I Got Called a Honey Cock by My Sex Partner's Friend

The sound of rushing water echoed from our bathroom.

Inside, Iseor noona—who had just come back from the department store with me—was washing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the sweat from her body.

I had only just sat down on the living room sofa and turned on my phone.

This was the message I had checked right after leaving the department store. I decided to see exactly what had been added to noona's document first.

The Romantic and Sexual Experience section had changed slightly, and a semen fetish had been added to her Sexual Fetishes.

Until now she had liked the smell because it was the strongest part of my body odor, but after what happened today it seemed she had come to love the semen itself.

For reference, the semen-covered mask noona had been wearing was wrapped in plastic and thrown in the trash. When I took it out after we got home, every drop of semen inside had been licked clean.

Anyway, the rest of the document update was just the usual record of today's events.

That meant it was time to check the reward for reaching Authority Level 3.

Sexual activity status? Where could I see that?

I scrolled diligently and found it at the top of the document I had almost overlooked.

Right in the middle of what should have been a normal character profile was the sexual activity status, plain as day.

The fact that it said "today" suggested the numbers reset every day and started counting from zero again. Not only the count but the explanations attached to each activity made it a feature that would be pretty entertaining to check when I was bored.

It would also let me know immediately if she ever did anything with someone else—though that would never happen.

That aside, she had masturbated six times before meeting her friends?

She wasn't just making good use of the panties I gave her; she was squeezing every last drop of pleasure out of them. I was still marveling at that when—

"Huh?"

The masturbation count went up right before my eyes. The orgasm count too.

I hadn't heard any strange sounds from the bathroom, so she must have hidden her moans under the noise of the shower.

Was she still feeling the afterglow from what we did at the department store?

Noona was turning into a more admirable pervert with each passing day.

I wondered what kind of face she would make if I asked whether she had masturbated in the shower. I was grinning in anticipation of her flustered reaction when the bathroom door finally opened.

"Oh."

She had come out after her shower wearing nothing but a white T-shirt over her bare body.

The volume and shape of her breasts that the thin fabric couldn't hide, the faint pink of her areolas showing through, and her pussy barely covered by the oversized shirt that hung down ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to her hips.

I had told her to wear it instead of her sweat-soaked outer clothes and underwear. The result was extremely, deeply satisfying.

…

But noona's expression wasn't exactly bright. I didn't know if she felt awkward wearing my clothes or if there was another reason, but I ignored it for now and asked.

"Did you wash up nicely?"

"…Yeah."

"I put your clothes in the wash. I'll give them back later."

"Even my underwear?"

"I washed them together since you can just wear the new ones we bought today."

"…I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠see. I'll pay you back for the underwear."

I immediately shook my head and refused.

"No need. It's a gift, so just accept it."

"Why are you giving me a gift?"

"Hmm. A commemorative gift now that you've become my sex partner?"

"…"

Unlike my light tone, noona's expression was incredibly dark. It didn't look like the face of someone who had just masturbated in the shower.

"What's wrong? Are you mad?"

"No."

Had putting the semen-covered mask on her and taking her all the way to the department store been too much?

I decided I should cheer her up, so I walked over to noona, who was still standing in front of the bathroom.

"Want to smell?"

"No thanks. What's with you all of a sudden?"

"It's fine. Come here."

"Why are you being like this… Ah, I said no!"

Ignoring her resistance, I pulled her into my arms.

She struggled for a moment to break free, but once her face was buried in my chest, noona went still.

"I told you I don't want to…"

"You like my smell, noona."

"I don't."

"Then you hate it?"

"…I don't hate it."

"Then I can keep holding you like this."

I kept her pressed tightly against me as I carried her to the sofa and sat down. Because she was wearing only my T-shirt with nothing underneath, she ended up straddling my lower body, nestled against my chest.

I could feel the texture and weight of her breasts directly. I hugged her much smaller, delicate frame both to enjoy that sensation and to let her smell me to her heart's content.

"…Haaa."

It was fascinating no matter how many times I thought about it—someone who claimed to hate it would become this docile just from my body scent.

Right now I could only see the top of her head, so I couldn't tell what expression she was making.

"Noona. You're really not mad?"

"Yeah. I just got hit with a wave of reality, that's all."

"Why? Because you masturbated in the shower just now?"

"What?! Hey, how did you—"

She must have been really startled; she lifted her face from my scent and looked up at me.

"Don't tell me you were spying? You perverted bastard, seriously!"

"You really did it? I only guessed because you said you got hit with reality."

"What? …For real?"

Of course I had known thanks to Sexmuwiki, but I nodded as if I were completely innocent.

"Ha, shit. This is so embarrassing… Hoo, haa."

What was this? Was she soothing her embarrassment with my scent?

She had buried her nose in my chest again and was breathing deeply.

"You really did masturbate. Guess what we did at the department store wasn't enough to satisfy you."

"…Shut up."

"Why did reality hit you?"

After a short silence, the answer came.

"I wasn't like this before… but wearing a mask covered in your cum… doing it in a department store restroom… I feel like such a pervert for getting excited by those things. No normal person would ever do any of that. And then I just masturbated in the shower again."

She seemed pretty confused about a lot of things.

Since I was largely responsible for turning noona into this, I answered her as sincerely as I could.

"It's fine. I'm a pervert too. It's better than you being the only pervert."

"You've always been a pervert though."

"…"

"Sniffing my panties and jerking off back in middle school."

"I keep telling you that's a misunderstanding."

"Don't lie. I saw it clearly."

Maybe because of all the things ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I had done with noona lately, being misunderstood didn't make me as angry as it used to.

The fact that she stayed obediently in my arms like this was something I could never have imagined in the past.

I decided to solve that misunderstanding another time and hugged her tighter.

"Mmm…"

She let out a short moan but was still lost in my scent.

I rested my chin lightly on the crown of her head and said,

"Who cares if we're perverts? We can just keep helping each other feel good from now on. As long as we don't get caught by other people, there's no problem."

"Don't you find me disgusting? The way I keep clinging to you and sniffing like this?"

"Not at all. Honestly, I like it."

"…Perverted bastard."

Strange. That answer had been meant to reassure her, yet I got cursed at instead.

Still, since she kept sticking to me, I guess there was no real issue.

I stayed silent for a while, simply holding her.

The soft, warm body heat that enveloped my entire body. Just holding someone gave me a sense of satisfaction and comfort that had nothing to do with sexual arousal.

"Hey. Yours is getting hard."

"Your nipples are hard too, noona."

"…"

A sudden awkward silence fell.

What broke it wasn't me or Iseor noona.

♩~♬~♪♬.

"Ah… my phone."

She didn't want to move away from my scent, so she just stared blankly at her phone lying on the other side of the sofa.

In the end I reached out with my longer arm and handed it to her.

"Se-hee? Why is she calling?"

After muttering to herself, she put a finger to her lips in a "shh" gesture and answered the phone.

"Hey, Se-hee."

"Yeah. Why?"

Thanks to the close distance, I could hear the voice on the other end clearly.

From the sound of it, this was the friend who had received the photo of my cock.

The friend who hadn't believed my existence, so noona had even taken a picture and sent it.

"What picture… Ah!"

Noona looked at me with a startled face.

Her reaction told me she had momentarily forgotten what she had done.

I never imagined I would receive live praise for my dick from a woman whose face I didn't even know.

"Uh, Se-hee, let's talk in a bit—"

Oho. So she had introduced me as her childhood friend.

Even though she had acted like she wanted to erase every memory of me from her childhood.

"Se-hee, stop…"

Noona kept glancing at me.

Her face was full of embarrassment as she tried to end the call quickly, but she couldn't stop her excited friend who had no idea what was happening.

"Hey, when did I say he was handsome! I said he's not bad…"

In her rush to explain, she missed another chance to hang up.

So she had said my face wasn't bad.

It seemed my image in noona's mind was better than I thought. If she was willing to say that to her friends, I wondered why she had kept pushing me away so much until now.

Since it was annoying, I decided to tease her just a little.

"No…!"

Iseor noona looked completely lost, unable to handle her friend who kept talking without pause.

While she was still facing me, straddling my lap, I slipped both hands under her shirt.

"Hic!"

"N-nothing! It's nothing."

Startled by the sudden touch to her breasts, noona let out a strange sound and tried to cover it up.

Unfortunately for her, the person on the other end was quite perceptive.