This Doesn't Make Sense... How Do I Even Put It In...?
This, this doesn't make sense...? How the hell am I supposed to put this in...?!
It was the first time I'd ever drunk so much. And naturally, it was also the first time I'd gotten completely wasted. The moment I drank some water and the buzz faded was only brief. The moment I lay down comfortably on the bed, that sickening soju aftertaste came surging back up my throat.
"Hnnng..."
Even though I didn't get drunk easily, I still hated the taste of soju. I'd only chugged it down one after another because of that strange, bet-like atmosphere.
"Haah... haa..."
My breathing grew rough from the nausea. But my moans weren't just from the alcohol.
"Mmm... shingiha-nee..."
It was Park Ah-young. Her hand was kneading and playing with my lower body like it was some kind of toy.
"...Even when it's like this... it gets this big, huh..."
Her slurred tongue made it obvious she wasn't in her right mind. She was just as drunk as I was—maybe even more so. Or perhaps she'd simply lost herself while admiring my cock. Either way, even through the heavy fog of alcohol, I could clearly feel Park Ah-young's hand gripping my shaft. Those slender fingers, the tight squeeze, the soft puffs of breath she let out—it all seemed to brighten the darkness around us.
The room was still pitch black, but it wasn't just my imagination. The heat churning in my lower belly was definitely my own lust. It burned so intensely that it felt like my entire body would cook from the inside.
"Ah... it just twitched again, didn't it..."
Of course it had. No matter how muddled my head was, the hand exploring my body belonged to Park Ah-young. Her movements were clumsy and inexperienced, yet more than enough to stir me up. I was young, after all—my blood ran hot, and even the slightest brush from a woman made my cock twitch. But this wasn't a brush. She was outright gripping it, kneading and rubbing it, the warmth of her palm sending shivers racing up the back of my neck.
My body was a furnace of arousal, completely beyond my control.
"...Even while sleeping, it reacts, huh..."
Her voice carried a note of genuine surprise. At that short remark, I found myself bucking my hips, thighs tensing hard.
"...Ugh, Eun-ji does this too... oh my..."
The sudden mention of that name from Park Ah-young's lips made my cock bob and sway up and down.
"Sh-shingiha-ne... it's like... it's alive..."
Park Ah-young kept murmuring her impressions, yet her hand never once loosened its tight grip on my shaft.
"Haa, ha... hnnng..."
Her breathing grew quicker, filling the narrow, dark bed with the sound of it.
"...So I just put it in here? R-right here...?"
Her curiosity didn't end there. A soft rustling sound tickled my ears, followed by the unmistakable noise of her stroking something.
"Kkhh..."
She let out a strained whimper, as if holding something back, and her grip on my cock tightened even more.
"Kyaaht...!"
It was a moan that could almost pass for a scream—short, thick, and lewd, spilling from Park Ah-young's lips.
"...I'm going crazy... How the hell do I even put this in...?"
She finally let go of my cock. Even while writhing, I couldn't help feeling disappointed. I'd wanted her to keep going, just a little more. This felt different from Park Eun-ji, and my heart pounded with anticipation.
"Haah... haaa..."
She let out a deep sigh. The bed quickly grew hot from some unknown heat radiating between us.
"Just checking... how far it goes in... j-just checking, that's all..."
Her muttering made no sense at first. But I didn't have to wait long to understand what she meant.
"Hnn... hup...!"
Suddenly, I felt a heavy weight settle over me. The pressure on my stomach told me someone had climbed on top.
"Haa..."
And of course, that someone was Park Ah-young. Even a person deep in sleep would have woken up from this, but the drunk Park Ah-young didn't care in the slightest.
"Aah... aa..."
The hand I'd missed was back, gripping my cock once more. I cracked my eyes open just a sliver to check the situation. Park Ah-young was sitting on my stomach, her back facing me, shoulders trembling slightly.
"Hnnng..."
This time, she wasn't just holding it. She pulled my cock toward her body and pressed it against something.
"Whoa..."
My twitching cock throbbed at the unfamiliar sensation. What brushed against it was definitely fabric. And beneath that, the soft, trembling sensation against my tip was unmistakably Park Ah-young's lower belly. She was pressing my cock against her stomach, measuring it with her hands.
"...Gulp. This... this doesn't make sense...? How the hell do I put this in...?!"
Park Ah-young suddenly cried out in shock. She flung my cock away and scrambled down, flopping back onto her original spot on the bed.
"Crazy bitch... no, wait... is she sane?! How the hell is anyone supposed to put that in...?"
She kept muttering nonsense to herself. It didn't take me long to piece together what she meant.
"Park Eun-ji... I don't even know what to say. This is ridiculous..."
Grumbling, Park Ah-young seemed to remember she'd pulled my pants down. She sat up again and started tugging my underwear and pants back up.
"Kkhh! Kkhhng...!"
I resisted, tensing my body so it felt like I was fused to the bed, leaving no gap.
"...Ah, why... won't it go up...?"
Park Ah-young grew flustered. I could feel her hot gaze burning into my lower body.
"Ah, come on! Go up already...!"
She snapped in irritation. Watching her like this, I couldn't help but notice how similar she and Park Eun-ji really were, and my lips twitched.
"Uh, uh-oh!"
I lifted one leg. Since I had zero intention of helping her, I simply let it drop right over her.
"Aah, wh-what are you doooing...!"
Like stuffing a giant pillow between my legs, I pulled Park Ah-young right into my crotch. Then I wrapped both legs around her like snakes, coiling tight.
"Ugh, h-heavy..."
She struggled to push my legs off, but with me deliberately resisting, there was nothing she could do.
"Ah, it's touching..."
What's more, my pants and underwear were still rolled down. They'd only made it up to my thighs, leaving my cock completely exposed and standing stiff. It poked and prodded at Park Ah-young with every movement. I even rocked my hips a little, rubbing against her.
"...Move! I said it's heavy!"
She used every ounce of strength she had, desperately trying to escape. But that was all she could do. Park Ah-young remained trapped in my embrace, face-to-face with my bare, erect cock.
"Haa, ha... hnnng... Seriously... you've got the worst sleeping habits..."
I tried sending her a subtle signal that I was awake. But whether from the alcohol or sheer stubbornness, she still believed I was asleep. Even after all this.
Pat, pat.
"Good boy? Our Do-hyun~ Let's sleep nicely, okay?"
She patted the legs wrapped around her waist, like she was soothing a child.
"That's it, good job~"
I relaxed my legs, letting them go limp. They slid off the bed in an instant.
"Phew... Now I can breathe..."
Looking relieved, Park Ah-young grabbed my underwear again and pulled it up. This time, I didn't resist. Soon my pants followed, returning to their proper place. The only problem was that my erection had been forcibly stuffed inside, making the front uncomfortably tight.
"...There, sleep well."
She gave my thigh a couple of proud pats. Then, perhaps unable to resist the obvious bulge, her fingertips brushed over my cock one last time.
Thud.
"Haa..."
Park Ah-young collapsed back onto her spot, looking completely drained.
"...Park Eun-ji... is seriously amazing..."
Her muttering continued for a moment. Then one of my arms swung toward her.
"...Kyaaht!?"
It was just a restless movement, like someone shifting in their sleep. My arm stretched out and landed right beneath Park Ah-young's breasts.
"Wh-what, what is it...?"
"Hnnng, haaa..."
"...Y-you're really asleep, right? Huh?"
My arm had landed in the perfect spot. The soft, plush sensation of her breast pressed against the back of my hand, and my cock twitched on its own again.
"......Why are your sleeping habits this bad...?"
Park Ah-young simply chalked it up to bad habits. Which made sense—she thought I was blackout drunk and wouldn't remember any of this. Maybe she'd even get a little rougher with me, just like before.
"Kyaa, kyaaht!"
This time, the sensation was completely different from before. Contrary to how they looked, her breasts were surprisingly soft and full, filling my palm completely.