Hurry and Hold Me
“Quit talking nonsense. Then go put on a dress or something.”
“…Ugh. Fine.”
Song Haneul laughed like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Since I was the one who’d said it, I had no comeback and had no choice but to go along.
I dug through my memory of the dresser drawers until I found a dress. After checking the pure white one inside, my hands twitched. Once I actually put it on, the fabric floated around me far too lightly. The top at least gave the feeling of covering something, but below the waist I felt completely naked.
I was wearing underwear, and when I looked down I could see the cloth reaching my calves, which was some small comfort. Still, it was nothing like the sensation of wearing pants, and the strangeness was unavoidable. I fidgeted, clutching the hem of the skirt. My face twisted on its own.
“Why are you so slow? At this rate Mom’s going to get here first.”
“I’m going, I’m going.”
I’d already been thinking about taking it off again, but I hadn’t expected things to go this way, so I had no idea how to handle it. The unfamiliar sensation made me twist my lower body for no real reason. The way the light fabric fluttered and swung still felt completely alien.
Because I’d taken the bra off, my chest jutted out blatantly. I was wearing a dress, sure, but the fabric wasn’t particularly thick, so the way they poked out was somehow embarrassing. I wasn’t naked, yet it felt so close to naked that I wondered if there was any point. If Mom came home I needed the bare minimum of clothing so I could duck into a room, so I supposed I had no choice.
“So what’s the plan?”
“You try getting hard too.”
Song Haneul looked completely at ease, probably because he could relax even in my body. Getting angry at that attitude would only put me at a disadvantage, so all I could do was nag.
“How? Like this?”
He undid his pants and casually pulled out his cock. Just as I’d expected, it wasn’t growing properly and hung limp. The thing that used to spring up the moment anything came off was suddenly like this, and my brow furrowed.
“Did you jerk off behind my back or something?”
“What are you talking about? I’m just getting used to it.”
“Force it if you have to.”
There was definitely a difference in how male and female bodies experienced lust. I could finally understand why he’d acted like a dog in heat when the sensations were still new. I got all that—but why did he have to start acting normal right now of all times?
Even when I told him to touch my chest he barely did it. What exactly was I supposed to do? Since we’d have to soothe things by hand before anything could go in anyway, my fingers just fidgeted uselessly. After a long moment of hesitation I bit down hard on my lip. It was mortifying, but if we were going to switch bodies back I had no choice but to endure it. If I let the embarrassment stop me, we’d never return to normal and time would just keep slipping away.
I steeled myself, strode over, and sat in the computer chair. I spun it so Song Haneul could see, hiked up the skirt, and slipped my hand between my spread legs. It went past mere embarrassment into full-blown shame; my face felt ready to explode. Even without a mirror I knew it had gone bright red. I told myself that if I could just get him inside and switch our bodies back, I had to put up with this much.
“Hurry and get hard…”
I urged him with a pained sound. Whether he appreciated my efforts or not, Song Haneul only half-heartedly stroked his cock. He was being casual about it, but I could see it gradually firming up. It was a little more awake than when it had been hanging completely limp.
“Nngh… nnh…”
I never thought I’d end up masturbating with my own hand. Rubbing with my fingers wasn’t enough, so when I tried to push them inside, a sharp jolt ran up my spine. My lower belly and ribs clenched hard; if I wasn’t careful I’d get a cramp. My body locked up, stuck between wanting to hunch over and straighten out. Beyond my stiffly extended arms, only my hand kept moving, making wet squelching sounds.
“Whoa…”
“Haa… hah… okay.”
My breath had grown hot. Once two fingers could fit, it would be doable. It was still a little tight, but as long as something could go in I decided it was fine and stood up abruptly. The chair was a bit damp, but there wasn’t enough time to worry about that. The constant fear of when Mom might walk in always left a person on edge.
“Hurry—the condom…”
I frantically searched for one. When I opened the first desk drawer, sure enough, the remaining box Song Haneul had mentioned was right there. I tore one open in a rush and struggled to roll it onto the now-erect cock.
“What are you doing?”
“This is—I mean… damn it, why won’t it go on?”
Irritation flared. I was rushing, and the fact that he was so relaxed only made it worse. I clicked my tongue and tossed it at him.
“You do it. I can’t.”
“You don’t even know how to put one on? You’ve done it before.”
“Doing it on myself and doing it for someone else are different.”
“Ugh.”
Song Haneul let out a long sigh and put the condom on. Clearly it was easiest when you did it yourself. The fact that he’d used condoms more often than I had in the first place was almost funny.
Once I confirmed it was on, I naturally started pushing my hips forward. We had to get him inside and stay locked together for the bodies to switch, so of course I was in a hurry. But Song Haneul grabbed my hips and stopped me.
“Hey, hey. What are you trying to put in already?”
“We have to put it in if we’re going to switch or not.”
“Song Hamin. You in heat?”
“You little—! I’m doing this because I want to switch back, you know? Mom could walk in any second and I’m rushing like this, and you…!!”
I snapped and pointed a finger at him, finally letting out the feelings I’d been holding in. My face twisted hard. It was something I’d preferred not to say, so a little regret crept in afterward. If I turned him into an enemy he might never let us switch back. In the end the initiative still belonged to Song Haneul; that hadn’t changed.
Right after the words left my mouth, the “oh no” moment hit. Song Haneul didn’t show a single flicker of annoyance. He leisurely crooked a finger instead. The finger that had been pointing stiffly curled. I clenched my fist and edged a little closer to where he was beckoning. Even if I approached Song Haneul sitting on the bed, the only options were standing in front of him or to the side.
“I wanted to do it too, you know?”
“Ugh?”
Thinking he wanted me near his hand, I approached slowly—and in that instant he shoved his hand under the fabric and grabbed me between the legs. Instead of the panties I’d taken off, his hand covered me. A finger hooked against the entrance and a moan slipped out on its own.
Squelch, squelch.
Under the skirt hiked up by his forearm, my messy crotch drooled without any dignity. Every time Song Haneul moved his hand my upper body rocked and I didn’t know what to do with myself. My legs gave out. I grabbed his arm so my tilting body wouldn’t fall. Even while I curled up and leaned on him, that shameless forearm held firm without buckling.
“Hahk—ngh—hnn—ah. Wait—ah—aah?”
“You weren’t seriously about to put it in like this, were you?”
“Gentle—be gentle…! Hhk—ahn!”
He kept digging with his fingers and my body went strange. My heavy, sinking body felt completely opposite from my head, which seemed ready to float away. A current-like sensation made me flinch and tremble. Each time, the inside heated up fiercely and my lower back burned. The heat was no joke.
It was on a completely different level from when I’d tried to soothe myself with my own hand first. Unlike my half-hearted fingers that had settled for “this should be enough,” his hand mercilessly pounded and scraped inside, determined to deliver every possible stimulation. Enduring it was hard. On top of that, the sheer difference in thickness between a woman’s fingers and a man’s seemed extreme.
“Nngh—hnn—ah—nn—nnngh…!!”
My lower belly clenched hard, like I was about to piss myself. I trembled and pushed, but instead of forcing the fingers out, something else came out. Juice ran freely. I heard it dripping onto the floor. Panting, I squeezed my eyes shut. When Song Haneul’s fingers slipped out a little, the thoroughly soaked hand said everything for me.
My half-collapsing body was pulled in. I thought I was being gathered into Song Haneul’s arms—then he immediately dug back in.
“Ugh—nngh…”
The already sensitive inside was forced open wider. At the same time the head scraped along the walls as it passed. My entire mind focused solely on that sensation. My head felt bleached white. My expression melted. I’d only just come and I was already going again; tears pricked at my eyes.
“Song Hamin came again.”
The foreign presence inside made my lower belly clench desperately, hard enough that I half-wondered if abs might form where none had been. My back arched like a shrimp. Moving only ground things more. Constant stimulation on a body this hypersensitive was hard to endure. My head felt like it was turning to mush. Without any sense of how to handle it, I just kept climaxing over and over.
“Hehk—I’m—I’m going…”
Drooling, I barely managed to get the words out. Saying them didn’t change anything, but I wanted him to go a little easier. I didn’t even know what “easier” could mean in this situation. It was just hard to endure—that was all.
“You’re not even moving your hips.”
“Hurry—hurry and hold me…”
If it was too much, we could just switch. I couldn’t understand why a woman’s body was so hard to endure. Straining, I tried to lean toward Song Haneul. The idea of being held in his arms wasn’t exactly pleasant, but I had no choice, so I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Okay, okay.”
He said that—and then grabbed my lower belly and rubbed it.
“Not there—not there, you crazy—ah—ahn—nngh.”
Just rubbing the slightly protruding belly ground the inside so hard that sounds burst out of me on their own. I somehow held back the way my eyes wanted to roll back and clamped a hand over my mouth. Was sitting with my back to him the problem? When was this going to switch?
The last scraps of reason I was clinging to forced me to hold on so the conditions would be met. It would be nice if I could tell exactly when the switch happened.
“Nngh—I want to come too.”
“Haa… once we switch… I’ll let you keep coming.”
“Says the one who’s already at her limit.”
The answer that came back to me as I dripped with sweat was laced with mockery.
“Kh…!”
When he lifted me slightly and dropped me back down, something slammed deep inside and tears sprang up. I was starting to understand why foreplay mattered. And why pacing was necessary. Because he just shoved in without restraint, it felt more numb and stinging than good.