Chapter 177
Chapter 177
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 177
Chapter Title: Friendship?? (4)
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1.
The freedom he could finally savor in the modern world after escaping the five years of torment in Gehenna wasn't complete.
His body was comfortable, and he never had to worry about work or living expenses for the rest of his life—a life of abundance.
But it was an incomplete freedom, one where he couldn't form deep bonds with anyone.
The joy of returning home had cured his homesickness, but the curse clinging to his body left Siwoo feeling isolated.
A daily life that was affluent yet empty.
Around the time when eating all sorts of delicious foods, swiping his card on things he could never have dreamed of before, and doing whatever he wanted didn't feel particularly special anymore...
He met Sharon.
Unlike her intimidating and finicky first impression, Sharon was a good person.
One of the few people Siwoo had met so far whom he could count on one hand.
Even in the face of an enormous debt he couldn't even dream of repaying, she never thought of taking the wrong path or passing it off to someone else.
Though she didn't show it outwardly, she always felt sorry toward Siwoo while being in his debt.
He thought it was truly fortunate that he had come to the modern world and was now with Sharon.
If he hadn't met her, wouldn't he have ended up as a lost soul by now, recklessly trying to catch a homunculus out of misplaced bravado?
Aside from the occasional actions that were completely detached from common sense... she was truly reliable, a friend he could depend on.
A genuine friendship, different from the one with Takasho, so he hesitated to easily change the nature of their relationship.
Romantic relationships between men and women were incredibly complex and tricky.
And from Siwoo's experience, deepening such a relationship didn't always lead to a happy ending like in romance movies.
Especially in Sharon's case, who was largely ignorant about men in general, it was hard to predict what would come after, so he had to be cautious about everything.
Because if Sharon left for some reason, he'd have to go back to that boring life from before.
Still, whatever.
He'd already groped her breasts, so letting her return the favor with her hands was fine.
He'd planned to refuse even that if possible, but Sharon had pushed so insistently, and honestly, ever since he'd kneaded her breasts, all sorts of distractions and desires had been clouding his mind.
Since Sharon seemed to feel indebted to him, they could both accept it, and even if things went wrong, their relationship wouldn't get too tangled up.
Just leave it at this.
"Siwoo?"
"Yeah?"
"I brought lotion."
"Good, well done."
Sharon's voluntary handjob service to repay his kindness.
She had gone to the powder room for a moment to grab some supplies and returned with a bottle of body lotion.
Neither Siwoo nor Sharon had bought it specifically; it was just one of the various daily necessities already stocked in the officetel.
"........."
"...S-so, should I take it off now?"
The dimly lit living room with only a single stand mood light turned on.
A shady line in a shady atmosphere.
Right in front of him stood Sharon, having taken off her top and holding the lotion bottle, shrinking back bashfully.
"No, wait. Let me undress you."
"I can undress myself."
"Still, I want to do it all for you."
Sharon knelt down at Siwoo's feet, squatting as if ready to pull his pants off right away.
Siwoo realized anew that when she'd shown him her breasts to cheer him up, it had taken considerable courage on her part.
They saw each other's faces every day, but precisely because of that familiarity, whipping out his dick felt embarrassingly awkward.
"Got it. But if it feels off at any point, you can stop anytime."
"I'm not going to stop."
Siwoo lifted his hips to make it easier for Sharon to remove his pants.
The moment Sharon undid the drawstring of his sweatpants and pulled them down along with his underwear—
-Thwack!
"Eek...!"
Sharon's eyes widened like saucers.
His dick had popped out like a jack-in-the-box, smacking her chin.
Startled out of her wits, Sharon froze, pressing her chin without even thinking to push the dick away.
Her trembling pupils looked up at Siwoo.
Siwoo hurriedly grabbed his dick with his hand.
"Sorry, I should've warned you... My bad."
"N-no... It happens."
Siwoo cursed himself for not preparing in advance.
The already awkward atmosphere had stiffened to the extreme.
Sharon silently rubbed her chin to wipe off the precum, while Siwoo panicked at the unexpected farce.
"First time seeing one in real life... It looks really intimidating. Especially the veins."
But Sharon's interest had quickly shifted to the dick.
She poked at it lightly with her fingertips, showing curiosity.
"Is it always this big? No, right?"
"It's smaller normally, gets bigger when excited."
"So it's been excited since earlier?"
Sharon grinned happily for some reason and squeezed lotion into her hand.
Squirt! The sound accompanied a generous amount pooling in her palm.
Sharon sniffed the scent casually before looking at Siwoo's face for final permission.
"Sh-should I...?"
"Yeah."
Grasping her pounding heart, Sharon began gently applying the lotion to Siwoo's member as if handling a baby.
"Oh..."
Siwoo flinched involuntarily at the cool sensation of the lotion.
Unlike when he'd groped inside her clothes earlier, Sharon's hand was delicate and tender, like soothing a child.
The lavender-scented lotion began coating his dick in a milky white sheen.
So moist and slick that the texture of her knuckles scraping along it was vividly transmitted as they slid up and down.
"It's so slippery."
Sharon laughed as if it were fun and gripped his member, slowly stroking up and down.
-Schlick! Squish!
Wet sounds emanated from her hand.
A grip just shy of satisfying, but the pleasure made it irrelevant.
As Sharon got into the handjob properly, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
"F-feels good?"
"Yeah... Amazingly..."
"Good."
Siwoo found himself leaning back fully into the sofa without realizing.
He'd experienced sex of course, even the twins' double fellatio and anal sex.
A mere handjob wasn't anything that special, really.
But the fact that it was Sharon doing it acted as an aphrodisiac.
The woman who knew nothing about men, who had drawn a mental line even as friends, was now taking the initiative to pleasure him. It brought an inexplicable sense of victory and conquest.
Moreover, the height difference—Sharon kneeling on the floor, Siwoo lounging comfortably on the sofa—amplified those feelings.
"I might not be good at this... Can you tell me how you like it?"
"It's already good, don't worry."
"Really?"
At Siwoo's words, Sharon pumped her arm more enthusiastically.
Her long, slender fingers synergized with the now-warm lotion, clinging to his dick like a wrap.
And the visual stimulation.
Her breasts rippled and shifted shape with every motion, providing instant jerk-off material.
Siwoo felt his breathing grow heavier through his nose.
Come to think of it, he hadn't masturbated since moving in with Sharon—over a month of abstinence.
No wonder it was harder to hold back than usual.
"Your thing is throbbing hard. Like there's a heart inside."
Sharon's face openly displayed emotions like 'I'm kneading Siwoo's dick with my hand...' and 'And to make him cum...'—a mix of embarrassment written plain as day.
Of course, her hand didn't waver, diligently working to please him.
"Siwoo, come up a bit."
"Huh?"
"Lift your butt a little."
"Why?"
Siwoo obediently shifted as Sharon instructed.
Sharon, who had been watching him with a meaningful smile, suddenly let go of his dick.
"Siwoo, stay still."
And her next action was more than enough to surprise him.
Sharon rose up on her knees and gently enveloped his member with her breasts.
In an instant, it vanished between them.
Siwoo felt ecstasy in the valley of Sharon's breasts, like a fusion of all the world's softness, squishiness, and warmth—like a baby food dispenser made just for this.
Sharon pressed her breasts together with both hands, overlapping her fingertips to keep it from slipping out.
Her pointed nipples peeked through the gaps in her fingers, the glans thrusting out from the cleavage he'd always stolen glances at.
And Sharon's face, watching his reaction uncertainly, filled his view.
"Not bad?"
"Where'd you learn this?"
The skin of her breasts felt exceptionally soft, clinging to his shaft without letting go, pressing from all sides.
"Just... You seem to like breasts... I heard you can do it with them too. Don't like it?"
"Thanks, of course I do."
"Then I'll move like this."
As if there was any way he wouldn't.
Sensorially, visually, and from Sharon's adorable mindset—it was triple the impact.
After getting his permission, Sharon gripped her pressed-together breasts and awkwardly rocked her torso back and forth.
Now he saw why she'd brought the lotion—it was for this from the start.
A bare titjob would've felt sticky; with lotion, it was incredibly smooth.
Each time Sharon grunted and moved, his dick twitched, panting as if eager to shoot toward her chin.
-Schlick schlick schlick schlick
It was as if her breasts weren't made for nursing but perfectly crafted to envelop a dick when pressed together.
Sharon's breasts, with faint blue veins visible here and there, devoured his dick completely.
An obscene sight, one he never could've imagined despite always ogling her chest—and now it was real, right before his eyes.
"Whoa..."
An exclamation escaped him naturally.
One new revelation.
Not all paizuri were created equal.
Sophia's titjob before had felt like overflowing breasts melting around his entire shaft, but Sharon's gave the strong impression of two firm orbs stimulating him.
The flat flesh in the center was more pronounced, but that meant intense pressure from both sides.
"Ngh... Uh... Uh... Hot..."
And Sharon's lewd expression.
She shook and squished her own breasts diligently to serve his dick, unable to tear her eyes away from it sliding through her cleavage.
The atmosphere was palpably charged with a strange heat.
Her half-open mouth leaked hot sighs that tickled his pubic hair.
"Ngh!"
Siwoo tensed his hips against the surging urge to cum, a grunt slipping out.
Reacting, Sharon looked up with her lower whites showing, like a dog begging for a treat.
"Glad it feels good."
"Sh-Sharon..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna cum...!"
Sharon didn't even have time to respond.
The long abstinence paired with her titjob service.
And the gap between her pure eyes and the lewd act—Siwoo felt his balls buzzing and started cumming right then.
"Kyaa! Uh... Ngh...!"
His dick, squeezed tight between her mochi-soft breasts, twitched violently before squirting semen like a water gun at her chin.
Sharon flinched in surprise as the forceful jet hit under her chin.
He felt bad for her, but once started, he couldn't stop mid-cum.
"Ah... Uh... Whoaaa..."
His still-throbbing dick kept firing ropes of semen.
Sharon, flustered but reflexive, gently stroked it with her breasts.
The orgasm lasted forever.
Unlikely, but it felt like over 30 seconds, soul-cumming included.
"So... So amazing..."
Sharon looked up at him like she'd made a great discovery.
Seeing in real life what she'd only watched in videos made her eyes go wide naturally.
"Haa... Haa..."
Just lounging and receiving a paizuri service priceless even for money, yet he was out of breath.
Siwoo straightened his body, which had arched back during climax, and reached for wet wipes to help clean up.
"Look at this. It's covered so much."
Sharon smiled—a mix of shyness, joy, and wonder—as she showed her cleavage.
With all that built-up semen flowing down to her navel, her upper body being a total mess was inevitable.
Sticky, hot cock-semen thick with musky male scent whitened her slender nape, pointed chin, pretty collarbone, and cleavage.
It even looked like she was wearing a pearl necklace.
"Sorry, didn't mean to make such a mess."
Siwoo, dazedly admiring the obscene, seductive sight, pulled out tissues and handed them to Sharon.