Before long she was using a proper wrist snap, stroking in a steady rhythm.
My cock looked like it was dancing inside her hands.
I couldn’t help admiring how quickly she’d gotten the hang of it—barely five minutes in.
Maybe she had been practicing handjobs just for me.
What started slow grew faster and faster, and my breathing turned rough to match.
My balls tightened hard; the urge to cum rose fast.
But ending it now would be a waste.
I wanted to savor this pleasure a little longer.
I clenched my teeth, tensed my thighs, and forced the climax back down.
Chaerin must have sensed the change—her hands faltered for a second.
She looked up and met my eyes for the first time.
Those slightly panicked eyes were full of the fear that she’d done something wrong.
I smiled without thinking and spoke quietly.
“Keep going.”
At those two words her face bloomed bright again.
Like a puppy praised for good behavior, she refocused on my cock and worked her hands even more passionately.
Far bolder and more explicit than before.
Whether she had practiced or not, she started rubbing the head with her precum-soaked palms.
The orgasm came roaring back like a wave.
This time there was no stopping it.
I decided I was going to paint those little hands white.
“Chaerin… I’m cumming…!”
At the warning her hands instinctively clenched tighter around my cock.
That pressure was the final trigger.
Brrrrrrrt—!
An enormous load erupted like a volcano.
Thick, scalding cum filled her small hands and overflowed, running down her wrists to soak her pale thighs.
A few ropes shot high enough to leave white streaks across her cheek and chin.
Chaerin’s eyes went huge at the unexpected volume and force.
“Hyaat—?”
The orgasm wouldn’t stop.
Gulp, gulp.
My cock kept thrashing, wringing out every last drop buried deep in my balls.
Chaerin could only stare blankly down at the mess covering her hands and face.
Shock and unmistakable excitement warred on her features.
Watching that face, my eyebrows twitched.
Still catching the last lazy dribbles on her fingertips, she murmured,
“There’s so much…”
Without thinking she brought the cum-coated fingers toward her tongue.
The second our eyes met she realized what she was doing and her face went nuclear red.
“I-I was just curious what it tasted like!
Anyway, I’m gonna go wash my hands…!”
She scrambled up and fled to the bathroom like her life depended on it.
Alone in the room, I burst out laughing at how adorable her reaction had been.
And even before the afterglow of the orgasm faded, I felt my cock already starting to rise again.
Normally a guy hit refractory period after one load, but this body showed zero signs of cooling down.
Was a real girl’s hand just that different from jerking off alone?
Not like I’d ever been with a woman before, so I had no idea.
“Damn…”
I didn’t even know what to say.
If a handjob felt this good, how mind-blowing would actual sex be?
Right then the phone on the desk vibrated.
A message from the blonde beauty I’d seen at the hospital—Subin.
I was about to reply when the memory of all those women staring holes through me earlier came flooding back.
Streets packed with women.
The way everyone treated me like something special just for being male.
One orgasm had cleared my head just enough to notice how wrong that was.
I’d possessed this body, and I hadn’t seen a single other man.
Where the hell were all the men?
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Chaerin locked the bathroom door and stood in front of the mirror.
She turned on the faucet but had zero intention of washing the cum off her hands.
The face looking back at her was flushed with pure lust.
“Haa… haa…”
The face of the happiest woman in the world, covered in her twin brother’s semen.
She tugged her panties down a little; sticky nectar already stretched in long threads from her soaked folds.
With cum-smeared fingers she lightly stroked over her mound.
The satisfaction of having Sihyuk’s semen on her pussy sent a sharp tingle racing up her spine.
“Haaahh…!”
When Sihyuk had the accident, Chaerin felt like she’d lost the entire world.
She had cried in front of him all day long.
When he finally opened his eyes she thanked God.
But the doctor’s words about amnesia were a new kind of despair.
The gentle twin brother who used to push her away was gone.
Yet when she brought up sexual processing, Sihyuk hadn’t refused.
If anything, he seemed to enjoy it.
Normally he would have been disgusted by the mere mention.
So she had pushed him into accepting the sexual processing.
A twinge of guilt hit her for taking advantage of his lost memories.
But that tiny guilt vanished the instant she wrapped her hand around his rock-hard cock.
Her first cock had been far bigger, thicker, and more magnificent than she ever imagined.
The moment that scorching load painted her hands and face, she felt an almost painfully lewd happiness.
Unlike other men he got hard easily, showed no pain, and even seemed to revel in it.
It was strange, but she didn’t care.
The amnesia seemed to have erased the personality that kept women at arm’s length.
And his sex drive might have gotten even stronger.
She wanted this happiness to last.
Until his memories returned, she wanted to give him sexual processing every single night.
No—maybe even go further than just processing… deeper.
Maybe she could become a real family with the brother she loved.
“Oppa… Oppaaa…”
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