So Dicks Are This Clueless?
“…….”
“What. Why. What. Why is everyone so quiet.”
I’d pulled out what I figured was the most shocking confession of my life, yet nobody reacted. The silence stretched long enough to turn awkward, so I glanced around—only to find the people who’d been listening frozen in much the same way. Maybe they were too stunned to speak? That didn’t feel quite right either.
“Uh, well….”
Hmm… the three of them traded looks, clearly reading my face. When I tilted my head and jerked my chin for them to spit it out already, one of them dipped his head first.
“Uh… sorry.”
“Sorry….”
“Me too….”
“For what? Why all of a sudden…. Ah.”
I started to ask, then understood exactly what these idiots meant. Just moments earlier they hadn’t been outright cursing Eun-a, but the things they’d said about her hadn’t been kind. Classic trash-talking a friend’s girlfriend right in front of him. At first the conversation itself had thrown me, but the tone had been closer to worrying about me than calling her a bitch, so I hadn’t thought much of it.
This is a total Talulla moment.
While I blankly sorted my thoughts, the mood visibly sank. I laughed it off like nothing and lightly punched the guy right in front of me on the shoulder—no, I put a little force into it, with feeling. He yelped and twisted away, but my fist easily tracked his movement. I wasn’t angry about the trash talk. I wasn’t exactly thrilled, but these guys didn’t deserve to be chewed out for it. It was just fallout from the altered memories.
But Bitic is unforgivable.
“Ow! Ow! Why the hell are you so strong!”
Setting the nonsense aside, this was also a way to bleed off a little of their guilt. You know how it goes in fiction—take a few hits and you’re forgiven. Of course they hadn’t volunteered to get hit, but sinners don’t get a choice.
“Alright, that’s it. You didn’t know, so saying that much is fine.”
“…Yeah.”
“Thanks….”
“But why only me….”
“Tsk.”
“Sorry….”
The three of them fidgeted under my gaze, then awkwardly steered the conversation elsewhere.
“…So when did you start dating?”
“Yesterday. Brand-new two-day-old campus couple.”
“…I kept thinking you were treating a guy way too much like a same-sex friend. So that’s why.”
“Yeah, something like that?”
“And you only ever played those otaku games packed with pretty girls.”
“Yeah, something like that?”
“But… you’ve been hanging around her for a while, right? For that, you haven’t been dating long.”
“Huh… you’re right?”
Hmm. Yeah. This part hadn’t changed with the alteration or anything. No decent excuse came to mind, so I just boldly dodged.
“That’s a sensitive area, so no more than that. Dame.”
“Dame, my ass.”
I held up an index finger and waggled it like they’d get hurt if they knew; the three of them snickered. Honestly, saying we were dating had taken real resolve. These days just being different was enough to draw hostility—especially something like homosexuality that made you an even bigger target. But I didn’t want to hide dating Eun-a. It wasn’t something that could stay hidden anyway, and I wanted to be openly lovey-dovey on campus. Even if it wrecked my social life.
Yet these guys—the closest people I had—didn’t seem to care much that I was with Eun-a. Even if their real feelings were different, on the surface they kept chattering empty nonsense just like always. Well, they’d treated me without discrimination even back when I was a guy who liked a lesbian girl.
I was fretting over nothing.
“Ah, Eun-a texted. I should head out soon.”
We’d burned the rest of the time after lecture just talking, and before I knew it the hour for my date with Eun-a had arrived. I finished packing up and stood.
“Ah, wait.”
“Hm? Why? Bitic again and it won’t end with a fist.”
“Not that. Can I sell this account or something?”
“Huh? Why? It’s perfect for takeoff.”
“…Just. After trying it, not really my taste.”
“Yeah? Then post it on the community. Ah, no—I’ll give you a trading site; put it there. Should cover at least a meal.”
“Yeah. Go.”
“Alright. Those with lectures, hang in there; those without, eat well.”
“Yeah.”
With that I slipped out of the classroom and ran toward where Eun-a was waiting.
Date with Eun-a…!
We’d already done dirty things before our first date, but that didn’t dull the meaning of a first date. The worry that had been nagging me turned out to be pure imagination, so my steps felt light. My chest ached the whole way and the stares drawn to that place stung, but I was a pro masochist. Pain like this I could take with a smile…!
“So you told other people that we’re dating?”
“Yeah.”
Eun-a’s hand clenched hard around the car key. She didn’t look angry—more startled by the sudden news. She tried to speak, but only a breathy sound escaped as if the words had caught in her throat; then she exhaled deeply.
“Um… did you not like it?”
Eun-a had always been open about being a lesbian, but coming out about dating me was a different matter. Still, I couldn’t keep sitting there listening to that kind of talk, and part of me had wanted to brag. Plus it would stop guys from hitting on me at school later. A same-sex couple would spark huge rumors for sure. Better to be stared at like zoo monkeys than get hunted by guys. The gazes were familiar anyway.
Even so… it was hard to deny I’d steamrolled ahead without properly weighing Eun-a’s feelings. Maybe the anxiety showed on my face; she stared at me in silence for a long moment, then pulled me into a hug. The car made the angle awkward, but her warmth came through completely and eased my heart.
“Thank you, sunbae.”
She whispered it softly against my ear. I thought it was just comfort, but the careful beat of her heart against mine said otherwise.
“For what?”
“That… coming out boldly. It couldn’t have been easy.”
“It’s nothing. No different from when I was a guy.”
“It’s… very different from that.”
“Same. Then and now, I just loved you and said so.”
“…Really, really thank you, sunbae. Honestly, even if you’d rejected me on the spot and said you wanted to go back to being a guy, it wouldn’t have been strange. Going along with my selfishness like this… I never expected you’d say we were dating right away…. You must have been… so scared.”
She seemed to be remembering her own past; the arms around me tightened. I lightly rubbed cheek against cheek and changed the subject.
“It was a pretty forced development. But TS is a forced genre to begin with. That’s just how it goes.”
I couldn’t find proper comforting words, so it came out a mess. Still, the intent must have landed; Eun-a smiled small and rubbed cheeks back. The cheeks we were nuzzling gradually turned inward until our lips brushed.
Chu.
Her clear lip gloss sparkled cutely. Eyes half-lidded, she carefully layered her mouth over mine. Soft tongue coiled gently around mine. We were in the car, no tinting, people passing by now and then—yet Eun-a didn’t care. She hugged me hard and mixed our tongues deeper.
Churp. Chuuut… churruut.
Saliva mixed stickily; heat rose. A sweet, refreshing scent I hadn’t noticed that morning gradually filled me. When I turned fully and rested my head against the window, she shifted as if climbing on top of me. A completely filthy kiss right on the edge of sex—the kind of dangerous kiss you should never do on a campus full of people. I felt I ought to stop it soon, yet the opposite urge bloomed at the same time.
…Wouldn’t it be okay even if we got caught?
The more society’s ugly stares fell on us, the stronger our bond would become. Just as that dangerous desire started uncoiling from inside, Eun-a trembled lightly and rested her head on my chest. Hiding the lingering regret, I gently hugged her head and patted it.
“Sunbae….”
“Hm?”
Still catching her heated breath against me, she twitched her hips and spoke.
“Dicks… are they this clueless?”
I craned my neck to look down. Her cock was raging so hard it looked ready to punch through the front of her jeans.
“Not clueless—honest. You thought I wouldn’t get hard after a dirty kiss like that?”
“Wasn’t it a romantic atmosphere…?”
“Where? That was a full-on heat kiss.”
“In dramas they do this much….”
“I told you to stop watching American shows. Besides, they jump into bed every chance they get.”
“Is that so…? Hup—! Sunbae…?”
She looked so cute all dazed and wet that I found myself stroking her cock without thinking. Fingertips on the zipper, I gave it a little shake and met her eyes.
“How about it—want me to pull one out right here?”
She thought for a long time, then pulled back and shook her head.
“Mmm… I really, really want to ask, but I’ll just hold it.”
“Really? Will you be okay?”
Actually, I wasn’t okay. I wanted to watch Eun-a’s face while I touched her dick and she looked ready to cum. Even now the expression of tightly holding back her heat was so erotic that my own lower half was thoroughly wet.
“Yeah. If I can’t even hold this much, how am I supposed to live daily life? It’s not like I can pull it out every time I get hard.”
Her words were so perfectly reasonable I had nothing to say. All I could do was nod, disappointed. With drooping eye corners she exhaled heatedly and went on.
“And… we haven’t even properly had sex yet, so doing it outdoors like this… is a bit much, I guess…. Sorry, sunbae.”
Ah.
Was it because my nature was so thoroughly perverted? Or had becoming her girlfriend short-circuited my brakes? Or maybe watching too much dirty stuff had wrecked my sexual ethics beyond repair. Not even realizing something this obvious. Eun-a looked at me full of apology. Like a puppy caught doing something naughty, her long lashes drooped.
Sorry, Eun-a. Your girlfriend is such a pervert.
I’m not confident, but I’ll try my best to hold back.
Still… at night somewhere empty would be fine, right…?
First let’s finish having sex properly, then think about it.