Two Beauties
Myomyau and I share a rough kiss.
Noticing my clumsy movements, she lowers her eyes slightly with a smile and rolls her tongue wildly through my mouth as if toying with me.
It is so thorough that “marking” is the only right word for it; she pokes and swirls her tongue over every corner of my mouth, teeth included, pouring out affection.
Soft, pliant sensations bloom everywhere inside. Before I can even gather my wits, my mouth is freely plundered.
The raw, wet sounds of saliva echo through the room.
Barely managing to breathe, I look up into her eyes and find an emotion so fierce that possessiveness itself seems to burn there.
“Haa… haa…”
Our lips finally part, and a single clear strand of saliva announces that the moment is over.
“You’re really clumsy… Don’t tell me that was your first time?”
“······.”
I say nothing.
But the way my cheeks flush scarlet at the question is all the confirmation she needs.
“Wow… is this for real? I’m your first kiss?”
She peels the sweat-damp hair from my forehead, then slowly strokes my stomach, her voice thick with quiet expectation.
“Then… maybe down below is also your first…?”
“…Ah, down below is…”
At my answer, disappointment flickers across her eyes.
“Hmm… so the kiss was your first, but below wasn’t…?”
She regards me for a moment through half-lidded eyes.
“Well, I don’t know the story… but it doesn’t matter.”
She clamps my legs tight and tugs my pants down.
“…R-really, right here?”
“What, you want to go to a motel for real?”
“······.”
Even my underwear is pulled away, and I think everything is finished—when a voice cuts through the heated air like ice.
“Myomyau.”
The hand that had been roughly caressing my stomach freezes. She turns.
“Hmph… Seolgam? What do you want.”
“Myomyau-ssi, what exactly are you doing here?”
“Ah~ we were just playing together. Right?”
Myomyau hastily pulls my clothes back into place, turns, and answers Seol Eun with shameless cheer.
When Seol Eun approaches without a word, Myomyau rises to meet her.
Seol Eun looks down at her with the same cold, appraising gaze she once turned on me. Because of the height difference Myomyau has to look up, yet she glares back without the slightest flinch.
For a long moment their eyes lock, as if each is trying to bore straight through the other. Sparks seem to crackle in the air between them.
“I’ll ask nicely one more time. What were you doing.”
“Hmm… she just looked lonely, so I lightly took her first kiss. But you—do you know her?”
At the words “first kiss,” Seol Eun’s blue eyes tremble; her gaze drops toward me.
I feel as though I have committed some crime against her and look away. Seol Eun immediately masks her fluster, turns from me, and answers Myomyau with deliberate provocation.
“Of course. I know her very well. I’ve already seen the next chapter.”
This time Myomyau’s violet eyes flicker. Her brows draw down into a sulky scowl.
“…So it was you.”
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
Their voices climb higher until they are pressed so close that their chests crush together.
“Well, you’re so short I can barely feel the contact.”
Seol Eun smirks while their breasts remain mashed together.
“…What?”
Myomyau’s chest is large for her frame—only a little smaller than Seol Eun’s—but she is still pushed back by Seol Eun’s tall figure and matching volume.
“Seora over there is about your height, yet even with my chest I could barely press her down.”
“…H-hmph. Leave her out of this.”
Saying so, Myomyau flicks a glance at my chest, then prods Seol Eun’s with a fingertip.
“…Ha, why is it so big…”
Of every fight I have ever witnessed, this is by far the most magnificent—and the most entertaining.
Still, I am truly grateful. Thanks to Seol Eun I have escaped Myomyau; I will not be violated either.
…The aftereffects of my first time with Seol Eun still haven’t faded.
Muscle aches linger through my whole body, as if someone is thrashing me with a club whenever I move. My head, flooded with too much pleasure that day, has felt no desire at all since—not even the urge to touch myself.
Relieved, I hurriedly straighten my clothes and shrug on my coat. Now I only need to sit quietly and wait for the fight to end.
…As long as they are watching each other, neither of them can freely do as she pleases with me.
I settle down, already thinking of hurrying home and falling asleep, and watch the unfinished battle with quiet fascination.
“—That’s why you could only manage a kiss. You know that, right?”
“Conversely, that means you’ve only ever tasted the lower half. Hmph. Because you’re nothing but lust, you never even tried a real kiss—the true meaning of love.”
“Ha. Back then just pressing our chests together left a gap the size of a human head, so I had no choice. Unlike that pitiful chest of yours.”
Seol Eun pokes Myomyau’s chest; it jiggles in answer.
“…What? You keep bringing up chests?”
“Did I strike a nerve?”
…Watching a fire from the far bank really is the most fun.
“H-hmph. So what if yours is big. Like you said, you can’t even kiss properly.”
“…Heh. I can kiss just fine if I change positions.”
“Hmph, so what. I already claimed her upper lips first~”
“It’s hilarious how you talk as if you’ve claimed everything when you haven’t even tasted her lower lips. You don’t know Seora’s weak spots yet, or what incredible face she makes when they’re touched.”
“…Ha, you really… By the way, so her name is Seora.”
“You didn’t even know that? All that talk about love, yet the one blinded by lust is you.”
“…No it’s not…!”
Myomyau seems to be losing ground to Seol Eun’s practiced skill. It makes sense. …Not to brag, but Seol Eun’s mental fortitude has been tempered by my endless sniping.
Myomyau is still smirking; Seol Eun is smiling as if the whole thing is beneath her.
Sensing the quarrel is nearly finished, I pick up my phone and rise.
“…But Seora—what kind of incredible face does she make?”
“Why would I tell you that?”
“I’m curious.”
“What about you? How did it feel when you kissed Seora?”
“…Hard to put into words, but it was good?”
“…Hmm… hard to put into words…”
“Hmm… ···you’re curious too, aren’t you?”
Half-listening to the conversation that is clearly still a fight, I approach them.
“B-both of you, please stop fighting… first let’s leave—”
Just as I start to suggest we stop arguing and leave the karaoke room, I notice the strange shift in their eyes and the flow of their words.
“…You—are you thinking the same thing I am right now?”
“Yeah. Looks like it.”
The air of mutual devouring has vanished; faint smiles now curve both their mouths.
At the same moment I feel something is wrong, eyes filled with dark intent slowly turn toward me.
“······?? B-both of you, why did you stop fighting and…”
“I’ll take the left.”
“I’ll take the right.”
“…H-hey? Wait… what are you—mmph…?!”
Seol Eun’s hand clamps over my mouth.
…W-what the hell.
In an instant the two of them join forces, pin my arms and legs as if binding them, and drag me straight out of the karaoke room.
I thrash and struggle against the sudden assault, but I am helplessly hauled outside and shoved into Seol Eun’s car parked in front of the building.
Seol Eun takes the wheel, then turns to look back at me held fast by Myomyau.
“Hold her tight so she doesn’t get hurt. Understood?”
“W-wait a second… what are you two planning…!”
“Sure~ of course. —Seora, stay still. It’s already too late, you know?♡”
“…W-where are we going…! This… this is kidnapping…!”
“We’re going to your house. Since when does a kidnapper take you home?”
Seol Eun answers with open provocation.
“Come on♡ stop growling and rest on the way♡ don’t waste energy thrashing around~”
And so, unable to speak or move another inch, I am kidnapped… straight to my own house.
I lie pinned between them, unable to move.
Myomyau takes the lower half; Seol Eun takes the upper.
Seol Eun kneels and offers me a lap pillow while Myomyau presses down on my lower body so I cannot escape. She is not crushingly heavy, yet I lack the strength to shove her off.
Myomyau sits facing Seol Eun, gazing down at my face. Seol Eun looks down at me from above as well.
“Uuuuh…”
T-this is… the “human mat” I’ve only ever heard about…
Both of them lean their upper bodies closer. Seol Eun’s full breasts and Myomyau’s nearly matching ones fill my entire field of vision. Seol Eun’s long white hair spills down and brushes my nose. She gently sweeps it aside and tenderly strokes my head.
“Myomyau-ssi, please don’t be too rough. If you are, I’ll stop you.”
“Hmm~ okay, okay.”
I have no idea where to put my eyes. Staring at the two of them, I can only pant, unable to form a single word. My heart refuses to calm, trapped between panic and excitement.
“By the way, our little cat really hit the jackpot, didn’t she? Somehow ending up spoiled rotten between two beauties♡ Hmm?”
Myomyau looks down at me with sultry eyes.
I squeeze my eyes shut and turn my face away, refusing to agree.
“Hmph, acting like you hate it. That red face of yours says you were secretly hoping for something like this, weren’t you?♡”
“…Myomyau, she’s embarrassed.”
“Sorry, sorry—I got excited. But… what am I supposed to do when it really looks that way?”
Seol Eun gently lifts and cradles my head. Her touch is soft. She meets my eyes with a faintly pitying gaze.
“…Seora, it might get a little hard to breathe… okay?”
I nod quietly. She is probably establishing a safety signal—something like “raise your left hand if it becomes too much.”
“······Hang in there.”
“…??”
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