Chapter 133
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“But what about you?” I spun around on my heels and stared at the other. He winced when our eyes met. With each step I took toward him, he unconsciously stepped back. His back hit the wall. Only after I saw that he had nowhere to run, I continued, “I know—you’re not that kind of person. That’s why you need to be clearer. That way I can match your tastes.”
“N-no…” He hesitated.
I grinned brightly. “If you like this body of mine, could you masturbate to me?”
He clammed up.
As he grew pallid, it didn’t seem like he didn’t hear me. I walked right up to him. When I grew close to him, I could feel his unsteady and rough breathing. Oh, I felt a bit sorry. I grinned bitterly. I must have scared him. But if I didn’t confirm with him this way, I had no idea if he truly was satisfied with me.
I lightly kissed his stiff lips. “I asked you if you could get hard while thinking about me.”
“…” As always, there was no answer. Fair enough. I slowly stroked his hair. His bangs were damp from sweat. I stroked his pale cheeks with the back of my hand and called out his name in a low voice. His eyes shook.
“It’s all right. I’m not blaming you. I told you, I can listen to anything that you wish for. If you can’t do it, I can just switch to another body.” When I mentioned switching bodies again, he grabbed my arm.
“I c-can…” I knew what he wanted to say, but I frowned deliberately and tilted my head. His face was ashen as he wavered. His breathing was unsteady. It seemed that he still needed more courage to form his feelings into words.
I merely waited for him without saying another word. I didn’t want much from him. If he could show me a glimmer of the side of him that he showed me when I was still Yeonseon Ham, I could also rest at ease. Back then, he tried his best to relax me when I was hyperventilating. I just wanted him to be like back then.
The continuing silence caused the beads of sweat on his forehead to drop.
“I-I can do it…” he mumbled.
The fruit born at the end of waiting was small but immensely sweet.
I grinned and kissed his lips softly. His back was already against the wall. Knowing that he had nowhere else to run, he tolerated my kisses. Then, he slumped on the ground limply. It seemed like his knees gave in when all his tension released.
I reached out to the window and pulled the curtains close. The thick curtain fabric isolated us completely from the outside. The soft murmuring of people outside instantly grew silent. I crouched down to his eye level. I lifted one of his hands that were on the floor and put it against my cheek, placing the other hand on top of the buckle of his pants.
“Then do it,” I said.
The hand that rested on my cheek trembled and curled into a fist before opening again. I licked his limp palm. Drenched in sweat, his hand was salty. He dropped his black eyes, which were filled with me.
“…” The hand on his pants also dropped. His hand wandered aimlessly, losing its place. I kindly undid his pants for him. His member inside his exposed undergarments was soft. As I unzipped his zipper, I brushed my finger against his shaft. He flinched, and his hips tensed.
I wanted to touch him.
His fingers had only brushed me slightly, but heat flooded down to my lower half. However, I feigned leisure and pulled back. His eyes were still avoiding me. I called his name, pressing him on, and only then did his hands start to move. I watched his hand go inside his underpants with bated breath.
His nose bridge crinkled, and he squeezed his eyes shut. The fingers inside his pants moved. Either because I was watching or he wasn’t used to this act, no heat blossomed from him as his dry and simple movements continued. It was only getting harder for me to sit and watch. I bit my lip.
Internally, I called his name several times. I was sitting still, yet my heart rate accelerated. He was only moving mechanically, but I thought he was very seductive.
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“But what about you?” I spun around on my heels and stared at the other. He winced when our eyes met. With each step I took toward him, he unconsciously stepped back. His back hit the wall. Only after I saw that he had nowhere to run, I continued, “I know—you’re not that kind of person. That’s why you need to be clearer. That way I can match your tastes.”
“N-no…” He hesitated.
I grinned brightly. “If you like this body of mine, could you masturbate to me?”
He clammed up.
As he grew pallid, it didn’t seem like he didn’t hear me. I walked right up to him. When I grew close to him, I could feel his unsteady and rough breathing. Oh, I felt a bit sorry. I grinned bitterly. I must have scared him. But if I didn’t confirm with him this way, I had no idea if he truly was satisfied with me.
I lightly kissed his stiff lips. “I asked you if you could get hard while thinking about me.”
“…” As always, there was no answer. Fair enough. I slowly stroked his hair. His bangs were damp from sweat. I stroked his pale cheeks with the back of my hand and called out his name in a low voice. His eyes shook.
“It’s all right. I’m not blaming you. I told you, I can listen to anything that you wish for. If you can’t do it, I can just switch to another body.” When I mentioned switching bodies again, he grabbed my arm.
“I c-can…” I knew what he wanted to say, but I frowned deliberately and tilted my head. His face was ashen as he wavered. His breathing was unsteady. It seemed that he still needed more courage to form his feelings into words.
I merely waited for him without saying another word. I didn’t want much from him. If he could show me a glimmer of the side of him that he showed me when I was still Yeonseon Ham, I could also rest at ease. Back then, he tried his best to relax me when I was hyperventilating. I just wanted him to be like back then.
The continuing silence caused the beads of sweat on his forehead to drop.
“I-I can do it…” he mumbled.
The fruit born at the end of waiting was small but immensely sweet.
I grinned and kissed his lips softly. His back was already against the wall. Knowing that he had nowhere else to run, he tolerated my kisses. Then, he slumped on the ground limply. It seemed like his knees gave in when all his tension released.
I reached out to the window and pulled the curtains close. The thick curtain fabric isolated us completely from the outside. The soft murmuring of people outside instantly grew silent. I crouched down to his eye level. I lifted one of his hands that were on the floor and put it against my cheek, placing the other hand on top of the buckle of his pants.
“Then do it,” I said.
The hand that rested on my cheek trembled and curled into a fist before opening again. I licked his limp palm. Drenched in sweat, his hand was salty. He dropped his black eyes, which were filled with me.
“…” The hand on his pants also dropped. His hand wandered aimlessly, losing its place. I kindly undid his pants for him. His member inside his exposed undergarments was soft. As I unzipped his zipper, I brushed my finger against his shaft. He flinched, and his hips tensed.
I wanted to touch him.
His fingers had only brushed me slightly, but heat flooded down to my lower half. However, I feigned leisure and pulled back. His eyes were still avoiding me. I called his name, pressing him on, and only then did his hands start to move. I watched his hand go inside his underpants with bated breath.
His nose bridge crinkled, and he squeezed his eyes shut. The fingers inside his pants moved. Either because I was watching or he wasn’t used to this act, no heat blossomed from him as his dry and simple movements continued. It was only getting harder for me to sit and watch. I bit my lip.
Internally, I called his name several times. I was sitting still, yet my heart rate accelerated. He was only moving mechanically, but I thought he was very seductive.
But what about you? I spun around on my heels and stared at the other. He winced when our eyes met. With each step I took toward him, he unconsciously stepped back. His back hit the wall. Only after I saw that he had nowhere to run, I continued, I knowyou're not that kind of person. That's why you need to be clearer. That way I can match your tastes.N-no He hesitated.I grinned brightly. If you like this body of mine, could you masturbate to me?He clammed up.As he grew pallid, it didn't seem like he didn't hear me. I walked right up to him. When I grew close to him, I could feel his unsteady and rough breathing. Oh, I felt a bit sorry. I grinned bitterly. I must have scared him. But if I didn't confirm with him this way, I had no idea if he truly was satisfied with me.I lightly kissed his stiff lips. I asked you if you could get hard while thinking about me. As always, there was no answer. Fair enough. I slowly stroked his hair. His bangs were damp from sweat. I stroked his pale cheeks with the back of my hand and called out his name in a low voice. His eyes shook.It's all right. I'm not blaming you. I told you, I can listen to anything that you wish for. If you can't do it, I can just switch to another body. When I mentioned switching bodies again, he grabbed my arm.I c-can I knew what he wanted to say, but I frowned deliberately and tilted my head. His face was ashen as he wavered. His breathing was unsteady. It seemed that he still needed more courage to form his feelings into words.I merely waited for him without saying another word. I didn't want much from him. If he could show me a glimmer of the side of him that he showed me when I was still Yeonseon Ham, I could also rest at ease. Back then, he tried his best to relax me when I was hyperventilating. I just wanted him to be like back then.The continuing silence caused the beads of sweat on his forehead to drop.I-I can do it he mumbled.The fruit born at the end of waiting was small but immensely sweet.I grinned and kissed his lips softly. His back was already against the wall. Knowing that he had nowhere else to run, he tolerated my kisses. Then, he slumped on the ground limply. It seemed like his knees gave in when all his tension released.I reached out to the window and pulled the curtains close. The thick curtain fabric isolated us completely from the outside. The soft murmuring of people outside instantly grew silent. I crouched down to his eye level. I lifted one of his hands that were on the floor and put it against my cheek, placing the other hand on top of the buckle of his pants.Then do it, I said.The hand that rested on my cheek trembled and curled into a fist before opening again. I licked his limp palm. Drenched in sweat, his hand was salty. He dropped his black eyes, which were filled with me. The hand on his pants also dropped. His hand wandered aimlessly, losing its place. I kindly undid his pants for him. His member inside his exposed undergarments was soft. As I unzipped his zipper, I brushed my finger against his shaft. He flinched, and his hips tensed.I wanted to touch him.His fingers had only brushed me slightly, but heat flooded down to my lower half. However, I feigned leisure and pulled back. His eyes were still avoiding me. I called his name, pressing him on, and only then did his hands start to move. I watched his hand go inside his underpants with bated breath.His nose bridge crinkled, and he squeezed his eyes shut. The fingers inside his pants moved. Either because I was watching or he wasn't used to this act, no heat blossomed from him as his dry and simple movements continued. It was only getting harder for me to sit and watch. I bit my lip.Internally, I called his name several times. I was sitting still, yet my heart rate accelerated. He was only moving mechanically, but I thought he was very seductive.
