I Don't Really Know Either
The bathtub was fairly large. Even when I bathed alone there was room to spare.
If a grown man thought that, it said everything.
"Remember how we used to climb in together back then? Right?"
Song Haneul was reminiscing about the old days.
It was a memory from more than twenty years ago, so it had gone hazy.
A bathtub is supposed to feel cramped with two people in it. And that was for two little kids, not a full-grown man and woman. Household tubs were never built for two or three people to begin with.
"How long ago was that…"
Sitting astride Song Haneul like he was a mat, I scowled at the discomfort.
My body had no strength left; all I could do was twist my waist, and every time I did, the thick thing buried inside me scraped and ground against my walls.
I couldn't run. I couldn't fight back.
In this humiliating position I just had to endure until Song Haneul was satisfied.
I no longer had the strength to hold it in, and a moan slipped free.
"Hnn…"
"Feel good?"
"Who the hell washes like this…"
Whether it was the thick steam or something else, my head was spinning.
A low buzzing filled my ears; I gripped both sides of the tub and tried to hang on.
Leaning back had stopped being an option long ago because of Song Haneul. Even if it was my own original body, resting against a man's frame still made my skin crawl.
He wasn't really thrusting or gripping my hips and shaking me. Just the single sensation of something forcing its way deep and filling me completely was enough to monopolize every nerve.
My body was already hot, and the water I was soaking in was hot too.
Breath kept catching in my throat; without thinking I flailed a hand through the water.
"What's wrong?"
"Cold water."
"Ah—here."
Even a little cold water helped clear my head. Staying submerged so long that I didn't have to notice the weight of my chest was nice, but the urge to get out soon was inevitable.
"I want to get out."
"You're not recovered yet."
"That's your problem."
"Even if you try now, I don't think you can walk…"
Song Haneul peeked his head around the side of my neck. The closeness of his face was bad enough, but the way he pressed his whole body against me to do it sent a shiver of revulsion through me.
"Could you back off a little?"
We had already slammed into each other several times, but pressing close like this was something else entirely.
I recoiled and tipped my head forward. Liquid—sweat or bathwater, I couldn't tell—slid down my cheek. Panting, I stared at the rippling surface.
My hair was already soaked through.
To leave I would have to do everything anyway—shampoo, conditioner, rinse, dry. An hour would vanish just like that.
Just thinking about it exhausted me already.
"What, I'll wash you."
"Haa… fine, whatever."
I was too tired to care anymore. I wanted to drop everything.
The only flaw was that I couldn't throw away the sensations themselves.
"Ghk—"
Whoosh—!
Song Haneul stood up, water cascading off him. And he was still buried inside me.
Overwhelmed by the sensation, I tried to rise with him. My legs had no strength, and the two of us together made the already snug tub even more precarious; we staggered.
"Hey, hey. Stay still."
"You just stood up without a word…! Hnngh!"
I grabbed the rim of the tub and gasped for air.
Head bowed, I let out a moan. I hadn't moved much, so he hadn't slipped free. With him glued to my back and moving, there was nowhere for him to go anyway.
Persistent bastard.
The saddest part was that I didn't even have the energy left to snarl.
I tried to stay still for a moment and conserve what little stamina I had. Even so, the cock still lodged in my lower body kept every muscle in my body on edge. Maybe I wouldn't run out of strength after all.
"Ready?"
"Wha…?"
Before the dazed sound finished leaving my mouth I was shoved forward.
With only my feet still in the half-empty tub, water splashing, he drove into me.
I was pushed toward the edge but never quite out of it.
My heavy, waterlogged breasts made my whole body rock and surge like waves. Song Haneul seemed to know exactly how that felt; he matched the rhythm and rolled his hips.
"Hnn, nngh! Ugh…! Ah!"
Slap, slap! Wet skin made thick, sticky sounds as it met.
Moans mixed into the slick friction.
I bit my lip, then finally ground my molars together.
"Holy shit. I didn't think this would work, but damn."
Even while fucking his own original body, Song Haneul kept letting out sounds of pure admiration.
If I'd known he was born a beast like this I would have lived more carefully from the start.
No—there was no way to know he had that kind of nature when he was still a girl.
Who could have predicted that one day the bodies would switch and he'd grow a cock and start running wild?
My joints creaked and protested.
He had a firm grip on my waist and hips; my will didn't enter into it. Not that I had any thought of resisting or fighting back. I didn't have the strength, so all I could do was focus on enduring the relentless pounding.
Strength drained from my arms little by little.
Not knowing how much longer I would have to stay impaled, I moaned.
I trembled, then gradually collapsed forward as if folding in half.
Hands reached out and caught me. The more my upper body tipped, the higher my lower body lifted. My knees knocked together with a dull thud and hurt.
"Hiihk, ah, ah—ow. Ugh."
I barely had any muscle to begin with and I wasn't flexible either; a cramp felt imminent. I frowned and kept moaning, and that only made him more intense.
Slap-slap! Slap-slap-slap!
My insides rang. Even in the moments he pulled back the foreign presence remained, so it felt like he was still buried deep the entire time. In the haze where my mind was flickering in and out, the pace climbed higher and higher.
As if he had no intention of giving me a single second to stay sane.
"Ghk, hah, nngh, nnngh, ah, ahn. Ahn…"
Moans burst from deep in my throat, from somewhere even deeper.
The sounds I had tried to hold back out of shame were now impossible to stop.
As if answering them, he seemed to swell even larger inside me.
"Kh…!"
He grabbed my breasts outright, squeezing hard. Holding my upper body, he yanked me back.
Embracing me as if he meant to crush my womb, Song Haneul shuddered through his lower half.
I felt him swell inside, then the sensation faded.
I could tell his cock had released something.
Strength left my arms and I melted downward. Song Haneul lowered me carefully.
While I rested draped over the edge of the tub, something hot dropped onto my shoulder.
I moaned at the sight of the condom still holding the semen that had been churning inside me moments earlier.
I didn't even have the energy to react; I just stared at it with narrowed eyes.
"Haa, sss, huu…"
Song Haneul seemed pretty spent himself; he sat on the rim of the tub with a heavy splash.
Then, just like before, he pulled me close again.
"I… can't… anymore…"
As a last desperate appeal I made it clear I was truly finished, and Song Haneul seemed to understand; he didn't push back in the way he had earlier. Thankfully I could rest a little more comfortably than before.
The only truly awful part was the hot, fully hard length still pressing against my back.
"Your stamina's absolute garbage. We need to get you exercising."
"……."
Exercise… for sex?
I was so incredulous I wanted to glare at him, but I didn't turn my head.
I simply kept my mouth shut and ignored him. It seemed like the most efficient approach.
"Let's wash up and get out."
"Yeah."
"But doesn't it feel kind of refreshing once you actually do it?"
"I don't know."
My crotch was still buzzing. The foreign sensation lingered as if it still remembered something large sliding in and out.
My fingers twitched, wavering in indecision, then I remembered Song Haneul was right there and clenched them into a tight fist instead.
It wasn't that I felt completely bad, but forcing the pace had left a thick, unpleasant fatigue behind. That was also true. Sweat beaded on my skin again and I found myself looking for cold water once more.
If I stayed in the tub any longer I really might collapse, so I gathered myself and climbed out.
Song Haneul must have been thinking the same thing; he followed and started pouring water over us.
Trying to share a single stream of cascading water between two people felt cramped and awkward.
About all we could manage was one person lathering shampoo or body wash while the other snuck in a rinse in the gaps.
While he washed my hair, Song Haneul took advantage of the inescapable situation to keep talking.
"After a few rounds the semen gets thinner. The amount drops a lot too."
"…I suppose so."
"But with you it just keeps getting hard."
"That's ridiculous."
I answered with pure disgust, but Song Haneul clenched a fist like he meant every word.
Even while rinsing me several times he repeated it, and all I could do was sigh heavily.
"I'm telling you, our chemistry is insane."
"Don't say shit that makes no sense. Seriously."
There was a faint note of grievance in his voice, as if he thought I was deliberately covering my ears and refusing to believe him. Adding that tone didn't move me in the slightest.
"Did it feel bad?"
"Yeah."
"Even when it goes like this?"
"Hiihk?!"
Suddenly shoving a finger inside while we were washing was a foul.
My waist buckled and I went sprawling onto the bathroom floor.
"You little—ah, what the hell are you doing!"
There was no way I could endure a finger shoved into a place that was already hypersensitive.
Sprawled out, I yelled, and Song Haneul sucked in a sharp breath.
"There's one condom left."
For a second my breathing stopped.
"Do we… really have to use all of them…?"
"Isn't three times the standard for one session?"
"That's not why they put three in a pack, I don't—I don't think…"
I wasn't certain. I didn't really know either, not about things like that.
"Then packs of ten—are those for people who can go ten times in one go? No way, right?"
Still, just arbitrarily increasing the number felt completely wrong, so I kept talking in a desperate rush.
Then I saw him rolling a condom onto his already hard cock and my will to fight evaporated.
He was clearly counting on the fact that, since we'd already started, I wouldn't resist much more.
He knew that once it had already happened, refusing now would feel awkward—or something like that.
"Seriously, I can't—it's too sensitive—ahh?!"
The moment he pushed in, my body shuddered hard.
Coming lightly right at the start left my mind swimming.
I honestly wasn't sure I would make it out of the bathroom before the day ended.