This is Fucked Up
"Ah! Song Hamin, you bared your teeth!"
"Cough, cough! You suddenly shoved your hand in deep like that...!"
I thought I was going to throw up. My stomach lurched in shock, and it was pure luck I hadn't eaten much—who the hell jams their fingers far enough to hit the uvula?
Worse than that was the fact that he'd just fingered me down there and then decided to stick those same fingers in my mouth. It wasn't like he'd gotten his sex education from porn; I had no idea where that train of thought even came from.
My mouth filled with a slick, sticky, fishy taste. It was the first time I'd ever experienced anything like it, and the sensation left me feeling strange.
I gasped for breath and covered my mouth, glaring up at Song Haneul from where I lay on the sofa.
"Condom on, a little lube..."
His preparation, at least, was thorough. He pulled out the things he'd set aside and finished getting ready in an instant.
"W-wait a second. Isn't this pace a little much...?"
Now that we were actually about to do it, I got a little scared. I'd just come a moment ago, and the idea of him thrusting in right away made me nervous.
I wanted to get it over with quickly, sure, but I also doubted Song Haneul would let me off that easily.
"Huh? We're just doing it. Even if I copy that stuff, I can't feel anything anyway."
"Ah, fuck."
I finally understood why both the foreplay and the rest breaks were so short.
"Whatever."
Song Haneul grabbed my waist like it didn't matter either way and lifted me. He slipped a cushion underneath, then leaned forward.
His cock landed with a soft thump against my crotch. Once wasn't enough—he gripped it near the base and slapped it against me again and again.
With my lower half slightly raised, the constant stimulation made me twitch and tremble. A tingling ran up my lower back at the same time that the sensitive spot between my legs hummed and throbbed.
"Look at you dripping juice."
"Juice, my ass..."
Honestly, every crude thing he said about his own original body was vulgar beyond belief. It made me wonder if there really was something about male hormones—if women just had some natural resistance to them. Nothing else could explain how much he'd changed.
"Hoo."
The slapping finally stopped. The flesh he'd been striking still throbbed. The cock that had forced its way between my folds now pressed against the entrance of the hole he'd just fingered, as if the slightest push would send it inside, and my nerves stood on end.
I'd fucked someone before, but never managed to come, and the memory still left me feeling cheated. On top of that, there was the time I'd been completely wasted in Song Haneul's body and just gone limp.
"Nnngh...!"
Blood rushed to my face. Heat bloomed through me. With every sensation concentrated below, my whole body felt like it had become nothing but a hole.
The moment he pushed in, it felt as if he filled me completely. The TV was blaring moans in the background, but I had no room to care about that now.
The sense of fullness was even greater than before; I could barely breathe. The feeling of my insides being packed tight left me frozen, unable to move. My entire body tingled, and I felt like I could come at any second.
Had it always been this big?
Sweat beaded all over my skin. Song Haneul pressed his lower body against me without the slightest consideration, as if determined not just to fill me but to crush every deep place inside. No—he did crush them. He leaned his upper body forward until he was covering me completely.
"Nngh."
"Yah—I'm, I'm coming."
The second he buried himself deep, my body shuddered hard. I hadn't known I was this sensitive; my focus scattered. Song Haneul forced himself all the way to the root, and it was almost impossible to endure. My nose cleared in a sudden rush, like I'd just eaten a peppermint.
I wrapped my arms around Song Haneul as he pinned my upper body. His broad back was too big for me to fully embrace, but I clung on tightly and tried to hold out however I could. I even dug my nails in a little, but Song Haneul only bit down hard on the nape of my neck in return.
"Haah, hah. I told you I was coming."
I panted and spilled out my resentment. I'd scratched his back raw, but it was nothing compared to the bite on my neck.
He propped himself up on both arms, looked down at me, and grumbled.
"That really fucking hurt."
"...Sorry."
I twisted to show him my back, but a glimpse of the reddened marks left me with nothing to say. I fidgeted and shut my mouth.
Song Haneul let out a long sigh and patted my back. Then his gaze drifted toward the TV. The moaning fixed his attention. Even I, still uneasy, glanced over—and Song Haneul struck first.
"Hey. Get on your stomach."
"Ah, that's completely over the line."
I said it, but I had no choice. He pulled his cock free with a wet sound and flipped my body over like he was turning a pancake. Every place he grabbed along the way protested with pain, as if bruises were already forming.
My original body was solid and strong, but Song Haneul's body was disgustingly soft and weak. Touch it and you found almost no muscle—just fat.
"Hold this."
He slapped my ass hard enough to sting.
"Ah, don't hit my ass. Hek!"
"Good thing you didn't scratch me this time. Earlier I thought you were a cat."
"That's... nngh, hhk, euk."
He gripped my hips, lifted them, and tormented my pussy again before thrusting in all at once. The sensation of my breath stopping made me clutch the cushion he'd thrown me and desperately suck in air.
Thrust. He drove deep, and it felt different this time—like he was striking a more sensitive spot, making my body shudder. The ragged breathing wasn't only coming from my mouth.
Song Haneul began pushing his hips harder. My trapped ass had nowhere to escape downward; it slapped against him with wet smacks and burned with dull pain. As the act grew more intense, my eyes rolled back.
My body was a mess. Hot, painful, strange. The tingling sensation raced up my lower back and spread through my whole body. My arms, slightly crushed under the cushion, were already going numb.
Slap! Slap! Every deep thrust brought the sound of flesh hitting flesh, scattering my concentration.
"Huu, Song Hamin."
"Hhk, uk, Song Haneul. You're insane, ah, haah!"
"I said it myself, but it really does feel good."
I had no idea what pride he was taking in that, but I knew it was crazy talk. Then again, even in her original body she'd thrown fits demanding I put out, so what could I say?
My friends were probably messaging again about gaming or drinking. And here I was, stuck having sex with this bastard instead of going to any of it.
"—Nngh, nngh, I, I think I'm coming. It hurts, hhk."
"Yeah, I'll finish soon."
"W-wai— huuuugh?!"
A jolt so strong my back arched. I almost pissed myself. For a second I lost control and nearly ruined the entire sofa.
"Hey, hey. The, the sofa—can't. It'll get dirty, nngh."
A bed just needed a sheet change, but a sofa was a problem. If Mom and Dad found out, no ordinary excuse would cover it. Even if I claimed I'd brought a girlfriend over, a couple who went this far on the sofa? That didn't make sense.
"Control your juice."
"Am I a faucet?!"
Even while pounding into me, he kept making unreasonable demands.
"I'm about to come, I can't stop...!!"
Song Haneul shook his hips hard, as if frustrated that I couldn't understand him. The rough, deeper thrusts left my mind blank. Everything responded to the stimulation until it felt like he was stirring even the inside of my head. The madness that left me unable to think of anything but his cock wrung moans out of me.
"—Cough, hek."
"Coming...!"
Thud. My held body was finally crushed against the floor. Even my raised ass was pinned under Song Haneul's weight. He pressed down hard enough to flatten my hips and came.
Without the condom, this position might genuinely have gotten me pregnant. It was the same as forcing everything inside.
"Heuugh..."
My head felt like it was going to break. I buried my face in the sofa and focused only on enduring the sensations.
We stayed pressed together like that for a long time before the moments finally passed. The TV had long since stopped. The video had ended, and I hadn't really watched anything except the act itself.
I couldn't bring myself to try the oral stuff, but doing it face-down had been manageable. All I had to do was endure.
"Earlier I saw the woman riding on top..."
Song Haneul, still breathing hard, pushed himself up. With a wet sound he pulled his cock free, and the condom slipped off. He tied the end with a rubbery snap and tossed it onto my back. Even the unpleasant heat only drew a weak groan from me.
"I can't..."
I answered in a sob, and Song Haneul sat down without a word. He switched the TV to something else. Another video.
I'd thought it was over, but now we were watching the rest. I was exhausted; I couldn't do any more. Song Haneul could go as many times as he wanted, but I couldn't.
Sweat-soaked hair stuck to my body in every direction. I groaned and tried to push my upper body up, but my lower back ached too much. Twisting slightly while still face-down on the sofa was the best I could manage.
"...Switch our bodies back now."
After struggling to move, I stretched out my hand. Song Haneul only held it lightly and let go.
"No."
"Yaaah, whyyy."
I thought it was a mean joke and asked again, but Song Haneul was serious.
"You said twice."
The grin on his face made my eyes go wide.
"You said if we set the mood and did it properly once, you'd switch us back!"
"You went off on your own, beating the drum and playing the janggu by yourself, so we couldn't even finish properly—why would I end it after one time?"
"You really are..."
I was so flabbergasted I had no words. My shoulders slumped with the hollow feeling of wondering what I'd even endured all this for.
"Or we can just do it properly today."
"Just a little rest. Just a little..."
Faced with the idea of finishing everything today, I lost my nerve and tried to back out. I didn't want to deal with Song Haneul when his eyes had gone soft—no, when they'd gone completely wild.
"This is fucked up."
When I woke in the morning and looked in the mirror, the places Song Haneul had sucked and bitten stood out clearly on my nape and collarbone. I prodded here and there with hollow eyes; at least they didn't seem to be actual bruises.
I couldn't go outside like this, so I hunted for bandages. I rummaged through the drawer and stuck them on one by one.
"What are you doing?"
"Someone marked me, so I'm covering it up."
"Hmm. Will you put a pain patch on my back?"
Oh.
"Sure."
"Heh heh. Nice."
I had nothing to say. I pulled out a pain patch, and Song Haneul promptly came over and presented his back. The broad expanse was hard to cover even with both hands. We'd been born on the same day, yet the difference between male and female was this huge; it still amazed me. I'd known it, but maybe living in the smaller body made me feel it more sharply.
"Done."
"I'll put some on you too."
Song Haneul peeled the bandages one by one and stuck them carefully on my nape.
"...Ah, when did you suck on my thigh?"
"That part doesn't show."
"You crazy bitch."
Marks in places I didn't even remember left my mind in chaos.
"I'm going out."
"Where?"
"Just for a walk."
"I'll come with you."
"I don't want to? I'm not in the mood to be around you."
I looked at him with a straight face, and Song Haneul only stared back sharply. I flinched a little, but this time I had no intention of backing down.