Oh, You Were Calling Me
I plucked a condom from the little box. The moment I actually tried to put it on, I hesitated—what if I fumbled and dropped the whole thing?
“Hey. I, uh… I don’t know how to put this on…”
My tense hands clutched the rubber. I knew it was supposed to go on a cock, but it still wasn’t easy, so I kept glancing for cues. Having to handle everything myself felt like a real burden.
Song Haneul, though, had no intention of cutting me any slack. He just watched with a bored look.
“What. You’ve never put one on before?”
“No, I have, but… it feels like I’m doing it for someone else.”
“Just try it.”
Still, there was always the what-if.
“…What if I drop it?”
“Then you’ll go buy another one. You.”
“Ah.”
So if I failed, I’d have to head back out and buy more.
Anyway, how was I supposed to put it on?
When I did it alone I could just duck my head and reach, but doing it for someone else left me with no mental picture of the right posture.
My hesitant hand kept holding the rubber while I snuck another glance.
“Lie down.”
“Can’t I just put it on like this?”
Song Haneul sat perched on the edge of the bed, making it clear he wasn’t going to make this easy just because I asked.
With no choice but to lean right over him, I behaved myself.
I got on my knees the same way I’d rubbed my chest against him and settled into place. I stroked the cock lightly until it was fully hard, then rolled the condom on.
The veins branching downward, the throbbing shape—looking at it head-on was enough to make anyone shrink back.
When I looked down at it normally it was one thing, but from this angle it really did look violent. I never thought the day would come when I’d find my own disgusting.
“Done. Now what do I do.”
There was still a little hesitation. Part of me didn’t want to get swept away like this.
In a corner of my mind sat the question: Can I even keep from getting swept away?
Either way we had to cooperate, but Song Haneul attaching extra conditions to the conditions for meeting the original conditions was starting to get on my nerves.
Is this what I asked for?
No way. If it was going to end at this, he never would have brought it up in the first place.
“When I lie down, you get on top.”
“If that was the plan, you could’ve just lain down from the start.”
I glared daggers at him, but Song Haneul didn’t care in the slightest. He swung his legs up onto the bed.
He had the gown on, but it wasn’t doing anything as clothing—his whole body was on full display.
I was the same. The already-sagging gown hung open like a coat as I awkwardly climbed up.
Feeling the soft give of the mattress under my knees, I carefully settled over Song Haneul’s body.
I planted myself around his groin, near the thighs, and the cock pressed right up against my lower belly. Just that was enough to make me feel how deep it would go, and a moan slipped out before I could stop it.
An awkward crouch. I stretched a hand to Song Haneul’s stomach just to keep myself steady.
It felt pretty hard. I kept shifting and adjusting, clumsy as hell.
“Hah.”
“Feel good?”
“Yeah… it does.”
“…Geez.”
Look at him smiling and saying it feels good even now.
With the cock right in front of me I brought my fingers down. The sensation of them pushing into my crotch made my spine twitch. A faint chill started at the small of my back and set my whole body tingling.
Thinking about preparing myself to take this thing made me feel somehow filthy.
I’d already been flushed and circulating faster from rubbing my chest against him, but the heat was climbing harder now. Swallowing hot breaths, I worked my fingers into the hole until sticky fluid coated them.
“Getting good at masturbating now, huh?”
“…This is… because of you…”
I’d been living in Song Haneul’s body for about three months now. At first the height and the length of the arms and legs had felt completely wrong, but by this point it had adapted enough to feel almost like my own.
It would’ve been weirder if it hadn’t.
It wasn’t like we kept swapping back and forth; even after one or two changes we just settled into living this way.
“Hamin.”
“……”
“Song Hamin?”
“Ah—so you were calling me.”
I jerked my head up in surprise. Partly because I’d been so focused on touching myself that I hadn’t heard, and partly because for a second I simply hadn’t registered that he was calling my name, so I’d ignored it.
It was just the two of us; if he called anyone it had to be me. So why had I blanked out for that moment?
I blinked, hand still frozen, and looked at Song Haneul.
The expression on his face made me think, oh crap.
“You’re fully Song Haneul now.”
“…Being around Mom and Dad makes it more confusing.”
My parents called me “Song Haneul.”
The way the rest of the world looked at me was “Song Haneul” too.
I hadn’t wanted to show some weird face from the sense of disconnect, so I’d worked hard to get used to it. The result was getting mixed up like this—almost like I’d react even if Song Haneul himself called me Song Haneul.
Feeling strange for no good reason, I bit my lip. In a flash of irritation I rose up on my knees.
Lifting my sticky crotch was a little embarrassing, but if I was going to put it in I had no choice. The cock wasn’t about to politely tip its head for me.
“Can I put it in?”
“Yeah…”
I’d worked myself open with my fingers, but I still wasn’t sure about taking that thick cock.
I figured the pointed tip was made for sliding into somewhere narrow, so it should be doable—but whether I could handle the feeling of being spread open was another question entirely.
Right before I tried, I used my fingers to open the entrance a little more.
I set it against the hole once, but the sensation felt off, so I lifted my hips again.
“Kiss?”
“Kiss my ass…”
He had a comment ready just because I’d touched the tip to the entrance and pulled back.
Chewing my lip, I lightly smeared the sticky fingers over the cock. We hadn’t brought any lube, so if I didn’t at least do this it was going to be dry and miserable.
“Ugh…”
Blood rushed to my face.
The posture—hips awkwardly lifted—was embarrassing on top of everything else. Shame mixed with the sensation I had to endure scrambled my thoughts. My breath turned hot; my heart hammered.
Just mixing bodies with the opposite sex was exciting enough on its own, but the fact that I was doing it with Song Haneul while wearing a woman’s body sent a weird chill through me.
Realizing all over again that we’d booked a suite just to hide this from Mom and Dad made the sense of transgression almost unreal.
My body was already going strange.
A woman’s body seemed heavily swayed by psychological factors too; it felt like I could come any second, as if it were already preparing for it.
There are big climaxes and small ones, sure, but coming this easily still felt a little unfair.
Squelch.
Rubbing it with love juice really did change the way it felt.
It no longer seemed like it wouldn’t go in from being too dry. It felt possible.
I squeezed my eyes shut at the sensation of flesh rubbing, trying to push inside.
“Hieuk—nngh—uuungh…”
Squelch. The hole opened and swallowed the cock at the same time the breath I’d been holding broke free in a moan. All I had to do was lower the hips I’d lifted, and even that wasn’t easy.
Every time I tried to hold still, strength flooded my thighs and they spasmed.
If I slipped even a little I was sure I’d cramp right there.
Squelch, squelch. Every rub produced lewd wet sounds that messed with my ears.
“Huu… huuuu—”
“Already came?”
“Not… yet.”
“It’s not all the way in.”
“……”
My belly already felt completely full. I thought I could take more if he told me to, but then I probably wouldn’t be able to stand it.
I was barely holding myself up with a hand on Song Haneul’s stomach, and now he wanted my hips all the way down? That was going to be rough.
Thinking only of lowering my hips while bending at the waist, I moved.
The rubbing sensation inside made my whole waist tremble.
Sweat beaded on my forehead.
My body temperature shot up; the heat was intense.
“Huff… huff…”
“Doing well on your own now. Can you rock your hips too?”
“…Wait—wait a sec. For real…”
“Oki.”
When I begged, Song Haneul actually waited.
Thankfully he didn’t start moving or anything.
The feeling of being filled past capacity, forced even fuller. Because of my own weight it had no intention of slipping free; it just kept constricting my breath.
The pressure pushing up from below making it hard to breathe wasn’t just my imagination.
“Move…?”
“Yeah.”
“How am I supposed to do this…”
Babbling, I looked around.
Unfortunately there was no answer key anywhere near me. I had to move based only on what I’d seen in porn videos, leaving the rest to imagination.
There were intense movements my current body simply couldn’t handle, so I compromised. Hands planted on that hard stomach, I gently lifted my hips. A wet sound accompanied the escape of the pressure that had been crushing my belly.
At the same time the head scraped lightly inside, creating a sensation like I was about to spill any second.
My neck went rigid; the back of my head trembled.
Eyes squeezed shut, I lowered myself again.
Squelch.
I’d worked so hard and it was still only one stroke out and in.
“Huuuuu…”
“Whoa. At this rate we’re gonna check out.”
“Shut… up…”
My vision swam like I was drunk.
I repeated my breathing and tried to clear my head as much as possible. When I finally thought I was okay again, I put force into both eyes.
I’ll make it go properly this time.
Thinking that, I lifted my hips again.
Thud! Thud! At first it felt like doing squats. Halfway through it became more like standing up and dropping back down. Because of that my belly rumbled even harder. The impact traveled through me and I flinched, coming in weak little waves.
Before long I was exhausted.
“Fuck…”
Only I was worn out. Song Haneul looked completely fine.
That difference pissed me off so much I bit my lip hard.
Even so, there was nothing I could do about it. I just hung my head.