Desperately
I lifted my head, still clutching the pillow.
My body jolted and rocked with every forced thrust. The plug already buried in my ass had my senses scrambled; now, with him pounding into me on top of it, everything inside felt churned into chaos.
The sensation of two thick shafts grinding against each other through a single thin wall of flesh was something no words could capture.
I wasn’t the only one losing my mind—Song Haneul gripped the tail and whipped it back and forth with wild abandon.
“Ghk—hngh—ugh…”
The plug lodged inside me was thick and ridged, refusing to slip free easily. Even when I clenched my stomach, it stayed stubbornly in place, defying every urge to push it out.
Every time it did, Haneul let out an unrestrained groan of pure awe.
“Holy shit, it’s so tight. Fucking insane…”
“W-wait—hngh—pull it out… pull it out…!”
I managed to force the words out through a flood of sweat. The stimulation was far too much. There was no way I could simply endure it.
Even one hole was enough to send me over the edge in seconds; adding the relentless prodding of an unfamiliar entrance made my mind blank out almost instantly.
“Hnn—ngh! Ah!”
Every deep thrust ground against my intestines. The doubled foreign pressure filled my belly to bursting, and my eyes began to glaze over.
This wasn’t something a person could adapt to.
“Haa… I’m losing it. For real…”
“Hngh. Ghk.”
Even thrashing around had become too exhausting. My body hung limp, yet my lower half kept tensing on its own, as if every scrap of strength I had left was being dragged straight down there.
Orgasm hit me again and again. No matter how hard I tried to hold on, all I got was a splitting headache. A scorching heat started at the base of my spine and raced up my back like an electric current. Sparks flashed behind my eyes; the burning sensation wrapped around my entire body. Once it swallowed me, all I could do was go rigid and tremble.
Resistance was impossible.
“Huff, huff.”
Haneul’s ragged moans filled my ears. The rough, masculine sounds sent a chill down my spine. I tried to turn my head away in panic, but there was nowhere left to escape.
Pinned to the floor, unable even to move my legs properly, I could only take it as Haneul grew even more violent. He slammed down with his full weight, driving deep while the tail scraped mercilessly along my insides. I climaxed in an instant.
“Hnnngh!”
He buried himself to a place no finger could ever reach, then yanked free. Even the way the head dragged over every ridge on the way out was pure stimulation. My hips jerked as juice spilled out.
At the same moment, the cock that had pulled free spurted thick ropes of cum. Silent, heavy drops landed on my hair and back.
“Crazy bitch…”
Even through my sobbing, the last shred of reason I still clung to cursed Haneul. We’d bought condoms, yet he’d gone in raw. My stomach dropped. No wonder the sensation had felt completely different. I’d thought the tail had just scrambled my senses and I’d misread it.
No matter how much lube you use, bare and rubber still feel different.
“Haa… You’ve really lost it.”
“…You’re the one who’s lost it.”
Sweat poured down my face as I closed my eyes. I had no strength left to change positions, and no desire to do anything more. I simply twitched, riding out the aftershocks.
The plug was still buried in my ass, making me clench and flutter. Watching from behind, Haneul stretched out a hand. The moment he grabbed it, I felt it even without nerves—because the slightest tremor traveled straight into my hips.
“Why… again.”
“Just… feels like a waste.”
“Haa.”
Of course. Where else would that libido go? He’d been holding back for days; it was all about to burst. Like a dam finally cracking under the weight of too much water—more than I could possibly handle.
“Hamin.”
“…What.”
“Do the cat thing even when Mom’s not around.”
“No.”
I answered flatly.
“Whyyy.”
“Would you do it if you were me?”
“Tch. Would it kill you to play along a little?”
Where does he even get these ridiculous ideas.
“Just switch bodies already… You went in raw, so you should be satisfied.”
“I bought the condoms for the anal stuff.”
“Doesn’t mean you have to use them only there.”
“Well, yeah, but…”
I almost got tongue-tied for a second, but I managed to bat it away. The fact that my brain was so fried I nearly lost to that logic gave me chills.
“Just… take it out already. …Let go.”
I fumbled, trying to reach back toward my ass, but Haneul held on and refused to release me. The position made it impossible to pull the plug free myself; my outstretched hand just hung there awkwardly.
“Such a waste.”
Schlick.
The lubed plug came free with a wet sound. Even my exhausted body clenched hard in response to the sensation of it leaving, hard enough that I half-wondered if I was growing abs.
Ploop. Then, with a soft rush of air, it was shoved right back in.
My body curled like a shrimp at the betrayal of all that effort. Face buried in the pillow, I let out a broken moan.
“Auuugh…!!”
A sensation nowhere near orgasm flooded every nerve. Having something forced into a place it should never enter was simply more than I could take.
Schlick, schlick!
He worked it in and out like he was fucking me with a cock, rocking it front to back. Every time, it felt like my belly was being violated against my will, and my vision swam.
“You feel it in your ass too?”
“It’s not—feeling—it’s—! Hngh!”
I gasped and my mouth fell open. Spit drooled freely through the gap I couldn’t close.
“But you’re dripping juice.”
Haneul didn’t seem tired of it at all; he kept gripping the tail and shaking it for what felt like forever. He only stopped once I was nearly collapsed, every last bit of strength drained from my body—then he yanked it free with a wet pop.
The lube that had been inside oozed out in thick strands, trailing down my thighs. The hole felt slightly open and twitching; I was pretty sure that wasn’t just my imagination, because I could still feel more gel leaking out.
“Hnnn, nngh, ah. Auu.”
The heavy foreign pressure still sat deep in my belly no matter how hard I tried to will it away. My helpless hands clenched hard around my own ass, desperately trying to scatter the sensation even a little.
Time slipped past in a blur.
Four hours felt short. Part of it was that I’d come in early and killed time, but once Haneul arrived most of it had been spent groaning and thrashing, so the whole stretch felt like a haze.
I sniffled and exhaled; a faint white puff of breath appeared. December was creeping closer.
“…He never did switch us back.”
The regret was clear in his voice as he headed home first. We really needed to swap soon so my senses could settle again. Spending the rest of the time until January like this felt… off.
I had no idea what Haneul was thinking, which made it hard to even try coaxing or offering alternatives.
My ass still throbbed. I’d definitely taken the plug out, yet it felt like something was still inside, and the awareness made me tense up. Every step came out a little twisted and strange.
“You’re back?”
“…Yes.”
I walked in with my bag and found Mom already home.
“Hamin said he had plans with friends and went out. Let’s just eat dinner, the two of us.”
“Oh, really? Okay.”
“What do you want? Mom’s in the mood for Korean, but pasta’s fine too.”
“Korean’s good. Something with grilled meat…”
“Then order for us, will you?”
“Yes.”
Thank god I’d washed again after we finished. If I hadn’t, she definitely would have gotten suspicious. First time might be forgivable, but raw? Haneul was clearly out of his mind.
Just because he finished outside didn’t mean everything was fine.
Every time I sat down the residual stimulation in my ass was hard to ignore. I groaned and clenched, then finally gave up and flopped onto the bed. I hadn’t been able to lie down properly the whole time the tail was in, after all.
I narrowed my eyes and tapped the screen. I shook my head at Haneul’s complete nonsense.
He’s laughing?
A brief silence, then the phone buzzed again.
I felt a flash of irritation, then decided to let it go. That was just how he was.
“I ordered.”
I told Mom, then sprawled out starfished on the floor. Spreading my arms and opening my chest, I took a few deep breaths and felt a little calmer.
Not long after, the delivery arrived. We ate the simple spread and cleared it away. Suspicion only goes so far; Mom didn’t keep giving me looks or anything. I was still watching her carefully, but sometimes silence was better.
She’s just suspicious of “Song Hamin” right now, I thought, and felt a small twinge of regret. I was frustrated too, but looking at the situation alone I couldn’t really claim I had a right to be.
“There’s a lot of yogurt. Did my daughter buy these?”
“…Uh, yes. You can have one if you want.”
“Really? I’ll have some later. I’m full right now.”
Come to think of it, I’d bought those yesterday. Looking at them now, I really had gone overboard. Dairy doesn’t keep that long either.
…I should probably eat some myself.
I’ll grab one when Mom does.
After a long moment of hesitation I picked one up beside Mom while she watched TV and ate it. Scraping it out with a little teaspoon actually felt pretty good. I’d thought I didn’t like that sour edge, but once I started it was weirdly addictive.
I was still chewing my way through a couple more when Haneul came home.
“I’m back.”
“Did you eat?”
“Kinda.”
“Why only kinda.”
While talking with Mom, Haneul spotted the yogurt I’d been eating and let out a snicker.
“…….”
That’s not why I’m eating it, okay.
I glared daggers and desperately denied it with everything I had.