Common Sense of Rice Cake Sharing (2)
After washing up thoroughly in the bathroom and coming out, I refused to talk for a while, so Geon-yul put all his effort into soothing me.
"I get it, okay? I masturbate too, yeah. Last time you said the bathroom smelled too much like cum, I felt the same way."
"Sniffle, but you didn't catch me in the act."
"No, I get it. And it wasn't like you were going at it hardcore or anything—just fiddling with your nipples a bit. That's no big deal."
"But it's weird!Hic, I'm a guy, and getting off just from touching my own nipples...!"
"No! Guys actually like nipple play too, you know? You've watched plenty of porn and hentai, so you get it—girls sucking guys' nipples during sex is sneakily common...!"
"Uwaaaah!"
I pounded on Geon-yul's chest muscles and finally burst into sobs. The tears I'd been holding back flooded out like a dam breaking. Once they started, I felt way more honest.
"Waaah! It's all your fault! You sucked my nipples earlier, and it felt so weird, so I wanted to feel it again to figure it out...!"
"...That's what it was?"
"You pervert, I said touch them, not suck—look at the mess you made...!"
"Want me to suck 'em again myself?"
"You bastard!"
"Hey, if you're gonna call me that, at least take off the puppy ears headband first."
Come to think of it, I'd already removed the tail, but not the headband? I yanked it off and this time smacked his thighs.
"And don't you know English, you idiot? It clearly said 'transparency adjustment'—you totally knew and...!"
"No, I really didn't. You were always good at school, but I wasn't. Don't you remember me asking you English questions all the time?"
"Shut up, grrr... What's the point of being good at English when I'm like this now?"
"Pull yourself together. Blow your nose first—honk, like that!"
"Hoooonk!"
I snorted and stared at my red nose and face in the mirror. For a second, I thought even my crying face was pretty, but with Geon-yul right there, I swallowed the thought.
"Ugh, whatever. I've washed up and gotten ready for bed, so don't bug me anymore—go to sleep."
"You're not seriously making me sleep there?"
"We can't share a bed. I'll take the small one."
Sure enough, when I tried to lie on the small bed instead of the big one, Geon-yul's eyes went wide and he shook his head. I knew this would happen.
"You should take the big bed. My sleeping habits are tame, so the small one's fine for me. But you... didn't you almost roll off yesterday?"
"No choice! I'm smaller, so it's natural for me to take the small one. Does that even need explaining?"
After that, Geon-yul and I argued over the beds for a good while. All sorts of ideas came up. Since it was a king-size, there'd be plenty of space for both of us—why not just share? He suggested it carefully, but I shot it down flat.
"Sharing's still too weird!"
Like he said, my sleeping habits aren't great. If I shared with someone, I might wake up in a totally different position—like clinging to Geon-yul, or worse, sliding down and accidentally brushing his morning wood... I wanted to avoid that disaster.
Finally, I convinced him by pointing out the size difference—his body wouldn't even fit on the small bed. He finally nodded, looking sorry.
"Guess there's no helping it."
I sighed in relief that he'd agreed, but also felt secretly glad the bed fight had buried the masturbation topic. When he caught me, all sorts of thoughts raced through my head. I knew from lewd manga what usually happens when a girl gets caught masturbating—blackmail into becoming a toilet meat meat toilet, or mutual masturbation that turns into a loving ravishing. I'd never seen a female character come out unscathed after getting busted by another guy.
Yet here I was, safe. Sure, the image of me squatting, squeezing out cum, and tweaking my nipples was probably burned into his brain, but I'd survived.
No more masturbating, ever!
Technically, just nipple play might not count as full masturbation, but whatever. I wasn't desperate for release, and with a roommate, the humiliation risk was way too high.
Geon-yul would probably keep doing it here like in his old place, but that's his business.
"Just sleep! We gotta wake up early tomorrow!"
And that night, under the covers facing the wall away from Geon-yul, I rubbed my nipples and squeezed my thighs together until late, finally drifting off.
"...Ah! Chae-a! Time to get up!"
"Yeah, mmph..."
I barely lifted my heavy eyelids at the familiar voice and sat up. The sun wasn't even up yet—why so early?
"Lemme sleep moreee..."
"Get ready now or you won't finish the rice cake rounds before class! Up!"
"Rice... cakes? Sudden rice... Hyaah?!"
A shock like electricity shot through me. I sat bolt upright without even pulling the hair from my mouth. Right—rice cake sharing. To three neighbor houses. And prepping by stuffing rice cakes in my pussy first, so early wake-up was key. Without Geon-yul, I'd have overslept and forgotten, heading straight to school.
"Morning holes are dry and tight, right? You okay?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah... I'll handle it."
"If it's too rough, say so. I'll help."
"Help?"
"Kidding, kidding."
Taking the rice cakes from him to the bathroom, my waist ached bad. Even in this altered common sense world, post-sex soreness was real. He looked fine, which pissed me off, but no time for that.
"...Will it go in?"
I picked up a honey rice cake with my fingers and examined it. After taking Geon-yul's monster yesterday, this should be easy. No idea how many at once, though—trial and error.
"Mm, still a stretch."
My pussy wasn't bone-dry, thanks to last night's blanket nipple teasing and thigh-rubbing. Maybe it got moist while sleeping. But compared to the flood from Geon-yul's pre-sex torment, it was nothing.
I knew I could get way wetter.
Gotta lube it up first?
Not 'cause I'm a masturbation addict! Circumstances. Shoving dry rice cakes in would tear like hell. Even soaked yesterday, his cock hurt like crazy. No repeat.
So, like last night—tease nipples, rub thighs gently. Best I knew.
"Mm...Hn...Haa... ♡"
Even mornings, my sensitive body reacted fast. Nipples felt way more sensitive than yesterday—undeveloped area awakening.
I circled my pink areola with a fingertip, teasing, thighs rubbing softly until my body heated up and nipples begged. Then—twist both hard and grind thighs fierce.
Now!!
"Haaang♡"
I moaned loud, no holding back. Yesterday proved the bathroom was soundproof—unless he made the walls transparent, no issue.
"Mm, still not enough."
Big moan, but pussy still dryish. Why? Shoulda drunk more water? Thought I was juicy...
Geon-yul's rough hands flashed back. Pre-sex, he made me do shameful stuff, and I gushed. What was different?
He was rougher.
My "masturbation" was too gentle—no pussy touching, just nipples and thighs. Thought it'd suffice.
"...Not enough."
Solo caution wasn't cutting it—took forever to ramp up sensitivity. Morning time crunch was a problem.
One way left.
- "If it's too rough, say so. I'll help."
Ridiculous—I'd scoffed. But now, only choice.
It'll be fine... right?
Solo pussy play? Clit rub or finger-fuck might work, but I'm a noob. Geon-yul's experienced via me. Safer with the pro friend.
Self-loathing at asking a friend, but he'd plugged my ass day one—at my request.
Anal's done, pussy's nothing. Just ask casually!
Geon-yul could finger me to multiples and stuff rice cakes easy. Tool available—dumb not to use.
Hand on door—
Knock knock!
"Chae-a, you in there? Taking forever—take this?"
"Uh, yeah?"
I clutched my chest, startled. Knock right as I opened—like he read my mind.
What now?
Ask straight? Or... Brain raced, but I peeked out, naked below for easy play.
"Can't done? Use this. Way easier."
"Huh? This is..."
"Lube. Slather it on, rice cakes'll slide right in."
"...Huh?"
Hammer to the head.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing. Lube."
"Not hurting?"
"Nothing, nothing."
Lube existed. Why didn't I think?
"Need help inside?"
"No! I got it. Thanks!"
"Uh, okay..."
Slammed door, slathered lube. Pussy now greedily gaping, devouring anything.
"Hng...!"
And that day, I stuffed three rice cakes in my pussy.