Academy Channel (Part 1) — Playing Wingman
"Huh? What did you just say? You like Yuna?"
"Yeah. I've been turning it over in my head for a while, and once I started paying attention, I realized I think about her every chance I get. This is definitely love."
Love.
Hanul could toss a word like that out as if it were nothing. If it had been Yeongho, he would have been far too embarrassed to declare his own feelings so openly.
"R-right. Then why don't you just confess? A guy like you — any girl would jump at the chance to go out with you."
"I don't know… A sudden confession feels a little off. She might turn me down. And if that's how it goes, wouldn't confessing just be a nuisance to her?"
Yeongho tilted his head.
Were he and Hanul even using the word nuisance the same way?
That tall frame, those broad shoulders. He wasn't a pretty-boy type, but the solid line of his jaw was a selling point all its own — and getting a confession from a guy like that was supposed to be a nuisance?
If some nobody like Yeongho himself confessed, sure, that might count as a nuisance. But nobody on earth would call a confession from Hanul a burden. Even if she turned him down, wouldn't a girl walk away thinking, I got confessed to by a guy that good — and feel a little more confident for it?
"Which is why I'm asking. You're close with Yuna, right?"
"Huh, me? …Well, I mean, we run into each other now and then?"
But if the question was whether they were actually close… well. That was a lot harder to answer.
"…So, listen. Think you could maybe put in a word? Help connect me and Yuna?"
"Huh? Me?"
"Yeah. I just have a feeling you could pull it off."
"Uh, I don't know about that. You know I've never even dated a girl, right? You really want a guy like me playing matchmaker? Forget leaning on me — you'd be better off just growing a spine and going for it yourself."
Meddling in a friend's love life sat poorly with Yeongho. He could barely manage his own. How was he supposed to look after someone else's?
Hanul, though, was watching him carefully, as if checking for some other motive.
"…You don't like her too, do you?"
"Ah — no. Definitely not."
He cut that off clean, before a useless misunderstanding could take root. I trusted you, and then my own friend goes and — just thinking about that kind of drama was exhausting already.
"I can say this for certain. I don't see Yuna as a girl. Not like that."
"…Okay. That's a relief."
Hanul's face loosened, just a fraction. So he had genuinely been worried that Yeongho might become a rival.
Worrying about something that was never going to happen. That's a talent all its own.
If the two of them really had ended up as rivals, Yeongho would have been the one standing at an overwhelming disadvantage — that much was obvious. He wasn't sure whether to be grateful that Hanul thought so highly of him.
"Then I'm counting on you. I'm not asking for anything huge. Just… when you're talking with Yuna, drop my name now and then. Sound me out a little. You can do that much, right?"
"Well, that much isn't exactly a tall order."
"Thanks. I mean it. I really do like her. There's nobody else I could ask this of."
When he put it like that, turning him down felt almost shameful. A friend pleading this earnestly — refusing just because it was a little awkward wouldn't make Yeongho much of a friend.
"Okay, fine. I'll give it a shot. Not gonna lie, I don't have a lot of confidence. But I'll bring you up as much as I can and see if she's interested. That work?"
"Yeah! Thank you. You're a real friend."
Watching his friend smile at him with genuine trust was, in itself, already enough. They said loyalty was its own reward. Maybe friendship worked the same way.
"But seriously, what the hell am I supposed to do?"
The problem was that no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't come up with a single useful way to help. Yeongho was a lifelong virgin, a complete stranger to the delicate currents that ran between men and women. Honestly, he wasn't even that interested.
And Hanul seemed to be under a bit of a misconception. Yeongho and Yuna weren't close. They weren't even particularly friendly. The relationship amounted to Yeongho using her as a toilet onahole for blowing off steam, and that was about it.
"Hhhah, hih, higiih♥ Nngh, nngoooooh♥ Cockk♡ Cock, it tastes so good♥"
"Hey, you gonna actually squeeze that pussy or what? What's the point of me using you if you can't even do that?"
"Ah, aahh, I-I'm sorry. I-I'll squeeze my pussy properly, so please don't throw me awayyy…♥"
Christ.
Yeongho clicked his tongue inwardly. Yuna's pussy did suit his tastes well enough that he used her fairly often, but fundamentally her mental game was weak — or maybe it was that her basics as a hole were just a little sloppy. The way she put her own pleasure ahead of the cock's, for instance.
Why would a guy like Hanul be so hung up on a pussy like this?
Well. She does have a pretty face, I'll give her that.
A decent body, too. And setting aside her performance as a hole, her character was so widely praised that the whole department talked about it. He'd even heard she went around doing volunteer work.
Yeah. Makes sense. A guy who rates her as a person he loves and a guy who rates her as a piece of pussy are never going to be using the same scorecard.
No — knowing Hanul, he probably didn't rate her at all. Love didn't evaluate. It just loved.
"You gonna cum? Hmm? You're about to cum, aren't you? Your cock's twitching inside Yuna, twitch, twitch. Whenever you want to cum, just let it out. Treat Yuna's womb-pussy like a cum dumpster and unload. Hmm? Byuut, byuut, byuut, byuut♥"
She put on that cutesy, coaxing act like she was thinking of the guy's pleasure, but the truth was she was just desperate to get a load pumped into her. The other pussies were the same way, honestly — the difference was whether they let it show.
"Yeah, alright. Time to pull one out."
Yeongho grabbed both of Yuna's ass cheeks, hoisted her up, and sowed his seed straight into her pussy.
"Nnghyaaaah, ah, aaaah. It's commming~ Thick, hot cum, packing Yuna's pussy full~ Hh, hhih, hhihihiih♥"
Every time another pulse of semen shoved its way into her, Yuna came on his cock, her face twisting into something filthy and wrecked.
She looks like a complete idiot.
Seeing her like this made it impossible to think of her as anything more than a toilet for blowing off steam. No matter how neat and pretty the face, one good creampie and this was what you got.
…Yeah. That's why pussy-girls make a point of never showing this side to the people they actually love.
People couldn't look beautiful and unsullied all the time. Most of the time they didn't. So there was a kindness, and an effort, in choosing not to show that side.
Not that sitting here editorializing about someone else's love life is any less ridiculous.
He'd just do what Hanul had asked. Wish for his friend's love to work out, and offer whatever small help he could.
"Hey. So, you seeing anyone?"
Fact-check first. If Yuna already had a boyfriend, the game was over. There wouldn't be a single thing Yeongho could do after that.
"Chlrrp, slrp, chlup, slrp… Nnope? Nobody. Never have."
Good. No goalkeeper. Confirmed.
"Anyone you like, then?"
"Mmm… chup♥ Yeah, I'm… kind of bad at that stuff… I don't even really know what loving someone is supposed to feel like, and it's embarrassing, so…"
Hard to say whether that was good news or bad. It would have been perfect if Hanul's name had just popped out right there.
"That right. So nothing like, this is my type of guy? Or if you went on a date you'd want to do it this way? You're a pussy — you've gotta have at least one of those."
"……"
The questions kept coming, and Yuna's mouth suddenly stopped. Not just the answers — the tongue that had been working his cock slipped back inside and didn't come out again.
Yeongho was wondering what the holdup was when Yuna gave a small, resolved nod and looked up at him.
"Um, so, Yeongho? I'm sorry if I've got the wrong idea? But I… I don't think I can see you as a guy. I'm really grateful that you play with my pussy, but… I'd be fine being your pussy-slave. Being your girlfriend, though, is a little…"
"……"
Zero confessions. One rejection.
How did that even happen?
He'd grant her the point. He understood how she'd gotten there. When a guy you'd only ever met on a business(?) basis suddenly started grilling you about your private life — about other guys, no less — any pussy was going to get suspicious.
He understood.
Understanding it didn't make it any less irritating. She could understand that much, right?
"Ah, fuck. What the hell is this bitch even saying."
Yeongho grabbed her by the nape of the neck and rammed his cock straight down her throat. He could feel the flesh of her neck swelling into the shape of his dick against his palm, vivid and immediate.
"Did I say I was confessing to you? Did I say a single goddamn word like that? I was just asking, you moron. Getting all delusional for no reason and pissing me off."
"Mmph, nngghbl, knh, krrt, knngh!!"
He snapped his hips hard and used her throat like an onahole. His swinging balls slapped against her face, and his pubic hair shoved its way up into her nostrils.
"You're nothing but an onahole I dump my loads in. You can't even get that simple fact through your head, you idiot?"
There were limits to how delusional a person was allowed to be. Yeongho poured every ounce of the irritation welling up in him straight down her throat.
"Khhng!? Kht, pfggghk♡"
The cum had nowhere to go through her blocked mouth, so it came blasting back out her nose. A wretched, pitiful sight if there ever was one.
"Tsk. Now I'm in a shit mood."
What the hell did Hanul even see in a pussy like this? Yeongho couldn't quite wrap his head around it… but he'd already agreed to help, so he was going to do what he could.
Ah. First, though — time to dump some of this backed-up load.