002. A Childhood Friend Without Balls
002. A Childhood Friend Without Balls
Silence flowed as if time had stopped.
"Kyaak!"
The moment the woman screamed, time began to move again.
"Wh-What the...?!"
Flustered, the woman scrambled to pull down her tank top.
It got caught firmly on her perkily protruding nipples.
Ignoring the nipples' resistance, she yanked the tank top down.
The movement of her breasts up until then had been truly spectacular.
Even the slightest movement made them sway and jiggle heavily.
Though I had only caught a brief glimpse,
the shape of her breasts pressed against the tank top was utterly erotic.
"Wh... Who are you...?"
Perhaps having no leeway to pull up her pants, the woman clamped her legs tightly together and jammed her hands in between.
She probably thought she had covered it up.
However, I had already seen what was hidden inside.
The pussy that had been tightly clamping down on two fingers.
The labia minora that poked out like the folded wings of a butterfly.
And the seaweed-like pubic hair clinging to her mons pubis.
It wasn't lush, just lightly grown.
"That's what I want to ask...."
I glanced around inside.
There was only that woman in the room.
That woman with the startled cat eyes peering through bangs that fell like lace curtains.
Wait... those eyes.
They looked familiar.
They were the spitting image of the ajumma's eyes I saw just a moment ago.
If Jiwon had a sister, she would look exactly like that.
Or.
If Jiwon became a woman.......
That makes no sense.
Han Jiwon, the macho man who wouldn't bat an eye even when facing a wild dog, cut off his dick and got a sex change?
Of course, he might have awakened to his gender identity while growing up, but.......
More importantly.
Is that woman really Han Jiwon?
The idol Han Jiwon, that is.
Even if you weren't interested in idols, it was hard not to recognize that face.
Famous for being one of the top beauties in South Korea, she could be seen everywhere before the group disbanded.
Various TV programs.
Over 30 commercials.
Her face could be seen in so many places that it felt like an effort to engrave it into the minds of the entire nation.
That famous face.
Was right before my eyes.
"Y-You're a stalker, aren't you...?!"
Han Jiwon's voice trembled violently as if terrified.
"Please calm down. I'm not that kind of person."
I raised both arms to show that I had no intention to harm.
"I only came because I heard my friend was here."
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine a former idol would be blasting porn audio from her speakers while fingering her pussy.
"Friend...?"
Han Jiwon's pupils wavered slightly.
"Name's Han Jiwon."
"I-I'm Han Jiwon though...?"
"I know."
It really was her.
"But the Han Jiwon I came to meet isn't you, it's a different Han Jiwon."
Han Jiwon tilted her head.
It must have sounded like wordplay,
but it was the truth.
I doubted I could put it any more accurately than this.
"A different Han Jiwon? Who is that...?"
"The son of this house."
"Son?"
"The son of this house is an old friend of mine."
"What are you talking about...."
Han Jiwon frowned, wondering what kind of bullshit I was spouting.
"I'm an only child."
A single possibility crept up slowly from deep within.
No way in hell.
That makes no sense at all.
I pushed the thought down firmly, telling it to go back down.
"Alright, I understand you're an only child. But as I said, the person I'm looking for is the son of this house."
I said with emphasis.
"L-I-K-E I s-a-i-d."
Han Jiwon furrowed her brow.
"I am this house's only daughter...!"
This is strange.
There is a massive error here.
I'm looking for Han Jiwon, the son of this house, but this Han Jiwon claims she's the daughter of this house.
As far as I remember, Jiwon was an only child too.
Did ajumma give birth to a second child during the time we hadn't seen each other?
No way.
Jiwon's family is a single-parent household.
Of course, ajumma could have remarried in the meantime, but....
Even if that weren't the case, it still makes no sense.
Naming the son Han Jiwon and then naming the daughter Han Jiwon as well?
Is that even possible?
Above all, what makes the least sense is.
"You're twenty-seven, right?"
"I knew it, a stalker...!"
"Your age pops up in a second if you look it up on the internet."
Not that I just looked it up now.
Her name was the same as my childhood friend's, and even the age matched, so I had remembered it.
"That's... true... yeah."
Han Jiwon nodded slightly, immediately convinced.
"From Jungang Elementary?"
This was also information you could probably find on the internet, but I didn't know which elementary school the idol Han Jiwon had graduated from.
Nor had I cared.
"Y-Yeah, so...?"
"Your favorite Giga Ranger color?"
"What?"
"Please answer."
Giga Ranger.
A tokusatsu show I enjoyed watching when I was little.
"...Red."
Every day at the playground, I used to play Giga Ranger with my childhood buddies.
"Why are you asking that? No, more importantly, who are you and why are you here? This isn't a house you can just jump over the wall and enter...."
And.
Jiwon always played Red.
Partly because Jiwon was our leader, but Jiwon also genuinely loved Giga Ranger Red.
"Favorite candy is strawberry cream candy."
"...That's right."
"Yet you can't eat fresh strawberries because they smell weird."
Gradually.
"Yes."
Doubt.
"Has three moles on the sole of the right foot."
"H-How do you know that...?!"
Turns into certainty.
"You really were a stalker. I'm calling the police...!"
The possibility I thought was the most absurd slowly raises its hand.
"And."
"Where's my phone... ugh... where did I put it...."
"Saved me from almost getting bitten by a wild dog when we were kids."
Han Jiwon, who had been searching for her phone, froze dead in her tracks.
"What? What did you say?"
My first meeting with Jiwon was dramatic.
The first day I moved here.
While looking around the neighborhood, I ran into a wild dog.
Drooling saliva as if it had rabies, the wild dog growled and glared at me, looking ready to pounce at any second.
What should I do...?
For an elementary school student, running into a wild dog while walking down the street was nothing short of a disaster.
It was no exaggeration to say my life was in the wild dog's grasp.
Frozen in panic at the time, I ended up making the worst possible choice.
"Hiek...!"
I squeezed my eyes shut out of pure fear.
At that moment.
The wild dog pounced immediately.
"Keong!"
That was when it happened.
"Hey!"
A booming voice rising straight from the gut crashed down like a thunderbolt.
"Get lost!"
Before I knew it, a boy was standing in front of me.
He brandished a branch like a club, threatening the wild dog.
He could have been bitten by the wild dog if anything went wrong....
Instead, he intimidated the wild dog with a loud voice and made it run away.
...So cool!
If I had been a girl, that would have definitely been the moment my first love began.
That was our first meeting.
"Just now... what did you say...?"
It seems.
It really is true.
"...Leader."
Han Jiwon.
No.
Jiwon's eyes widened.
"Don't you remember me?"
Jiwon, who had been threatening to call the police until just a moment ago, kept her mouth tightly shut and stared straight at me.
Her pupils were trembling violently.
"Has it been too long for you to remember after all?"
Jiwon took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled.
"Seo... Seonwoo...?"
She does remember.
"Long time no see."
"Is it really... really you, Seonwoo...?"
"Yeah."
I nodded.
"Giga Ranger Blue, Choi Seonwoo."
Whenever we played Giga Ranger, I always took the role of Blue.
It wasn't that I particularly liked Blue.
It was simply.
Because he was the partner who had the best chemistry with Red.
"Glad you seem to remember me."
It was at that moment.
"You bastard...!"
Hearing raw profanity from a female idol who represented an entire generation,
"Ack!"
I got tackled right in the torso.
Fortunately, the impact wasn't strong enough to knock me backward.
I looked down.
Jiwon was tucked snugly in my arms.
Back when we were little, I was the one looking up.
Now.
"If you were moving away, you should've told me...!"
Jiwon was looking up at me.
"Sorry. I didn't have the chance."
"Bastard...."
Pook.
Jiwon buried her face in my chest.
His—no, her slender arms hugged me tightly.
"Sniff...."
"Are you crying?"
"I'm not crying... sniff... it's, it's my rhinitis...."
She's crying.
She is definitely crying.
Though it didn't perfectly match what I had imagined, we had a passionate reunion.
......This woman really was my childhood friend.
Wait.
Balls buddy?
There was a huge problem with that term.
Mallang-mallang.
The sensation of breasts pressed against and rubbing into my chest.
This was not a sensation one could feel from a male body.
Unless they were suffering from severe gynecomastia, that is.
More than anything, the crotch I saw earlier.
There was nothing there that ought to be on a man.
Let alone a long meat stick, she didn't have the balls that a "balls buddy" rightfully ought to have attached.
She really is a woman.
I looked down over her shoulder.
I tried not to be conscious of it, but....
My hand was resting on a butt that looked like a ripe peach.
Since Jiwon wasn't wearing pants, the soft texture of her butt's skin was transmitted directly to my palm.
Even a little bit of pressure from my fingertips would let me savor the plump flesh.
What should I do?
It's really awkward to bring this up.
Above all, Jiwon showed no sign of letting go of my embrace.
She was hugging me tightly, as if anxious that I might disappear somewhere again.
It was at that moment.
「Uhiii! Squirt all that pussy juice out...!」
From the speakers, a high-definition sound of water gushing out played: pushuuuu.
It interrupted our reunion after 18 years.
"......."
"......."
A situation that would be awkward even between members of the same sex.
If there was a difference,
it was that I couldn't even make a joke about it.
If it were another guy, I would have laughed it off with a joke like, "You dumbass, you're gonna rot your bones."
Just then.
Through the strands of her hair, I saw Jiwon's ear flushed bright red.
As if she had finally objectively grasped the situation herself, she smoothly loosened the arms hugging me.
As things calmed down,
the senses that had been numbed came back to life.
Huuk.
A rich feminine scent wafted over.
From the crown of her head.
From the nape of her neck.
The scent of an aroused woman drifted up in waves.
It made sense.
She had been masturbating until just moments ago.
This rich scent was likely the smell of sweat mixed with the love juices dried upon her crotch.
Plus a spoonful of soapy aroma.
Seriously.......
I had no idea what kind of situation this was.
I was still completely dumbfounded.
To think my balls buddy actually had no balls attached...!!!
It's a shock.
Or did he turn into a woman?
This is something I need to ask directly.
Though common sense dictated that the former was correct.
"I'll keep my eyes closed."
"Y... Yeah."
Jiwon slipped out of my embrace.
As soon as she moved away, I closed my eyes.
With my eyes closed, my ears perked up.
The embarrassing sounds blaring from the speaker came to an abrupt halt.
"By the way."
I spoke with my eyes still closed.
"Why are you a woman?"
"......What?"
The rustling sound of her tidying up around her stopped.
"Did you... seriously think I was a boy all this time?"
"Yeah."
I heard an exasperated scoff: "Ha."
"So that's why...."
Jiwon mumbled something to herself.
"Think back to when we were kids. With that crew cut, you looked like a boy no matter who looked at you."
"Wow......."
"And you played just like a boy too. Don't you remember?"
Come to think of it, we even played in the water shirtless.
Well, back then.
It was understandable not to recognize it.
At that age, secondary sexual characteristics hadn't developed, so the only physical difference between boys and girls was their genitalia.
"Of course I thought you were a boy... that's why I said 'son.'"
-Koong, koong, koong!
"How on earth could you mistake that?!"
Jiwon grabbed me by the collar and shook me.
"So you really thought I was a boy all along?"
"I'm telling you, yes."
"Wow... seriously... wow...."
Back then, I naturally assumed she was a boy, so there was no reason to ask about her gender.
If we had gone to the same school, I would have known she was a girl, but....
"Then was everything you said back then based on thinking I was a guy?!"
"What do you mean by 'everything'?"
It was at that moment.
"Kids, sorry to interrupt while you're having fun chatting, but... oh my."
Ajumma had entered.
I opened my closed eyes.
In front of me.
There stood Jiwon, her lower body still bare skin.
Wait, why...?
There was plenty of time to put on pants.
Ah.
In Jiwon's hand was a pair of fresh, soft-looking underwear.
Looking at it,
it seemed she had tried to change into fresh panties.
Instead of the ones hanging around her ankles.
That made sense.
Because the ones around her ankles were probably soaked.
Considering the squelching wet sounds heard between the audio from the speakers earlier, even her pants were surely drenched.
A situation ripe for misunderstanding.
"U-Um... Omma... it's a misunderstanding."
Ajumma.
"You two...."
Her expression turned grave.