Keep Your Distance
I tried hard to focus on the drama, but none of it was sinking into my head.
The sensation packing my belly full pulled every scrap of my awareness into one place. Bent at the waist, gasping for breath, enduring it was the best I could manage.
Even without rocking my hips, the feeling of being filled to the brim stayed constant. Just staying still took effort. Trying not to clench did nothing.
My whole body tingled, and the grinding sensation inside kept threatening to force moans out of me against my will.
No matter how hard you try to hold out, you cannot simply endure having your erogenous zones tormented like that. Even when you refuse to feel it, your body ends up reacting anyway. The deep thrust between my already-slick thighs, the crushing pressure on my insides—being overwhelmed by it was inevitable.
“Hoo… hngh… nh—”
Sweat beaded up all over me. It was hard to believe this was mid-October weather; the heat was unreal. Heat poured from every inch of my skin. The chill seeping up from the floor because we hadn’t turned on the boiler barely preserved the bare minimum of human dignity.
I panted, fists clenched tight. I swallowed hard and tried desperately to act like nothing was wrong.
When I jerked my head up, a scene from the drama filled the screen.
My eyes snagged on the woman pouring out her raw emotion. I never expected to end up watching a morning drama that crammed every cheap dramatic beat into one episode like this. Frowning, sweating bullets, I took the scene in.
Childish lines delivered in a flat tone. Something about it felt cringeworthy, yet once you got caught in the flow it became weirdly addictive. I was starting to understand why people watched these things—ugh.
“Don’t… move…”
“Sorry, sorry.”
Still, was this even working? Just having him inside me already felt like I was hitting my limit, yet there was no sign of the swap Song Haneul had promised. Doubt started creeping back in. They say you never know until you try, but complete radio silence like this was something else.
“Why isn’t this working? You said it would change.”
The drama had already run for quite a while. Why was my body still stuck like this?
“Maybe we need to drink…?”
“We didn’t drink last time…!”
“We’ll know if we try it once.”
I huffed and puffed, but Song Haneul answered with complete calm. That confident tone made me wonder if it was actually true, so I just groaned and shut my mouth.
“Fine. Drink. Let’s drink.”
I was already struggling, and now the frustration was mounting on top of it—I felt ready to lose my mind. My head, pushed to the edge, was stuffed full of heat and barely holding together. Even when I got irritated it refused to cool down, so the stress just kept climbing. In the end my exploding emotions dragged Song Haneul into a full-on drinking session.
“Do we have to keep it in while we drink?”
“Should we? Or while we’re doing it?”
“Fuck, doing it isn’t even one of the conditions!”
I flared up and clenched a fist. The position and angle made it impossible to actually hit him.
“You’re getting more into it yourself, aren’t you? Even sitting still, your juices are dripping down onto me.”
My clenched fist trembled. It was just my body’s reaction—I couldn’t help it. The stimulation kept coming, so my body was the only thing getting worked up. At this rate I honestly felt like finishing once would clear my head. Leaving me this wound up and then doing nothing felt a little wasteful too.
Why did the back of my head keep tightening like this?
I chewed my lip and hesitated for a long time. After running the numbers in my head for a while, I let out a heavy sigh. I compromised, like I had no other choice.
“Do it or don’t.”
“Do it, or don’t. Just don’t, then?”
“Do it. Just do it!”
“For real? Not forcing yourself even though you hate it?”
Was he trying to play word games with me? Meanwhile his fingers started lazily stroking my clit. The sharp spark of sensation spread inside, making the teasing feel even worse. My legs shook. I clenched my molars and still ended up letting out a moan. I felt like my hair was about to stand on end—I was going crazy.
Living in a woman’s body, taking her full libido and sensitivity head-on, I was clearly losing it more and more. Otherwise I would never say something like this normally.
“Let’s do it, please. Just… stop winding me up and leaving me hanging…”
I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowed the embarrassment, and forced the words out. Trying to cling to pride against a male body was pure unfairness. I wanted every scrap of stimulation I could get, and if Song Haneul just jerked off alone and then hit post-nut clarity, we were screwed. My brain felt like it was melting. I knew this wasn’t the time for pride, so I finally crumbled. My body wasn’t exactly packed with muscle to begin with; pushed to the limit, my core started collapsing and I swayed without knowing front from back.
“Got it.”
Schlick…
The fullness that had been packing me withdrew. I hadn’t exactly gotten used to it, but the constant stimulation vanishing left me feeling empty. The leftover foreign sensation even made me itch.
Sitting on the floor with my thighs still dripping the way Song Haneul had described made guilt prick at me. Every ragged breath I let out made that feeling grow a little fainter.
With dazed eyes I followed where Song Haneul went. Walking around fully hard looked pretty perverted. First thing in the morning he incongruously pulled a green bottle from the fridge. He brought over the bitter liquor and thrust it at me.
I had barely managed to catch my breath, and now it was alcohol. I was the one who had suggested it, but just imagining myself tipsy this early made my stomach turn. Still, if I didn’t drink I would never know whether Song Haneul’s claim was a lie or the truth, so I squeezed my eyes shut.
“You’re not drinking?”
“I’ll drink if you do.”
…Was the alcohol really the cause? Or was there something else I didn’t know about? There had to be a hint somewhere, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. Every time I tried to reason it out, none of the three previous times matched, which was maddening. The thought of going back to normal before I even found the answer left me feeling empty, yet part of me decided that was fine either way.
I tipped the bottle like I was chugging it and forced the bitter taste down my throat a couple of times. My throat burned and my stomach flared hot. Drinking first thing in the morning was going to make me nauseous. The breath I exhaled turned scorching. I gritted my teeth and hissed air out. The world spun.
“Then let’s finish this.”
Song Haneul grabbed my body. He stepped in close and laid me down flat. Hard floor pressed against my back. My hips lifted slightly, and as if soothing the emptiness, the source of that foreign sensation returned and filled me completely. It pushed in with a thick, wet sound, spreading me open again and prodding deep places my fingers could never reach. That alone eased some of the maddening itch that had been driving me crazy.
A woman’s body was pretty troublesome when it came to this sort of thing.
“We’re doing it, right?”
“Ah—it’s fine, I said.”
He asked again. He could just do it. After wanting it so badly, why did he only hesitate at moments like this? The alcohol made the headache worse. The crushing, heavy sensation grew, and I wondered. A body growing heavy after drinking—maybe that was all it was. Or maybe my stomach just couldn’t handle booze this early. But it could also be the precursor to the swap. Thinking of it that way let me accept it from a slightly different angle.
Schlick, wet, squelch-squelch.
His cock drove into me. The sense of fullness dragged a moan out of me. My lungs felt like they were burning, my insides turning into a mess. Learning about sex in a woman’s body before ever knowing it in a man’s felt strange. Right now, though, that didn’t matter. I just wanted to vent the heat somehow.
Song Haneul’s body, which had been thrusting deep, gradually sped up. At some point he wrapped that big frame around me like he was pinning me down. He only drove his hips, yet the force was so strong my whole body jerked. Held tight, all I could do was clutch his back and pant. The position left me completely unable to move—I could only take it.
“Heuk—hng—kk—nh—”
Whether it was from scratching the itch or not, it felt incredibly satisfying deep inside.
“—Ugh, my head…”
A throbbing skull. I must have blacked out. I clutched my head against the headache, then slowly lowered my hand. When the large hand came into view I snapped my eyes wide open.
I was back to normal. Just like Song Haneul had said, drinking and holding each other might have been the condition. I wasn’t the type to pass out from a little alcohol, so losing consciousness had probably been an unavoidable side effect of the body returning. The fact that I couldn’t clearly remember what I’d said or done right before falling asleep—just like those blank spots—was a major downside. If I could have remembered, I would have tried to recall the sensations.
“Song Hamin, I was right, wasn’t I…?”
If this kid was already conscious, I must have been out for quite a while. Or the opposite—had he kept thrusting the whole time until Song Haneul’s body came back? That would explain the headache from blacking out to some degree.
“…Why is your face so red?”
“I fucked you and then I have to feel the whole ‘getting fucked’ sensation myself. It’s hard…”
Naked and trembling on top of my body, Song Haneul looked a bit like a newborn fawn. Letting those breasts hang out so freely was pretty shameless. I used to think it didn’t matter either way, but it was starting to bother me a little. Part of it was wanting to look at Song Haneul objectively as a person; part of it was flinching at the memory of almost fucking her before. Complicated feelings rose up for all sorts of reasons.
“Where’s my phone…”
Sprawled on top of me, Song Haneul weakly flailed an arm around. Looking for a phone even in this state was somehow impressive. I grabbed the phone I saw nearby and tossed it over. Song Haneul muttered “Thanks,” then stared at the screen.
“Looks like we slept about six hours.”
“…No way. We didn’t just sleep, did we?”
“Could be.”
That casual answer made me sigh heavily.
“I can’t do anything for you right now… I think I wrecked my back.”
Song Haneul groaned and tried to sit up. Even that seemed too much; sweat poured off as the body trembled. I helped lift Song Haneul up, and only then did a look of slight relief appear.
“That’s enough. Get going now.”
“…Why so cold all of a sudden?”
Song Haneul made a slightly hurt face, but what could I do? One wrong move and our bodies might switch again.
“Keep your distance.”
Even if I gave in, that wasn’t the issue right now. My body was exhausted, and mentally I was pretty frayed too. After repeatedly getting fucked in a woman’s body, I needed to put the version of myself that was starting to go weird back in its proper place.
“You bastard. I figured out the method and switched us back, and now this. If we switch again, I’ll just switch us again.”
“Just in case.”
I didn’t trust a word from that black-hearted little shit. Might as well hand a cat a fish.