Ugh...
Yoo In-ha's pussy is so soft...
Even after cumming, it feels so good to keep thrusting and rocking...
*Thud, thud.*
Holding her tight so she can't move, pounding—it's a weird kind of good...
I'll probably get wrecked after this...
Even with the condom's cum pouch full, it feels oddly good to keep going...
"Hah, hak..."
Her pussy's twitching...
Yoo In-ha's pathetic pussy...
Jolting every time I thrust...!
"Stop... just stop...!"
But you're not running away!
Just panting like crazy!
Cumming one more time in Yoo In-ha's pathetic pussy...!
Hoo...!
*Chirp chirp.*
H-Huh? What's that?
A dream?
"Hnng... ugh..."
My hips hurt...
Pelvis hurts... prostate hurts... dick hurts...
Everything hurts!
I open my eyes—ceiling.
A... dream.
Did it one more time in a dream? Scared the shit outta me...
"Ughhh..."
My hips won't move...
Feels like they're shattered.
Makes sense after going at it like that yesterday...
"Hoo..."
I struggle to drink water and stumble up.
Feel kinda dazed.
Probably 'cause I was at it all evening, drained my energy...
But dreaming about Yoo In-ha all day makes it worse...
Felt like I was stuck to her in my dreams.
Yesterday's events keep replaying in my head.
"Hmm..."
Had some intense dreams too.
*Fuck it, no condom...! Feels too good...! Cumming...!*
Almost got fucked in that dream...
Felt amazing, but I don't remember what happened after.
Probably got my balls crushed by Yoo In-ha, murdered...
In some second timeline, I die by her hands...
"Ughhh..."
Headache.
Is Yoo In-ha okay?
She seemed fine, ready to bite my head off...
Even though she was tired, she forced herself to shower.
That's so her, but compared to what we did, it went smoothly...
Maybe she was too tired to care.
Did Juha check the footage?
Battery was low yesterday, so we didn't look...
"Hah..."
I'm just... out of it...
Probably 'cause I'm drained too.
I tidy the living room and grab my bag.
The house feels oddly empty today...
"..."
What's this feeling...
---
Last cross-dressing day...
Finally the end.
Yesterday was all OnlyFans sex, now it's cross-dressing...
My brain's going weird. I'm okay, right...?
"Hah..."
Done it so much, I'm used to it...
No dissonance anymore...
And fuck, cross-dressing makes me keep checking the mirror.
Am I going crazy?
Is it true that appearance shapes behavior?
Like losers become losers 'cause their looks make them shrink...
If you look good, you act the part.
If you look like a girl, you act like one.
No, fuck that?
Hoo...
What if I kept living like this, cross-dressing?
Scary to even think about.
Thank fuck it's the last day... it *is* the last day, right?
"You look pretty today too, Joonhyung."
"...Th-Thanks..."
Not sure if I should thank her...
Senior says I'm pretty, so I guess I say thanks, fuck...
"Looks great. Keep it up."
"Y-Yes..."
*Grab.*
...Why's she grabbing my ass...
Senior yanks her hand back, shocked. ...What the fuck?
"Ugh, fuck! I-I didn't mean to!"
"S-Sorry, Joonhyung. Don't report me..."
"..."
Get it together, please...
I'm Joonhyung... everyone's forgetting that.
"Let's just work..."
"Tables need cleaning."
Last day, so it's not as packed as the first.
We'll sell out, but...
Maybe everyone's at the girl group event.
Other pubs look empty too.
"Hah..."
Definitely better than day one...
Got used to it, so I'm not too embarrassed.
Though more people are sneaking glances than the first day...
"Fuck..."
Never felt stares like this in my life...
Pretty people must feel this every day.
Hot guys probably feel girls' eyes all the time.
Fuck, I'm jealous...
And depressed...
Why am I getting *guys'* stares, fuck... I'm XY too, damn it...
"..."
I check the mirror again.
Feels more natural and flashier than day one...
The seniors doing my makeup got bold, more confident.
Eyebrows darker, fancier... stop, fuck...
"Want a pic?"
"N-No..."
Senior's *haha* laugh.
Fucking terrifying...
Her eyes say, *I'll make you beg to keep cross-dressing.*
I get why girls check mirrors all the time.
So many things to fuss over... my bangs?
"Party tonight or tomorrow?
Tonight might be tiring."
"Do both?"
"Genius."
Tonight's afterparty's iffy...
Gotta wipe off all this cross-dressing first...
Yawning, I glance at the tables.
Tables are decently full.
No line, but we're almost out of stock anyway.
No need to hustle. Kim Myung-jun's chilling too.
Probably everyone's heading to the girl group soon...
Leaving a skeleton crew...
Fuck, they better not leave *me* behind! I wanna see the girl group!
"Hah..."
So peaceful.
No Juha or Yoo In-ha makes it *this* peaceful...
What're they up to?
Thought I'd get a text, but nothing.
Did Yoo In-ha go to school? Last I saw, she passed out... no clue how she's doing...
[Park Ye-young: Joonhyung]
[Park Ye-young: What's up?]
...
What's this? This uneasy KakaoTalk...
Thought it'd be Juha or Yoo In-ha, but Park Ye-young?
[ ]
Hoo...
What do I say?
Feels like I shouldn't reply...
If I say I'm at school, she'll probably demand I come over... bad vibes...
[Heading home]
Slight guilt...
I send it, heart pounding.
She's not on Eta or something, right?
Rumors about my cross-dressing didn't spread, did they? No way, right?
[Park Ye-young: Festival's on?]
[I got nothing to do...]
[Park Ye-young: Girl group's today?]
[Oh, really?]
Play dumb...
Loser vibes, act clueless!
Gotta shut this down, or she'll call me over!
Doesn't matter if we cross paths—she won't recognize me cross-dressed...
[Already on the bus]
[Tired, gonna sleep]
[Can see girl groups at other uni festivals]
Act uninterested...!
I'm *super* interested.
Wanna run out and line up!
Missing it today's fine, I'll catch them at another uni... but school's easier...
[Park Ye-young: Oh, really?]
...
No reply after that.
What's this ominous feeling?
Feels like she knows and is testing me...
[Park Ye-young: (Photo)]
[Park Ye-young: Then who's this?]
...Fuck...
Tears of blood...
A real-time pic of me...
My side profile, sitting, lying my ass off on KakaoTalk.
*Hngh...* fuck, leave me alone...
[Park Ye-young: Pretty, Joonhyung]
[Park Ye-young: Almost didn't recognize you]
[Park Ye-young: Turn around]
Don't wanna...
I slowly turn, and there's Park Ye-young, smirking.
Fuck...
[Park Ye-young: Come out]
[Park Ye-young: If you don't wanna die]
Her face hardens, nodding sharply.
My life... fuck...
---
"Hnngh..."
"Fix your face."
*Hngh...*
Leave me alone... a shuttle for food runs now?
Am I known as a shuttle buffet?
Couldn't even lie about being busy—everyone's just chilling...
"You're pretty, Joonhyung."
"..."
Her creepy expression's terrifying...
No clue what she's planning, fuck...
"Why lie? Don't wanna see me?"
"Not that I don't wanna see you..."
Don't wanna be *seen*...
Not exactly thrilled to see her either, but...
She grins, eyeing my lower half.
H-Hoo... why's she looking?
"Can I lift it?"
"No way..."
Absolutely not, fuck.
It's all tucked away, nothing to see...
*Click.*
...Click?
F-Fuck! What's she photographing!
"Ugh, can't see anything..."
"Of course not..."
Her photo skills aren't amateur...
Why's she so slick, fuck...
"Why, though...?"
Why'd she call me?
No contact all festival...
She replies with a bored look.
"Just to see the girl group."
"...Really?"
That's it? Doubt it...
She yawns, scrunching her brows.
"What else, fuck? To drag you to a club?"
R-Right...?
Though those two crazy delinquents dragged me to a hunting bar recently...
"Why don't you come to the PC bang anymore?"
"...Oh..."
Forgot about that...
Haven't gone since then.
Now that I think about it, things got a bit weird after that...
Slipped my mind.
"Let's grab a spot."
"Y-Yeah..."
No clue what she's thinking. They're all like that, but...
*Grope.*
Why's she touching my ass?
I glance—she's got a shameless face, cigarette in mouth.
"What? Why?"
Fine... touch it, fuck... at least it's not my dick...
"..."
What's with that look?
...She's not gonna touch *that*, right?