The Most Reliable Way to Comfort My Injured Childhood Friend

Dawn.

In the cramped room, only the sound of gentle breathing and the occasional faint sniffle lingered in the air.

Seola was fast asleep with her arms wrapped tightly around my waist, burrowed deep into my chest.

She had spent the entire day crying and throwing a fit over my battered face. Even now, exhausted and unconscious, she kept sniffling intermittently.

At the emergency room I couldn't exactly admit I'd been jumped by those senior bastards, so I lied and said I'd gotten drunk and fallen down some stairs.

The nurse who saw my injuries kept asking with a suspicious look if she should call the police, but I firmly refused, thinking of Jinwoo—the guy who'd basically saved my life—and we headed home.

'...I had no idea she cared about me this much.'

I quietly gazed down at the crown of Seola's head as she clung to me.

Come to think of it, in that tiny backwater village, the only kids our age had been me and her. We'd spent years rolling around in the dirt together. Seeing her cry so bitterly just because I was hurt made something heavy and tight twist in my chest.

Just as I was about to sink into that warm, touching feeling—

Squish.

"...Huh?"

An incredible weight pressed heavily against my side and chest. As Seola burrowed even deeper, her F-cup breasts crushed fully against my body with no space left between us.

The body heat coming through a single thin t-shirt. The way the heavy mass shifted with every breath. The poignant emotion from moments ago vanished somewhere, and my mouth suddenly went dry.

I swallowed once.

I really shouldn't be doing this to my childhood friend. My head knew that clearly, yet the hands that had already held her last night began tracing those memories on their own.

In the end, I muttered an excuse that even I found ridiculous.

'...She's asleep. Just a little bit.'

I stealthily slid my hand under the hem of her t-shirt. The ample, warm flesh—without even a bra—filled my palm to overflowing.

Squeeze. Knead.

"Mmm... Hng..."

In her sleep, Seola twisted her body and let out a sensual little moan.

My hand froze instantly. Had she woken up? I held my breath, but she only pressed deeper into my arms, exhaling hot breath against me.

Again. Slowly.

The weight that filled and overflowed my palm. As a complete novice who'd never touched another woman's breasts in my life, I thought something this big should sag from its own mass. But Seola's breasts defied that, springy and resilient like they were lying.

The flesh spilling between my fingers was cloud-soft yet pushed back with maddening firmness.

Each time I kneaded, something brushed my fingertips—her sensitive nipples, now stiffly erect.

My head spun.

Forgetting the throbbing pain from yesterday's beating, I grew bolder, massaging her breasts with increasing intensity.

And eventually, I crossed the line.

I lifted the tips of my fingers from the soft flesh and gently rolled those erect nipples.

"Hngh...!"

Seola let out a pained-sounding moan.

'Fuck! That's it! I'm done for!'

My heart plummeted to my feet.

I froze, fingers stiff, and watched her without daring to breathe. But Seola showed no sign of waking. She only burrowed deeper into my chest, breathing hotly.

'...Phew. Thank god. She didn't wake up.'

The relief lasted only a moment. What I'd been touching only with my fingertips in the dark suddenly made me desperately want to see it.

Like a man possessed, I used my fingers to lift the t-shirt that had ridden up to her chest a little higher.

The room was pitch black with both the monitor and lights off. Yet the faint dawn light seeping through a gap in the curtains illuminated those pink, erect nipples standing out against skin as white ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as fresh rice cakes. A pair of vivid crimson points on a pure white canvas.

It was so explicit that I unconsciously swallowed hard. Before I knew it, my head was lowering toward them on its own.

Just once. If I could just take one into my mouth—

Gulp.

My Adam's apple bobbed. My nose drew so close it nearly brushed her skin, and—

"Mmm... Ngh!"

"...!"

Seola suddenly twisted and let out a loud groan.

My heart lurched. My lips froze right in front of her.

I stayed rigid as stone, not daring to breathe, but fortunately she buried her head deep into my chest again and fell back into a soft, steady sleep.

"...Hah."

The breath I'd been holding escaped in a long sigh. I forced my pounding heart to calm down and carefully pulled her disheveled t-shirt back into place.

I don't know how long ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'd been out cold.

Lazy sunlight filtered through the window, and my whole body ached like it'd been hit by a truck. What forced my heavy eyelids open despite the dull pain was none other than the smell.

The bubbling sound of stew boiling and the savory aroma of doenjang tickling my nose.

"Mmm..."

Rubbing my eyes and forcing my heavy lids open, I saw Seola's back in the small kitchen of our narrow room. She was wearing an apron.

The table was already set with steaming rice and a pot of rich stew.

"...Hey. What's gotten into you? Making breakfast and everything."

When I asked in a hoarse voice, Seola—who had been tasting the food—turned and shrugged.

"Well, it happens sometimes. Stop talking and just get up and eat."

Normally she would've bragged that since she cooked, the dishes were my responsibility, but today her tone was strangely gentle.

"Yeah... The food does smell good."

As I lifted my upper body to get out of bed—

"Ugh!"

A sharp pain shot through my solar plexus and ribs where I'd been stepped on yesterday, forcing a groan out of me.

"Ah! Hey, Minjun! Be careful!"

Seola set the ladle down and rushed over in a panic.

She carefully supported both my shoulders to help me up, then even escorted me all the way to the chair and helped me sit.

But the surprises didn't end there.

Instead of sitting across from me, Seola pulled her chair right next to mine and sat close. Then she scooped rice onto a spoon, carefully placed some stew ingredients on top with great care.

"Here, say 'ah~'."

"...Huh?"

"Say 'ah~'. It'll hurt if you lift your arm."

Seola blew on the hot spoonful of rice, then carefully brought it to my lips.

In twenty years of life, this was the same girl who used to fight me with chopsticks over meat dishes during holidays. And now she was cooling rice with her own breath to feed me by hand.

I found myself staring blankly at her face.

Our eyes met.

Only then did she seem to realize what she was doing. Her earlobes began to flush red.

My face heated up too, and the two of us awkwardly avoided each other's gaze.

After about a second of that strange silence—

"...Are you going to eat or not?!"

Unable to bear the embarrassment any longer, Seola suddenly yelled. She grabbed my cheek with one hand and shoved the spoon straight into my mouth.

"Mmph—! Cough, hack!"

The hot rice went straight down my throat and I choked.

As I coughed and pounded my chest, Seola glared at me with a bright red face.

"Who told you to stare like that?! You should've just eaten it nicely!"

What kind of double standard was this? Still, as I wiped the tears that had come from choking, I thought blankly once more.

'...Wow. Fuck. Maybe I should just stay hurt every day?'

By the time I'd eaten most of the food, Seola set the spoon down and fidgeted, watching me.

"Yesterday, I was really... th-thank you."

With her face flushed red, she shyly offered her thanks in an unusually timid voice.

But that was as far as it went. Before the shyness could even fade, Seola's face transformed like a demon.

"...But those damn bastards!! Argh!!!! They really should've all died!!!"

Seola swung her fists through the air, fuming.

I almost chuckled, but my ribs pulled painfully, so I quickly schooled my expression and shrugged.

"Leave it. I may look like this now, but they got wrecked way worse yesterday. Didn't you hear the sound of Jinwoo's fist landing? They probably turned into mush."

"Th-that may be...! But you're this badly hurt!"

"It's fine, it's fine. I don't want to waste my precious time worrying about those idiots."

At my nonchalant tone, Seola pouted like she still wasn't satisfied.

Still, she eventually calmed her heavy breathing, let out a deep sigh, and slumped back in her chair.

"Haa... Yeah, it's not like I'm avoiding shit because I'm scared—it's because it's dirty. ...Still, it's lucky we both have no classes or shifts today. You can't go outside looking like that."

Clatter. Clack.

The sound of empty bowls stacking. With that, last night's spectacular incident seemed to be wrapped up for now.

Lazy afternoon sunlight poured diagonally through the window.

With a full stomach and a perfect free afternoon with nothing to do, the two of us sprawled on the bed and floor in our narrow ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠room, blankly staring at our phone screens.

I was leaning against the bed, binge-reading the adult manhwa I usually followed. But as I scrolled, one ridiculous episode caught my eye.

The male lead had his arm in a cast and couldn't 'comfort' himself, so the female lead—blushing the whole time—helped him out with her hand in a gracious turn of events.

'...Oh ho.'

Of course my arms were perfectly fine despite yesterday's beating. But staring at that arousing situation on the screen made my fingers itch.

I cleared my throat a few times and called out to the girl lying on the floor fiddling with her phone.

"Hey, Seola."

"What?"

"Aren't you really grateful to me for yesterday?"

At the sudden question, Seola lifted her head sharply and frowned.

"...Why are you asking that all of a sudden?"

"Just answer. Are you grateful or not?"

"W-well... If it weren't for you yesterday..."

Seola admitted it shyly, trailing off. Perfect timing.

I put on the most pitiful, earnest expression I could manage and slumped weakly on the bed.

"Then grant me one request."

"Wh-what request?"

"Help me get it out."

"............Huh? Get what out?"

Seola blinked with a dazed face. She genuinely didn't seem to understand.

I nodded slightly toward my lower body under the blanket and added in the most casual tone possible.

"My dick. It's been backed up all night and feels stuffy."

About three seconds of silence passed.

And then.

"...Wh-what the hell?!?!"

Seola's eyes widened like they were about to pop out. Her ears and neck flushed bright red in an instant as she stammered.

"Y-you crazy bastard!! Don't you have hands or feet?! After pounding me like a beast yesterday, you want to do it again?!"

"Wow, you're really heartless to an injured patient. Every time I lift my arms, my shoulders and ribs throb. Doing it myself is impossible. I risked my life to save you yesterday, so is helping me get off once that hard? Why, you don't want to?"

When I pouted like I was disappointed and turned my gaze away—

Thump!

"Ow!!"

Seola jumped up and mercilessly punched my perfectly uninjured shoulder.

"Ouch! Hey! Hitting a patient—ugh...!"

I clutched my shoulder, groaning, and looked up at her resentfully.

But Seola, who had been glaring down while fuming, didn't seem ready to hit me again. Her tightly clenched fists trembled uselessly before she whipped her bright red face away.

"Ugh, I don't know, I don't know!"

Even so, her eyes kept sneaking glances toward my blanket.

"...Fine. I'll do it. There, happy? Stupid patient acting all high and mighty."

Mumbling in a tiny voice, Seola crawled onto the bed. I grinned and pulled down my shorts and underwear in one smooth motion.

Slide.

My member, still calm without any stimulation, dangled exposed in the air.

"...Hey. That's embarrassing. What the hell is that?"

Seola, kneeling between my legs, grumbled with a bright red face, slightly avoiding her eyes.

I answered with complete shamelessness.

"That's why you need to get it hard first. I can't exactly get it out like this."

"Ha, seriously..."

Seola made a face like she couldn't believe it.

Then she poked my limp member with her fingertip and complained.

"...But how do I even get this hard? Do I just shake it?"

"How about using your mouth? You did that last time too."

"...Ugh, really."

She glared at me sharply but didn't refuse. Letting out a deep sigh, she slowly lowered her head toward my lower body as if she'd made up her mind.

Warm breath touched my skin, and soon a soft, wet sensation carefully enveloped the tip.

Chup. Slurp. Lick.

Her clumsy tongue work. Seola took the flesh into her mouth and began gently rolling it around.

The maddeningly hot, soft membrane licked at the sensitive spot, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the sleeping member instantly filled with blood. It throbbed and swelled at an alarming speed.

The small mouth was instantly packed full by the heavy, massive shaft.

"Mmph...! Pwah!"

Seola pulled her lips away and jerked her head back as if she'd run out of air.

Transparent saliva stretched from the tip before snapping off.

Seola stared at my now vein-bulging member that looked ready to burst and muttered with a dumbfounded expression.

"No... How can the size before and after be so different? It's completely different from earlier. It's gross..."

At her genuinely shocked reaction, I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Seola got worked up, grabbed a used toilet paper roll that was lying nearby, and held it next to my swollen member to compare lengths.

"Gasp...?!"

Seeing it extend far beyond the end of the roll, Seola unconsciously swallowed hard.

"...What the hell is this? It's longer than the toilet paper roll...?"

"Ahem."

I cleared my throat, unnecessarily squaring my shoulders.

"I measured it properly. It's at least nineteen centimeters."

"Hah, bragging. Pure bragging."

She snorted dismissively, but the girl holding the toilet paper roll while staring intently at my nineteen-centimeter pillar showed no sign of looking away.

Eventually Seola swallowed dryly again and carefully wrapped both hands around the base of my member.

"Ah... Hey, don't squeeze so tight."

Then, breathing much hotter and wetter than before, she began taking the entire length deep between her lips.

Slurp. Squelch! Chup...... Suuuck!