I kept my face close to the soft, warm cheeks for one final second, then spoke with calm certainty.
"I already know who this is. I remember the number of creases on each of your assholes… this is Yelena."
With that, I raised my hand and brought it down hard across one full, soft cheek. The sharp smack echoed through the room. Soft flesh jiggled under the impact, a vivid pink handprint blooming instantly on the pale skin.
Yelena yelped loudly, her whole body jerking forward on the bed.
"Aaaaaaaaaa—!"
Haruna's face flushed deep red. She stared at me, half scandalized, half impressed.
"You… you remember even that…? You're such a pervert…"
Even so, she reached up and loosened the blindfold, letting it fall away. Soft light returned.
The first thing I saw was Yelena still bent over the bed in the open-hole lingerie, her soft ass marked with a fresh pink handprint, the tight, clean rim of her asshole still slightly shiny from my earlier nose and the almost-penetration.
