9. The Seed...Awakens
9. The Seed...Awakens
The quietness inside the house transformed into a suffocating silence that tightened around my throat.
Had I always been breathing this heavily?
Leaning against the front door with her skirt lowered, So-jeong looked at her panties, which were swollen to their limit, and thought that.
There was a big difference between vaguely thinking about it and deciding to actually do it right now.
Until now, she had lived by ignoring it as much as possible. Even when washing, she tried not to be conscious of it and hurriedly finished.
But now, So-jeong was about to touch it, consciously, for the first time.
A man's thing. No, So-jeong's thing.
So-jeong's dick.
Gulp.
So-jeong unconsciously swallowed dryly.
She thought she would be afraid. Because she had to touch an unknown entity and forcibly feel a sensation she shouldn't normally feel.
So why was her heart now pounding with anticipation like a child faced with a gift box?
Her two hands slowly moved toward the panties stained with the fluid seeping from the tip of her dick.
She hooked her fingers on the thin panty line and pulled them forward, making the dick, which was still proudly announcing its presence, more comfortable.
"Hueut."
The smell. The smell from that day she had a wet dream wafted strongly.
As she slightly bent her waist to pull the panties down to her knees, that peculiar yet addictive smell seemed to numb So-jeong's nose.
It was the first time she was looking closely at her dick. A rod-shaped form curved slightly upward, with a red, mushroom-cap-like part. The prominent veins on the surface of the pillar, hard like a tree trunk.
No matter how she looked at it, it was a strange shape she couldn't believe was her own, but So-jeong's dick was still standing erect, occasionally twitching on its own.
It felt different from the morning erection. There was an aching fullness to the point of pain, but a tingling sensation, as if something was smoldering deep within the dick, itched.
As if it was urging her to touch it quickly, to quickly release what was built up inside. It felt like it was persistently demanding.
At the very least, I should go inside my room.
A distant remnant of reason whispered that, but So-jeong didn't listen.
Once she became conscious of it, she couldn't hold back anymore. An intense desire, like wanting to rub dry eyes, wrapped around So-jeong.
Feeling her heartbeat starting to race faster, So-jeong lightly grasped the shaft of her dick with her hand.
"Haat!"
Instantly, her waist jerked like a rubber band. A dizzying pleasure tapped on So-jeong's nerves like a ball.
Excitement and tension surged simultaneously. Feeling it directly with her body made what she was doing feel even more real.
Driven by the fresh pleasure her dick provided, So-jeong quickly wanted to give it more stimulation.
But there, So-jeong's movement stopped.
'Here...... how do I do it?'
The internet said if you give sufficient sexual stimulation, you ejaculate.
But she had never learned 'how' to give that sufficient sexual stimulation.
'Is it like this?'
As if deducing from its shape, So-jeong gently stroked her hand upward along the shaft she was holding.
"Hup......!"
As pleasure washed over her, as if telling her that was the correct answer, another moan mixed with a nasal sound leaked from So-jeong's mouth.
"Eut, haa, hueueut......"
After that, instinct took over faster than thought. Slowly stroking up and down, So-jeong surrendered her whole body to the pleasure rising from this hot, hard thing.
"Eup, hueut!"
She tried to cover her mouth to stop the lewd sounds that kept bursting out, but it was futile. With every upward and downward motion of her hand, the stimulation crashed over her like a wave, and So-jeong continued to exhale hot breaths.
Her whole body began to heat up gradually. To better receive the joy her dick brought, So-jeong, without realizing it, slightly spread her legs and devoted herself to caressing her own dick.
"Eungeut, this is, so weird......!"
Closing her eyes and sinking into the pleasure gradually spreading through her body, So-jeong muttered.
"I'm a woman...... I, I've never even masturbated before......!"
But in So-jeong's panting voice, there was a thicker sense of depravity rather than shame.
The fact that with the same hands that had never comforted her female parts, she was stroking her male part and gaining satisfaction.
As if realizing it herself, So-jeong's waist jerked upward again.
"Aaeut, hueup! Hueung...... Haat."
Transparent fluid dripped down from the tip of her dick. The liquid that seeped between So-jeong's fingers became a slippery lubricant, applied to her dick with her strokes.
Squish squish squish-
A lewd sound emerged as the slick yet sticky liquid and her fingers rubbed against her dick.
"Haang, my hand is slippery...... it feels so good......!"
Now So-jeong didn't even try to stop the moans flowing from her mouth; instead, with her other hand that wasn't stroking her dick, she was frantically caressing her chest over her blouse.
With the help of the lubricant, So-jeong's hand moved up and down that stout meat rod even faster.
Soon, So-jeong felt a sensation, as if something was gathering from the deepest part of her dick, the part that felt like the root.
"Heut, hyaueuk, now, I, I think it's coming......!"
Ejaculation was approaching. So-jeong was gradually moving toward the peak of pleasure, the explosion of stimulation.
She recalled her first ejaculation during the wet dream. Back then, she was deep in sleep and had no chance to accept the pleasure, but now was different.
Now, she was ready to fully enjoy the bursting pleasure.
The hand shaking her dick sped up even more. As the feeling of imminent ejaculation heightened, her vision began to turn pure white.
And in that mind filling with white, Baek-seol appeared.
Was it because she had just been thinking about the wet dream? Baek-seol's body was naked, like a sculpture.
Baek-seol's wet lips, Baek-seol's droplet-like breasts, Baek-seol's smooth waist, Baek-seol's firm buttocks.
"Baek-seol-ah...... haeueuk!!"
When she called her name, So-jeong could no longer think of anything.
With a sensation like an electric current crackling up her spine, everything about So-jeong focused on her dick.
"......Aaeuk! Heut! Eu...... ha, aaat!!"
Overwhelmed by a stimulation far more intense than she had expected, So-jeong arched her back in a curve and couldn't even breathe properly.
For a time that felt like an eternity compressed into seconds, So-jeong was swept away by an uncontrollable torrent of pleasure, able to do nothing but feel it.
"Haat, heut, haeu...... huaaa."
Soon, the tension that had filled So-jeong's body began to drain away like sand. As the ejaculation subsided and the aftershocks of the climax faded, a feeling of weakness assaulted So-jeong.
Finally catching her breath, as the reason that had been suppressed by instinct and pleasure began to resurface, So-jeong was finally able to look back on her actions.
"Huaa?"
When she cautiously opened her eyes, there were her hand and dick, smeared with white fluid.
The semen, which had spurted out vigorously, was splattered not only on the skirt that had fallen to the floor but also soaked the wooden floor.
She was standing in front of the front door with her legs slightly spread, her lower half completely exposed.
And at the moment of ejaculation, she had been shaking her dick while imagining her best friend Baek-seol naked.
"......Huaaaaa."
So-jeong's face turned even redder than before, and this time she moaned not from pleasure but from shame.
"I, I must be crazy. I must have been crazy."
Slipping off her shoes and entering her room, So-jeong quickly brought tissues and wet wipes and muttered while wiping the floor.
"Touching a man's genitals like that and feeling good, it's so weird...... I'm like a pervert."
What So-jeong was feeling was the post-ejaculatory self-loathing and emptiness often called 'post-nut clarity,' but unaware of this, So-jeong continued to mutter to herself as she diligently wiped the floor, as if trying to destroy the evidence.
A while later, as she gradually returned to her usual state of mind, So-jeong shook her head and denied her own actions.
"No, I'm not the weird one."
So-jeong said, throwing the snowball-sized wad of tissues into the trash can.
"This is the weird thing."
So-jeong glanced downward.
"Because this weird thing keeps building up here, I'm becoming weird too."
The fact that she felt good touching her own stiff, erect dick.
The fact that she exhaled hot breaths and shot out that white, sticky stuff.
......And the fact that she thought of Baek-seol in her head and lewdly called out her name.
It must all be because of this thing.
Persuading herself like that, So-jeong finished cleaning up, washed her hands several times, trudged over to her bed, and plopped down onto it.
"Haa......"
Anyway, this should keep things problem-free for a while.
Feeling that relief along with the fatigue from shopping and masturbating, So-jeong decided to just lie down and go to sleep.
In the drowsiness that gently covered her like a soft blanket, So-jeong suddenly remembered something.
"Ah, clothes...... I came back without buying any."
In her hurry to return, she had completely forgotten her plan to choose clothes at the cafe and buy them later.
"I feel sorry toward Baek-seol and Ha-na."
Next time, when she was a bit more prepared for this kind of situation. So-jeong resolved to suggest going shopping with the two of them again then.
"No, it would be best if this thing just disappeared before that happens."
Muttering a complaint-like soliloquy, So-jeong fell into a deep sleep right after.