Not That
A wet, squelching sound rose from inside my belly—something that had no business being audible at all.
"Huh?"
Whether it even counted as a sound, or just the trembling of every muscle in my body, I couldn't tell. When I came to my senses, I found myself pinned face-down. The heavy, rhythmic pressure from above left my mind foggy.
My guts shifted under the weight and I gasped for air. Every time he scraped my walls and stabbed into that sensitive place, a sharp tingle raced through my entire body.
"Hah—hngh…!?"
The one small mercy was the pillow in my arms. Clutching it tight was the only way I could endure. With my hips gripped and pounded without mercy, whatever thoughts I'd been holding tangled into a complete mess. Every time I tried to make sense of the situation, pleasure forced its way in between the gaps and made me frown.
Even without any gel, I was wet enough that lewd, squelching sounds echoed between my thighs. The alcohol made my head grow heavier by the second. I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face in the mattress.
My stomach churned a little; every jolt of my body felt like I might throw everything up. My slack mouth babbled until I finally begged him to stop.
I think I begged.
Whether the words actually came out or never reached him, I couldn't say. Until my eyes closed on their own, my raised hips kept bouncing without rest.
Just opening my eyes to a used condom sitting right in front of me was shocking enough on its own.
"Ugh, my head…"
Coming to, I found the bed soaked through, spent condoms scattered carelessly across it. If I'd still been a man, I would have insisted I could never lose my reason with family. But I'd been Song Haneul, drunk and getting fucked the whole time, so the aftermath was no joke.
This body got drunk off barely anything, so at least the hangover didn't last long. I clutched my throbbing head and tried to sit up, but the arm wrapped tightly around me wouldn't let go. Worse, something had burrowed between my legs and was grinding wetly against me.
"Nngh…"
I couldn't really complain—I'd been the one trying to hold Song Haneul in the first place—but swapping bodies again? What the hell was going on? And mid-act, no less. My head felt hot. I had no idea what to even think.
"Get up already."
"Ah, yeah."
"Hngh—stop… rubbing…"
Every little wriggle inside me made my body react hypersensitively. I couldn't tell exactly how much we'd done, but the raw, burning feeling inside was obvious right away.
Had we swapped again just because I'd enjoyed a drinking session and a game party for the first time in a month? Why the hell had we ended up like this? Did our bodies just keep swapping for no reason at all? It made more sense to think some specific action triggered it, right?
I thought that, but nothing came to mind for what that "specific action" might be. When we had pizza with alcohol—but eating that again wasn't the answer. When we'd fucked about three times in the bathroom—we'd done it plenty of times before, so that couldn't be it either. Whether we used a condom or not probably wasn't the difference. Just thinking about waking up with semen flowing out of my belly still made me dizzy.
Not this, not that. So what the hell was the answer?
"I said get up."
I pinched the back of the hand that was trying to grab my chest, and he slowly sat up. Once I put on a stern face, Song Haneul lifted his hips.
"Nngh. Hngh… kuh. Hey, you…"
I clamped a hand over my mouth and moaned. I could feel him deliberately rocking slowly as he pulled out, all the way through my body. My mouth filled with curses, but with the conditions still unknown and Song Haneul now a man, spitting out harsh words wasn't easy. Just the fact that he was fucking me like this already meant Song Haneul had the upper hand.
Just when I thought he was almost out, he thrust deep inside again with a wet push.
"Sorry. Morning wood."
"You don't… have to… relieve it… like thaaat…"
Blood rushed to my face. Even without a mirror, I knew I'd turned bright red.
"You okay with this?"
"With what…!"
The way he whispered right against my ear sent shivers down my spine. I snapped back irritably out of pure frustration, but Song Haneul stayed unfazed. Instead he spoke in a low voice, as if telling me to think calmly.
"I figured it out."
"…Figured what out?"
My eyebrows twitched at the loaded words. My lower belly was packed full. It even felt strangely secure, like it belonged there. My raw insides rubbed and burned. Every time the head of his cock scraped that itchy spot, I felt good. I hated how my body reacted on its own, completely separate from my mood. It wasn't even the original owner, so I never expected it to listen to me anyway. Thinking about how my original body also randomly got healthier sometimes, maybe it was all the same.
"The body swapping."
I doubted my ears. I still hadn't even gotten a clue, so it was surprising that he'd figured it out first. We each had different fields where our brains worked well—maybe this was one of those.
"What is it?"
I glanced back toward where Song Haneul would be behind me. I couldn't see him well, but I wanted to hear the condition as soon as possible.
"Well, I'm not completely sure."
The way he suddenly backpedaled made my trust drop.
"…Aren't you going to pull out already?"
"It seems like something you wouldn't do to me. Well, if we try it once or twice more, we'll know."
"Then try it."
"No."
Song Haneul snapped his hips.
"Hngh-aah…"
My vision spun. My lower back already had no strength, and he forced it out of me anyway. With no power to resist, my exhausted body—freshly woken—thudded and slapped. After pounding away for a long while, he came and pulled out. Whether it was yesterday's condom or not, a balloon swollen to twice its size dropped with a plop.
"God, I really want to beat the shit out of you."
I let out a sobbing breath and ground my teeth. Despite the tough talk, my body just lay sprawled on the bed.
"Still, you only had about three glasses yesterday, so it shouldn't be that bad."
"You knew from the start, didn't you?"
I glared at him once, seething.
"No. Yesterday I really just went to get more drinks, and we swapped somehow."
But his somewhat aggrieved reaction only made me more unsettled.
"If you have any idea what it is, just try something—why say no?"
"Just randomly swapping us back feels kinda weird, doesn't it?"
"It's not swapping us—it's putting us back to normal."
I glared daggers at him for a long time, but Song Haneul was stubborn.
"No. I'm not telling you."
"What the hell did you do to make us swap?"
"Beats me?"
Song Haneul completely played dumb, putting on a clueless face. The way he was clearly determined to keep silent made my insides boil. Whether he wanted something out of this or was hiding something—
"When are you going to switch us back?"
"Hmm, I haven't thought about it yet."
"What if you try and it doesn't work? You haven't even checked?"
"I like it this way?"
His completely different reaction from before left me flustered. How was I supposed to deal with a Song Haneul who'd become this shamelessly bold? It felt like he was a different person. Before, he'd just been the little sibling shut away at home.
"You know that until I start school, without booze and games I've got nothing to do. Or… is there something else you want?"
I'd ended up a little pathetic, but looking at Song Haneul's reaction—somewhat nonchalant—it seemed he had some degree of certainty. Whether that was a will not to swap bodies, or absolute confidence that he had the upper hand, I couldn't tell. Sorting that out could wait. For now, there was nothing I could do.
"Something I want…"
Song Haneul thought for a moment, then glanced my way. Since I was completely naked on the bed, that gaze came across pretty blatantly.
"Ah, not that. Something else."
Even when I was in a man's body I couldn't do it properly—if I kept only using a woman's body, my head would definitely go weird. Sweat beaded on my skin as the stare burned, so I groped for the blanket. Once I fumbled and covered myself a little, I felt a bit more at ease.
Without withdrawing that blatant gaze, he fell back into thought, then tilted his head.
"Then does it even mean anything?"
"You little…"
"Just kidding. I'll think about what else might be good."
It really felt like he'd become a different person. Had he always been like this? Well, the face he showed me and the face he showed other people could be different. Any careless predictions were more likely to be meaningless. Anyway, I'd dodged everything I needed to dodge and set conditions, so I could breathe a little easier for now.
Before getting dressed, I should strip the bedding and wash up. Song Haneul was here, but he knew aftercare was important too, so it should be fine.
"…Go wash up. I'll tidy the bedding."
"Let's do it together. It wasn't just you."
Saying that, he picked up the condom blobs scattered on the floor and tossed them into the trash. While I was still grunting and struggling, he effortlessly lifted the heavy blankets, dumped them in front of the washing machine, then pulled me along.
"Time to run the washer one by one."
"But why…"
"If we're washing up anyway, doing it together is faster."
"Ah."
I wanted to say I didn't want to, but Song Haneul's grip was pretty strong. After just reading the room, my feet ended up following on their own.
Nothing particular happened in the bathroom. Maybe he really did think washing together was faster—he just wet his hair and handed me the showerhead. Washing off the sweat and other fluids left me feeling a bit refreshed. I scrubbed thoroughly so no stickiness remained.
Song Haneul, shampooing his hair without even looking my way, tossed out a line.
"Anyway, we only need to swap when there's an appointment or before school, right?"
"…I guess? No, but staying in our original bodies is more comfortable for both of us."
"Nah. I'm home all the time anyway, so this is fine."
"Don't you have friends?"
"Nope."
"Why?"
"Is that even a question? Sheesh."
Annoyed, he made a swatting motion. I flinched and shrank back in surprise. Without meaning to, I'd gotten completely scared and reacted hypersensitively. A little embarrassed, I cleared my throat like it was nothing and tried to compose myself.
Song Haneul looked back and forth between the hand he'd raised and me, then tilted his head. That look was unusual enough that the tension still wouldn't leave me.
"You thought I'd actually hit you?"
"That speed just now was no joke."
I knew the awkward answer sounded lame. I let out a long sigh and slumped my shoulders.
"Ow, don't pinch."
I swatted the arm that had put a hand on my nipple and given a light tug. I'd shaken it off easily, but Song Haneul seemed to find that reaction fun.
"Why are you so cute today?"
"Don't say weird shit."
"Doh't say weid shih."
"Ah, for real. I fucking hate you, Song Haneul."
"I fucking love you, Song Hamin."
"Ah, stop…!"
My body, which had already learned force wouldn't work, gave up resisting and got pulled into Song Haneul's arms. He didn't fuck me, but the whole time we showered he ran his hands all over me, and I came lightly. My already drained body finally sank down onto the bathroom floor.
My pride had taken a real hit, so the frustration was huge.
"You bitch."
That was the strongest rebellion I could manage right now. Song Haneul didn't seem to hear it even with one ear.