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( bodyswap hell )
[ Waking up seeing an unfamiliar roof wasn't anything new -- at least, not for Inaba Himeko. But what was strange wasn't the sheer fact that the idea wasn't anything new, but rather, that the last second she recalled that she was making out with Natsuru. But in the next flicker of a second, their roles swapped.
Ah, so this is happening again...
But regardless of what Natsuru's intial surprise might be, Inaba decides to press forward, parting her (?) lips to deepen the kiss. She won't let anything like this stop her from getting what she wants. Especially not now. ]
Ah, so this is happening again...
But regardless of what Natsuru's intial surprise might be, Inaba decides to press forward, parting her (?) lips to deepen the kiss. She won't let anything like this stop her from getting what she wants. Especially not now. ]

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Of course, she doesn't stop the kiss; instead, the parting of his lips just elicits a response from her with a groan, a warm tongue entering Natsuru's - Inaba's? - mouth, taking the initiative here as she keeps an eye out for his reaction. ]
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While that hand rubs at him, Natsuru reacts by squirming and closing his thighs a little around the hand touching him. When that tongue slips past his lips he once again offers no resistance. It's a strange feeling, knowing that it's his own body doing these things to him in Inaba's body. But the desire to continue is stronger than the uncertainty about their switched roles, and soon he slides and swirls his borrowed tongue together with Inaba's with another soft moan. His hand, feeling so small against Inaba's currently very firm chest, unconsciously clutches at the fabric of the shirt. Just a little more won't hurt, right?]
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Inaba's body is still a bit foreign... more petite and cute, in her opinion, than her own. And she's never felt a man's touch making her feel so warm and... open, before. Technically, it's not a man, she supposes, but it feels that way.
Knowing it's Inaba in her own male body touching her in Inaba's makes it strange, but... somehow okay? This is something, male or female, that Natsuru would only share with her. They're too into this, she couldn't possibly turn back now.
Her newly small, delicate hand slides up her thigh to settle on Inaba's now-masculine hand, encouraging it to explore her further. She doesn't try to restrain the next moan that escapes her lips, humming into the deep kiss they're still sharing while her tongue slides against Inaba's. As long as Inaba still wants to do this, Natsuru will gladly yield her borrowed body to its rightful owner in whatever way Inaba desires.]
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Does it feel good?
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Y-... Yeah...
[She admits, a little breathlessly. There's a slightly higher pitch to Inaba's voice with an aroused Natsuru doing the speaking. A thought slips in at the back of her mind, that she could probably make Inaba feel good too. The flush of her cheeks grows deeper at the thought, but she doesn't dismiss it entirely.]