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A deep, resonant throb rolled through my insides.
I hadn't been able to refuse Song Haneul's demand that we do it again, and now I was stuck like this — upper body collapsed against the floor, hips jacked up, trembling all over.
The moment it went in, a cold sensation flooded me and my stomach gurgled and churned. Every instinct screamed to push it back out. My whole body clenched, and each time it did, Song Haneul — syringe in hand — flinched.
"Hold still for a second."
"Y-you try this and see if you can— ngh…"
Like hell I could just relax. I could barely even form words.
"Uuuugh…"
My belly felt ready to burst. Shoving something into an exit that was never meant to take anything in was never going to feel comfortable.
The pain was so sharp the blood rushed to my face. If my sphincter gave out even a little, the sheer humiliation of what would follow made me want to die.
"Just hang on a little longer."
Crazy bitch… easy for you to say when you're not the one getting it.
I wanted nothing more than to get to the toilet, but even standing up felt impossible. I curled into myself on the floor, shaking, until I finally hit my limit.
"No — ah, please…"
I bore down hard, trying to hold it. Ironically, the water already inside only pressed harder against everything, and the part I'd been barely containing started to leak.
The second a little slipped free and I realized how much better that felt, my body gave up entirely.
"Oh."
"Nngh… nngh…"
I collapsed. Mortified, I buried my face and let out a broken moan. There must have been a lot of water in me — the rush of it pouring out went on and on. Every pulse of it made my lower belly clench and twitch.
"Whoa. Super clean."
Even as he said it, he turned on the showerhead and sprayed water over me. The lukewarm stream cascading over my head was just cool enough to clear my thoughts a little.
"Hah… hah… d-don't…"
His hands wandered over my upturned ass like he had unfinished business. Every time his fingers tried to push in, my whole body shuddered. Then, with a soft push, one finger slipped inside.
"How's that?"
"It feels like shit, what do you— think. That hole… wasn't made for putting things in…"
I was soaked, and somehow I was sweating on top of it. No matter how much I cooled down, I couldn't stop the sweat.
"Can you lift your hips a little?"
"Fuck… nnngh…"
"Oh… oh. It's actually hot in there."
"Ah— euh."
My scalp prickled like it was cramping. Face planted in the floor, I clenched my useless hands into fists. I'd never felt my hands physically curl up from pure mortification before.
"Nngh… nngh…"
"Okay, it's not going in easily."
"Then why…"
"We've got lube. I'll just use that."
Maybe I'd taught this guy too much. I'd only shown him the lube for jerking off, and now he was putting it to full creative use. After all those times he'd gone at it, forgetting lube even existed was never really an option.
"This is so fucking awful…"
If it had been the front, I could have at least grit my teeth and gotten through it. Doing it from behind, there was no pleasure — just pure endurance until I hit a wall. I felt like I'd slammed into a physical limit. My eyes went hollow.
I slumped my shoulders and let out a long breath. After roughly drying my hair, I stepped out to find Song Haneul had cleared a bunch of stuff off to one side. He squirted lube into his palm and worked it thickly over a stick-shaped toy.
"Come here."
He crooked a finger. I really, truly did not want to go. The water was one thing, but the sensation of his finger was still lingering inside me — and now he wanted to put that in.
"…Haa."
Backing out now would be weird, though. I'd already gone through the whole "empty your bowels" ordeal with all that water. The thought of doing more after that made the road ahead look bleak.
"You look like the floor's about to swallow you."
"I wish it would."
"Whatever. Get on your stomach."
Song Haneul's mouth curved into a bright, interested smile. I pouted, then reluctantly leaned forward, hugging a pillow to my chest and lifting my hips just a little.
"Like this…?"
Part of me wanted it over fast. Another part desperately hoped nothing would go in at all. But Song Haneul wasn't about to stop now, so I was already half resigned.
The wet sound of lube being worked made me hypersensitive. My ears pricked toward every slick noise. Squish. Squish. And with that sound, his finger pushed inside again.
The touch circling my entrance made my hips twitch. Then the cold sensation started working its way in. Clenching did nothing. He was forcing his finger in along with the lube, packing it deeper.
"Ah — cold…"
"Cold? Makes sense. I rubbed it on purpose."
"Where did you even learn—"
"Watched a video."
"You're insane…"
Who the hell teaches people that kind of thing?
"Going in."
"W-wait!"
"What? What?"
"Are you… actually putting it in?"
"Should I put it in fake?"
The reflexive comeback made me bite down hard on my lip.
"No, I mean — how far are we going today… If we do this today, we're swapping bodies after, right?"
"We've gotta go all the way to sex."
"You're putting it in the back?"
I was so floored I started to push myself up — but Song Haneul's hand showed no mercy. With a firm push, the small rod slid deep inside.
The sensation of my insides being shoved aside and stretched made me slam my face back down. My belly clenched, but no matter how badly my body wanted to expel it, the thing just kept stirring around inside. Beads studded its length, and every back-and-forth motion dragged that bumpy texture through me.
"What, you thought we were just gonna fiddle with toys and call it a day?"
"That should've been— enough— ah… nngh."
My head was spinning.
"It's really tight. Two fingers might be pushing it, huh?"
"It's your body — what if it stretches out…"
If I let my guard down for even a second, I was sure I'd start drooling. I was barely holding on, terrified my consciousness might cut out at any moment.
"A little bit is fine. And look how tiny this thing is."
"Hnn… yeah. Ugh, it feels… weird."
"Damn, look how snug it is."
Watching him marvel at his own body's reactions left me with nothing to say. The stick churned inside, smearing lube everywhere. Wet, squelching sounds filled the air. Even when I clenched, the slick mess just clung and refused to come out — it only stirred deeper.
"Nngh…"
Even as the short toy pulled free, it dragged a rough, rattling stimulation all the way out. It popped free, but the foreign feeling of leftover lube still nagged at me. I'd just washed, and it wasn't even hot out, yet I was sweating again.
"Alright, then this…"
"H-huh?"
I didn't even get a second to catch my breath before something tapped against me. I twisted around in shock — and there, already in Song Haneul's hand, was a tail. Completely different from the stick before. Short, but attached to a thick, curved bead. He was nudging that thing against me, ready to push it in, and my eyes went wide.
My hips tried to escape. There was nowhere to go.
"Nngh— ugh— ohh… hnnngh!"
Thud. Thud.
Two hard pushes and I thought my lower back would seize up. Every muscle in my body convulsed.
"It's in. Try standing up."
"I-it hurts…"
It genuinely hurt — tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. The tail plugged into my ass didn't move on my command, and just having it there restricted every motion until I was stuck in an awkward half-crouch. Sitting properly was impossible.
Something that big lodged inside made my whole belly feel packed full. My face was completely out of my control, like my body was melting. The threat of more spasms just made me more irritated.
Did we really have to go this far? I settled into a clumsy kneel. On my knees I could at least sit somehow — but every time the tail brushed the bed and rubbed gently, the part inside me ground against my insides.
"Nngh…"
"Cute."
Whether he knew what it was doing to me or not, Song Haneul slid a headband onto my head. All I felt was a mild pressure at my temples; I couldn't see what it looked like. He hummed through his nose, smiling.
It's your body, you idiot.
I wanted to say it out loud. I didn't. Instead I glared at him, wondering why anyone would put their own body through this kind of abuse.
He clapped his hands and went looking for his phone.
"God, you're actually so cute."
"Hey. Hey. Don't take pictures."
"It's my body. Why not?"
"…Convenient how it's only your body right now, huh?"
After digging around in there to his heart's content, suddenly it was his body and he could do whatever he wanted. The sheer opportunism of it made my blood boil.
"Yep."
And Song Haneul was even more shameless than I'd given him credit for. I sat there speechless, completely blank, as a shutter click went off right in front of my face.
"Do a meow-meow."
"Like hell."
"If you do, what should I give you?"
"Swap bodies and I'll think about it."
I twitched the corner of my mouth, fishing for an opening. Honestly, going all the way to anal sex felt like a hard no, so this was basically me floating a counter-offer.
"Then never mind. Don't meow."
"Ah, why?!"
"I wasn't that curious."
"You just want the sex more, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"You are so shameless… Let's swap and then do it."
"The ass is a little…"
This bastard.
"Are you out of your mind? You don't want to, so you're dumping it on me?"
"You like it too, though. Having sex in a girl's body."
"No I don't? Someone hearing that would think I'm some kind of pervert."
"Look — you're wet."
"Ah — don't touch!"
"Still gonna say you don't like it?"
Between the tail grinding inside me and all the stimulation, yeah — down there was damp. Song Haneul rubbing it with his lube-slicked hand only made it look worse.
"You put lube on it and then act like this."
"Ah. Guess we can't do the back today."
"Getting this far in a single day is already insane…"
My head was boiling. Song Haneul looked half-resigned for a second — then his eyes snapped wide and he shoved me flat onto my back.
"Ugh!"
He climbed over my flipped body and grabbed the tail. The tail itself had no sensation, but the connected part of my ass lit up and twitched hard.
"I can't wait."
"Th-then wait."
"I'm putting it in."
"Don't — I said don't—? Hiiieeugh…!!"
I thrashed and struggled with everything I had. It didn't matter. He had me pinned.