Her Friend's Jealous Gaze
His nose grazed the soft curls between her thighs, and her body heat along with that intoxicating scent completely ensnared his senses.
Hye-na clamped both hands over her mouth, head tilted back in helpless surrender.
Her hips rocked restlessly, unconsciously grinding her pussy against his face.
*My friend is lying right here pretending to sleep while my boyfriend devours her cunt with his tongue.*
The terror of being caught swirled together with the pleasure that terror amplified, driving her wild.
This secret yet shameless ecstasy.
The moment Seonyeong woke and caught even the slightest odd scent, there would be no hiding her state—everything would be exposed.
The thought to stop Yeon-woo’s actions collided with waves of pleasure flooding her body, rendering resistance impossible.
“Op-pa… please… if you’re caught… I’ll be caught…”
Hye-na’s emotion level had already climbed to 70.
She had experienced this position before, when he had sucked her pussy like this.
Back then she had trembled in orgasm at 62.
Now it was 70.
Yeon-woo was beginning to understand what these numbers truly meant.
It wasn’t just raw arousal.
It was the complex tapestry of a woman’s emotions—desire, shame, tension, fear—all blended.
He had only a vague sense of their meaning, but he needed more data.
*Is it arousal plus shame, tension, and fear? Or… in a situation this dangerous, emotions are pushed to their absolute extremes…*
Yeon-woo thought this to himself, focusing even more intently on the tip of his tongue.
He attacked her most sensitive spot with relentless hunger.
“Op-pa… please… stop… I’m going to lose it… please… stop… Seonyeong will wake up!!! ”
Hye-na’s moan burst out like a sob.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, not pushing him away but pulling him closer, pressing her pussy harder against his lips.
Chuuuulp… chup… chuuulp… slurp… slurp…
The continuous wet sucking sounds and intermittent moans from Hye-na filled the room.
Then, at the edge of Yeon-woo’s vision, Seonyeong’s status window on the sofa began to change.
22… 25… 30…
The numbers were rising.
Heading toward 40.
*She woke up!!!*
Yeon-woo realized it instantly.
He turned his head slightly and looked at her face.
She still lay there eyes closed, breathing steady.
But… the numbers didn’t lie.
She was pretending to sleep.
Probably so that if she suddenly opened her eyes, the three of them would be horribly awkward…
Or perhaps she didn’t want to deliberately interrupt this secret, stimulating scene right now.
Or maybe… she simply wanted to watch a little longer.
Seonyeong’s numbers kept climbing.
Especially when Hye-na couldn’t hold back her moans of pleasure, the value spiked even higher.
In the act of pretending to sleep, her senses were concentrated on hearing everything.
And unconsciously, she was squeezing her thighs together, crossing her legs.
Seeing this, Yeon-woo deliberately increased the intensity of his sucking.
He plunged his tongue deep, pulling it out, then lightly nibbled her clit between his lips.
He made the sucking sounds louder on purpose.
“Chuuulp… slurp… chuuulp… slurp… chaaap…”
Beyond the pleasure that was driving Hye-na into ecstasy, there was a twisted satisfaction in being observed—and in the observer secretly getting aroused.
He pushed his tongue deep inside and sucked hard.
“Hwaaaeng…! Op-pa…! Hwaaaeng…! Please stop…! It’s too… too good…!!!!”
Hye-na’s moan suddenly rose, cracking at the end.
She could no longer hold back.
Her hips began to sway, up and down in a wave.
Her legs clamped around his face.
All of it—the sounds, the movements—reached Seonyeong, still pretending to sleep with eyes closed.
And her emotion level had broken 43.
Hye-na herself hit 72, climaxing and panting.
Yeon-woo finally gave her clit one last light nibble, then lifted his head to look at her face.
Her eyes were rolled back, breathing ragged.
And beside her lay another woman who had heard and felt everything yet was pretending to sleep perfectly.
[Seonyeong’s emotion level: 49]
***
Yeon-woo’s mouth left Hye-na’s pussy, and she caught her breath.
“I… want to put it in…”
Yeon-woo whispered right against her ear.
“Go ahead. I’ll really destroy you.”
“Even if you kill me… I still want to try…”
“Yeah… I might kill you.”
As they spoke, Seonyeong suddenly sat up from the sofa.
She rubbed her eyes, head lifted as if just waking.
“Huh? Did I… fall asleep? What time is it now?”
Her voice was still hazy from sleep, but her eyes glowed with a slight sharpness.
The status window number had dropped to 30.
“Um… around 12:20?”
Yeon-woo glanced at the wall clock.
“Huh, really?”
Seonyeong shot up.
“I… should head home. It’s too late.”
“Anyway, tomorrow’s Saturday…”
Yeon-woo started to say.
“Just sleep here tonight.”
“Ya~ Seonyeong-ah… sleep over and go home together tomorrow.”
Hye-na grabbed Seonyeong’s arm and pouted playfully.
“No… I really have to go. I have stuff to do tomorrow morning…”
Seonyeong gently refused even Hye-na’s aegyo.
She quickly gathered her handbag and jacket from the sofa.
“Op-pa~ It was really fun today. I’ll see you later.”
At the entrance, Seonyeong smiled brightly at Yeon-woo.
Her smile looked completely normal, but Yeon-woo felt a strange thrill inside.
“Mhm… I had fun too thanks to you. Take care.”
Yeon-woo nodded.
“Yeah… Hye-na, I’ll contact you tomorrow.”
Seonyeong smiled at Hye-na.
“Yeah…”
Hye-na only nodded slightly, unable to meet Seonyeong’s eyes directly.
At that moment Seonyeong gave Hye-na’s butt a loud slap with her palm.
“Be good to op-pa!!! That’s why I’m jealous of you… I’m leaving~”
The door closed, and Seonyeong’s footsteps faded down the hall.
Once the room fell quiet again, Hye-na let out a deep sigh.
“What are we going to do…”
“What do you mean?”
Yeon-woo asked with a puzzled expression.
“Seonyeong… she must have woken up.”
Hye-na lowered her gaze.
*Hah… so even women’s feelings are like this…*
Yeon-woo muttered to himself.
He already knew, but Hye-na had probably sensed the subtle change in Seonyeong.
Or perhaps it was simply the feeling between close friends…
“Huh? How did you know?”
He asked deliberately, acting clueless.
“Just… I can tell.”
Then Hye-na suddenly rushed toward Yeon-woo.
She slapped his chest hard.
“Exactly!!! You said not to!!! There’s Seonyeong right next to us…! I’m losing my mind…”
The anger in her voice and actions was adorable to Yeon-woo.
“I’m going to be too embarrassed to face Seonyeong’s eyes!”
Yeon-woo rubbed his chest and chuckled.
“What… Seonyeong was pretending not to know, right? Pretending not to know each other is fine, isn’t it? It’s the peaceful way.”
“Ugh… really… because of op-pa…”
Hye-na couldn’t finish, turned away in anger, and walked toward the sofa.
But her ears were bright red.
It wasn’t only anger—it was shame mixed with the lingering pleasure from Yeon-woo’s touch, impossible to forget.
Yeon-woo smiled as he watched her back.
He gently grabbed her wrist as she walked toward the sofa.
She turned back in surprise.
He smiled and said softly, “Now… there’s no one to interrupt.”
Hye-na looked into his eyes for a moment.
Her expression was angry, but waves of lingering arousal remained in her eyes.
She pouted and muttered, “Why… I’m going home…”
But before she could finish, Yeon-woo pulled her close.
Hye-na naturally leaned against him.
“Home… weren’t you going there tomorrow?”
Yeon-woo whispered against her ear.
“It’s finally our time alone…”
Hye-na lowered her head.
Her forehead touched his chest.
“Hmph…”
She murmured softly.
Yeon-woo quietly led her to the bedroom.
He dimmed the lights.
He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her onto his lap.
At first she tensed, but as he held her, she slowly relaxed into his arms.
“We… are dating, right?”
Hye-na asked suddenly.
She rested her chin on his shoulder, gazing at the ceiling.
“Of course.”
Yeon-woo answered as if surprised she would ask that.
“I love you.”
Hye-na suddenly said, blushing.
Taken aback for a moment, Yeon-woo smiled and kissed her lips.
“I love you too.”
“I’m still worried you’ll be disappointed in me.”
Yeon-woo placed a finger gently over her lips to silence her.
“Stop saying that.”
He hugged her softly.
Her eyes were slightly red, but she nodded with a smile.
“Okay… op-pa.”
Yeon-woo kissed her lips again—soft, slow, cautious, as if confirming each other’s presence.
Even after sucking her pussy so violently beside the sleeping friend, doing this sweet kiss now was funny, but Hye-na didn’t mind at all.
