Why Are You Here?
Suddenly, countless sensations enveloped my entire body.
Being grabbed and hit, pinched, and held, my mind was in chaos.
I wanted to tell them not to touch so casually, but the other person was the owner of this body.
There was no way to stop their unhesitating gestures. The thought “This is my body?” and the hand that said “this much is okay” completely blocked and erased what I wanted to say.
I lost my words and just breathed heavily, enduring.
I wonder if I was being too arrogant lately.
Thinking about it, the personality that relied only on strength and acted out even after the body swap is something I deserve to receive, or maybe it’s not because it’s too painful, so my thoughts are many.
“Ugh, ugh… my chest is being pressed, it hurts…”
“I’ll return it.”
“Ai! It’s being pressed.”
“Sigh, so you have to speak appropriately.”
The steel in the bra was a bit crushed. Because of that, my chest was tightly squeezed, and it felt like tears would come out.
As expected, intense movements don’t help the body at all.
If the body had dense muscles, maybe, but all the soft flesh worried about wrinkling.
“Look at how big your breasts are. Sigh.”
“…It’s your breasts.”
“It’s not like it’s yours right now, what are you saying.”
Song Haneul’s figure was seen grabbing her left breast and shaping it.
The sight of barely shaping one breast with both hands made me let out a sigh involuntarily.
I thought my hand was quite big, but if one hand can’t even hold it, how big is it?
Even though I heard the size before, I don’t know the average size since I don’t know how big everyone basically is. I only know that it exceeds the average.
Song Haneul seemed to fix it for a moment, then pulled the breasts up from below as if supporting them.
“Does it feel good?”
“No.”
“If I do this?”
“Don’t touch it.”
The arms spread left and right grabbed the breasts and lifted them up and down slightly.
Touching the breasts didn’t feel particularly special.
Only the feeling of someone touching my body at will was conveyed.
“No, touching it makes it feel soft somehow.”
“…Did you touch yourself alone before?”
“No, I know what it feels like to be touched.”
“Then why?”
“I was curious.”
The words suddenly became long.
I exhaled the breath that had been trembling from a mischievous prank.
“Now that it’s done, get down.”
“I, I have something curious, can I do it?”
“No, can’t.”
“It’s my body, so I’ll check it myself, isn’t that okay? I don’t need your permission for my body.”
“Should I do it after everything is back to normal…?”
Something felt a bit off about the atmosphere.
It was slightly coercive, giving a completely different feeling from just tormenting me.
Feeling a bit of combat, I couldn’t help but feel a bit disgusted. I couldn’t erase the feeling of being obsessed with the body.
“…Ah. Ah.”
Touching something strange, making strange sounds come out repeatedly.
On the side or ribs. Even though I tried to endure the itchy parts, the areas where hands touch are not easy to bear.
I don’t know why, but it was clear that I was sensitive to itchy or burning sides.
Since it hadn’t been a week yet, there were too many unknown parts.
In a situation where I don’t know when I’ll return, facing new parts repeatedly makes it confusing whether to know or not.
“Song Hamin.”
“Ugh?”
“I’m standing.”
“…Eh. Eh!?”
The words that had almost been casually said, I paused for a moment.
I opened my eyes wide, doubting my ears as I heard what I was hearing now.
Sitting on top of me, standing—what does that mean?
I know but want to deny it, and I arbitrarily reality-escape.
“Yo, that’s creepy as hell what kind of nonsense is that.”
My voice was hesitant, I couldn’t help but be flustered.
Sweating profusely, trying desperately to placate, but in Song Haneul’s eyes, there was a sense of certainty.
Up until now, it hadn’t been ordinary, but I thought I was living somewhat normally.
I thought maybe I experienced some incidents because of that.
“I feel like something’s wrong with me too… I know.”
“…I know what you’re saying, but let’s talk separately first. The more this kind of talk, the more you need to calm down, right? Rather, pushing harder in this situation makes the situation worse?”
I don’t know what to say. I think I know, but for now, I don’t.
It seems like she’s been watching yaoi or something lately, so her thoughts are drifting that way.
Originally, where is there a person who gets aroused by seeing their own body? Is it some kind of narcissism?
My confused head desperately gathered clues to find the answer.
“Is that so…?”
It seemed Song Haneul was also confused.
Swallowing saliva, she nodded her head.
She raised her upper body and hesitated for a moment. The eyes that had lost their way and wandered eventually fell to the floor.
The body was a bit warm. The clothes were wrinkled in any way. After pulling the lower part straight, I could finally calm my mind.
The body doesn’t matter, it’s not even mine, so whatever.
Even though Song Haneul kept saying something next to me, it was annoying, but as long as I just endured that, it could flow smoothly.
But just now it was a bit different. Maybe I should say it feels like facing a beast.
Studying vaguely, if it’s the time when the soul just wakes up, the answer is nothing.
I wonder if the male body had such strong libido. I haven’t lived under the control of the lower body before. Except for the military, was there really a painful experience?
The only difference is the body swap, but how can controlling it make such a difference?
“You made strange sounds.”
“What did I…?”
Song Haneul, sitting blankly on the bed, suddenly blamed me.
It was unbelievable, but I asked, but the existence of a self-assertive creature between the legs made my mouth shut.
Why are you acting so naughty all the time.
“Because you keep touching the itchy parts. And where is there a person who doesn’t make sounds when pinching human flesh like that? Look. The place you pinched is here, right? And here too? Look.”
She lifted her top to show the side and chest area.
Honestly, if there was no bra, this side might have been pinched red long ago.
“No words? The places you pinched are already all red. The places that were hit, when I touch them, it hurts, so it looks like bruises. It will probably turn purple later.”
“You did something to deserve it.”
“That has no words. I made it so you couldn’t make sounds, and you made strange sounds, so I have words too.”
Song Haneul seemed to have no words, closing her mouth tightly.
The appearance of a chaotic expression made me feel a bit solemn too.
“Yo, the body swap, it will return someday.”
“Fuck… I’m not doing this because I want to. I keep thinking about these things like a crazy person…”
My head started throbbing, I grabbed my head and made groaning sounds.
Except watching from the side, there was nothing I could do right away.
“I know, it’s originally my body, right? Originally, if I just hit my sister like that, it wouldn’t matter, but the reaction is coming because you accumulated it. I’m not used to these sensations either.”
“Ah, crazy. It’s weird talking about this with you too.”
“You were the one who dragged me into this in the first place. I don’t want to either.”
“…Bad guy. It seems like only I’m suffering.”
What guy?
I felt like getting angry for a moment, but it wasn’t the time.
“After a few more days, I’ll get used to it somehow. People say humans are animals of adaptation.”
“Drink some alcohol today too. I don’t know when and how I’ll return. I’ll order pizza for you.”
“…Pizza doesn’t seem to be the problem.”
“Then is alcohol the problem?”
“Alcohol also honestly…”
Even though the body changed that day, it’s a bit hard to say it’s because of that.
Just soju and pizza sold in the market. It’s just that, but how can they suddenly meet and cause strange synergy.
Maybe if I ate something else then, it wouldn’t have been like this.
Maybe just think of it as a disaster that came at some point, it might be easier on the mind.
“Just eat. Today it’s chaotic.”
I nodded my head before the fuck sound comes out again.
“Alcohol addict.”
When evening came, I stared at Song Haneul and had no choice but to say something.
The intoxication would be mine, not Song Haneul’s, but thinking about the owner of that body, I couldn’t help but feel upset.
“Why, what. It was just half a glass back then.”
“You kept telling me to drink more before. Now you’re giving me just half a glass?”
“Well, I can’t drink more. Before, I passed out after drinking a lot.”
I closed my mouth tightly at Song Haneul’s words.
The memory of waking up the next day with bleeding after the film cut and passing out made my expression frown involuntarily.
Even though I wanted to like it, I couldn’t like the experience that made my nose tingle.
It’s definitely just alcohol, but why do I have to pass out?
“…Yo, Song Hamin.”
“Why?”
“No.”
“Eh.”
To erase the memories of the day too, I gulped down the alcohol in the cup.
Since it’s definitely alcohol, I don’t need to drink in small glasses, so I drank it down.
With sweet fruit flavor in my mouth, I took a bite of the appetizing pizza in front of me.
It was good for the intoxication, but to fill the stomach with something so I don’t pass out immediately.
It had taste. The problem was that my small stomach couldn’t eat much.
It was awkward because even a little made my stomach full and uncomfortable.
Eat appropriately and stop.
“Next time, shall I do beer?”
“Don’t you know that anything with alcohol is fine?”
“No, since it won’t change anyway, hitting soju every day is a bit much. Rather, I think it’s not because of that that’s strong.”
A chuckle came out at Song Haneul’s words.
“You always looked for sweet things, now you want to try bitter too?”
The person who didn’t drink beer because it tasted bad, what wind blew to make them try it.
“It’s okay to try it once.”
“Whether you do or not.”
I answered nonchalantly, then picked up another slice of pizza.
So another day passed.
“—Ugh.”
Throbbing head. Maybe I drank one more yesterday, the body doesn’t listen.
A painful groan came out from the creaky body.
Maybe because of the alcohol, the body was warmer, the clothes were disheveled, and the whole body was sweaty, a bit sticky.
While groaning, I raised my head, and I doubted my eyes.
“Yo, why are you here…?”
Next to me, Song Haneul sleeping.