TS Stone

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When I came to, I was lying in an unfamiliar bed.

As I lay on the bed, completely soaked in my sweat, a black man came over and sat on a chair next to me, wiping the sweat from my forehead with a towel.

Without even taking off his clothes, he left his sweaty body as if to dirty the blanket, and only wiped the sweat from his face, neck, and hands. As soon as I opened my eyes, he handed me a bottle of water that he had left next to him.

"ha…."

"Can I have a drink?"

About 500ml. The contents of that plastic bottle were water, water. I felt like I wanted to rush to the water because of my thirst that was about to burst, but my body felt heavy and it was hard to move. But the heat spread. I wanted to drink. I could do anything… .

"I don't know… what drug it is, but I feel really thirsty. Is it MDMA? Or a designer drug…? I don't know what it is, but I'll stay on it until the effects wear off."

"Hey, where is this?"

When I asked in a half-spoken tone, he opened the cap of the plastic bottle and handed it to me. I immediately drank it in one gulp, but he stopped me from drinking.

"Don't drink too quickly, drink slowly."

"Haa… haa…."

"…I have it for now."

Even though I was told to drink slowly, I couldn't stand the thirst. I wanted to ask for water again, but I held back because I thought I knew why I shouldn't drink so much water all of a sudden. I felt good enough to not feel uncomfortable about taking drugs, and I was a little dazed. The black man in front of me looked really cool. Just the fact that he helped me, and the fact that he was just taking care of me when I came to my senses, made me feel good. He was so cool.

My body felt hot as I smelled the sweat from my sweaty shirt. I thought it was because of the medicine, but my thighs and buttocks tensed up on their own.

"Just wait a minute."

The black man suddenly got up from his seat and went out of the room. I looked around while lying on the bed and saw that there was only exercise equipment in the house and no one there… Does he live alone?

… I don't know why, but it really makes my heart race.

Is this the shaky bridge effect?

This is clearly the wobbly bridge effect. I'm not a gay guy who likes black people, so this is clearly the wobbly bridge effect.

For some reason, my body, which had become hot while being carried with me leaning on its back, did not seem to cool down at all.

This feeling is definitely similar to the feeling I had when I first held hands with my first love's older sister...

…Why am I doing this?

I'm not gay.

Ah, but now that I'm a woman, in a way it's normal... Ah, no!

I'm not gay!

But my body feels hot. It must be because of the medicine. That must be why this strange, hazy feeling never stops.

Kwon Seong-min… .

The murderous intent is rising, that son of a bitch. That rapist son of a bitch, that drug addict son of a bitch.

"hey."

The black man is back.

I guess you changed into lighter clothes… You're wearing a black tank top.

A black person is a black person.

I thought you were naked because of the camouflage.

He was holding a towel in his hand.

"First, wipe off the sweat. You'll catch a cold."

He immediately handed me a towel, picked up a chair, and sat down with his back turned to me.

Are you sure you don't care that I don't see you wiping sweat? You could just wipe it inside your clothes.

… somehow it feels gentlemanly.

What the heck is this black guy?

In my experience, Westerners can't be this considerate... They're all just being sly...

Looking at her clothes, the gray tank top she was wearing inside was already soaked with sweat, her bra was crooked, and her clothes were soaking wet. Her lower body was also soaking wet, as if she had been in water.

I didn't think I could just wipe it off. I thought I needed to shower, but in my current state, I felt like I would need someone to help me shower, so I put my hand inside my clothes and wiped the sweat with difficulty.

I was calling him "Black Black" in my head, so I felt a little awkward and asked him his name.

"Wow, what's your name?"

"david"

David… .

It doesn't seem to match my appearance, but somehow it feels like a gentlemanly name… .

"What's your name?"

This time, David asked me for my name instead.

…name?

How should I answer… .

I think it's a bit much to say my name when I was a man.

I just blurted out a random name, thinking I had to give a vague answer.

"Ma, My Name is Heeyeon…."

Now that I think about it, I think my cousin's name was Hee-yeon… .

… It's okay, they are completely different people in terms of body type and appearance, so even if their names are the same, they are different people.

Suddenly I felt sorry towards my cousin.

"Hwiyeon?"

"Hee-yeon."

"Whew... whew... will?"

"Hee, Yeon."

"Oh my god, you are Korean."

David, who had been pronouncing my name several times, suddenly turned his back on me and touched his forehead, asking if I was Korean, perhaps because my name was difficult to pronounce.

Do all Westerners use this many gestures?

My black male friends also talk like that, and it's still a little strange no matter how many times I see it.

"Whew... Will? Did you wipe all the sweat off?"

I realize this now, but somehow the way you speak is quite polite.

The pronunciation is a bit messy, but the honorifics themselves are used very well.

"Oh, okay."

After making sure my back was properly turned, I lifted my clothes and roughly adjusted my bra, but then I felt that my back was soaked with sweat.

I want to clean it… but I want to change my clothes… .

Rather than that, I want to at least wipe myself down with a wet towel, even if I can't shower… .

'Should I ask to borrow some clothes… or ask to have my back wiped?'

It seemed like a good idea, but now that I think about it, I'm a woman… and considering what Kwon Seong-min did just now, I think it might be a little dangerous because I think a man would want to try out a woman like me.

But I have a feeling that David might be okay…

Why?

I just saw you for the first time today.

This is the first time I've seen a black person today…!

David turned his back to me as if telling me to clean it myself, but he was holding water in his hand. It seemed as if he was going to let me drink whenever I wanted… .

…let's think about it calmly.

The reason I'm asking David to wipe my back right now is because I can't reach him.

You have to pull up your clothes to wipe the sweat.

The reason I'm thinking about asking this of a black man I just met today is because I really like him because he helped me out.

It might be because of the medicine. But it was true that my heart was pounding more and more. My body reacted on its own and I became aware of the black man in front of me.

… why is that?

I can't think of any reason why I shouldn't ask her to wipe it. Maybe it's because of the drugs, but my head feels numb and I can't think straight.

I want to ask you to wipe it. I want to be touched.

A hot heat fills my body.

The olfactory stimulating scent of a man keeps bothering my head. I wonder why he is doing this, but I can't refuse him.

"Hey…David?"

Eventually, my mouth moved on its own. I let out a gasp of breath and asked David in a voice that didn't sound like my own.

For some reason, my face suddenly feels hot… .

"Please…wipe my back."

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'Haaaaaahh ...

I was sitting on the bed with my back to the bed, with my top pulled up. Behind me, David was holding a wet towel in his hand.

How on earth did it turn out like this?

Even though I thought that it shouldn't be like this, my head wouldn't listen. When David came in with a towel soaked in water, I saw that my pants were slightly bulging, but instead of feeling the usual sense of rejection, my breathing only got faster.

She takes off her top and leans her back, revealing her sweaty body. She covers her chest with both hands, but her underwear is already visible, and it's almost as if she's completely naked. Even if she's tempting me, I know I have nothing to say.

And yet, I couldn't stop.

It must be the medicine. It was the first time I felt like this. I felt as if I would collapse into the bed at any moment, as if gravity had increased, and the tension in my uterus and vagina would not stop, as if they were erect.

Every time the cold towel touched my back, a sound came out of my mouth. I was so surprised by the sound of a woman's voice, but I couldn't tell him to stop.

"Ugh…."

David stood next to me as I sat on the bed with my back exposed, and as he wiped my back, his hands felt hot and ticklish and I trembled every time they brushed against my back.

Every time that happened, the air became increasingly strange, and the silence continued. I could increasingly feel a hot sensation coming from behind me.

"Ha, hauk…."

As the towel came around to my side and started wiping my sides and stomach, a strange sound came out of my mouth.

Again, a strange atmosphere settled in and silence followed… .

For a moment, I wonder. Why am I here in the house of a black person I've just met today, with my back exposed? And I'm a woman at that… .

Besides, the more I think about it, the more embarrassed I become when I become a party to it, it's like a third-rate romance novel situation… .

He's not the prince who carries her drugged up in a princess hug. No, I said it, but it's disgusting.

Even if I wanted to bring up the subject and ask questions, the only things that came to mind were, "Hey David, why did you help me today when you first met me?" or "It's because you're so beautiful..."

'Haaah… what is this situation… .'

It was so awkward that it was confusing. But my body was getting hotter and hotter, and I couldn't stop David's hand from wiping my stomach.

Oh, I don't know.

Why on earth am I doing this… I'm confused.

Even though there was no more sweat, the hands that continued to wipe it off had changed into caressing, but instead of stopping it, I gave in to the hands and continued to let out dirty voices. In fact, my body was even pleased. Pleasure was completely taking over my head. It had to be because of the drugs. It was definitely because of the drugs. Because of that guy Kwon Seong-min. That's why, that's why…

"...ok?"

Then, I couldn't answer what he said as he wiped my chest, which was being held in his hand with a wet towel, from the bottom up.

With just one word, I understood what he was trying to say.

He asked me to take it off so he could wipe my chest.

… the atmosphere became more mysterious.

I really felt like my mind had completely turned into a woman's. I was so embarrassed and ashamed that I couldn't help but think about him touching my body.

Even when I try to imagine a man touching a man's back, my overly large breasts keep reminding me that I am a woman now.

…my heart starts pounding. My face turns red and I find myself leaning forward.

No no no no!

no!

I'm not gay!

"Ahhh…."

… While I was distracted for a moment, a strange sound escaped my mouth as the hand that was wiping my lower chest again was there.

I hate to admit it, but the sound I just made was definitely a moan.

… After my moans, the air feels increasingly strange. The hot air warms my body, and the room becomes hot because of my heated body.

Even though I clearly thought it was because of the medicine, my body moved on its own.

"…Look somewhere else for a moment."

I took off the clothes that had been pulled up to my chest, leaving only my bra, and then I put both arms behind me and untied the bra straps.

I feel like I'm losing my mind as I'm becoming increasingly more and more overwhelmed by a strange feeling.

No matter what, you took off your bra… .

Even though she is a woman now, she was originally a man, so I know that this behavior can easily be misunderstood.

But for some reason… I took it off without realizing it.

I took it off without really thinking about it.

In the strange atmosphere, David quietly placed his hand on her stomach again and slowly began to massage her chest under the towel.

It wasn't the kind of atmosphere where I could wipe away sweat. Even though I felt his caressing touch, I trembled and unintentionally responded to David's touch.

"Ugh…."

Why on earth is my body like this?

I'm going crazy.

It's definitely because of the drugs. Because of the drugs. Because of that, it's like this… .

I feel like my sense of time is collapsing. David has been wiping my body for so long that the cold towel feels warm, and as I do so, my mind starts to feel hazy, and at the same time, my breathing seems to be getting a little hotter.