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

"Hyuk-ah. Do you want me to ejaculate for you?"

Is there any other room for an answer? I muttered softly while locking eyes with Onarin. As if I didn't even want to waste time like this, as if I didn't feel sorry for your vagina and my dick waiting so desperately.

"huh…"

"Look, I want to cum in your pussy… Why did you suddenly stop?"

"Hehehe… Just? I'm going to put it in now, so you don't have to look at me like that."

Onarin, who had been lying on top of me with only her left leg folded, straightened her posture again. She placed both palms on my shoulders like when she was doing the spinning, and climbed on top of me, kneeling on my ribs.

The dick that had been pressed against Onarin's left thigh regained its freedom. However, when Onarin pulled his lower body back, the dick was pushed by his plump buttocks and tilted toward the soles of his feet. The tendons on the dick were prominent, and the area near the root was sore.

Onarin slowly straightens her legs and lifts her buttocks. The repulsive force that had made his dick stiff in accordance with the trajectory of her buttocks disappears, and his dick, which had been trapped between Onarin's thick flesh, tries to return to its original position.

From the tailbone, the anal folds, to the perineum. The glans, curved in an obscene manner, traces a path from the top of the buttocks to the bottom, tracing Onarin's shameful place.

The glans, which was as thick as a thong, met the slippery vaginal opening. Onarin's body stopped there. The body that had been leaning forward now leaned backward.

Slowly, without abruptly, the insertion begins. The pink glans pushes the slightly opened the enter further to the left and right. The insertion of the glans is completed only when the enter are opened just before the limit of what the muscles can accommodate.

A warm pressure greets the glans. The glans responds by pushing against the irregular zigzag shape of the vaginal wall, and the fluid that had been collected in the vaginal wall rises above the urethra… urethra… ?

'Wait a minute, what is this…?'

My hazy mind came to my senses. My vision, which had been slightly clouded, suddenly became bright from the edge to the center. However, it was a realization that came a little too late.

""Ugh…!?""

Phew. Onarin lowers her buttocks in an instant, as if she is being tickled. It was a mark that my dick had already engraved dozens of times. It took only a moment for the entire pillar to be inserted into her vagina.

As the dick reached the uterus in one go, my whole body trembled and elasticity burst out. My body trembled. An unknown pleasure. The meeting of pre-cum fluid and vaginal fluid that escaped the urethra. We were not leisurely enough to examine each other.

An unknown, but clearly growing pleasure. As if matching the process to the result, my eyes search for clues to the pleasure.

The pillar of the penis that Onarin's vagina couldn't swallow was revealing a flesh-colored side. The source of the transparent yellow light that had disappeared was in a corner of the bed. The condoms were lying around haphazardly. Like a pair of leeches, one was full and the other was saggy.

"K, haa…! Haaa…!! Wow, phew. This is seriously… no joke. I think it got bigger because I put it in raw…!"

Contrary to what she had said hesitantly, Onarin started to grind again.

Squeak, squeak. The sound of farts leaking out as the vaginal opening becomes vacuumed. The wet liquid at the end mixes with the sound of dry liquid being applied, adding to the stickiness.

The sense of urgency that had been at a standstill was rising again. I could hold on to it, but I couldn't stop it.

The conception of life. Now, the only thing that Cha So-young can have is about to lose its uniqueness. The days of the love affair when I filled Cha So-young's uterus with semen flash through my mind. It's just the presence or absence of a rubber membrane, but my belly button feels numb and blood clots feel like they're drying up in my blood vessels.

No. This. This is not enough. The pathetic last words try to leave a mark in my heart, but the depraved pleasure pushes them away. I became anxious. I was so afraid of myself lying still and enjoying the pleasure.

First of all, I had to stop the pressure that was putting on my stomach. The thought that I should refrain from taking drastic actions in situations like this calmed me down.

While lying down, I grabbed Onarin's knees and waist and pushed her sideways with all my might. But she didn't budge. Although she wasn't as strong as Cha So-young, the difference in strength was obvious.

This time, he raised his upper body and grabbed Onarin's shoulder with his hand. At the same time, he extended his other arm diagonally backwards and used it as a lever, pushing a little harder than before.

"Are you being sarcastic?"

There was no reason for Onarin to just quietly push me away just because I said so, so my wrist was quickly caught in Onarin's hand.

Since my posture changed to a sitting position, Onarin's palm could no longer touch the bed. Onarin's palm, which had fallen from the bed, pulled my back to prevent me from falling out. The weak struggle continued in that state.

Me, sitting with my legs slightly crossed, with my legs crossed. Onarin squatted down with my ankles resting on my thighs. The change in position from the riding position to the sitting position had taken place. For me, it wasn't a simple matter to just say that we changed positions, but Onarin probably thought so.

Fortunately, just as the strength in his caught arm was about to give out, Onarin stopped spinning.

But even though I pulled the bedsheets and pulled my butt out to stop the sex, Onarin's body just shook. Unless my erection died down, it didn't seem like my dick would fall out of her vagina as long as Onarin sat there.

As the positions changed, Onarin's vagina gave her new stimulation, but since she was still, she was able to control her ejaculation better than when she was thrusting.

For now, I had to be content with that. Now is the time to have a conversation.

"Why did you suddenly take off the condom?"

"Why, you said you wanted to cum in my vagina? Oh. Or maybe you liked my throat better than my vagina?"

"That's not what I'm talking about… Hey, let go of my wrist first. And wherever you put it, put a condom on it like before. Okay?"

"Should I use a condom? Well, then how about doing it with my mouth? I don't like the taste of rubber in my throat."

"Ahh…! Sister. Don't joke around. I'm serious right now."

The story is going around in circles. I can see emotions overflowing in the expression of joy, accomplishment, anticipation, and Onarin who is nearby, which I cannot overlook now.

When I see you pretending not to know and avoiding my questions, I feel like I have no other choice but to just tell you.

If this was the intention, why did you prepare condoms in the first place? Why did you change your mind like this when you could have just agreed on something in advance? And why did you leave room for conversation? I couldn't understand a single thing.

"Are you serious?"

Suddenly, Onarin's head came close enough that our noses touched. Because of his posture, Onarin looked down at me, and I had to look up to meet his gaze.

"Then Hyuk-ah. Explain to me why you can't cum inside. I'm asking because I'm genuinely curious."

It wasn't a question that would come out of a woman in her mid-20s who seemed to be from the privileged class. However, her whispering voice and her somewhat serious-looking eyes had enough influence to change the cheerful atmosphere.

I don't know what the intention is, but I prepared a standard answer for now.

"Ah. Except for contraception. My sister prepared everything for me. What I want is something else."

However, Onarin struck first. The word 'pregnancy' that had risen to the very bottom of her throat disappeared as if it had been blinking.

Other reasons besides contraception. If you take away the only reason and the most important reason, what else is left? My mouth feels like it's burning. I reluctantly open my mouth because I feel like my tongue will lose its function if I stay still.

"There is no other reason… but it still won't work."

"None? Then, shall I guess the reason?"

"what…"

"Are you saying this because you're afraid your girlfriend will be disappointed in you?"

I was silent. No, it would be more accurate to say that I was speechless. No one would say that I was silent when they saw my mouth, which had been quivering, close again.

Onarin smiled at me, who had become mute.

"Pfft… Have you forgotten why you're here?"

Onarin said as she released my wrist from her grasp. The hand that released my wrist passed under my armpit and gently wrapped around the back of my head. As my back and head were fixed, golden hair brushed my face.

"If you don't know, imagine it. If she finds out that you, who used to use condoms diligently while having sex, were actually having fun rolling around and even cumming… How would she react? Would she be disappointed in you, or would she be happier that you did this to her?"

I think it's the second. Hot breath spreads around my ears. Just the touch of the invisible heat made my body brace itself for the next stimulus, like Pavlov's dog.

My free hands grab Onarin's shoulders. I didn't know before, but now I have to push away those delicate shoulders. Even though I know that it's the right thing to do, my hands hesitate to act.

"I told you, the more honest you are, the more he will like it. For example, hmph…!? Haa… Like your dick that has been poking my uterus with your dick since a while ago."

Do you think persuasion is working? Onarin is becoming more and more assertive. Although it was a small voice, as if whispering, the change that was spreading subtly could be sensed naturally as they were close by.

"Or what? Are you the kind of woman who asks her man to do the dirty work for her, and then gets mad at him for doing it once or twice? Is that all you two were like?"

I was silent. This time it was the right expression.