting into the passenger seat, closing my eyes, stumbling as I got out of the car. And the unfamiliar scent of Kim Dayoung’s perfume.
And that scent was here, right now.
“I was waiting because you fell asleep while I was supposed to be drilling you.”
“Ah…”
“Looking at your eyes, you’re still not all there.”
What is this…?
Unable to believe the reality, I propped my upper body up at an angle, staring at her with my mouth slightly agape.
She was smoking a cigarette by the small window, exhaling a cloud of smoke. She spat into a paper cup, took one last long drag, stubbed it out in the cup, and approached me. I stared intently at her face, which looked exactly like Kim Soyoung’s.
“Why are you glaring? I’m not at fault. You admitted it yourself that you were the one who seduced me.”
“G-go away!”
My jaw dropped. In this surreal situation, I covered my mouth with one hand and tried to pull the blanket up to cover myself. I would have succeeded, too, if not for her interference. “It’s just starting, so why cover up? It was hard waiting for you.”
She threw the blanket aside and pushed me back down. I recoiled in shock and tried to push myself up using the bed, but my hands wouldn’t move, as if they were glued to the surface.
A purple, mist-like substance shimmered between my wrists and the bed. Ah, it’s magic. I twisted my body this way and that. It wouldn’t budge. This was the difference between a lower tier and an upper tier.
“But why is there no hair? Did you shave it, or does it just not grow?”
“S-stop! Don’t look! Why are you doing this!”
She said this while looking between my legs. I didn’t know when she had taken off my panties, but the area below felt empty and cold. When I tried to close my legs in protest, she forcibly spread them and slapped my labia with her palm.
“Ah! A-ah, it hurts. Don’t do that, really.”
“Why? You were the one calling Soyoung’s name and asking for it.”
“It was a mistake, I don’t like it, so please, just stop….”
“Ha, do I have to do it when you say so, and stop when you tell me to? What am I supposed to do when I’m so incredibly horny? Just spread your legs properly.”
After saying that, she rubbed the labia between my spread legs with her fingers. Every time I tried to bring my legs together due to the unwanted stimulation, she slapped the inside of my thighs with her palm.
“Ack! I hate this… hng.”
When I crossed my legs to resist, she slapped my labia again, making a loud sound. The stinging pain made my hair stand on end. My spread thighs instinctively pulled together.
“Ah! It hurts!”
“Spread them properly before I hit you again.”
At her cold words, I spread my legs of my own volition. Overcome with humiliation, tears streamed down my temples.
She sat right in the middle of my spread legs, pressing down on the fleshy folds and fiddling with the red, exposed flesh inside the hole. Soon, she poked the protruding red clitoris.
“Don’t… hng! Ah!”
“You’re wet. You’re leaking even while getting hit.”
As she rubbed my clitoris and touched the folds, the electric pleasure ringing through my crotch made me moan involuntarily.
She didn’t stop; she continued to rub my clitoris with her hand. Ahn! Hng! I curled my toes, and my feet turned pale from the tension.
Feeling like something was about to spill out from inside me, I rocked my body from side to side. My firmly erect nipples felt ticklish as they brushed against the air.
Under Kim Dayoung’s persistent touch, my clitoris shed its hood and swelled red. Every time her fingers brushed, pinched, or pulled at it, my vision flashed, and my waist arched upward.
“Hng! S-stop, please. Haa! Ah!”
When she pinched my clitoris between her fingers and twisted it, the pain and pleasure piercing through my head made me feel like my soul had left my body and returned. My hole gushed out nectar, becoming thoroughly soaked.
“Wow, your pussy is so wet.”
She used her knees to pin my groin so I couldn’t move. As my legs spread, my hole gaped open as if begging to be filled. Unable to watch such a disgraceful sight, I turned my head and closed my eyes.
“Ah… please, hng…”
“Open your eyes. Just think of it as Kim Soyoung, right? Think of it as Soyoung’s fingers.”
She bent her middle and ring fingers and gently rubbed around my entrance. Squish, squelch. The lewd sounds filled the room.
I hate this. Stop it. What I couldn’t bear was that even amidst the stinging pain of being probed, pleasure was blooming.
As I twisted my body from the ticklish sensation, she shoved her fingers inside with a sudden thrust. The feeling of being penetrated all the way to my lower abdomen made me gasp for air. My head snapped back, exposing my white throat.
“Soyoung must have fucked your pussy really hard, too, right?”
“Ah, Soyoung-unnie… don’t, don’t say that. Hng!”
I spat out a denial at her insults toward Kim Soyoung, but Dayoung only twisted her lips into a lewd smirk and moved her fingers inside my wet interior.
The glistening red flesh clung to her fingers, sucking them in as if begging them not to leave.
Every time she touched the peak of my loosened interior, unwanted, lewd moans escaped me, and saliva dripped from the corner of my mouth down my chin.
My heart was pounding violently, like a drum.