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

Onarin, who was trying to calm her heavy breathing, buried her face in the pillow and held her breath for a short time. As if a seesaw tilted around her waist, Onarin's buttocks, visible beyond her back, slowly rose upward.

A meticulous movement that seems to carve the shape of the penis into the vagina. The penis with remaining erection comes out of the vagina, and the mushroom-shaped glans scrapes the vaginal folds together with the plump condom.

"Ugh… Ugh…!"

A moan that was almost like a sob. From a place deep enough that a finger couldn't reach to a place shallow enough to be licked with a tongue, the voluptuous female body trembled with each stroke of the glans. It seemed as if the aftereffects of a violent orgasm were still lingering.

However, Onarin's vagina persistently clings to my penis as if she doesn't want to let go of the guest she hasn't seen in a long time. Just as my glans feels Onarin's vaginal folds, Onarin's vaginal folds must also feel the shape of my penis. I, too, had to let go of the pleasure brought about by my heightened senses with a faint moan.

"Huh…! Huh…!"

As the large dick and the condom that had inflated the body even bigger than it completely came out of her vagina, Onarin raised her hips high and arched her back toward her stomach. With a short spasm, a long stream of fluid gushed out. With that, the intense sexual intercourse came to an end.

'Everything… must have been captured?'

As I was looking at the buttocks floating like a moon, my eyes met with the black lens that was blankly watching me from the tripod across the right leg of the bed.

How would Onarin and I, panting like beasts, be contained inside? My heart ached for no reason, even though I was not a sparrow standing in front of a scarecrow. However, there was no way that the cold lump of metal could examine my heart.

"Haa… Haa… Hyuk-ah. Do you see this?"

Onarin, who had just come out of the afterglow of her orgasm, shook the yellow condom next to my head. My gaze moved from her flushed, sweaty face, to the few strands of blonde hair clinging to her right cheek, and finally to the condom next to her head.

Since Onarin's body was still on top of mine, I couldn't help but look at the swollen condom, even though I didn't want to. I could see a sign that his hand was reaching between his legs, but I didn't know that that short movement was a trajectory to take off the condom.

"This all came out of your dick. It's your second time, and this much has come out."

Onarin continued to talk as she pleased, leaving me without answering. It felt like I was listening to a congratulatory speech during an annual event while absentmindedly thinking about something else.

The condom, held between three fingers—the index finger, the middle finger, and the thumb—was hanging down. Onarin, who was staring at it, which was roughly half the size of her palm, suddenly turned her gaze toward me.

The look in his eyes changes as if she has discovered something interesting, and a sneer appears on her lips.

"Heh heh… Look at that expression. Is it amazing even when you look at it with your own eyes? Look, it's so thick that it doesn't even shake. Isn't it almost like jelly?"

Ah. I turned my head with an embarrassed expression. Onarin, on the contrary, raised her upper body and let out a giggling sound as if she was happy.

Skillful hand movements tie a knot at the entrance of the condom. With a careless flick of the hand, the condom, like a water droplet, flies into the air, turning into bright yellow trash and rolling around on the bed.

Jelly. If I were to ask you to eat it, just like when it was gurgling in my throat a little while ago, where would the semen inside go? In my mouth? Or in the trash can? The meaningless paths that came to mind arouse my sexual desire.

"Whew… I did that and you're still standing. Do you still want to do more? Sister, I'll make it easy for you."

Onarin felt the hard part of the penis still alive against her buttocks and took a deep breath. The bone of her buttocks, which held her pillar, rubbed up and down her body. The penis, which was vaguely erect, was pressed against the flesh of her buttocks and tilted toward her legs.

Is it because I have kept my distance from Cha So-young for about a week for today? Even though I have had two almost record-breaking ejaculations, my stamina still leaves much room for improvement.

Onarin reached out his hand toward a place that was out of my sight. There was a silver wrapping paper in his hand as he returned it. Onarin opened it with his hand.

"Ha, um…"

The condom that should have been held in her hand is now placed between her lips. The bright yellow condom forms a round film on her lips that are pursed like cherries.

As the lips move to the center, the face relaxes, and the eyes, once sharp and powerful, look down sleepily. There are no tears anymore, but the pupils still sparkle.

A gaze that could be mistaken for sorrow. As if to hide it, Onarin took a step back from my waist and turned his head to his lower body. Onarin pushed the side hair that was flowing down behind his ear.

The bright yellow condom makes contact with the glans, and Onarin's lips open as wide as Midong's fist.

"Huh…!"

Descent. The glans reaches the throat once more with a nasal moan. As if nothing happened, the lips are tightly pressed against the shaft, tracing the shape of the shaft in the mouth without any gaps.

"Haaah…"

A pleasant sigh escapes me. Cherry, and fist. The sight of that large gap made my cock completely erect.

Ugh. But the feeling of blood rushing to my vagina is so vivid. Unlike Onarin, who had experienced several small orgasms, my vagina, which had become sensitive due to the aftereffects of ejaculation, had not yet calmed down.

When Onarin raised her head again, my dick turned a transparent light yellow. The change, which was only caused by putting on a condom, seemed like magic to me. Onarin's horny gestures that followed were certainly nothing short of magic.

"Huh…! Ugh…!"

Was it because she didn't even have time to put on a condom? Onarin quickly climbed onto my waist, aimed my cock at her vagina, and lowered her hips.

The vaginal opening that was facing the glans was in an instant shaking the root of the penis. It was a quick move, without any sign of insertion or even a hint of hesitation.

A tingling sensation surged through me like a tidal wave, so I clenched my teeth and grabbed the bed sheets with both hands. It wasn't exactly painful, but it wasn't exactly a pleasant sensation either.

But it was a feeling that would completely disappear after a few more minutes. Knowing that, I didn't bother to endure Onarin's strong piston thrusts from the start. I waited for the pleasure to come along with the moans that slowly leaked out.

"Hah…! Hah…!"

The mechanical piston movement, the breasts bouncing up and down inside the width of her shoulders, and the series of actions of stamping her buttocks with the high body temperature of Onarin made it seem as if they were powered by a steam engine.

Considering that the body, including the previous world, is in a state of vague reality despite being right before your eyes, that statement is certainly somewhat acceptable.

Onarin focused only on the movement of her hips hitting my pelvis, without touching any other part of my body. When she caressed my ear stickily and shook her waist, she said it was a little difficult because it had been a long time, but this time, she seemed to think she could endure it.

As the sensation of her sensitive vagina subsided and just when that thought came to mind, Onarin caressed her nipples with both of her fingers.

Sometimes, they pinch the nipple with their index finger and thumb while touching it, sometimes they press the nipple with their index and middle fingers together, and sometimes they roll the nipple like a bean in a clockwise and counterclockwise motion.

At first, it was an unfamiliar and strange sensation, but in just a few dozen seconds, my body accepted it as pleasure. The short, low breathing that seemed to stop in a while changed into long, unsteady, shaking breathing.

"Kick… How is your body like that that you can feel everything I touch you? You don't do it often with your girlfriend, do you?"

"Whew…! Why? Can't I feel it?"

When I spoke rudely on purpose, Onarin smiled deeply and gently stroked my cheek. Of course, the piston that made a splashing sound and the other hand that was caressing my nipple did not stop.

"Hehehe. Don't be angry. I just said it because I was curious. Do you remember what my sister said earlier? You just need to think about things that make you feel good."

"Then please, stop talking about my girlfriend. Do we really need to bring her up right now? There's no need to."

"Haaak…! None? You really think so?"

None. Knowing that Onarin was deliberately bringing up Cha So-young, I answered with my eyes instead of my mouth. However, Onarin's face, which was smiling brightly, did not waver.