〈Episode 60〉The Second Gift (14）

'It seemed as if she were trying to play the role of a bystander.'

Netorase play is a play that is accomplished by a lover having sex with another woman or man. Therefore, Cha So-young must watch the love affair between Onarin and me from the position of an observer.

My conclusion was not limited to such obvious facts.

'On my birthday, and the day I met Onarin at the cafe… you took a step back at important moments. Even though it would have been best to express her opinion. On my birthday, she asked me to choose the most important invitee, and on the day we gathered at the cafe, she got excited just by imagining what I thought of Onarin.'

Once, twice, three times. As the pistons are repeated, a rhythm is gradually created within them. With the rough breathing sound of "whoosh, whoosh," I control the intensity of the movement and adapt her body to the rhythm.

"Ugh…!? Th, this…! The uterus…! Every time it penetrates, it goes deeper…!"

Even though the pressure of the wall still felt heavy and I was only able to raise and lower my waist at a moderate pace, Onarin let out a groan like an animal's throat.

Her upper teeth were biting her lower lip, and her expression was irregularly grimacing and releasing, but she made it clear through her detailed gestures and facial expressions that she was enjoying the pleasure, so I continued thrusting.

'It felt like you wanted to see not how I 「become」 Onarin, but what I 「try」 to do in a larger sense, and to what extent I cross the line. Both would be good spectacles for you, but I think you have higher expectations for the latter. Of course, this is just my guess.'

The way Onarin endured the pleasure was almost desperate.

Even though her eyes were about to lose focus, they somehow came back to their original position, and her arms, which had been spread out on her shoulders, rose above her head and held onto the bedsheet tightly. Wrinkles stretched out in all directions on the bedsheet she was holding, and her elbows curled as if trying to protect her head.

"Ugh… ! Okay! Eeeeek… ! Ahh… !? You're too, deep! Ah… ! There, just now, there! Stab me… ! Ouch!? I feel like a hole is going through my head… !"

It seemed like a rare experience for Onarin to have her uterus pressed vertically with her legs bent so that her vagina was looking up at the sky.

It is said that very few women can experience the sensation of a penis reaching the uterus, so this may be the first time this has happened. The pleasure Onarin feels is probably a mixture of two rarities.

'But… you've gotten more excited than ever just imagining me having sex with another woman. Just imagining that you'll be watching this video later, having a orgasm so much just with your fingers, makes me want to do my best during this time. Besides, we'll be meeting in this house soon, right? That means this isn't a one-time opportunity, so for now, I want to reinforce my conclusion.'

As you wish, as I know your wishes, I will do as you wish.

For you, I will surrender to this seething sexual desire.

"Haah. Haaah…!! Whoosh… Gasp, gasp…!"

The breathing that had been somewhat rough had now risen to the tip of my chin. Like a machine that had run out of fuel, the pistons stopped moving, and my whole body shook as if I was shrugging my shoulders.

It was because of my irregular breathing. I wonder if it would be different for an athlete whose body remembers and reacts first. It seemed like it would be too much for me to do complex thoughts and intense movements at the same time. Of course, it would be different for a sprinter who just has to accept the pressure and respond.

Onarin was more disheveled than me, but he was never less disheveled.

She was panting like a thirsty dog, her tongue sticking out awkwardly. Sweat was dripping down her jawline, as if tension was taking over her body, and the muscles around her throat were visibly trembling.

If my appearance is similar to that of a person who has run at full speed, Onarin can be said to be a person who has regained consciousness after being pulled out to land. We organized the body that had reacted violently while making similar breathing sounds.

"Hoo-ok…! Huh…! Why, stop…? It was just so soon…"

As I was quietly watching Onarin, whose trembling was slowly subsiding, a voice with a sad look in its eyes and a deep sense of regret came towards me.

Shit. My lips were quivering, but I failed to answer. So I lowered her legs, which had been bent over my head, back to their original position. It was a position I had forced myself into, and I couldn't hold on to it any longer.

"Hic…! Hyaang…! Haak!"

With Onarin's thighs spread wide to the sides, he moved his waist again. The flexibility revealed in a moment was not a lie; Onarin's pelvis opened almost 180 degrees. If her thighs were bent back just a little more, it would look like her pelvis was about to pop out.

"Haaak…! Ah… It's such a shame. Getting fucked in that position was the best…!"

Contrary to what he said with regret, Onarin reached out his other hand to me, wiping away the beads of sweat on his forehead. I held his hand while continuing to piston, and bent my upper body to embrace Onarin.

Put your hands under Onarin's armpits, grab his shoulders, and adjust his height so that their eyes are parallel.

As our heads got closer, my thighs naturally pushed against Onarin's thighs. Due to the difference in size, Onarin's butt, which had been pressed against the bedsheet like pudding, rose slightly into the air. This was Onarin's response.

"Eww…!? This, this is good too…! Heuheu…! It's going down into my glans, inside, it's getting pressed down…!"

I spurred the piston. The glans poked the uterus while poking the vaginal hole that was not fully closed. Onarin held on to the bedsheets tightly as he had done a little while ago and endured the pleasure.

Paang, paang. The soft flesh ripples loudly with the sound of wet flesh, just like when Onarin did when he was pounding. The sound of my piston seemed shorter and more cut off than Onarin's.

"Whew… There definitely seems to be something different about big guys like you. Hah…! At that length, even if it's hard, moving from above would be more fun, right?"

I feel pressure across my buttocks. It seems to be the soles of my feet, or rather my calves. I brace my lower body so that the penis doesn't slip out, or go in deeper. There's no need to worry about that at all.

"What you said earlier was service? Speak up. Phew…! Hey, how do you feel, unnie? Do you feel good?"

"Yes. Because it's inserted from above, the vagina becomes tighter… and I want to keep inserting it."

Onarin's eyes widened slightly at the obscene answer, then sank and formed a crescent-shaped arc. Compared to the way his eyes opened in surprise at my whisper, this was a remarkably calm reaction.

A moment ago, I thought that the acrobatic pose in which my body was folded in half had broken my reasoning. I thought it was pretty cool that I had broken the silence myself.

I just opened my mouth because I felt there was no need to remain silent anymore.

"Phew… You want to fuck me? You know all the words, don't you? Oh. Now that I think about it, you told me to spread my pussy earlier too."

Onarin's fingers, which had been grabbing the bedsheet above my head, touch my face. He put his four fingers together and stroked my cheekbones, then used his thumb to sweep over my cheekbones and jawline up to my earlobes.

I didn't answer, but smiled with the corners of my lips and stroked Onarin's cheek in the same way.

I look into the eyes that sparkle with moisture. There is a sticky desire, a burning desire. I stare steadily at that which is overflowing in me as well.

"Ha. It's closed again? Well, I'll let it go now. If you make it feel good, it'll open again."

Until then, if you know any more dirty words, think about it. Onarin said, tapping my lips with her index finger. The stimulation that followed was a very natural trick.