My girlfriend from the reverse world expects me to be a Netorare

Silence, a form of expression that is not simply a break in conversation, has many implications.

[Onarin's warm breath pierces my eardrums.

My skin accepted the breath as a warm and cozy feeling like a steaming bath, but my nerves felt it as a chill like being pricked by an ice pick. Despite being on opposite sides, my tightly shut mouth slowly and finally opens wide due to the sharp stimulation.

The self-control that had faintly remained in my mind completely disappears. It simply demands that my body be guided to deeper pleasure.

The grip that was holding Onarin's shoulders slowly loses strength. The two arms that had fallen down weakly pass under Onarin's armpits. He hugs her back, which has both the slenderness of a woman and the inclusiveness of an older man. He gently traces the curve of her erector spinae with his fingers, and immerses himself in the voluptuous female body and the salty smell of flesh.

He thrusts his waist forward so that the glans, already deeply inserted, can dig in a little deeper. It is a clumsy gesture to end his expression in silence.

A sly smile spread across Onarin's lips. That smile resembled the face of a strategist who had lured the enemy into a plot. My vision was filled with swaying copper-colored breasts, but I had a feeling that it would be like that.

Even though I have a premonition of it, I do not leave this soft female body. That option is already gone.

There was no need for further conversation. Her breasts, which were squashed like water balloons, were pushing against my chest. Her body, which had been tilting, was laid down on the bed. With our bodies pressed against each other without any room for even a finger, we began to struggle solely for pleasure.

The flexible spinning using the waist resumes. The pleasure starting from the towering cock dominates the entire body.

Skin sticky from sweat. Tongues tangle and sticky kisses. There is not a single part that feels bad.

The dick, which had been pressing against the side of the uterus while digging deep into the vaginal wall, seeks new stimulation. It changes direction and roughly knocks on the cervical opening that opens and closes. Despite being a difficult guest with a burdensome size, the cervical opening welcomes the glans. It urges the semen to spurt out with a sticky sound.

My dick does not refuse that urging. It draws out the feeling of ejaculation. My toes stand up, and the muscles in my arms and legs stand out. The rhythmic movement of my waist from below accelerates, and my whole body becomes tense. Onarin, who has been given ejaculation, tightens her lower abdomen. My vision becomes blurry, and the pleasure that has been building up explodes, and finally ejaculates semen… ]

'… I'm sure you'll be looking forward to it.'

He shook off his wicked imagination by exerting strength on the hands that were still tightly holding Onarin's shoulders.

Of course, what Onarin wants isn't just to fill her uterus with semen. Her uterus probably doesn't feel thirsty, and she wouldn't be trying to get me pregnant after only meeting me twice.

What Onarin wants is for me to 'voluntarily' ejaculate inside her vagina. That itself is it.

If not, there is no need to waste time like this, when you can subdue me with force. It is clear that Onarin is holding back the moment of climax just as I am holding back the feeling of ejaculation.

I don't know his exact intentions. But I don't need to know more than that since I'm not profiling him, so I'll just make a guess.

"Huh? Hyuk-ah. It's not a difficult question, so please answer it. Isn't it a question where you can just choose one out of two: yes or no?"

Silent affirmation. Judging from the way she spoke, Onarin seemed to have interpreted my silence in that way. She probably expected that if he just held on a little longer, I would be the first to say that I wanted to cum her raw.

However, Onarin, who was still silent, pressed me to answer even more, as if her own interpretation was not enough. She asked me to break the silence and acknowledge the danger of this meeting that he had built up solely for Cha So-young.

"Huh… Are you going to keep your mouth shut like that? That wouldn't be a bad thing, but not right now."

Is he trying to change the target of her attack? Thin but strong fingers massage the nape of her neck. As the pleasant languidness that started near the back of her head spreads throughout his entire body, a very natural moan escapes.

I want to be comfortable like this. A wish like a gentle breeze is blooming in clusters. Seriously, is it really my body that is the problem? The effect is too good.

But I remained silent until the end, because Onarin's interpretation was wrong.

"I want to hear your answer in some way."

Suddenly, the length of my dick slipped out from her vagina, and Onarin's breasts, which had been pressed against my neck and collarbone, embraced my head.

Choreuk

After a loud noise like small pieces of plastic hitting each other was heard, the sunlight that had been streaming in through the curtains on the terrace became even fainter.

As I turned my eyes to the side of the bed near the window, I saw the curtains that had been fluttering wildly in the wind return to their original position.

"Hehehe… It's a bit big for a bed curtain, right? But sometimes I can't sleep without feeling trapped like this. I don't use it often, but I didn't know it would be used like this."

I knew it was a bed curtain, but I tried not to notice it because I thought it would create an overly sophisticated atmosphere if something like that was spread out, but it seemed like it had a real purpose.

"Hyuk-ah. Do you see that?"

Onarin nodded toward the right leg of the bed. In that direction was the camcorder and tripod that had been filming us. The camera lens, which had been sending a concave gaze, was cut off vertically by the end of the curtain.

If I were to draw the part of the camcorder and tripod that is exposed beyond the curtain based on my view with decalcomania, it would probably be drawn exactly as it was originally. To that extent, the camcorder is cut off by the curtain by almost half.

Maybe they had practiced beforehand. But considering that we were sitting on the lower part of the bed next to the window, it seemed like it was just a coincidence. They couldn't have calculated that my left ear was sensitive.

"If I do it like this… she won't be able to see… at that angle, she'll only be able to see below the knees, right?"

The voice that had been close to speaking quietly became a complete whisper.

Sure, if I were to lie down like this, the camcorder would mostly capture our silhouettes. Our skin wouldn't be completely hidden, but at most, it would reveal only the lower part of our calves.

Whether it was a sticky kiss, an earlobe caress, or a nipple being fondled, all that could be seen on the camcorder footage was the shadow that towered over Onarin's legs appearing and disappearing.

"Just think of it as just the two of us. What do you want to do now…?"

Onarin changed from a crouching position to a kneeling position. Onarin's fingers, which had been pulling on my nape and shoulder blades, also started to caress my shoulders and back haphazardly as if he were fidgeting somewhere.

It wasn't a haphazard stammering, but Onarin's change was so great that it warranted such a term.

The pelvis, which had been inserted and stopped for a while like dominoes falling, began to move again. Very slightly, the pelvis moved as if trying to draw a half moon centered on the waist.

The sensation of the dick digging into the vaginal wall while rubbing against the side of the uterus is so vivid.

"Don't worry about her. If she asks where you peed, tell him you peed on my belly button. If she asks me… I'll tell her the same thing."

I know that too. It's hard at first, but there is empirical evidence that the hurdles get lower from the second and third times.

"If you ventilate the room later, the smell will go away. No matter how sensitive her nose is… What can you do if there's no evidence?"

There was also the pretext that Cha So-young would be happy, so once permission to ejaculate was granted, there would be no need to use a condom from then on, regardless of who wanted it. Pleasure that could reach a higher level. Onarin must have been convinced of that.

"So… from now on, let's keep it a secret between the two of us."

Therefore, those words are nothing but a swamp. The suffocating atmosphere created by a single curtain, these hands that seem to be impatient, are all intended to persuade me as they wish.

"Ahh…!? Huh… As expected. You're the most honest person, right? When I told you to keep it a secret, you flinched, did you feel it too? Here. Right below your belly button. That's the most sensitive part."

Even though I know that fact, my heart is slowly starting to tilt.