The Briny Taste
When I heard the request to do it while drunk, I was left speechless.
Did she not remember how she had pounded into me without any sense of how many times, back when I had been completely out of it?
And that had been without consent—something she should have been at least a little reluctant about, or so I had thought.
Yet there she was, completely unfazed and bold as brass, which left me flabbergasted.
But what was even more ridiculous was when she asked me to do it with my mouth.
The corner of my mouth twitched halfway up. A spasm expressing hollow laughter, a sense of futility.
Not knowing how to react, I just froze and stared at Song Haneul.
My middle finger rose of its own accord.
"Hell no."
This was pure bullshit of the highest order.
There was a limit to what a person could accept, and this had sailed clean over that line.
If a line even existed, this was like doing windmills on top of it while mocking the other person.
"Aw, why?"
"What do you mean why? Does it make any sense for me to suck my own cock?"
"Then you be more proactive about it too."
"How much more proactive am I supposed to get? I was about to do it when it was my body, remember? Then it suddenly switched."
Honestly, it made no sense.
Even while thinking it was something we should not do, I had gritted my teeth and gotten hard once because Song Haneul kept pushing so hard. Before I could thrust more than a few times, everything flipped, and the sensation of thrusting got buried under the feeling of being thrust into. Just thinking about it left me feeling cheated.
It was not something we absolutely had to do, but if we were going to do it anyway, I at least wanted to see it through to the end.
"I'm just saying we should enjoy it together a little. It's weird if it's only me all the time."
"It is weird, you know? What kind of little sister masturbates in her older brother's room in the first place?"
I spat the words out in exasperation, and Song Haneul recoiled in shock.
"What older brother? Over a few seconds' difference?"
"I'm not saying I want to play the older brother."
When the conversation drifted off-topic like this, it made me feel stifled.
I clutched my throbbing head, and Song Haneul's expression came into view.
Something about it felt deliberate, and a chill ran down my spine.
Not reckless, but cunning—that was the feeling.
I wanted to dismiss it, yet I could not shake the ominous premonition.
"What?"
"Just give it back for a bit. It'd be good for both of us. Convenient."
"I already told you I don't care if you use that thing to jerk off. I do it too."
"No, ha."
I felt like I was going to lose my mind.
It was originally my body—why did I have to be the one acting pathetic?
Even though I knew the method, ending up like this was the same as Song Haneul having stolen it. Setting conditions for something that should naturally be returned was already enough to make me dislike her.
I could not stand it.
I had no particular desire even if I got Song Haneul's body back, yet she was perfectly fine acting like this.
Maybe she could say these things precisely because she was capable of it.
For now, the negotiation was off.
But that did not mean I was completely powerless.
If Song Haneul was going to play it that way, I had no choice but to do the same.
You think you're the only one with a hostage?
I've got one too.
"Fine. Forget it."
There was no reason for me to crawl under Song Haneul, so I held my head high.
I did not know how far it would go, but once it turned into a battle of pride, neither of us could back down.
This was a game of chicken—whoever caved first out of worry for their own body lost.
Sex-crazed bitch.
I had known ever since she started watching porn on the living room TV. Even if Mom and Dad were often away on business trips, the moment she picked up a hobby like that, she had already crossed a line.
She had stopped going to school and just hunted for stimulating stuff at home—had her head gone completely soft?
If I wanted a reason she had no friends, maybe I could find it right there. I had no overlapping knowledge of her school life or the friends and classmates she had once had, so it was all pure speculation.
I left the computer on and just stared blankly at the desktop.
My thoughts ran deep, but none of them were productive. The time spent wandering without making a decision only stretched longer.
The condition for the bodies to switch was vague—nothing more than the hint that it had to be "something I would never do to Song Haneul."
Rather than trying to deduce something like that, the only option left was to mirror Song Haneul's actions exactly and force her to walk a mile in my shoes.
Like holding up a mirror so she could see exactly what she was doing right now.
"Ah, shit."
But of course I hesitated.
To copy her masturbating and acting crazy on my own, I needed to prepare my heart first.
"Song Hamin."
"What? Why."
I reacted a little sharply, and Song Haneul's eyes widened.
"If the mouth thing won't work, then just set the mood and let's do it nicely together."
"…Mood, my ass. Are we lovers?"
"Ah, lovers my ass. You think just doing it a little means that? No way."
Song Haneul also seemed to dislike the lover talk, and her expression hardened a bit.
It was absurd, but I was the one left speechless by the suggestion to set a mood, so I furrowed my brow.
"Don't dirty the sofa. Just go jerk off quietly in your room."
"I'm saying I'll switch us back if you just do it properly once, and you're still being like this."
I paused for a moment.
I had steeled myself for the chicken game and all that, yet if I was just going to hesitate without making any progress, maybe it would be better to give in once and go back— that thought flashed through my mind.
It was a stupid idea, but not entirely stupid.
Once we were back to normal, I just had to be careful afterward, so there would be no problem.
Even without knowing the conditions, putting distance between myself and Song Haneul would somehow solve it.
Even if it was humiliating, if it meant we could go back just once…
"You'll really switch us?"
"You keep dodging, so I was about to change the conditions."
"Ah—if you switch us now, I'll do it."
My fingers curled and trembled.
Even as I said it, I could not be sure this judgment was right.
But the words I had already spoken were accepted.
"Huh, for real?"
"Yeah, for real."
No take-backs. I nodded, thinking I just had to grit my teeth and endure one day.
That night, Song Haneul turned off the lights in the room and living room, then crooked a finger to call me over.
She deliberately made me sit right up against her on that wide sofa, then played the video she had prepared.
Now that the situation had actually arrived, my insides burned.
Was it really right for me to be watching this with Song Haneul?
Thinking about it, we should never have had sex in the first place—but considering I had been the one thrusting, I had no room to talk. That was the problem.
For some reason I felt stifled and embarrassed, so I tilted my head slightly for no good reason.
Holding my face straight and watching was uncomfortable with the person next to me there.
Watching something like this together with someone else made no sense to begin with.
Maybe she was trying to share her tastes, but everything about this was incomprehensible.
—Mm, mmm.
A man and a woman shared a kiss.
The moans echoing through the living room made my body prickle.
It was a situation that would never normally happen, so I kept noticing everything around us.
Even knowing Mom and Dad were gone, my eyes drifted toward the empty master bedroom.
Song Haneul was already focused.
He stripped her clothes, gently caressed her breasts, and tormented her nipples.
Even that made the woman scrunch her face in pleasure and tip her head back.
—Hnnngh! Eut. Haah…!!
One hand that had been circling dropped straight down and grabbed her crotch.
He lifted it a little, rocking and stimulating her, and the woman's waist flinched.
At that sight, my own crotch throbbed in sympathy.
I already knew exactly what it felt like to be penetrated, so I could not help empathizing.
Squish, squish. With that wet sound, he pulled off her panties.
They must have already been soaked—a long string stretched from the removed fabric.
The woman panted, and the man's cock swelled huge.
He thrust it out in front of the kneeling woman, and she gripped the shaft and flicked her tongue over it.
She licked and took it into her mouth as if savoring the taste. She even moved her face back and forth.
Seeing that Song Haneul had asked for oral, I wondered if this was what had inspired it.
When I shot him a slightly suspicious glance, our eyes met.
"……."
"……."
I realized that even while feeling embarrassed, I had ended up concentrating without meaning to, and a wave of secondhand embarrassment hit me.
At the same time, locking eyes with Song Haneul at this exact moment made me a little anxious inside.
Song Haneul's arm slid behind my back.
I thought he might put an arm around my shoulders. Or maybe pull me into a hug.
Contrary to my expectations, the arm slipped under my clothes. He flipped my bra up and grabbed my bare breast.
The hand that dug into my armpit began kneading my chest, giving stimulation. From the simple feeling of flesh being worked, every time it approached my nipple it gifted a tingling sensation to my crotch.
"Nngh."
Held in an embrace with my breast seized, I could not escape.
Experiencing the difference in strength this way again and again made me less and less inclined to fight.
I did not know if he was deliberately making contact like this. Since he was sex-crazed, it might just be natural for him.
I decided not to make baseless assumptions.
"…It hurts. Stop kneading…! Ah, hick!"
When Song Haneul pinched my nipple hard, my body jerked.
The ringing sensation brought tears to my eyes. My knees went completely weak from the tingling.
Fortunately I was already sitting, so there was no posture to collapse from.
Porn had a set runtime, so they padded it with dialogue or stretched the foreplay a little longer to match.
I had heard that foreplay was important in relationships between men and women, but I did not really know. Even if Song Haneul knew that sort of thing, he still seemed to just get hard and try to thrust blindly.
Song Haneul leaned over. I, sitting next to him, toppled like a domino right along with him.
As I flopped onto my back, Song Haneul, who had been mid-fall, caught himself without crushing me.
Looking down at me with his arms as pillars, he made me feel a little cowed.
My bra was already flipped up over my chest in a mess, and when he laid me down he had yanked my clothes up, so my breasts and stomach were completely exposed.
I felt a bit self-conscious, and that gaze was burdensome.
"Doesn't it feel good somehow?"
The hand stroking my lower belly made me frown a little.
"You perverted bastard. It's your body."
"Next time I'll let you do it properly all the way."
"Get lost. I don't believe you. Fool me twice?"
"You'll fall for it again out of sheer frustration anyway."
Song Haneul approached casually and sucked on my breast.
The sensation of him sucking hard made my body react sensitively.
"Haah, shit, kuh, there…"
"Mmm. Mm, mm…"
Along with the embarrassment, the strange sensation filled my heated body with more and more warmth.
The feeling of my slightly hardened nipples being tormented…
I had never known it could feel this strangely good.
I tried hard not to let out any moans.
I was worried that unnecessary sounds would excite Song Haneul.
"Looks like you're getting turned on. Shall we get going?"
"Hick?"
But my tightly shut eyes and desperate effort to hold back moans must have excited him, because his hands moved even more busily.
Fingers digging into my lower mouth forcibly spread the hole. Because of that I had to taste the sensation of my waist burning up.
Squish, squish-squish!
"Hngghh, nnnngh!!"
His hand movements were urgent. As if he had to match the pace of the video, he hurried.
Not that it meant anything—maybe he was just tormenting me.
He flicked and scraped the sensitive spot with his fingers.
Bent like a hook, he pressed hard against the vaginal walls, and there was no way I could hold back.
After I trembled all over, his fingers suddenly pushed into my mouth.
"Kek, hek."
The two fingers that had been digging inside me until a moment ago now wrapped around my tongue.
Forced to take the bodily fluids into my mouth, I tasted something briny.