Because You're Not Moving
“Ughhh….”
Was it because of the AC that I hardly ever turned on? The firm hand slipping into my black shorts felt surprisingly cold.
“Cut it out, my clothes will stretch.” I slyly pulled away a bit.
It wasn't that I hated his hands on my body. It was just a more practical issue. These shorts I was wearing—I really liked them. Last time something like this happened, they stretched out so much I couldn't wear them anymore. So I took them off myself and stepped toward Hanjiu. All that covered my curvaceous, snow-white body now was a T-shirt and sky-blue panties.
Soon enough, he reached out carefully toward my body again. That cold hand touched my skin once more. Hanjiu slid my panties down past my thighs, then slipped his hand into the gap where they parted slightly around my hips. Slowly, he trailed up my thigh, prying open my plump folds, and his cool fingers grazed over the slick mucous membrane.
A lewd sound escaped my lips, along with the anticipation-soaked flesh. “Hngh!”
This precarious sensation, like it was about to overflow from deep in my gut, still felt so foreign. I steadied my ragged breaths and bit my lower lip slightly, bracing for the finger that would soon enter me. Past the faint strawberry scent of my lingering lip balm, a strange foreign pressure began to build from below. The finger that slipped in gently started carefully stretching me open. I swallowed a moan that threatened to burst out at the sensation.
Then Hanjiu's finger, exploring inside me, hit somewhere deep within.
“Haht…! Hnngh!”
W-wait a sec. W-what the hell is this! Why… why does it feel so good here!
“H-hngh!”
A sweet, tingling sensation. An itchy, dizzying pain mixed sweetly into pleasure. My lower belly felt so full, like it was swelling up. The moan I'd been holding back exploded from between my lips. At the same time, a primal, suspicious urge took over—to chase that hazy pleasure even deeper.
I ended up surrendering control of my body to the solid embrace facing me. The room, filled only with the hum of the AC, soon started filling with wet, squelching sounds instead.
“This must be it, huh?”
“Hnnngh… W-what?”
“Your G-spot.”
“I d-didn't know! What's th-that! Hnngh!”
With those words, I came a little. Shuddering in Hanjiu's arms, my waist trembled. I clenched down hard on his fingers, which were softly toying inside me. But it wasn't just because of his touch. It wasn't only because he'd found my G-spot and was faithfully planting pleasure there.
Gluck, gluck.
This damp sound flowing from below. The fact that this squelching, obscene noise no man could ever make was coming from between my legs. That lewd squelch echoing in my ears twisted into a bizarre sense of depravity, tickling my mind and the depths of my heart.
“Haht!”
I bucked my hips without thinking. My head knew it. My body was a perfect woman's. A female body made to accept a man's seed and prepare for the next generation. But deep down in my heart, I still hadn't accepted it. Even if my body was like this, I was still a guy. Even as I lived accepting a life as a woman, I hadn't given up my male instincts. Even as I submitted to a man's hands and let out female moans, it was just for the pleasure, nothing more.
This conflicted heart of mine, whatever male remnant lingered inside—this squelching from my lower half was shattering it all.
“Don't hold back.”
“Hngh… haah!”
This pleasure spreading from deep in my lower belly. The discomfort from my stiff, erect nipples. My waist rocking back and forth, waiting for something to fill me up. Every muscle in my lower belly squeezing out sticky fluids in anticipation. My tongue slipping out unconsciously, craving something.
“How's it feel? Good, right?”
The heavy bass rumbling above me trickled into my ear and sank deep into my heart. None of it felt bad. Yeah… it feels good. So damn good!
The sweetness of my arousal trickling down my thighs. The ecstasy of my nipples brushing my soft sleep bra with every hip buck. The reassuring solidity of his strong male body bearing my weight. All these sensations proving that my body—that Song Yujeong herself—was female, a female animal. I loved them all.
Still, a corner of my mind found them so uncomfortable. But proportionally, they felt so good.
“Feels good.”
My calm, moist confession drew a low chuckle above me, tickling my ear. Soon, his free hand trailed up my lower belly to my chest, toward the tip of my breasts, which stood out prominently through my uncapped T-shirt.
That instant, the ongoing pleasure was overshadowed by a stab of pain.
“Ow!”
The moan that escaped wasn't from pleasure—it was something else. Hanjiu yanked his hand back quick, so he must've realized it too.
“Hey, Song Yujeong! What's wrong with you?”
Just moments ago, he'd been giving me pleasure, but now he pulled away from my body and asked with a baffled look. Last winter, Hanjiu found out the girl in front of him was his old ball-sack buddy Song Yujeong. We got drunk and had sex for the first time. Afterward, to cover the awkwardness of fucking my best friend from high school, we started this weird sex-partners thing. Meaning we'd been fuckbuddies for less than half a year, and this was the first time doing it when my period was this close. I always distanced myself until it was over.
“N-no touching my breasts.”
Of course he wouldn't know my current state.
“They hurt, so don't touch them today.”
“What's up? You sick or something?”
With his fingers gone from inside me, arousal trickled out, tickling my thighs. Savoring that sweet sensation, I grabbed his retreating hand.
“It's not that. It always gets like this when my period's coming.”
“Your period?”
Hanjiu freaked at the word and shook off my hand.
“You sure it's okay to do it?”
“It's fine. It won't start right away. Judging by how I feel, probably tomorrow or the day after.”
I pulled his hand back down. So put it back in me already. No helping it now. If I got him this worked up and bailed, I'd never fuck him again. What if my period starts mid-sex? Hell if I know. I flipped the switch first, so he better be prepared.
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“Aaah! Hnngh, nnngh!”
The foreplay was dragging on longer than usual. With breasts now a no-go zone, Hanjiu obsessively targeted between my legs. As a still-clumsy woman, I came twice in the process.
“E-enough already.”
Panting from the pleasure, I barely shoved Hanjiu away. My hands weren't gonna cut it, so I nudged his waist with my foot. I wanted him inside now. Pleasure this intense turns to pain. Through my hazy vision, I looked up at Hanjiu above me.
“You really okay?”
Why was this guy hesitating now after I started it?
“I said I'm fineee.”
“No, still…”
“Don't worry. I won't bleed on you.”
“You think that's why I'm hesitating?!”
Honestly, this was my first time too—doing it when my period was near. No sex, not even masturbation. I'd heard that when a period approaches, women's libidos spike like men's, but my body didn't really do that. No sudden binge eating like in the clichés either. Just a slight craving for sweets more than usual. Sure, my breasts and face swelled up, and my lower belly felt heavy like indigestion—but whatever.
Anyway. I let out a small sigh, looking at Hanjiu still hovering over me, unsure.
“Ugh, whatever.”
Then I reached out, pushing him onto the bed.
“W-what?!”
Hanjiu flopped back onto the bed with a startled face. Of course, I couldn't have forced him down with my strength—he laid back himself. I climbed onto the bed and straddled his lying body.
We always did it with me passive. Just taking whatever Hanjiu gave from below.
“Because you're not moving.”
I shifted my gaze to his lower half. But looking at it like this… honestly, it's kinda gross. His thing stood straight up, rigid. D… dick. What the hell. Back when I was a guy, I'd toss that word around easy. Why's it so hard to say now? Anyway, that monstrous thing had been inside me all this time? It was attached to me once too, but it's been ages since I looked this closely, and Hanjiu's is just… big.
I tentatively gripped his rock-hard erection. Feeling a man's thing after so long—it was big, firm, and scorching hot. Was mine ever this hot? I could barely remember anymore.
“Where's the condom?”
“Here, I'll—”
“Nah. I'll do it today.”
“You used to hate even looking at it.”
“No, just… feeling like it.”
I took the condom box from Hanjiu. I tore open the silver packet and pulled out the milky-white condom.
“Just roll this on, right?”
“Yeah.”
“No front or back?”
“Just like that. Roll it on from where you're holding it.”
Following his instructions, I brought the condom to his rigid shaft.
“But is it supposed to be this hot?”
“You had one too, so you know.”
“True, but… hnngh.”
Just putting on the condom had me soaking wet down there. No—maybe because I was touching his while doing it. No, wait. Just from touching it? Me? No idea. Satisfy this urge first, think later.
“I'm doing it on top.”
“What's gotten into you?”
“We haven't tried it like this.”
I straddled him carefully. Gripping his slick, condom-clad erection, I aligned it with my entrance. Then, at my own pace, I slowly lowered myself onto—
“Hnnngh! Haaang! Hey, Hanjiu!”
My hips bucked, and he thrust up, piercing me in one go. Unlike usual, it felt like he was shoving straight into my womb.
“W-wait! Haaang! Wait, nooo!”
My waist went slack from the shock, and I collapsed down. Ignoring my pleas to stop, Hanjiu mercilessly snapped his hips up, leaving me helpless.
It hurts. It hurts, damn it.
But…
“You looked so confident, so I helped a bit. Why hate it?”
I don't… hate it. No, I love it. So much.