〈Episode 61〉The Second Gift (15）

Onarin's fingertips brush against both cheeks and crawl towards the back of my head. She presses my head with light force, as if telling me to follow her without resisting.

I lowered my head without resistance. I placed my palm on Onarin's shoulder and hugged her body. Not stopping there, I turned my head slightly toward the curtained window as if showing my right ear. My head crossed over her shoulder, Onarin's head on the right.

'ah…'

As the clock ticked back, the end of the wooden tripod beyond the bed leg naturally came into view in a corner of my field of vision. If I looked up just a little bit, the camera lens would meet my eyes.

In order to not be conscious of that fact, I put my wrists on the bed and lifted my upper body slightly. Then I lowered my head and looked at the bedsheets. Now, my vision was filled with white.

The scent of Onarin's body rising from the pale bedsheets tickled my nose. It was a smell mixed with sweat, love juice, and saliva. It wasn't an unpleasant smell. For now, it would be better for my mind not to avoid that strong smell.

"Ah, um… uh… swoosh, slurp, slurp…"

Both ears are attacked simultaneously.

On the left, the earlobe is gently rubbed at an angle that makes it seem as if the tip of the fingernail is barely touching, leaving a fingerprint, while on the right, the entire ear, including the earlobe and earflap, is wrapped in a moist atmosphere.

It's dizzying. Especially the right ear. It's a sensation that can't be created by licking with the tongue or kissing with the lips. I wondered how Onarin's invisible lips would close my ear.

"Ugh…! Ugh…!"

My vision was shaking like a mirage. I put all my strength into my arms in preparation for the pleasure that was to come, but it wasn't enough. I kept my lips tightly shut, feeling like my body would reflexively pull away if I stayed still.

Although it is burdensome, it is not an unpleasant pleasure. By encouraging myself like that, I was able to breathe clarity back into my wavering vision.

However, the focus returned to its original position and faced the camera lens straight ahead.

"… … !"

Suddenly, my breath catches in my throat. An actor who failed at acting, or a child who suddenly came to his senses after following the Pied Piper of Hamelin. Two cases came to mind in an instant. The reason it became a metaphorical analogy is probably because my mind was clouded with sadness.

Although objectively speaking, there was no need for it, for a moment I felt as if my lover had caught me cheating.

'You know, Soyoung…'

But he didn't turn his eyes away like a guilty person. Instead, he glared at the lens with hardened eyes. As if reflecting on himself for trying to avoid Cha So-young, who was on the other side of the camcorder, the moment he took the initiative by putting Onarin on the bed.

'What if the guy standing next to you was a 'boy' instead of a boy? For example, what if 'Shin Jae-hyuk' was still your boyfriend? Sometimes I think about that.'

This time should be just for Cha So-young.

Even when I feel a desire to dominate Onarin, who is panting dangerously while being tied down under me, even when my masculine instinct is drawn to the sight of her pulling me in with coquettish gestures while her uterus is being pressed by his large dick, I must never forget that purpose at any moment.

'They say that the 'men' of this world... don't really desire the body of the opposite sex as strongly as I do? They're already weak, and compared to women, men's pleasure is short and intense. Furthermore, 'men' can feel it from below even with the slightest stimulation, so people who don't like sexual things would really hate it.'

But I almost forgot that purpose. I pushed that purpose, for Cha So-young, down from the top priority.

The fact that I was afraid of the gaze of something like a camcorder lens is proof that I prioritized my desires. If I were proud of myself, I wouldn't have to act in a way that would make me look bad.

An actor who failed at acting. Could there be a more fitting metaphor?

'But I'm different. I just realized it now… I think I really like dirty stuff too. So I don't need to deny my masculinity just because I'm having sex with another woman besides you. It's not weird to fantasize about a woman you like and get excited about it. Well, being pushed around by someone smaller than me… It still hurts my pride a little.'

I am holding onto that self. I speak to you in my heart.

Beyond that camera lens, no matter what I look like in your eyes, I silently appeal to you that I have not forgotten you at all.

'I think it's really fortunate that I, your boyfriend, am a man and not a 'boy'. A 'man' who can do this kind of thing... is really rare.'

He raises his upper body as if to shake off Onarin's caresses.

'And you… always had an uncanny ability to guess what state I was in, what mood I was in, but you had no idea what I saw of you. That's why I'm here, and you're beyond.'

Slowly grab the breasts that are spread wide outward from the body, from the palms to the fingers, with both hands. Imagine that you are pulling the breasts inward so that they do not fall to the sides, and push the palms of your hands up until they start near the pectoral fascia and touch the areola.

'It doesn't mean you did anything wrong. Either way, it means that I'm that big in your heart. As a boyfriend, it's something I should be happy about. Besides, in this situation... I'm even afraid of what would have happened to us if I hadn't known you were that kind of person.'

As my palm swept over more areas than I had yet to touch, the breasts that had been pushed to the center of her body almost as if they were being squeezed began to spread out to the sides again. Before they could return to their original position, I pulled them back to the center once more.

In the center of the protruding areola, the plump, swollen nipples rub against each other.

He rushes in. He buries his head in her breasts as if crushing her face, and puts her nipples, each the size of a finger, into his mouth all at once.

Even though I know that nothing will come out, I still suck and taste it. Before my cheek feels cold, I gently bite down with my molars.

Even though it is natural for the skin to not be able to taste anything, the brain brainwashes itself into thinking that this is delicious food. I haven't even tried alcohol, but am I drunk? However, even if I knew that it was an illusion of the mind, there was no need to deny it.

"Hak, hauk…! Hehe… It's urgent, it's urgent. Did you want to touch me that much? Heung…! How did you hold it in all this time? Since I'm not going anywhere, play with me more comfortably."

A hand gently caressing the back of my head. Now that I think about it, this is probably the first time I've touched her breasts. I feel ashamed of myself for not having experienced this cloud-like sensation even though I've already ejaculated twice.

The area itself was almost identical to Cha So-young's chest in her memories, but the shape and feel were much different than expected.

Cha So-young's breasts were slightly rounder than Oh Na-rin's, and even when lying down, they maintained their teardrop-like shape. In terms of texture, while Cha So-young's breasts felt firm enough to feel firm even when I just touched them with my finger, Oh Na-rin's breasts were soft enough to completely hold my little finger.

"Phuha…! Haa… haa…!"

I lifted my head from where it was buried in her breast. My breathing became ragged as I greedily explored her breast. I held back my regret and bit my body from the breast that I didn't want to let go once I touched it.

"Oh my. Were my nipples that tasty?"

"Hmm. It tasted like salted chocolate…"

"Phew…! I wonder what it tastes like. Let's eat it together later."

"… Phew. Later. Now… I'll move."

After giving an unnecessary warning, he adjusts his posture to make pistoning easier.

Grab your breasts between your index and middle fingers so that the areola and nipple pop out. Raise both arms vertically so that it is easier to put your weight on them. As your upper body leans forward, Onarin's thighs are pulled up to my lower body, reaching up to my waist.

Since each breast was so large that it looked bigger than my head, I had no trouble supporting my entire body weight by moving my hands here and there and changing my center of gravity. Furthermore, even when I squeezed her breasts tightly, Onarin did not show any sign of pain, but rather, her face turned red as if she was more excited.

Does it mean that it has a body strong enough to easily withstand my strength, like Cha So-young? It also has flexibility that seems to be innate, and in many ways, it has a body that is similar to Cha So-young but also not.

"Oh my…!? Th, that…! The dick, inside…! Aah! It feels like my pussy is being pulled out…! Oh my…! It feels so good…!"

Move your waist as if you were lowering your thighs from top to bottom.

Pfft. Pfft. It was a sound close to flesh-slapping, as if someone was literally stabbing a penis. Onarin's two arms, which had lost their way while stroking my head, went up above my head again and grabbed the bedsheets in order to receive the pleasure like the first time.

'... You know? No, you know best. Except for when you're having sex, there are few times when your emotions are so intuitively revealed.'

It was almost like an insertion where I was squatting and standing up repeatedly, probably because my knees were off the bed. I could feel Onarin's butt being dragged along with my movements, so the stimulation would be very great.

Every time the waist movement reached its peak, the juice spurted out in all directions from the junction of the genitals. The juice that splashed like drops and the juice that splashed like long streams were mixed together.

Thighs, buttocks, and for Onarin, even the area around the navel. A sound like something blunt hitting the buttocks resonates through the lower body.

"Ki, kiss me…! Hyuk. Kiss me! Quickly…!"

The back of my hand, my wrist, my elbow, and finally my neck. Onarin groped my arm, which was pressed tightly against my breast, and kissed me. Her eyes seemed to be begging me not to refuse. The adult's request, whining in the voice of a lustful child.

My heart is lifted. The woman who used to play the music of pleasure with my body as a score, above or below me, is now urging me with a voice that is almost like crying. The upheaval of the roller coaster ride is making my head spin.

Thump. Thump. Is my heart pounding? My heart is pounding so loudly that I can't believe it. My chest is pounding. It feels like the sound of my heartbeat is ringing in my head.

The sensation of ejaculation boils over rapidly, as if the balloon I was blowing with my mouth had been replaced with an air pump. The moment when the sensation of ejaculation bursts with a bang will be the final destination where I can return to my original state.

'So, what is my state now, and what I wish for? You will be able to know beyond that.'

As I bent my arms and brought my upper body closer, Onarin's fingers pulled the back of my head down. Onarin hugged my lower back and shoulders. Her two feminine legs wrapped around my waist. Naturally, I became in a position where I was thrusting into a turbulent summit position.

"Ahh…! Hmm, uhm…! Haa, haa…! Haeum…!"

Onarin's fingers pulled my head, and our lips met as if in a kiss, signaling the start of the kiss. Of course, it wasn't just a kiss.

The brown fingers that had been gently pulling down the back of the head slid down and tapped the back of the ear. The fingers that had crawled along the earlobe soon reached the ear hole. They raised their fingertips as if to widen the hole, poking it, but then rubbed the earlobe again as if to adjust the strength.

Is this what it feels like to kiss underwater? Your ears are blocked, you can only see each other's faces, and you hold your breath while you're kissing. In that sense, my imagination is definitely within the normal range.

'See? No matter where Onarin's hand touches, my body no longer tries to reject it. I don't like it when you touch my butt, but... this is a part that I don't like when you touch it, not Onarin.'

Poke, poke, poke… A fierce piston stroke that makes the glans appear soft. Slurp, slurp, slurp… A kiss that only you can see. It repeats like that. The bodies of the opposite sex that are touching each other are constantly sending certain signals, and they are both aware of it to the point of being boring.

'Rather than rejecting, think first about how you should react so that this person likes it more, and where you should touch them so that they feel better. It's amazing that you even have these feelings.'

Even though I know it, or rather because I know it, I don't stop. It's already been decided. Even if this melting tongue kiss disappears, it won't change.

'But… I believe you will understand that my whole body welcomes the woman named Onarin as a man, and that I feel greater pleasure than when I touch your body with this body, and yet I have not forgotten you in my heart. I believe that you will be happy to see me like this, no matter what the outcome.'

Limit. That word flashed through my mind. I had to let them know, even if it was just a little. That was what I thought and tried to do. However, Onarin was one step ahead of me in terms of body communication rather than mental communication.

"Huh…!! Haaang…! Aaumsh…!"

Don't pull away. Keep going. Look at me. Throw away the miscellaneous caresses like ear holes, and have sex where you only explore each other with your upper and lower lips until you reach the end. Onarin's arms tighten. He tries to trap my neck and head in his arms.

It was fortunate that there was no pain. Of course, unlike when I had my body with Cha So-young, there was not a single bit of that from beginning to end.

'Soyoung… '

Onarin falls first, and I follow her fall. Crunch, Onarin tightens her legs and clenches her pelvis, and the walls of her vagina squeeze her vagina from all sides. It's time to let go of the ejaculation that she's been holding back.

'…miss you.'

I…

"…ah."

I woke up.