生意気系幼なじみ（フタナリ）がお互いを煽り合って負け合う話-EN #1

On the train home from university. AKARI hung limply from the overhead strap, her weight slumped. Honestly, she wasn't feeling great right now. Next to her, her classmate Yu and her childhood friend and roommate Yukari were chatting happily. AKARI didn't like this situation. When Yu and Yukari got deep into conversation, she inevitably felt a bit left out. Was it something akin to jealousy? No, no... she thought, even though she was a college student now. Glancing briefly at the two, Yurari gave AKARI a smirk that could only be intentional. AKARI: “That girl...!” AKARI muttered her anger under her breath. She'd have to give her a proper talking-to when she got home. AKARI and Yukari were childhood friends who started living together when they entered university. These two were similar in ways that were hard to pinpoint. Their facial features were distinct individually, yet their overall resemblance was so striking that even close acquaintances sometimes called them by the wrong name. Their bodies were notably petite for their age, sometimes making them look like middle schoolers. It wasn't a joke; this too was something they shared. Their faces... normally had a friendly, charming look, but their expressions and words were problematic. Towards specific people, they'd wear a mocking expression and spit out insulting remarks. They had a cheeky nature, and perhaps because of that, their ability to quickly discern whether someone was someone they could provoke or someone they shouldn't disrespect was genuine. Because of this, they'd avoided fatal trouble. Except with each other. AKARI and Yukari were childhood friends, always together as if they were halves of a whole, yet each saw the other as inferior. The other was a being meant to serve them, and thus they felt entitled to provoke them endlessly. Because both held this view of each other, their communication was always a battle for dominance, a mutual belittling, a constant provocation. Yukari: “AKARI, what was that face just now? Did you get bored because Yuu got taken away from you?” After returning home, the words Yukari hurled at AKARI carried a certain sharpness. AKARI felt a sting inside. It wasn't because Yukari had hit the nail on the head. AKARI felt that Yukari had been deprived of her chance to talk with Yuu. Yukari was the one in control, and AKARI was her possession. Yet, without a shred of awareness, Yukari had gone and talked to Yu behind her back. What the hell was that about? But if she said that, Yukari would surely point out that petty jealousy again. AKARI made a mocking face at Yukari and provoked her back. Akari: "Huh?　You want me to think that? You really can't do without me, huh?“ Yukari: ”The one who can't do without is you, right? Hey? AKARI-chan." The two stood close together, each speaking as if the other were beneath them. Neither noticed the slight tremor at the other's temple. Both AKARI's taunts and Yukari's taunts were intensely infuriating to each other. These insolent words hit precisely the points neither wanted to be addressed. Though, setting aside their insolent taunts, both also had the aspect of being quite sensitive to provocation. They managed to suppress their anger while mocking each other, but despite their expressions, they inevitably ended up closing the distance as if challenging one another. Now, the tips of their large breasts, disproportionate to their height, were touching. Breasts the size of I-cups are just one shared physical trait they possess. They also share bright gray-brown short hair, eyes that appear slightly purple depending on the angle, pale skin, and a tightly cinched waist leading to a feminine curve from the hips to the thighs. Distinguishing features based on appearance are practically nonexistent. Around the time they entered university, someone suggested, “Why not change your hairstyle to avoid confusion?”　But she stubbornly refused, insisting why should she change her hairstyle for this guy, and so to this day, the two remain like two peas in a pod. When these two get close and glare at each other, it looks almost as if they're staring into a mirror. Part of why it looks that way might be their breasts, pressed evenly against each other. If you press breasts against something soft, they usually deform into complex shapes depending on their size and firmness. But right now, their breasts are flattened as if hitting a wall. In other words, because the size and firmness of both breasts are perfectly identical, their boundaries collide like straight planes, preventing either from encroaching on the other's territory. No matter how hard one pushes, the other counters with equal force. The result is a completely flat boundary surface, devoid of any complexity. No matter what, this situation remains unacceptable and infuriating. AKARI: “Huh? Are you tensing your chest? Too bad. It's not working at all.” Yukari: “Oh oh? Isn't that you? You're trying so hard to push in, right? Wasting your effort, huh?” Even as they taunted each other like this, they somehow restrained themselves from making a move. If either raised a hand first, they'd be teased endlessly about it. But there was something else that made them lose control first. The fronts of their skirts were pushed up, their tips touching. AKARI & Yukari: “Mm, hiiii...!!” AKARI & Yukari: “Huh? What's that? You're getting turned on by me teasing you? You're a maso pervert, aren't you?” Akari's penis inside her skirt grew even larger at those words. And the same was true beneath Yukari's skirt. Both of them were born futanari. It was an extremely rare physical trait: being female while possessing a penis. Though normally extremely small, when aroused, they filled with blood, hardening and growing large. Their size easily surpassed that of the average man. In other words, being teased and mocked was the clearest proof that both of them were getting turned on. Both AKARI and Yukari would likely deny this. They claimed their excitement stemmed from taunting and teasing each other. It was, if anything, sadistic pleasure, absolutely not masochistic. How true this was, however, remained unclear. Normally, they never found themselves in a situation where their bodies reacted and became aroused like this. It only happened when they were attacking each other, or being attacked. Anyway, they resolved to violate each other “as usual.” It was their norm to mock each other while their bodies entwined. For some reason, they couldn't get into that mood with anyone but this childhood friend, this roommate. Because of that, they both saw each other as inferior, mocked each other, yet couldn't tear themselves away. AKARI: “Today, I'll finally show you who's on top, okay?” Yukari: “This time, I'll show you who the real owner is, won't I?” Their erect penises pressed against each other through their skirts, grinding and pushing. The sensation sent shivers down their spines. This insolent little dick needs to be taught a lesson. And these bothersome tits too. AKARI and Yukari rolled from the entrance into the living room, stripping off their clothes. They casually hung identical-sized clothes on hangers, then shamelessly shed their bras and panties. Now completely naked, the two indistinguishable female bodies stood side by side again, threatening each other at close range. AKARI: “Yukari's body seems to be begging to be violated by me.” Yukari's large nipples stood erect, a glossy pale pink. Her penis points upward, its glans swollen and ready, as if waiting for the moment of penetration. Yukari: “Isn't that true for you too, AKARI? It seems like it can't wait.” Akari's body was just as aroused as Yukari's. No matter how much they tried to deny it, being completely naked meant it would be obvious immediately. In that sense, both Akari and Yukari honestly acknowledged their own arousal. AKARI: “Well then, how about I start by crushing those cheeky tits of yours?” Yukari: “Hmm, you really want your tits crushed, huh?” AKARI and Yukari pressed their massive breasts firmly against each other. The defining feature of both their large breasts was their intense firmness. This strong firmness prevented their breasts from sagging, instead thrusting them forward with a solid presence. Beyond their I-cup size, these beautiful and provocative breasts are impressive enough to draw stares from both men and women. When they pressed these massive breasts together forcefully, the pressure from their own weight compressed not just their breast tissue but their lungs. Under that pressure, a deep gasp escaped from the back of both their throats. AKARI: “Huh? You look like you're struggling. Did you lose?” Yukari: “You're the one who's struggling, aren't you?”　You should admit defeat quickly, don't you think?“ Both women ignored their own situation and grew irritated by this provocation. AKARI & Yukari: ”What's that supposed to mean? You're just a small-breasted nobody, and you're defying us?“ AKARI & Yukari: ”We don't want to hear that from a small-breasted nobody! You, small-breasted nobody!!" AKARI and Yukari pressed their breasts together even harder. The pressure on their chests made breathing difficult. Naturally, their breasts were also being crushed, inflicting a dull ache and discomfort upon them. Of course, that pain, that suffering, and the degree of their flesh being crushed, fell equally upon both of them. Trying desperately to overwhelm these insolent breasts, they slowly moved their bodies up and down, kneading each other's flesh, searching for any slight advantage. AKARI Yurari: “Give up, give up, it's fine to lose. You're just a pair of weakling boobs, after all.” There's no way they could just say “Yes, ma'am” and back down after being told that. They had no choice but to fight back, and neither could afford to lose. Stubbornly, they shook each other's breasts, trying to crush them. They were pressing their breasts directly against each other head-on, but the sheer pressure was too intense for either to gain a decisive advantage. At the same time, their bodies gradually swayed sideways, causing each other's left breasts to slip into the other's cleavage. AKARI: “Ahaha, it's a boob sandwich!” Yukari: “Maybe we should settle this like this.” AKARI: “Right here, we'll just titfuck each other's left boobs.” Yukari: “The loser's pathetic tits might even leak milk ♥” AKARI: “Sounds good ♥ A clash of titfuck against titfuck ♥” Yukari: “This will show which of us has the real pathetic tits ♥” AKARI & Yukari: “In this titfuck battle, the fucking loser gets crushed ♥♥” Doing something like that, with two women possessing equally large breasts, wouldn't end well for either of them. However, both women were confident in themselves—perhaps overly so—and gladly threw themselves into this quagmire of a contest. But what they came to realize was that beyond the quagmire of an indecisive contest, it was the sheer pleasure of each other's bodies, each other's breasts. AKARI & Yukari: “Mmmph! ♥♥ Wh-what is this? ♥♥” Her firm left breast was sandwiched between the other's firm, voluminous, and smooth breast, crushed and squeezed as it was moved up and down. It felt like the ultimate pleasure a breast could receive. The soft pressure enveloped her entire breast, and the rhythmic breast massage seemed to accelerate the production of milk. It felt like being served, yet also like being tormented. And this wasn't just happening to AKARI's breasts, or just to Yukari's breasts—it was happening with both of their breasts. The relentless, eternal breast-to-breast battle between the two was too perfectly punishing for each other. AKARI: “Ohhh...♥ My breasts are losing...♥♥” Yukari: “Ohhh...♥ My breasts are going to spill out...♥♥” AKARI & Yukari: “Breasts, breasts are dangerous... We're making weakling milk! ♥♥ Oohhhhh! ♥♥♥♥” Finally, their bodies trembled violently, and they climaxed solely from the breast-to-breast friction. The left breast, overwhelmed by pleasure and pressure, even sprayed milk. The other's breast milk poured thickly into the valley between their breasts. AKARI: “So weak, huh? ♥ Yurari's left boob is so weak, huh? ♥ You squirted inside AKARI's boob, didn't you? ♥♥” Yurari: “So weak, huh? ♥ AKARI's left boob is so weak, huh? ♥ You squirted inside Yurari's boob, didn't you? ♥♥” AKARI & Yukari: “Shut up♥ Loser tits♥ Wasteful tits♥♥” Even the lingering afterglow of the milk shot turns to irritation when spoken like this. AKARI: “You call them wasteful tits, huh? Want me to show you what a real waste is?” Yukari: “Don't you think you're the one who'll get to taste the real waste?”