2-on-1 Bondage Play (2)
When the surroundings brightened once more, I barely managed to open my eyes and look around.
What... what the hell? It was broad daylight just a moment ago... What's going on?
I was so confused that I couldn't collect my thoughts for a long while, just staring blankly in every direction.
But something felt off about this room. The wallpaper color and furniture arrangement were completely different from the room I'd been in just moments before.
Even stranger was how familiar this room felt.
"...Eh... No way..."
I suddenly remembered where this room was and sprang up from where I lay.
Clank.
...Clank? What... what is this?
But even when I put all my strength into sitting up, my body only rose about halfway.
Only then did I realize that my arms and legs were tightly bound to the bed with iron chains, like a prisoner being drawn and quartered.
They were thick, sturdy chains that made the flimsy rope Ayoung had used to tie me to the chair earlier look like nothing in comparison.
"What... what the hell! What's going on! Hello! Is anyone there? Hello!"
As I thrashed about in a panic and shouted, a reply suddenly came from right above my head.
"Long time no see, huh? This room. Welcome back."
It was a voice I hadn't heard in nearly ten years, yet it was as vivid as if I'd heard it just yesterday.
I froze mid-movement and slowly turned my head.
There, as expected, was Yumin.
Yumin looked exactly as I remembered her. Pale face, slender build, transparent eyes, and the school uniform she'd been wearing right up until she died.
I swallowed hard and barely managed to raise myself halfway so I could face her.
"........"
I tried to say something, but my lips wouldn't move. My mind had gone completely blank.
Yumin looked at my ashen face with clear amusement and let out a soft chuckle.
"Heh heh... Look at that expression. Did I startle you that badly? Well, I suppose you would be surprised. To you, I've been a dead girl for ten years."
Her completely nonchalant attitude only threw me into deeper confusion.
"...Y-you... are you a g-ghost?"
"Heeh... After ten years, the first thing you say to me is that? Asking if I'm a ghost?"
Yumin pouted in dissatisfaction and grumbled, then laced her fingers behind her head and flopped down beside me.
"...Am I a ghost? Honestly, I don't really know either. Maybe I am, maybe I'm not."
As she spoke, she spread her palm and studied it carefully, as if trying to confirm whether she herself was a phantom.
I swallowed again and carefully asked in a still-trembling voice,
"...How... how is this possible? Back then you clearly..."
"Died, right? Heh heh... No. The one who died that day wasn't me."
Yumin said that, then rolled onto her side and began lightly tracing the tip of her finger over my chained body, as if tickling me.
"Hah... nngh... khh..."
"...Fufu, still as ticklish as ever. Remember? When we were kids and had tickle-endurance contests, I always won. That one time you got so desperate to beat me that you went for my sides and ended up grabbing my chest, and the whole mood just died. Keke..."
Yumin covered her mouth and giggled to herself as if lost in a fond memory.
Looking at her like that, she was every bit the young, immature high-school girl. Of course that was only her appearance—essentially she was the same age as me.
I certainly didn't have the leisure to laugh along with her. I still couldn't make sense of the situation I was in at all.
I looked around frantically and muttered in a dazed voice,
"...I-I was definitely... with Ayoung just now..."
Then, suddenly, the last thing I'd said to Ayoung came back to me, and I froze.
...Try guessing my real name, sunbae.
My eyes went wide as I stared at Yumin lying beside me and shouted,
"...You... are you Ayoung? Has Ayoung been you this whole time?"
"Did you call for me, sunbae?"
Right then another familiar voice came from behind me, and I flinched and whipped my head around.
There stood Ayoung—the Ayoung I knew, with her tanned skin and healthy, athletic body—hands on her hips and a bright smile on her face.
I lost the ability to speak and just stared blankly at her. Yumin jabbed my cheek with her finger, sounding put out.
"Hey, isn't that a bit much? Your friend you haven't seen in ten years is right next to you, and you're just staring a hole through some other girl?"
"...Stop. Just stop."
At last I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. Then I slowly opened them again, glared at Yumin, and muttered low,
"Enough with the games. Explain properly. What the hell is going on? What are you and Ayoung, really?"
Yumin smiled, nodded leisurely, and crossed her arms over her meager chest as she murmured,
"There's not much to explain. The truth is simple. You—come here."
When Yumin beckoned and gave the order, Ayoung's face suddenly went blank like an empty doll, and she obediently approached.
Yumin gently stroked the head of the girl who was staring at the floor with vacant eyes and said,
"...This one is the second life I chose. A new vessel to hold my soul. See how well she listens?
Of course she does. Ayoung is another me that I newly created."
"...Th-that's... what kind of ridiculous..."
Then, looking at Yumin and Ayoung standing side by side, I suddenly realized they were exact opposites.
Yumin with skin so pale it was almost white, and Ayoung with skin tanned dark by the sun.
Yumin with her frail, delicate frame, and Ayoung with her voluptuous, statuesque body.
Yumin so weak she couldn't even finish a hundred-meter dash alone, and Ayoung the former track athlete from the physical education department.
Yumin with her extremely introverted, passive personality, and Ayoung with her outgoing nature that let her become friends with anyone in no time.
It was as if someone had deliberately picked out only the things Yumin never had in life and stuffed them all in.
That was exactly why the idea that Ayoung and Yumin were the same person had never even crossed my mind until now.
Yumin toyed with Ayoung's body for a while the way one might play with a jointed doll, then shoved her away as if bored.
Then she suddenly looked down at me, bound hand and foot, licked her lips, and broke into a sinister smile.
"...Well, I don't need this second body anymore anyway. After all, you came walking right into my room yourself. No more need for all that hard stalking.
Here, you're going to live with me forever. You can never escape anywhere. Forever and ever, you're mine. Got it?"
As she spoke, Yumin slowly leaned in and began undoing the zipper of my pants.
I flinched in shock, face flushing, and urgently shouted,
"W-wait a second...! But Ayoung clearly said she first met me five years ago at the arcade! If Ayoung is you, why would she say that...?"
Yumin's small hand stopped just short of taking hold of my cock through my underwear, then she shrugged and answered,
"...Because as Ayoung, the first time I saw you really was at that arcade.
Truth is, I stole this girl's body from its original owner. Of course that causes rejection from the body.
In my case, my original memories disappeared for a long time. I couldn't even remember why I'd taken this girl's body in the first place.
So I started over from middle school and lived a normal life for a few years, until I ran into you by chance at that arcade.
In that moment everything came flooding back. That all of this had been so I could reunite with you in a perfect body.
Only by then you were already an adult, and it looked like you had some other girl you liked. Still, it was fine. I'd expected that to some degree. I wasn't about to give up the dream of my entire life over a few worthless bitches.
...So after that, as you know, I stalked you hard... every single day I dug into everything you did, who you met... when you were out I snuck into your place and sprayed my preferred scent around... I even investigated the girls you were seeing...
And after living so diligently, it finally came to this. There—explanation over?"
Yumin finished with an extremely self-satisfied look, as if proud of everything she'd done.
I was so stunned by the unbelievable story that I could only open and close my mouth like a goldfish.
Yumin shrugged, then lowered her head again, stuck out her tongue, and began carefully, gently teasing the tip of my glans.
"Aah... khh... ah... ahh... Y-Yumin..."
"...This is my first time doing it with this body... Ufufu. So this is what it tastes like. Just as I expected—delicious..."
Yumin thoroughly licked every corner of my cock for a long while, then clapped her hands and ordered Ayoung,
"...You—go get that thing from over there."
Ayoung moved silently, took something from the drawer, and handed it to Yumin.
It was a pair of latex gloves covered in dense, bumpy nubs.
Yumin snapped the latex gloves onto her hands, smiled obscenely, and whispered,
"...So, ready to get wrung dry for all the ten years we missed? For the record, I've put an infinite-semen curse on you, so you can cum over and over and over. Happy?"
"Kh... khh..."
I bit my lip hard and squeezed my eyes shut to steel myself.