The Most Certain Way to Comfort My Injured Childhood Friend 2
The wet, sticky sounds of sucking filled the quiet apartment—obscene and unmistakable.
Chup. Jjigeok! Jjoop… Jjuuup!
Every time that narrow, hot mouth tightened around my swollen shaft, it felt like my brain was melting into white-hot bliss. But something was still missing. Just two percent off from perfect.
A complete beginner’s clumsy tongue work simply wasn’t enough to trigger the climax that had already climbed to the very tip.
“Ah, haa… It’s good, it’s definitely good, but… it’s kind of ambiguous.”
At my arrogant comment, Seola spat out what she’d been holding.
Pop!
Clear saliva stretched like a silver thread between her reddened lips and the veined tip before snapping.
“I’m working so hard my jaw’s about to fall off! What more do you want?!”
She furiously wiped the sticky drool from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, puffing up in indignation.
I didn’t miss the opening. With perfect naturalness and utter shamelessness, I made my suggestion, thick with ulterior motive.
“Then… how about using your breasts once?”
Seola blinked her round eyes. Those moist lips that had just been wrapped around me parted slightly in adorable confusion.
“M-my breasts? How do you even use breasts?”
Ah, this pure, innocent childhood friend of mine. Like a mentor enlightening a newborn lamb, I delivered the answer clearly and confidently.
“Paizuri.”
“…What? Pai—what??”
While she tilted her head at the unfamiliar, vulgar word, I silently lifted my smartphone and shoved a single image onto the screen.
It was a raw, explicit thumbnail I’d pulled from my usual free manga site.
Seola’s pupils quaked the moment she saw it.
The image showed a woman cupping her massive breasts with both hands, enveloping a man’s rigid cock deep in her cleavage as she serviced him.
“Wh-what the hell is this?!”
“You can see what it is, right? You just sandwich it between your breasts like that.”
Seola jerked her upper body back in exaggerated shock, then hugged her heavy chest tightly with both arms, going full defense mode.
Jiggle.
The recoil made her soft flesh bulge outward around her forearms, threatening to spill free.
“Ugh, you pervert… There’s a total pervert in this room.”
“Hey! Can’t you at least do this much to take care of a patient? You bragged like crazy that you were F-cup before!”
It was miraculous logic. My shameless insistence sent Seola’s face burning crimson all the way to her scalp.
“No matter how you look at it, using breasts for that is just…”
She pouted, avoiding my eyes. But maybe my persistence had gotten through to her. Or maybe her jaw really was sore and she wanted to switch tracks. She sneaked another glance at the explicit image, then asked in a tiny, creeping voice.
“Haa… So… how exactly do you do it?”
Hook, line, and sinker.
The question had barely left her lips before I launched into a rapid-fire lecture, pointing at the image like a veteran instructor sharing hard-earned theory.
“First, you sandwich me between your cleavage, then squeeze your breasts together tightly with both hands. Bare skin can hurt from the friction, so you need to coat everything in plenty of saliva to make it slippery. Then you just slide up and down while licking the tip that sticks out.”
“…You really do every perverted thing imaginable, you crazy bastard.”
Seola looked genuinely horrified at my encyclopedic explanation, sticking her tongue out. But even as she grumbled, she scooted closer between my legs and began positioning herself exactly as instructed.
Jiggle.
Her arms crossed with a heavy, fleshy sound.
Those enormous F-cup breasts came together, forming a deep, heavenly valley. My rigid cock sank straight into that soft, pale crevice.
Wow. No joke…
That was as far as my admiration got.
“U-um… Like this? Up and down…?”
With a tense expression, Seola squeezed her breasts together and bounced her waist up and down with zero finesse.
“Ah—ugh!! Hey, wait! Stop, stop!!”
Zing—!
It wasn’t pleasure. It was raw, scraping pain, like my skin was being sanded off.
Without a single drop of lube, the dry friction was torture on my sensitive tip.
“Why?! I did exactly what you said!”
“You idiot! Did I or did I not tell you to use lots of spit?! If you rub it dry like this, you’ll peel the skin right off my cock!”
Seola’s face burned even redder. Her eyes darted around in embarrassment before settling on my veined shaft trapped tightly between her breasts.
“You said make it slippery… Ugh, I really don’t know, this is so embarrassing I could die.”
Ptui. Slurrrp—
She worked her lips, then spat a thick glob of saliva into her palm.
Then, with awkward little strokes, she began spreading the long, sticky strand all over my throbbing cock and deep into her cleavage.
Every time her warm palm slid across my skin, wet, sticky sounds echoed through the quiet room.
“Is… is that enough? Then… let’s try again. Slowly this time.”
“I know! Stop ordering me around, damn it…”
Still grumbling, Seola gathered her breasts again. Jiggle. The heavy flesh concentrated in the center, swallowing my length completely.
The moment those soft, saliva-slicked breasts enveloped every inch of me in hot pressure, a sensation completely opposite to the earlier pain shot up my spine.
“Hah… ugh…!”
This was it.
Every time her slick breasts slid up and down, the hot, velvety squeeze stroked me from base to tip.
Seola frowned hard, clearly struggling with the unfamiliar position, but she kept moving—clumsy, earnest, and utterly mind-melting.
“Is… is this right? Am I doing it correctly…?”
“Y-yeah… You’re doing fucking amazing. The tip… the part sticking out on top. Try licking that too.”
“Shut up! I know, I know…!”
Seola snapped, then suddenly took the exposed glans between her lips.
She continued sliding her breasts up and down while rolling her tongue around the head—an awkward but devastating combination. The triple threat of slippery cleavage, hot suction, and soft tongue hit me all at once. My back arched like a bow.
Wow, fuck… So this is paizuri…
The view from above was pure visual violence—enough to trigger a nosebleed. Honestly, Seola’s breasts were so ridiculously huge that an average man’s cock would have disappeared completely inside that valley.
But my nineteen-centimeter monster was in a league of its own.
The bright red glans had pushed all the way through that soft, suffocating cleavage and now poked out proudly just below her pale collarbone.
Jiggle. Jiggle.
Every time she moved, the massive mounds filling my vision swayed heavily.
Yet within that dizzying sight, one thing in particular stole my gaze.
Her two bright red, rock-hard nipples, pushed outward from how tightly she was squeezing her breasts. Every time she shook her head, those sensitive peaks dangled and swayed right in front of me, teasing me mercilessly.
…Yeah. I can’t hold back anymore.
I completely forgot about my aching shoulder and ribs.
Driven purely by instinct, I reached out and grabbed one of those annoyingly dangling nipples.
Pinch. Roll!
“Ubbububup—!!!”
Seola’s eyes bulged like a frog’s, her cheeks puffed out from how full her mouth was.
She couldn’t speak a single word. Only strange, muffled nasal sounds escaped: “Ubup! Ububup!!”
The tiny piece of flesh between my fingers was impossibly hard.
Unlike the soft breast tissue, her nipple was firm like a ripe bean, bouncing back with surprising elasticity every time it slipped between my fingers. Curious, I gave it a little twist.
“Ubbububup—!! U-uhhng—!!”
Seola’s spine arched sharply.
Her wide, fierce eyes gradually softened. A high-pitched nasal moan slipped from her nose. And then—
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle!
Her pace quickened noticeably. She was moving faster than before I’d touched her nipples.
Even while trembling with shame, instead of spitting me out she shook her head even more vigorously. Every time I rolled her sensitive peak, the suction around my cock grew stronger without her even realizing it.
Jiggle! Chok! Chup! Jjideok!
The tight, chewy friction of her cleavage. The hot suction of her mouth. The rock-hard nipples twitching under my fingers. This perverted trio pushed my pleasure past its limit in an instant.
“Haa, haa! Hey, Baek Seola! I’m—I’m gonna cum!”
Seola reflexively tried to pull her mouth away, but I was faster. I grabbed the back of her head with one hand and shoved myself deeper, making sure the tip stayed locked inside.
“Uup—?!”
Spurt—! Gulp. Gulp!
Thick, hot, bitter fluid erupted from my swollen tip like a volcano.
The sheer volume flooded her mouth before she could react. Her eyes widened like saucers and her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk’s.
“Uuuup—!! Uup!”
What she couldn’t swallow squeezed out from the corners of her tightly sealed lips, trickling down her pale chin.
“Kuu… haa…”
I kept her head in place, savoring every last pulse of that electric afterglow.
My head spun from the tingling release that raced down my spine.
Only when I finally let go did Seola look up at me, face burning crimson, mouth still full.
She blinked helplessly for a moment, then seemed to steel herself. Her throat moved.
Gulp—
“…!! U-ueeek!”
That was as far as she got.
The unfamiliar, fishy taste hitting her tongue made her retch violently. She shot up from the floor, both hands clamped over her mouth.
Crash! Bang!
“Uwek—!! Uwek! Cough! Cough! Ah, fuck, you crazy bastard! Uwek!”
The sound of Seola dashing into the bathroom and heaving over the toilet filled the room. She turned the faucet on full blast, rinsing and coughing desperately. It sounded truly pitiful.
I cooled my heated lower body and stared blankly at her back through the open doorway.
…Ah. It would’ve been perfect if she’d swallowed it all.
I was still savoring that thrilling aftertaste, smacking my lips in slight disappointment, when Seola’s voice rang out from the bathroom.
“Uwek! Ptoo! You insane bastard! You actually tried to make me swallow that?!”
After running the water for a long time and brushing her teeth like she was trying to scrub her soul clean, Seola finally emerged, wiping her mouth roughly.
With a deeply crumpled expression, she plopped down beside me on the bed and let out a heavy sigh.
“Haa…”
She shot me a resentful glare, lips pursed.
“Hey… That pays off the debt for helping you yesterday. Got it?”
She was declaring that the terrifying rescue she’d performed yesterday—crying in front of those gangsters—had been fully repaid by that humiliating, jaw-aching service.
“Mm. Yeah, I guess that’s fair.”
I nodded obediently, then casually lifted the smartphone I’d hidden behind my back and held it in front of her face.
“…?”
Seola’s eyes locked onto the screen.
What was playing was the raw footage of the beastly paizuri session that had taken place in this very room just minutes ago.
Her heavy breasts bouncing as my cock thrust roughly between them. Her head shaking, chin completely covered in saliva. Every explicit detail was captured in high definition.
It was the result of me secretly setting up the recording while pretending to fiddle with my phone earlier.
“Th-this…!!!”
Seola’s face flushed volcanic red from her neck to the top of her head. The moment I saw her trembling fists, I instinctively sensed mortal danger.
“W-wait! Violence against a patient is ba—!”
Thud! Whack! Whack! Crack!
“Aaaagh!”
My weak excuse was completely drowned out by her fierce punches.
While she mercilessly pounded my injured shoulder and back, Seola snatched the phone from my hand.
“What the hell is wrong with you, you crazy lunatic?! When did you even record this?!”
“Ugh… I mean, it felt like a waste to keep it to myself… Honestly, it’s a fucking masterpiece…”
I groaned, clutching my ribs. Seola raised the phone high like she was about to smash it and screamed.
“Euyaaa!!! Are you actually insane?! Delete it right now!”
Her finger hovered over the delete button—then suddenly froze.
“…Huh?”
Her angry eyes widened as they stared at the screen.
Even in the middle of that vulgar, explicit act, the woman’s face had been perfectly, flawlessly mosaicked.
Moreover, every time Seola shook her head violently, the mosaic followed with zero lag, clinging to her face like a leech and completely protecting her identity.
I smiled at the dumbfounded girl while rubbing my throbbing shoulder.
“It’s a camera app that automatically detects the face the moment recording stops and applies real-time mosaic. Pretty cool, right?”
“Haa…”
Seola let out a deep, exhausted sigh.
“So you planned to make me do this from the start and set everything up in advance?”
Her glare was full of resentment. But I pushed forward shamelessly.
“Look at the composition and quality. Something like this could make real money. You watch plenty of porn too. Can’t you tell just by looking?”
“I… I don’t watch nearly as much as you!!!! Who do you think I am?!”
She shouted, then quickly looked away and mumbled in a tiny voice.
“A-actually… yours is the first one I’ve ever seen besides family…”
I nearly choked.
Now that I thought about it, as far as I knew, Baek Seola had never once had a boyfriend. Realizing that fact again sent a strange, warm feeling creeping up from my chest.
I cleared my throat and threw out my final gambit.
“Th-then! Let’s make a bet.”
“What kind of bet?”
“If I upload this to a foreign site and don’t get at least a million won in a week, I’ll do all the housework from now on. Cleaning, laundry, dishes—everything. I’ll be your total slave.”
At my outrageous offer, Seola’s brows furrowed sharply.
“Hey, is that even a fair trade? You get money if it succeeds, and if it fails you just do chores? You win either way!”
She clutched her head with both hands, looking utterly dumbfounded.
“Haa… This really is my fate.”
After groaning and complaining about a headache for a while, she slowly lifted her head and stared at me with a strangely mysterious look.
“…So you’re saying my body in that video looks incredibly slutty?”
“Huh?”
“That when you look at me… you get so horny you lose your mind?”
It was a provocative question mixing feminine pride with subtle, strange anticipation.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I pointed at the explicit paizuri scene on the screen and answered boldly.
“Isn’t it obvious? Look. It’s insanely hot. What man wouldn’t lose his mind looking at those breasts?”
At my honest, vulgar praise, Seola bit her lip hard, barely suppressing the twitch at the corner of her mouth.
After staring at me for a long moment, she tossed the phone onto my chest as if giving up and said.
“…Fine. Go ahead and upload it, then.”
She quickly climbed into bed, yanked the blanket all the way up to her neck, and turned her back to me like she was going to take a nap.
But the tips of her ears poking out from under the blanket were still burning bright red.
“Okay. You sleep well. This oppa will take care of everything.”
“…Oppa my ass. You’re the one who’s two months younger.”
The grumpy complaint that slipped out from under the blanket made me chuckle as I grabbed my phone.
My whole body still ached from the beating I’d taken from those gangsters yesterday, but thanks to Seola’s incredible service, the pent-up heat had been thoroughly drained. A languid tiredness washed over me.
Setting up a foreign crypto account could wait. I’d handle it after a nap.
I yawned widely, tossed the phone aside, and snuggled up close behind Seola, who was already breathing softly in sleep. I lay down beside her.
Having relieved myself nicely, enjoying a lazy afternoon nap while breathing in the sweet scent of my childhood friend.
We were both freshly twenty. This chaotic, impudent cohabitation between childhood friends who knew each other better than anyone. The real fun was only just beginning.