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

Did he not expect me to be proactive? When I, who had been backed up against the wall and had my tongue tangled with his own, started to tangle my tongue with his own, Onarin flinched.

From Onarin's perspective, it was probably like a cornered rat attacking a cat. She had an inexplicable look of anger and a strong sexual desire in her eyes, but she still seemed to have enough composure to be able to objectify her actions.

"Um… huh… huh… !"

The kiss, which had paused for a moment, became more heated again.

Although both wrists were still held tightly and deprived of their freedom, once again, the initiative in kissing that had been put aside for a moment was taken over, and thoughts began to unfold in an unexpected direction.

The day I fell into the world of 'Gender Reversal', the first kiss I shared with Cha So-young. That sweetness, coolness, and intensity.

We were just repeating the kiss we had already shared in the car, but for some reason, I remembered it.

A tongue that is thinner than Cha So-young's but longer and rubs more vigorously against her body and shares her mucous membrane. As if tasting a different menu, the meaty flavor of the steak and the mysterious taste of the famous latte can be felt at the same time.

The comparison was instinctive, even if it was unintentional, and was made in detail, as if to prove the intensity. I couldn't stop comparing, even though I knew it was like muddling clear water. It was a truly ironic reminiscence.

"Um… huh… !"

Unlike me, who just stood still and twiddled her tongue, Onarin steadily increased the level of caressing. While firmly holding the initiative in the kiss, she twisted her body here and there as if she was in a state of longing, clinging to my body, and eventually she put her right hand inside my boxer shorts.

she lifts up the penis, which has been curled up inside my underwear while still somewhat firm, into a straight line as if attaching it to my abdominal muscles, and starts from my testicles and sweeps up to my glans in reverse as if checking the feel of the blood vessels located in the center of the shaft.

When the palm reaches the glans, change her grip to the tip and go downhill from the glans to the root. After stroking the slightly hairy pubic area with her fingers as if making a parting, go back the way you came and go over the glans again and go downhill.

Did she feel my breathing start to quicken in the dizzying stimulation? Onarin pulled away from my lips and slowly bent her knees, using her breasts as a brush to draw long strokes on my upper body.

"Haaah… Huh."

The transparent, hanging thread disappeared with a single lick of Onarin's quivering lips. That was the end of the kiss.

Onarin sat down with her heels up and with her hands she pulled my shorts and underwear down to the floor.

My erection, already throbbing as I savor the warmth of the body and the softness of a woman's body, begins to shake. Onarin firmly grabs the root of my penis as if trying to stop its trajectory.

The cool air conditioning breeze and the hot body heat of the palms create a strong contrast on the taut skin of the buttocks.

"…Wow. This is crazy. How is this attached to a high school student's body?"

She first saw it in a picture, and she must have measured the length and thickness of my penis with her hand a little while ago, but seeing it in person was a different experience, as Onarin muttered with her eyes filled with rapture.

Surely, you're not going to do that here, are you? With my free hands, I lightly pushed away Onarin's head, which was approaching me as if he was going to put my penis in her mouth at any moment.

I wonder if she read my feelings, which were somewhat like a sense of crisis. Fortunately, Onarin obediently followed my orders, even though she could easily shake off my hand.

"Heh heh. You don't like it when someone touches your genitals while kissing you nonchalantly? Kissing usually comes first. Don't you think the order is a bit weird?"

What was he trying to say this time? It was something I couldn't understand, but it was important to add it to the conversation.

I thought she had forgotten about neto play and was just so excited that she couldn't control herself, but judging from her expression, it seemed like she had other thoughts besides sexual desire.

"Whew… If you touch me, the only thing left is sex. Let's not do this here. Let's go to bed and do it."

"Is it okay if I don't touch you while you're sleeping? Does that mean I can kiss you whenever I want?"

"That's not what I meant… No, why are you suddenly doing this? You even threw the cam over there."

In the corner of my vision, I see the camera and tripod that were in the shopping bag scattered around the entrance. Onarin gives me a twisted smile as if he finds it funny that I mentioned the cam camera.

"Why are you doing this? I'm annoyed that you draw the line in strange places!"

With a bang, Onarin grabbed my penis with her empty left hand. Onarin's hand was not small for a woman, but even so, my penis did not fit completely into Onarin's grasp.

"Ugh…!"

"How can a girl who would pull away just by touching her chest stick her tongue out when I forcibly kiss her? Judging from the way her eyes roll around my chest, she doesn't seem used to a woman's body… And it doesn't seem like she likes doing this kind of thing when she lost her virginity a month ago. Well… I guess her body is honest, though."

However, even though it was not fully within my grasp, the evil power was transmitted to my body without any filter. I could not help but groan at the feeling of barely touching the range of pleasure and being on the verge of pain.

As a double groan escaped my lips, Onarin stood up again, using the root of his penis as a lever.

"You must be feeling good, right? Well, it must be because you're feeling good that you're making those cam-like noises while being held by a woman's hand. You don't even think about resisting."

"…"

"You're already so delicate, don't you have any fear of girls? Do you believe in that law and follow me here like a brat? Aren't you worried about what I might do to you?"

A bunch of questions thrown with a cold gaze. I already knew that my older sister, who seemed cold at first glance, actually had a rather fiery personality, but the current change was difficult to keep up with.

However, because the change was so sudden, it gave me time to look back on the situation.

Why is this older sister talking to me as if she was the one who attacked me first? Thinking about the differences between the middle and high school 'boys' in the world of 'reversal of gender' and me, I can guess to some extent what kind of 'boy' I will be projected to be in Onarin's eyes.

A herbivore asking a carnivore to shake hands with him to become friendly. If I were to use an analogy, it probably would have looked like that. I was wary of Onarin in my own way, but my actions, when viewed through the eyes of a real 'woman', seemed to be full of contradictions.

Should I answer? I already feel depressed, so staying silent is likely to result in a handshake. But I can't explain even the smallest details like the kiss or the sleep.

"… I followed you because I trusted you. You said I was special."

So, I tried to convince Onarin with a simple argument. There was no need to lie.

A herbivore that doesn't just shake hands but also gets closer and rubs its body against the herbivore. How will the carnivore, wearing a mask of gentleness, deal with the herbivore?

I looked down at Onarin with unwavering eyes.

"Ha, haha… You believe me?"

After locking eyes for a moment, Onarin tilted her head and let out a hollow laugh. Slowly he raised his right hand to his neck and swept his bangs up as if he was worried about something.

"… Yeah. I trust you as a sex partner, something like that, right? Huh? Hyuk-ah. Am I right?"

The sharp, veil-like gaze that reminded me of a bird of prey, which I had seen several times today. I nodded heavily without answering, feeling the tension rising inside me.

"… Heh heh. That's amazing. Seriously. I haven't met many guys, but I've never seen anyone like you before. Are all big guys as slutty as you?"

Onarin shook her head slightly and laughed in disbelief, then roughly threw the cardigan she was wearing on her shoulders onto the floor.

She was wearing a black tank top that gave off a faint heat from her sweaty body. After organizing the camera that Onarin had left lying around, she picked up the shopping bag she had left in the hallway.

Connecting the tripod, camcorder, and TV. Not even a few minutes later, Onarin, who had finished setting up the cam diagonally below the bed by himself, nodded to me as I stood there, still looking distant.

"What are you doing? Are you going to keep doing that? … Oh. Are you going to take a shower first?"

"… No. It's okay to start now. You… You've been waiting for a long time, too."

Sigh. Onarin, who responded to my awkward expression with a small smile, organized the items in the shopping bag, such as condoms and gel, next to the bed.

The tension that was like thin ice has now passed, and it is time to embrace a new tension.

"Well… I guess I don't really need to explain what the situation is? In a few hours, you'll have no choice but to find out, even if you don't want to."

Me sitting on the edge of the bed. And Onarin, behind me, with both arms around my stomach and her chin resting on my shoulder.

Our gaze, naked and pressed against each other with our backs and chests, is directed toward the lens of the camcorder, which is supported by a tan tripod. The lifeless glare of the black single eye. Its inorganic appearance is also directed toward us.

But the supreme softness felt from her back and the solidity beyond it, the soft flesh and sticky copper skin neutralize that cold gaze. Onarin's warm female body has enough power to breathe life into this mechanical atmosphere.

"I'm telling you this just in case, but this is all prepared by our Hyuk for his girlfriend. I suggested it first, but the decision was entirely made by Hyuk. … Hyuk. You're right, right? Say it with your own mouth."

Onarin turned his head slightly and whispered in my ear, then gently stroked under my chin with one hand.

I'm not a puppy. I almost frowned, but I knew that Onarin was making a forced gesture, so I forced a smile onto my face.

"Soyoung-ah. What Na-rin just said is all true. So, um… I'll see you later. I'm going to watch this video later anyway."

Does this mean that I will no longer be allowed to talk to Cha So-young? I just need to say a few more words and it will be over, but Onarin pulled my stomach in first and laid my back on the bed.

"Kick. What's the point of talking so long? It would be simple if you just said you came here because you wanted to get eaten by me in advance."

Onarin, who had kissed my cheek, slowly got off the bed and sat down in front of me with her thighs and calves touching the floor.