168. Reversal (7)

Hinami, sitting on the bed, is facing me.

Likewise, Seo Jia is sitting on the bed, staring at my back.

In between them, I stood tall like a wall, cutting off the space.

I shut out everything as if there was nothing behind my back but the wall.

I don’t care whether anyone looks or runs away.

I only look at Hinami.

“Hehe….”

A childlike laugh.

A pure laugh that was hard to see on variety shows, something you’d only glimpse very rarely in concert videos. Whenever that kind of laugh burst out on Hinami’s face, which had become dazzling from excessive innocence, even I, who wasn’t particularly interested in ‘Hinami’ the ‘idol’, got sucked in as a fan.

But the laugh she’s showing now isn’t just one that flowed out unconsciously from happiness, is it?

“…Should I take off my pajamas? Or do you want Oppa to take them off?”

“Why are you asking the obvious?”

An instinctive laugh, solely meant to seduce one man.

A female’s signal attracting the males.

“Hehe, ah. This feels really nice, doesn’t it? So soft and smooth.”

“Well? It doesn’t seem very different from your skin.”

“Aww, it’s no fun if the compliment is too much. …You can speak a bit more like Oppa. It’s okay.”

“……I’m not joking.”

“Puhuhu…. Why are you thinking for so long?”

“I don’t have anything else to say, so what do you want me to do?”

Responding to the female’s signal, I roll honeyed words around my mouth, dancing the dance of courtship together.

I casually let slide the gaze of someone staring intently at me.

Whether you watch this debauchery or not, it’s all your choice.

Whatever choice you make, nothing really changes.

Leaving this scene in your mind as imagination.

Or leaving this scene clearly etched onto your retina.

“This seems to have surpassed the heart-fluttering height difference. …I may be sitting, but I’m still on the bed, right?”

“If you lie down, it’ll be fine.”

“…It wasn’t fine during sex.”

“After enjoying it so much until now, what are you talking about?”

Thump,

Thump.

I look straight ahead and undo the buttons of my favorite, revealing breasts that are cute but definitely not small.

Breasts without a bra, beautifully hanging down in a teardrop shape.

“Hehe…, I want to be forcefully kissed passionately, like ppang… ppang…”

“It’s just that your neck would break, but you could do it.”

“…If you do it like that, you can’t go all the way. I always watch videos and check, you know?”

“Even without kissing, I don’t go all the way.”

“That I don’t like that… Mmph. Hmph….”

I naturally grasp the soft, smooth breasts with my hand, knead them a few times, and savor the taste while mingling tongues.

If I bite into them with my fingers, the texture is soft and squishy.

If I melt them in my mouth with my tongue, the texture is sticky.

…A blissful meal, making me regret that it was canceled last week due to circumstances.

“Phew…. Ha. …I broke our promise.”

“What promise?”

“Unnie told me not to take Oppa away and make him lose his strength. …The kiss was so stimulating that I’ve already used up all my strength, haven’t I?”

“…Are you kidding me?”

“Hehe. …So you haven’t lost your strength yet, right?”

Far from having my strength drained.

A late-night snack where even the strength I poured out in the morning is surging back.

“…Doing it like this feels like a heart-fluttering height difference. Doesn’t it?”

“Since you’re looking down at me, it does feel a bit strange.”

“Hehehe….”

To her, who suddenly stood up on the bed, giggling and looking down at me.

“…Do you want to start with my breasts? Or my lips? Which do you prefer, Oppa?”

“I already had your lips earlier.”

“Then breasts…, Ah. Don’t lick my stomach, my stomach. It tickles….”

Bending down, I persistently lick the only firm part, her stomach.

“…Here, about the breasts. Oppa. Not the tasteless ones, the delicious ones.”

“….”

…Just as she wished, hugging my head with an uncharacteristically benevolent expression.

I plunge my nose and mouth into breasts I could bury my face in.

“Ehehe…, Ah. It feels like an ‘akachan’ (baby)… Oops. Don’t bite me. Mama hurts!”

“…Even though I’m not good at Japanese, I can understand things like ‘baby’ and ‘mama’.”

I bite her every time she spouts nonsense.

…I erase the constant rustling sounds coming from behind my back.

“Eh, you caught me. …Then can I call you Papa instead?”

“No.”

“Eh, last time when you dressed me in a school uniform and we did it….”

“Back then too, I called you ‘Sensei’, I didn’t make you call me Papa. You perverted bastard.”

“…You dressed me in the school uniform I wore until two years ago, soaked it in water, and did all sorts of lewd things. Who are you calling a pervert?”

“….”

“You piece of trash. …After fucking a fresh, 20-year-old idol virgin, you trained her into a total pervert sadist, ensuring she can never meet another man. Using the darling of everyone as your second… Ah, ngh….”

Pinning down the cunning bitch who dared to pour out only vulgar words difficult to describe, I pushed her over.

Making her look up at me again.

“Haa…, Ha. …Is it okay to suck the breasts of a woman who isn’t my favorite so diligently like this?”

“…My favorite is you?”

“Eh? …If Unnie hears that, won’t she have a fit?”

“She’s not an idol. Isn’t that term used only for idols?”

“Actually, it’s used everywhere… …Ngh. I, I don’t really know. Ehehe….”

I climb on top of her, her expression softened into a foolish smile.

…I imagine for a moment the image of someone watching us intently.

“Anyway, how does seeing my favorite’s lewd side make you feel? …Are you turned off? Or are you turned on?”

“…If you have a big concert, I want to try following along.”

“No matter who you are, Oppa, if you storm the stage and fuck me, you’ll get caught. …I wouldn’t mind though.”

“I haven’t said anything lewd, not even a single word, yet you’re doing it again by yourself.”

“You think I don’t know Oppa’s lewd inner thoughts? You must think I don’t know. …You want to do it, right? In a place crowded with tens of thousands chanting my name, you’ll be there alone, chuckling and rewatching my videos.”

“I don’t do that kind of crap.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“Cheer healthily, and after the concert ends, …secretly bring you to a hotel and give you a good bath to wash off the sweat.”

“…Really, peeeeervert.”

While exchanging embarrassingly suggestive words, I briefly turn my head as she blushes.

I throw an indifferent gaze towards the audience watching us become naked with terrified eyes.

I quietly gesture for them to zip their mouths shut.

…Making the observer unable to help but suddenly think that if they interfere, they might end up pinned beneath me.

“…Mouth, or hands. Which do you prefer?”

“Hands.”

“Oppa secretly doesn’t seem to like oral stimulation. But when I do it, you enjoy it so much. …Is it because you find it unpleasant during kisses?”

“Whatever.”

Blocking the audience’s mouths, we slowly take off our clothes, pressing our skin together.

Now naturally holding my cock in her hand, she throws a question that doesn’t need asking, slowly stroking it with gestures almost devoid of awkwardness.

“I don’t think much of it even when I lick my cock that’s been thrust deep into my vagina. Isn’t it unnecessarily clean?”

“…Compared to usual, I’ve become about ten times more lenient, so this is the extent of it. If you look at my house’s refrigerator, you’d know.”

“Ah, right. Oppa had a slight obsession with cleanliness. …Every single day, sucking my tongue, licking my armpits, licking my toes, so I didn’t realize.”

“Hey, I never licked your armpits or toes.”

“…Then do you want to lick them now?”

And then, spreading her armpits, which were so smooth they were almost bare, clean to the point of being lewd, with my index and middle fingers.

She gently pulled the head of the male who had climbed on top of her.

“Ehehe…, Since I washed earlier. They probably won’t taste good though….”

“…It tastes like body wash.”

Satisfied by the scent of her skin passing through my tongue and out my nose, I make her armpits, which I’ve seen countless times on the internet, a little moister.

…They say cleanliness is the sense that dulls the most during sex.

It doesn’t seem like an incorrect statement.

Because if I weren’t aroused, I would never do this even if I died.

“Really? Ah, when I went to Southeast Asia, I tried cilantro. It tasted just like that. Does that mean I’m also a spice?”

“It seems to have a slight sweetness. Maybe. Wasn’t sugar also added?”

“Girls are originally made of sugar and spice. …Add a man into that, and ta-da. You become a woman.”

“Something foul has entered good food.”

“Thanks to becoming foul, it’s become a special exclusive dish that only Oppa can eat. …Isn’t that actually good? It should perfectly suit Oppa’s taste.”

“….”

“…I’ll warm that delicious food with my hands, so please warm it with your tongue too.”

The ‘woman’ filled with sugar and spice, and all sorts of fetishes.

Once again, feeling the taste with the tip of my tongue, I trace a line over her shoulder to her collarbone.

Before moistening her lips that I tasted earlier, I pause there gently, gazing intently at her clear eyes staring intently at me.

“What is it, Oppa. Don’t just look, hurry….”

“….”

“…What are you thinking? Why are you just looking? Ah, perhaps looking at my face, are you fantasizing about what the baby would look like if you got me pregnant? Ehehe, that’s unpleasant. You’ve already seen grandchildren, haven’t you?”

“…It doesn’t suit you.”

“Eh, what doesn’t suit me…?”

“You look like a damn brat. But your face looks like a heavenly woman, so it doesn’t suit you.”

…The more I look at her face.

Because she seemed like the pitiful female lead in a movie, I felt a sense of dissonance.

“…So you don’t like it?”

“No. I like it even more.”

“Puhuhu…. Women are originally more attractive when they have a gap, aren’t they?”

“That’s true.”

I liked that dissonance.

That the innocent and lovely her was actually a sex addict who liked being pinned down by men and moaning.

…That woman who was so haughty and strong-willed, refusing to back down even one word.

With the man she hated most in the world.

Even while watching her only friend in the world having sex right in front of her eyes.

Unable to even think of running away out of fear.

Just watching while trembling, wrapped in a blanket.

…It looked just like her own unnie, so it seemed similar, and I liked it.

“…Oppa. If you don’t kiss me quickly, my cock will go shiko shiko and I’ll cum… …Ngh…♡”

…Of course, that doesn’t mean,

It wasn’t enough to steal the attention I would give to Hinami.