It's No Joke That Dating Would Actually Be Better
"Hiiik!"
"Iseor, what's wrong?"
"Uh, um? No, it's nothing."
Kang Iseor tried to brush it off somehow, but she couldn't fool the other person's sharp senses.
"…Are you with that guy right now?"
"N-no, what are you talking about! It's not like that."
"Then what was that weird sound just now?"
"I told you, it's really nothing…."
As if it could be nothing. Right now, my noona was straddling my lap facing me, and both my hands were slipped under her t-shirt, firmly groping her breasts.
"What are you doing? Stop it…!"
Iseor whispered to me while holding the phone away for a moment, but I didn't let up. Instead, I squeezed even harder.
"Mmmh!"
"Hello? Iseor?"
"Y-yeah…."
"What the hell. You really are with him, aren't you? Wow, that's insane."
"No, hey! Ngh."
If she hung up abruptly now, it would be the same as admitting the suspicion. While Iseor was stuck between a rock and a hard place, I yanked her t-shirt all the way up to her armpits.
"Oh…."
Her massive, soft mounds jiggled as if greeting me. They were so heavy that they even spilled slightly between my fingers. Ignoring her pleading eyes that begged me to stop, I began massaging them in slow circles with both hands.
"Ngh, kuh…."
"Why are you acting all shy with me? Wow, so you ate lunch with us and then immediately ran off to meet a guy? That's impressive, but I'm still a little hurt, you know?"
Even though she'd clearly noticed, the friend on the phone didn't hang up. In her own way, she was pretty impressive too. Had curiosity completely devoured her sense of reason? As for me, I got to see more of Iseor's troubled face, so it was actually a win. I focused intently on kneading the heavy pockets in front of me.
"I-it's really not that. My body just feels a bit off…."
"Off how? Oh, wait—did you get sore from doing it too much with him?! You said he lasts four hours at a time. I'm so jealous!"
"I said it's not…."
She bit her lip to hold back another moan. By now, tears were welling up in the corners of her eyes. The childlike expression she was showing for the first time was so adorable that I simply couldn't stop.
"Mmm, hng…!"
"Wait, are you doing it right now? Kyaa, this is seriously wild!"
In my opinion, the friend's shamelessness was even more impressive.
"Se-hee, ah! I-it's really not! I'm telling you it's not—hup."
If this continued, she'd end up labeled as a pervert who had phone sex while talking to her friend. She kept trying to persuade her without giving up. Meanwhile, her pink nipples were poking out between my fingers as if begging to be sucked. I promptly took one into my mouth.
"Hup!"
Startled, Iseor pulled my head against her chest. At the same time, the scent of her skin and body wash enveloped me. It was clearly the same body wash I always used, but on her it smelled sweet like an entirely different product. Her nipples needed no introduction. No matter how hard I sucked, they bounced back into shape, and no matter how much I rolled them with my tongue, they stood right back up—such strong, lovable little things. Worried the other one might feel neglected, I pinched it with my fingers… Wait, no. Iseor actually preferred it when I grabbed her whole breast firmly rather than focusing on the nipples. So I squeezed the rest of her tit like I was wringing out laundry.
"Haaahk! S-stop…!"
Finally unable to hold it back, she let out a lewd cry and bucked her hips wildly as she came. Only then did she seem to realize what she'd done—her eyes flew wide open—but the sound had already traveled straight into the phone's microphone long ago.
"W-wait, what was that sound just now?"
It was truly unbelievable. What kind of man could make Kang Iseor, of all people….
"I told you to stop! Seriously!"
When words failed, she switched tactics to physical suppression. She swung her weakened fists at me, but her bountiful reactions only fueled my courage even more.
"Hello there."
"Y-you…!"
"Huh? Oh, hello."
Iseor went deathly pale, but I paid it no mind and continued.
"I'm Iseor's childhood friend."
"Ah… Did you hear our entire conversation…?"
"Yes. I've never heard the term 'honey dick' before, but thank you for the compliment."
"No, I didn't think you'd hear that part… You two must be really close. Ahaha…."
"We're hugging each other right now."
"For real? Oh, I thought you two were just messing around… W-well, have a good time! Oh, and Iseor! I won't tell anyone except the girls so it doesn't affect your streams, so don't worry! Bye!"
The person who had refused to hang up no matter what immediately ended the call the moment she heard my voice. All that remained was silence on the sofa and the sound of a very angry Iseor huffing and puffing.
"Hey, what the hell are we supposed to do now?! This is all your fault, you idiot!"
"What's the big deal? Your friend understood, didn't she?"
"Ugh, it's so embarrassing!"
"It's fine. Come here."
"No! Let go!"
I tried to calm her with my scent, but she pushed me away with both hands. Was she genuinely mad this time?
"Okay, I'm sorry. Just come here already."
"I said stop! Ha, fuck…."
When she kept refusing, I simply pulled her into my arms by force. She resisted for only a moment. The instant she caught my scent, she went completely docile. It was like a hungry lioness growling at her keeper, only to turn gentle the moment she received her food.
"Sssip… Haaaa. Why the hell do I have to be like this with you…?"
"Because you like my smell? Or because we're sex partners?"
"I don't even know anymore. If the girls tease me about this, I'll die of embarrassment."
"Hmm. Your friend sounded more jealous than anything."
"…Sssip."
She lifted her head to glare at me, then silently took another deep breath. When she spoke again, her voice had lost much of its earlier strength.
"Why have you gotten so sly and playful? You weren't like this when we were kids."
"Not sure. Maybe it's because I like being in this kind of relationship with you?"
"…."
"Iseor. Like your friend Se-hee said, I really don't mind if we actually date. No, I'd actually prefer it."
It was a sincere confession I'd pondered quite a bit before saying aloud. Perhaps that was why the following silence felt so unbearably heavy.
"…I want to do it again."
She hadn't given me a clear answer to my words. I had no intention of rushing her for one. From the perspective of someone who'd once been treated like a criminal by his first love, I was already grateful for our current relationship. That didn't mean I had no desires, only that I didn't want to pressure her and make things difficult.
"Want to do it right now?"
"No. I'm going home to masturbate."
What now? She still seemed upset. At this point, I started worrying that I'd gone too far. But when Iseor actually stood up from the sofa, her face was far from angry. Instead, she looked more shy than upset. The reason she wanted to go home and take care of it instead of doing it with me seemed to be because she was too embarrassed to look at my face.
"Your face is all red. You look sick. You should stay longer."
"W-what are you saying? I have a stream today, so I'm leaving. Take off your underwear so I can take it home and use it."
Hearing her say something like that with flushed cheeks and pouting lips made me burst into helpless laughter. Still, I obediently took them off and put them in a black plastic bag for her.
A little while later, Iseor stood at the front door wearing the t-shirt I'd given her under her padded jacket.
"I'm going. I'll secretly wash the panties you gave me last time and return them without Mom noticing."
"Got it. Oh, and Iseor."
"What?"
"It's no joke that dating would actually be better."
"…."
"Just saying. Be careful on your way home, and call me if anything happens."
Her brown eyes turned toward me, then shifted back to the door. It looked like she had something to say.
"…Yeah."
But no other words came. She simply turned her back on me and left.
Once the sound of our conversation faded and the surroundings grew quiet, I didn't feel particularly lonely. After all, once she used up the underwear and semen I'd given her, she'd have no choice but to come find me again.
Oh, and just so you know—when she asked for semen along with the underwear, I jerked off once with her help and gave it to her. I put it in an empty 500ml water bottle that had been lying around the house. To an outsider it might look insane, but for us it was a mutually agreed-upon, perfectly legitimate transaction.
'I didn't go to the gym yesterday, so maybe I should go today.'
After I got back, I'd look for the next game to review. With that thought in mind, I stretched and got ready to head out.
The next day, after a day filled with all sorts of events—meeting friends for lunch, taking a photo of Han Jihoon's dick and sending it to a friend, and secretly having sex in a department store—Kang Iseor returned to her room after dinner. She picked up Han Jihoon's underwear and climbed onto the bed.
"Mmm, haa…."
Her hand naturally moved between her legs as she began pleasuring herself. Her other hand pressed his underwear against her nose. At some point, masturbating like this whenever she thought of him had become a habit.
"Huuu…."
After cumming three times in a row without pause, her body felt refreshed. But instead of looking refreshed, she hugged a pillow, lay down, and let out a heavy sigh.
The words her friend had said over the phone yesterday while she was with Han Jihoon. Iseor could somewhat agree that he was a decent man in many ways. It was also true that the aversion she'd felt toward him because of the middle school incident had decreased significantly compared to before.
Even so, the reason she hesitated about their relationship was because of worries that had arisen after experiencing many things recently. Specifically, the possibility that she might possess an abnormal sexual fetish far removed from ordinary common sense.
'No. I already know I'm not normal. But if I start dating him…'
In her eyes, Han Jihoon was also a deviant far from normal. He welcomed a woman addicted to his scent, and even came up with the unthinkable idea of making her go outside wearing a cum mask. She feared that entering a serious relationship with someone like that might mean she could never return to a normal life with normal people.
'Yeah, our current relationship is just right. I only go along with him because my head goes crazy without his smell. That's all it is.'
She forced herself to organize her thoughts and got up from the bed. It would soon be time for her stream. Since she would be showing her face to others, she needed to check her appearance thoroughly and prepare everything.
'My appearance… to so many people…'
Suddenly, yesterday's events came to mind. The spine-tingling sensation she'd felt when she faced the department store employee while wearing a mask covered in Han Jihoon's semen. The guilt and tension of secretly doing something vulgar in front of others had, without her realizing it, transformed into an irresistibly thrilling sensation.
It had been strong enough to make her head spin and demand Jihoon take her right there in the public restroom.
"…."
This time, an unknown curiosity arose. If facing just one female employee had felt like that, what would it feel like in front of nearly two thousand viewers? How great would the guilt be if she secretly did perverted things in front of all those people? If she secretly touched her most intimate parts while her fans who only watched her were watching….
'No. What the hell am I thinking, Kang Iseor?'
She shook her head violently, scolding herself. Everything she'd done so far had been unavoidable because she was addicted to his scent and because he'd asked her to. She must never turn herself into a pervert by actively imagining and carrying out such acts on her own.
"…."
Even so, Kang Iseor couldn't shake off the lingering attachment and remained frozen in place. The room was deathly silent, but inside her head, desire and reason were noisily tugging at each other.
'No, that… that's really not it.'
The answer was already decided, and her mind knew the truth, yet she couldn't seem to cut the thread of conflict. The more she agonized, the more her unfocused eyes trembled, and all the while, Kang Iseor remained trapped in endless internal struggle.