I Won't Back Out
This was harder than squats.
Anyone doing crotch-aching squats would normally tap out after just a few reps.
I spat out sobbing moans and a string of curses, but Song Haneul didn't so much as flinch, wearing that same unimpressed look.
“What are you doing?”
The ending was so different from what I'd steeled myself for that bewilderment hit me hard. I trembled, wondering if I was the only one thrashing around this intensely.
“Haa, seriously…”
I felt so foul it made my scalp itch.
“Your stamina's garbage.”
“…Yeah, but.”
I glared at him, surging with emotion, as if daring him to come up with an alternative. Not that half-lidded eyes would scare him much. I waited for Song Haneul's answer, panting hard. He slightly raised his upper body, grabbed my waist, and gently pulled.
There wasn't much big movement, but the grinding, squelching sensation inside delivered a heavy jolt of stimulation. It felt lacking compared to actual thrusting, yet my body—already burning as hot as it could get—had no room left to quibble over big or small.
“You can just rock your hips gently like this.”
“Your tissue string is disgustingly long.”
“You're the short one. Only looking at what you've seen before?”
“…The dry spell was long.”
In the first place, living in a woman's body—and with Song Haneul trying to fuck me at every opportunity—there was zero reason to bother firing up videos.
“Excuses.”
“Yeah, you. It's your fault.”
After I snapped that, our faces were suddenly very close. The fact that our eyes locked from that distance left me speechless. Breaths almost touching. My mouth flapped open and shut.
Then the sensation of him grabbing my ass made my spine snap ramrod straight.
“Hieuk, what…!?”
“Felt like a kissing mood.”
“Bullshit, why would I with you.”
“I hate it too. Why with a mouth that just did a blowjob.”
“Ah, seriously.”
Every time I twisted my waist under those playful kneading hands on my ass, the cock buried deep scooped and ground inside me. Eventually Song Haneul couldn't hold back either; he grabbed my body and started bouncing me.
“Heuk! Wait, ah, ang, ang…!”
Against my will my body was lifted and dropped, plunging deep, and I felt my mind slipping. Every thud against my womb sent the sensation racing up my nerves to slam into my skull. My head went white at the same moment strength drained from my limbs. I grabbed whatever I could so I wouldn't fall—and that something was Song Haneul's shoulder.
At first burying my face and enduring had been fine, but as it went on even that became impossible, so I hugged him tight. It felt like I wouldn't survive otherwise.
“Do you like me that much?”
“Bullshit… taste, ah. Eung…!”
“For someone who says that, you're hugging pretty hard.”
“That's, you, ah, ang!”
He lifted me just like that and flipped us over. The moment my back hit the blanket, Song Haneul's body claimed the space above me and pressed down hard. With nowhere left to run, his hips started slamming with heavy thuds.
The stinging slap of flesh against my ass mixed with the way he began pounding inside so fast I couldn't keep my senses straight.
“Heuk, euk, eut, ah.”
“Huk, huk…”
His roughened breath circled my ear. The sensation made my ear go hypersensitive and twitch. A tingling heat flooded my lower belly and crotch, making me shudder.
“I'm coming…!”
“Me too, clothes, heuung…!!”
He pressed his body flush against mine as if he meant to cum inside, then trembled hard. The instant he came, my own climax locked my back rigid and set me shaking. Clinging to Song Haneul's body, I squeezed my eyes shut and simply waited for the aftershocks to finish rolling through.
After a long while my stiffened body finally loosened. The headache that had felt like a full cramp cleared at the same moment words reached me.
“When are you going to uncross your legs?”
“…Heu, heu… now… uncrossing.”
My awkward legs opened half-heartedly. Feeling awkward, I turned my head away. Panting hard, I tried to clear my mind.
Sitting up and then flopping straight down must have made me wrap around him for a second. The position had changed like a roll, so it just happened by accident. Couldn't help it.
Couldn't help it.
Creak. The cock that pulled free, crushing the flesh inside on the way out, had a half-peeled condom dangling from the tip. The heavy, sagging lump of semen made my breath stop. Even the first round I'd thought he came a lot, but seeing still this much left me stunned too.
He casually pulled it off and tied the end like a water balloon. Then he held the slightly sticky cock out toward me.
“Clean it a bit.”
“No.”
I said that, but there was no escaping. Song Haneul moved up toward my head and offered it casually. I whipped my face away, only for him to grab my hair and tug lightly.
“Ah, fuck…”
I had no idea why he was asking me to clean a cum-stained cock. The fact that he clearly wanted it done with my mouth made me hate it even more.
“You hate everything, everything. Ugh.”
When he said that, my body flinched. I hated the slippery feel, the lumpy texture—what the hell was I supposed to do? Knowing that refusing everything would sour Song Haneul's mood, I flapped my mouth open. My head tried to turn the other way, but my tongue peeked out and slowly headed toward it.
Seeing that, the almost-disappointed look on Song Haneul's face gradually smoothed out.
“You'll do it?”
“You asked me to…”
“Hehe.”
The second I agreed he got happy again and thrust his hips forward. The cock pressed close reeked of that fishy smell. A hated stench that made me want to gag stabbed straight into my nose. Holding my breath as hard as I could and squeezing my eyes shut, I stuck out my tongue and felt the hard flesh. My tongue rode over the slippery coating on the outside. It wasn't just being pushed away—it felt like it was coming into my mouth—and for a second I nearly gagged.
“Uek…”
“There's still some left.”
I whipped my head away and covered my mouth. I shook my head in pure disgust, but Song Haneul, clearly not letting go now that he'd started, pushed the cock further in. Under the rough assault my face just got rubbed until it finally reached my mouth.
“Cough, cough! Because of you I swallowed…!”
Even while thrashing, a sudden thump against my face made me squeeze my eyes shut. It stung exactly like a real slap to the cheek, so I stared at Song Haneul with absurd eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“Ah, sorry.”
Song Haneul looked a little sheepish too, letting out an awkward laugh.
“I did it all, get lost.”
Even sticking my tongue out like I was about to throw up, I'd already swallowed everything; only spit was left in my mouth. It had only been a little that got on, not much, but just the fact it had gone inside left me queasy and in a foul mood.
Song Haneul wiped himself off on the blanket and shifted positions.
“Phew, let's rest a bit. How much time passed? Didn't take long.”
He got up first, checked the time, then tapped my leg. I glanced over. The moment I saw one condom still left in Song Haneul's hand, I somehow resigned myself without realizing it.
Ah. He's going to fuck me again.
Well, maybe that had been the predetermined sequence all along. I'd known to some degree. But actually doing this again made me wonder whether my stamina would hold.
I exhaled like someone giving up. After a little time passed, Song Haneul—condom already on—approached again.
“This is the last one.”
“You're not telling me to go buy more, right?”
“Planning to end with this today. Since you probably can't do more.”
He has some sense.
…I thought.
This bastard really likes forcing it.
“Euk! Euk…!”
I got fucked with my face buried in the pillow. To be precise, as if he were raping me, Song Haneul's hand was pressing down hard on the back of my head. His body, almost flush against mine, moved with heavy thuds, his pubic bone slamming into my ass. The stinging heat mixed with the agony of not being able to breathe properly made my head go strange.
“So fucking tight, seriously…!”
Song Haneul's excited movements only grew more intense. I didn't want to know the real reason he'd said I probably couldn't do more. If I'd known I'd find out like this, I would have run for it much earlier.
“Ah, fuck.”
He'd casually choked my neck and grabbed my arms hard enough that marks were left here and there. Same for my chest. I couldn't see them myself, but since he'd grabbed and spanked my ass, there were probably handprints there too. I couldn't understand leaving traces everywhere like some animal.
“Wow, didn't do much but feels good.”
“Won't you swap bodies?”
Now that we'd done everything, it was time to get to the main point. After going this far there was no reason not to swap bodies back. He avoided my gaze as if looking around the room thick with that fishy smell. Getting heated at that attitude, I counted on my fingers one by one.
“I did it with my chest, with my mouth too, I rode on top, licked the cum-stained one. This much should be enough!”
Reciting what I'd done out loud was embarrassing, but if I didn't say it like this Song Haneul wouldn't acknowledge it. I stared at him with veins standing out on my neck, panting, appealing with my whole body to swap already.
“You didn't do what I asked for.”
“…When did I?”
“What I wanted was the ass and the neck.”
“Hey… honestly this time was satisfying enough.”
“If we're going to do it this mild, we need a few more rounds. If it's you doing it, I'll end after receiving this two more times.”
My mouth corner twitched. Mildly two more times? Even if the initiative was on Song Haneul's side… No—compared to developing the neck and ass, it was nothing. Anyway similar time and effort would go into it. Thinking that way, it might be doable without trouble before January.
“Really two times? No, give me a solid number.”
“…Two times.”
“When, when. Finish before January.”
“Since it's December… Christmas and year-end. Mom and Dad will probably go out then.”
It was also when the two of them rested, and even if they didn't run into each other much their relationship was good.
“Keep the promise then?”
“You keep it. Always backing out of what you were doing.”
“…That's, that's.”
I was speechless. That part really had been my fault, so the anger that had been rising just turned awkwardly embarrassing. I scratched my awkward nape.
“I won't back out now.”