22. Even If She Finds Out I Became a Futanari. (2)
22. Even If She Finds Out I Became a Futanari. (2)
"I... I'm hard right now."
When So-jeong said that to Baek-seol on the day of the academic conference presentation, there were two reasons.
The first was, quite literally, because her member showed no signs of calming down.
Although she had to masturbate several times every morning to deal with her morning erections, she had been so busy with final preparations for the presentation since morning that she simply couldn't find time to slip away.
She had actually planned to ejaculate in advance the night before, but after being caught by Baek-seol, she was so flustered that the thought of secretly slipping away to the bathroom to masturbate never crossed her mind.
Until the presentation, she managed to move around in awkward positions to avoid drawing attention, but there was no way to hide it during the presentation itself.
Being caught with her skirt bulging out in front of so many people. Just the thought sent shivers down her spine, but her dick didn't care about that and remained stubbornly erect.
Even if she ran to the bathroom right now, there wasn't enough time to satisfy her libido, which was never content with just one round, leaving So-jeong anxiously pacing.
But what if Baek-seol touched her dick instead?
So-jeong suddenly recalled the various erotic futanari comics she had read to understand her transformed body.
Most of them featured scenes where futanari reacted more sensitively than usual when their friends or someone they liked touched their dicks.
'Maybe...'
It was half a gamble, and asking Baek-seol for such a favor was mortifyingly embarrassing, but with no other options, So-jeong mustered her courage and went to find Baek-seol.
And the second reason was that she wanted to confirm Baek-seol's feelings once more.
'I'll do anything I can to help.'
The night before, when Baek-seol discovered So-jeong's secret, she didn't find her disgusting or get angry, as So-jeong had feared.
Instead, she hugged her and said she would help.
While So-jeong felt deeply grateful for Baek-seol's kindness, she couldn't stop a certain curiosity from rising within her.
'Anything... how far would that go?'
This thing called libido was a beast that knew no restraint. Moreover, its vitality was like a weed—strong and persistent, growing vigorously through any crack it found.
Baek-seol's promise to help with "anything" opened up new possibilities in their relationship, and libido's insidious, sweet, wicked voice began whispering into So-jeong's heart.
'Tell her you want to hold her. Tell her you want to touch, lick, suck, and knead her sexy body to your heart's content.'
'Tell her you want to have sex with her. Tell her you want to thrust into her pussy.'
'You know good-natured Baek-seol would agree.'
So-jeong shook her head fiercely, trying to dispel those thoughts.
'No. That would just be using Baek-seol's kindness for sexual relief.'
She firmly told herself she couldn't do that to a close friend—or rather, precisely because she was a close friend, she couldn't.
But once planted, the seed of that thought didn't disappear easily and tormented So-jeong's mind all night.
Compounded by the urgent need to calm her erection before the presentation, So-jeong's inner self began seeking a compromise with her futanari libido once again.
'I'm not asking for this because I want to; it's an unavoidable situation. Baek-seol will understand.'
'I'll just ask once. If she says no, I can find another way then.'
It wasn't particularly convincing logic, but like anyone gripped by lust, So-jeong failed to notice the flaw in her reasoning.
For these complex reasons, So-jeong asked Baek-seol for a 'handjob,' something she'd seen in those erotic comics,
"Okay."
and Baek-seol granted So-jeong's request.
"...I must have been crazy back then."
After the academic conference ended and she returned home in the taxi Baek-seol called, So-jeong plopped down on her bed, muttering as she recalled the day's events.
Looking back now, she couldn't believe she had even broached the subject.
Moreover, lifting her skirt in front of Baek-seol to show that rugged, erect dick...
"Lately, I feel like my dick is taking over my brain."
Surprisingly accurately pinpointing her current state, So-jeong turned over and lay down.
"...But Baek-seol's hand. It felt incredibly good."
A completely different sensation from touching herself.
"How can another girl's hand be so soft?"
The sensation of Baek-seol's long, beautiful fingers and her soft palm with faint lines stroking and rubbing her dick was still vividly etched in her memory.
And as proof of that pleasure, So-jeong experienced an orgasmic ecstasy she had never felt before.
A dizzying pleasure, as if all the semen built up inside her was being squeezed out while the strength drained from her legs.
Given that her vision turned white and she could only think of the peak pleasure, she might have actually blacked out for a moment.
That's why she only realized after most of her ejaculation was over that Baek-seol had taken all that milky fluid into her mouth.
"..."
Silently, So-jeong brought her finger slightly to her lips.
Although she felt a soft sensation through her finger, the texture was distinctly different from what she had felt that day.
Baek-seol's mouth. Baek-seol's lips.
Her marshmallow-soft lips, warmer and moister than her fingers, had been touching the head of her dick.
She inwardly regretted not being able to feel that sensation longer, lost in the afterglow of orgasm and panicking as she hastily pulled her hips back.
But what surprised So-jeong wasn't limited to just Baek-seol's lips enveloping her glans.
'I had no idea she would drink all of it.'
So-jeong replayed the image of Baek-seol swallowing her white fluid over and over in her head.
The sight of Baek-seol, eyes closed, slowly swallowing as if savoring a deep flavor, was incredibly erotic.
That image kept flickering in her mind, as if saying Baek-seol liked her so much she would even accept her semen without hesitation.
It was a completely different joy from the pleasure of having her dick touched—a subtle but deeply fulfilling satisfaction that welled up inside her heart.
So-jeong turned over again and stared blankly at the ceiling.
'Because you're my best friend.'
That was how Baek-seol had answered when So-jeong asked why she was being so kind.
But could the scene between the two of them in that cramped space really be called a moment between friends?
Herself, taking out her dick to show it in that cramped space, and Baek-seol, gently touching it and even taking it into her mouth.
So-jeong, happy to feel Baek-seol's hand and lips, and Baek-seol, kindly accepting her lust.
That wasn't a moment between friends; it was more like lovers in love...
"Hah, no. What am I thinking?"
As if waking from a dream, So-jeong scolded herself once more.
"Today was just a request made out of necessity. Baek-seol only helped because I was in a difficult situation."
It's friendship between girls. That's perfectly possible.
If Baek-seol were in trouble, wouldn't I help her the same way she helped me today?
So-jeong smoothly sat up in bed.
"I think I'm just so tired today that strange thoughts keep popping up. I should wash up and go to sleep."
Bzzzt—Bzzzt—
As she headed to the bathroom, the phone she'd tossed on the bed began to vibrate.
Picking it up and looking at the screen, she saw Baek-seol's name displayed.
"Uh, hello?"
Perhaps because she'd just been having lewd thoughts, So-jeong's voice sounded awkward as she answered the call.
"Yeah. I just got home too."
From the other end of the line, the sound of a door clicking shut accompanied her voice.
"Ah, you really worked hard today, Baek-seol-ah."
Holding the phone, So-jeong headed toward the balcony overlooking the outside.
"You must be tired, so get some rest."
"Yeah. You get some rest too. You don't have a fever or anything, do you?"
"I'm totally fine. Maybe I've gotten healthier lately?"
"I hope that's the case."
Baek-seol replied lightly to So-jeong's joke.
"Phew, what a hassle for a weekend."
"Tell me about it."
So-jeong laughed, "Ahaha," and slightly opened the balcony door. The still slightly cool spring night breeze gently brushed through her hair, feeling pleasant.
"If I'd known it would be like this, I should've just half-assed the group project."
"You probably couldn't have done that, given your personality."
"You think?"
"You're too kind a person to pull tricks like that."
"Pfft, what's that? Are you teasing me?"
"Just stating the facts."
"Anyway, you think too highly of me, Baek-seol. Stop saying weird things and go wash up. I was about to wash up too."
"Okay. Well, good night then."
"Yeah. You too."
Even after hanging up, So-jeong stared at Baek-seol's name on the screen for a long time.
She suddenly felt that exchanging such mundane small talk was both familiar and something she had missed.
Looking back, it seemed that after becoming a futanari, she had been trying to keep her distance from Baek-seol.
She was afraid Baek-seol would discover her secret, afraid it would completely ruin their relationship.
But even after her secret was discovered, Baek-seol still called her and talked to her like always.
She remained her friend.
"...Hehe."
So-jeong hugged the phone tightly to her chest and laughed softly.
Right, let's not try to solve everything alone.
As Baek-seol said, she wasn't alone anymore; they were together now.
Instead of agonizing alone over how far Baek-seol would go to help her, they could think about it together.
With a heart feeling immensely relieved, So-jeong placed her phone on the bed and headed to the bathroom again.
Thinking that the small but intensely fluttering heartbeat in her chest, like a spring bud, was the joy of reaffirming her friendship with her best friend.