This Is Going to Last a While
How much time had passed?
Relying only on my senses, trying to endure the stimulation, all I could do was drip with sweat. I had no idea how much I’d sweated, but it felt like quite a while had gone by.
Huff, huff. I gasped for breath, struggling to count the seconds. The full, foreign sensation packing me tight left my lips bone-dry. No matter how much I soothed them with my tongue, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was still missing. I gulped down saliva and worked my mouth open and shut.
As things gradually became more bearable, Song Haneul tilted his body a little too.
“What time is it… still plenty of room, right?”
His voice sounded like he was enjoying the leisure, arms wrapped around me from behind. I frowned, wondering if holding me from behind really changed nothing either. The thought crossed my mind that if it stayed this unchanged, I might have to ask him to switch positions and hold me again.
“…No… not plenty…”
“Should we just go at it hard once?”
“Why isn’t this changing…”
My whole body had been locked in constant tension, so exhaustion hit fast.
“Just finish quick before Mom gets here. Then we wash up and we’re done, right?”
“While I’m out cold… time still passes.”
I groaned out answers, but Song Haneul already seemed set on doing exactly what he wanted and started snapping his hips. My body, straddling him, swayed naturally and took every jolt of that stimulation.
“Ugh…!”
I pitched forward. My eyes squeezed shut, certain I was about to topple. The body that nearly spilled over didn’t fall any farther. Song Haneul, gripping both my arms from behind, simply bounced his hips harder. The wet slap-slap of skin meeting skin made my mind go hazy right along with it.
My goal had been to hold each other like this and swap bodies, but… while the bodies refused to change, I was just getting pounded, and it was anything but comfortable. The gaping mouth and ragged breathing seemed to belong only to me. Thinking of Song Haneul moving as if nothing were wrong, completely fine unlike me, left me feeling resentful. The way he just did whatever he pleased because he claimed he was fine.
“Ahng, nngh, ugh, hnnngh, ah…!”
Every time he bounced while seated behind me, a fierce jolt drove deep into my belly. Each time my breasts shook and dropped, the sensation hit even harder, so moans spilled out on their own. I couldn’t even cover my mouth; all I could do was cry out in broken little sobs.
“It’s hard… ah… hnnngh.”
“We can’t lie down. If we change the sheets she’ll think it’s even weirder.”
“Just… a little… kkuut… ugh.”
Heat flooded my head. Doing it in the bathroom might have been a bit easier, but even that was a space where we couldn’t react the moment Mom arrived. A place that made me hesitate the second I thought about it. Even if my mind had been clear, I probably would have given up on it right away. Bathroom floor or bedroom floor—wasn’t it the same either way? I just wanted to lie down.
Sweat poured freely, and physically I hit my limit fast. It felt like the body that had been cooped up at home was announcing exactly what it was good for. Strength drained out of me; head drooping, I stared at the floor. Every thump and shake made the mattress creak.
“A bit… faster… go faster…”
I tried urging him, thinking maybe it would be better to finish quick here and swap. Whether he was listening or not, the pace seemed to pick up a little. It might have been pure wishful thinking on my part; my mind stayed just as hazy. Even while my nose stung and I frowned, I found myself staring blankly at the tile patterns on the floor.
Around the moment I thought my arms were about to give out, he yanked hard. Pain like my shoulders were dislocating shot through me as my body was hauled upright. He seized my breasts and crushed me tight against him from behind. His other arm locked around my ribs beneath them so I couldn’t move at all. The arm trapped against my body didn’t even dare twitch; it only trembled.
“Heugh…”
Change already. Please.
Even while I fretted like that, Song Haneul simply kept pouring strength into it. At my absolute limit, my gaze turned to the ceiling. Along with my shuddering body I felt something swell inside. My body, which had been completely gone while focused solely on that sensation, was soaked in sweat by the time I came back to myself. A feeling like my breath had stopped for a moment.
“Huk… heok… huk…”
I finally forced out the breath I hadn’t been able to take. Unable even to swallow properly, drool trailing, I let my head drop with a thud. Held like a doll in Song Haneul’s arms, only my thighs kept twitching.
“Uwaa.”
“Hnnn.”
The afterglow arrived. It rushed in like a tsunami; there was no resisting it. Sobbing breaths. Right now it was simply a sensation I had to endure. Originally, if the bodies had swapped, I wouldn’t have had to bear any of this—but they hadn’t, so only my head burned hot. The thought that Song Haneul, on the other hand, had simply gotten the release and finished clean and satisfied left me feeling unfairly upset for no good reason.
Only after enduring a long while could I finally flop face-down onto the floor. On the already soaked surface, liquid dripped steadily from between my damp thighs. The semen was in the condom, so everything spilling out was the juices I myself was producing. It made such a mess that the dress was soaked through in seconds. Wearing clothes at all like this suddenly felt pointless, leaving me hollow. A foreign sensation still lingered between my legs, making it hard to close them. I tried to drag my flailing body upright and hold on, but my arms shook so badly even that was the limit.
“Why… won’t it change…?”
Strength clenched into my lower belly on its own. Doing that didn’t make the foreign feeling leave. Panting, I looked at Song Haneul with resentful eyes. Could hugging not be the condition after all? A childish flash of betrayal made me frown.
“No. We have to mesh properly with each other.”
“Mesh…?”
The orgasm left my mind so scrambled it was hard to catch the meaning. In that moment I either twisted it into whatever I wanted to hear, or no matter how desperately I tried, I simply couldn’t understand. I felt my head going strange, riding a line I never wanted. Frowning, I tried to recall the conditions, but with a mind going white there was no way I could manage it.
“Uugh…”
“Wash up first. You look a mess.”
Song Haneul waved a hand dismissively, then decided that wouldn’t do and stripped my clothes off in one smooth motion. Even the wet dress gone, I reflexively covered myself, but he scooped me up as if it didn’t matter and dumped me into the bathroom.
Bastard. He knew perfectly well the afterglow left me helpless, yet he still deliberately tossed me in there. After thrashing his hips however he liked because he wanted to, he suddenly discarded me. It felt strongly like he was setting something dirty aside. He claimed it couldn’t be helped because Mom might come home, but I couldn’t stop the weird feeling that settled in my chest.
With tottering movements I barely crawled and lowered myself into the bathtub. Turning on the shower and letting the water hit me, I felt a little more alive. Hot body in the chilly air. Washing with warm water made it somewhat more bearable. Even my heated breaths seemed to get a little lost in the steam, so it wasn’t entirely bad.
“…Hnnn.”
Why hadn’t it changed?
As the afterglow gradually washed away, room to think returned. We had definitely coupled, and we had hugged, so there had to be a reason it didn’t work. Looking back now, the conditions had been far too vague. “Hug.” I had no idea where that began or ended. From the front? From behind? Wasn’t it just bringing our bodies close? If this wasn’t some card-game wordplay, there ought to be clear standards. Otherwise it couldn’t function properly. In a situation where absurd things were already happening, wanting reason and logic was strange—but I still found myself wondering whether some kind of regularity existed.
If Song Haneul’s words were true? It wasn’t even certain they were. He might have gotten it wrong. At the beginning we had both started without knowing anything. Still, it seemed correct that Song Haneul had initiated first. When the bodies swapped, I had never done anything to him. That much was certain. Looking at how contact grew frequent afterward and we returned to normal, it seemed right… but.
“…Alcohol?”
Come to think of it, the idea that hugging might trigger the swap had made me spread my legs without a second thought. Thinking back, it seemed we had kept feeding each other alcohol before as well. But the second time we swapped, I didn’t think we had drunk any. At the place we rented recently we hadn’t drunk either, yet we still swapped. So it wasn’t alcohol.
Strength drained out of me. Focus blurred. Thinking became too bothersome; only a sigh came out. Convinced that no answer would appear no matter how hard I thought right now, I simply washed my body. I rinsed the sweat-soaked skin with water, slipped a hand lightly between my still-sensitive thighs to chase a little satisfaction, then gently scraped out the liquid inside. At most it was the juices I myself produced, so scraping didn’t really remove anything.
“Nngh.”
The tingling between my legs made me frown on its own. The moment it became two fingers something felt off, so I stopped right away. I shook my hair dry and opened hollow eyes. Just doing it once left me so drained I made dying sounds. I thought I finally understood why Song Haneul never wanted to do it even once in the female body.
“So damn tired. Seriously.”
“All washed up. Gotta dry your hair.”
“I know. Me too.”
Grumbling, I headed for Song Haneul’s room. Sitting in front of the vanity, I dried my heavy hair with the dryer. Eyes closed against the loud rush of wind, I waved my hands around. Muscle pain from having my arms gripped so hard. A sigh slipped out at the ache that didn’t feel like it would fade anytime soon.
“This… is going to last a while.”
Looking at how I was already trembling just from holding the dryer, it was certain.