More Than Friends, Less Than Lovers
"Haaaah, oppaaa! It's hot! So much of it's pouring in, it's hot! Aaaaaah!"
Heo Myangmyang thrashed, arms and legs flailing, as her small belly took in a flood of semen. Kim Taeyoung held her tight and stayed like that for several dozen seconds. She was still drifting in the afterglow of sex and orgasm, squirming against him, and only once her head began to clear did she realize his sternum was crushing her face. She could barely breathe.
"Mmph. Oppa, I can't—I can't breathe."
"Haha. Sorry. Better now?"
He loosened his arms just enough to give her room for air.
"So. How was your first time?"
He glanced down as he asked. Still joined to him, his cock buried inside her, Heo Myangmyang looked up and answered.
"I don't know.... All I remember is that it was enormous. And—ngh.... It's starting to hurt again."
As the pleasure ebbed, the pain lifted its head. An extreme, oversized cock had forced its way into a narrow pussy. The ache was going to stay with her for a while.
"You said you had painkillers, right? You should take some. A hymen's flesh too. When it tears, it hurts."
"Ngh, okay.... But, oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Are we dating now?"
Haha. An awkward laugh slipped out of him. An opening had presented itself, and he'd devoured a virgin in a rush. He hadn't thought as far as the aftermath. He turned it over for a moment.
"We are lovers, aren't we?"
"R-really?"
"Only for today."
"What...?"
"Minji. I'm sorry. Oppa's a terrible playboy. Date me and you might be happy for a little while, but later you'll suffer. Badly. I've got a lot of women."
"O-oppa...."
Heo Myangmyang's face crumpled. She looked ready to cry at any second. Kim Taeyoung hurried on.
"Instead, until you find a proper man to date, I'll play the stand-in boyfriend. Until then, you can think of me as your boyfriend. I think that's best for both of us. What do you think?"
"I don't understand what you're saying...."
She said it like someone wounded. His logic wouldn't settle in her head. If you were dating, you were dating. If you weren't, you weren't. What was a stand-in boyfriend supposed to be?
"You know the phrase more than friends, less than lovers?"
"Yes...."
"That's the kind of relationship I mean. We don't tie each other down, but there's affection in it. And the moment you get a boyfriend, we can end it."
For Heo Myangmyang, who had never dated anyone in her life, the words were far too difficult. Was this that fuck-them-and-dump-them thing? No. It felt a little different. Then was it a sex-friend arrangement? She was going to end up with a sex friend before she'd ever even had a boyfriend. Something had gone wrong.
"I need.... a little time to think."
"Sure. Take it. I can wait as long as you want."
She put off her answer. The hurt stung. She had been tasting the greatest happiness on earth only moments ago, and that made the loneliness cut all the deeper. Still, it was a mercy that her liking for Kim Taeyoung wasn't so deep. If she had heard this after falling hard for him, tears might not have been the end of it.
"Nngh!"
He rose off her body. Pulling his softened cock out of her sent a sharp pain through her, and her face twisted.
"Hurts a lot? Want me to get the painkillers?"
"Y-yes.... They're in the second drawer of the TV cabinet. Open the first-aid kit and there should be Tylenol."
"Got it. I'll be right back."
He pressed a light peck to her cheek and got up. Heo Myangmyang rubbed the spot his lips had touched with her palm. That was something you did with a lover. So was sex. And yet, after doing all of this, he wanted them to stay more than friends and less than lovers. To a woman who had never dated, Kim Taeyoung had become even harder to understand.
"Hm?"
He gave his cock a rough wipe with a tissue, pulled his clothes on, and took hold of the doorknob. The door was open. Right in front of it, some unidentified fluid sat in a puddle. There were signs someone had wiped at it in a hurry, but they couldn't fool Kim Taeyoung's eyes.
This is...
He set a hand to the floor and touched the unknown liquid. Not water. Water didn't smell this sweet, and it certainly didn't come loaded with the thick scent of female heat.
Well. This is getting interesting.
He could use it. Pure, doll-faced Heo Myangmyang, asking after a single round of sex whether they were lovers now. And Song Jihye, looking at that same girl with feelings that went past roommate. Played right, Myangmyang might come through without getting hurt, and things with Song Jihye might turn out well too.
"Hah—hahk!"
He walked up to the tigress's door. From inside came a moan someone was trying to smother. He quietly pressed the handle. She wasn't a complete fool. The door was locked. Not that it mattered. An electronic lock might have stopped him. The latch on a doorknob opened with a single chopstick.
He fetched chopsticks from the kitchen and popped the lock. When he threw the door wide, Song Jihye was masturbating with a dildo, and she stared at him in shock. In the next instant she yanked the toy out of her pussy and scrambled to her feet.
"You son of a bitch! Get out, now! This is sexual assault!"
Even like this, Song Jihye held her head high. Or perhaps she was only acting tough to hide the shame. She shouted, threatening him.
"Shh. Don't yell. What are you going to do if your unni hears? And if she sees you like this, what's your excuse going to be? She catches you peeping on people having sex, getting so worked up you have to touch yourself—what do you think she'll make of that?"
"H-how do you know that...."
At his words, Song Jihye's voice shrank. She had been caught masturbating once before. The air afterward had been unbearably awkward, awful. Since then they had both pretended it never happened and buried it. She had no desire to recreate that atmosphere.
This time the stakes were higher. If Kim Taeyoung ran his mouth the wrong way, she would be branded a pervert far worse than last time. Being remembered that way by Heo Myangmyang was, to Song Jihye, worse than death.
"Doesn't matter how I know. Song Jihye. You love Minji, don't you? Not the way a close little sister loves her unni. Romantically."
Song Jihye drew a long breath. It was the face of someone whose secret had just been caught.
"Ah, don't get the wrong idea. I'm not trying to blackmail you with this. I'm trying to help you."
"What...? You're going to help me...? Why?"
She growled. What a beast of a woman.
"Minji just confessed to me."
"W-what did you say...?"
Song Jihye felt the sky collapsing. Why? Why confess to a man like this? Because he had money? He wasn't even handsome, and his height was ordinary. There wasn't a shred of manliness about him. So why?
"But I turned her down."
"Huh...?"
At his words, hope seemed to glimmer again. It pissed her off that this anchovy of a man had refused Heo Myangmyang's confession. Who did he think he was, rejecting her? But that refusal had given her hope again. She knew it would never come true anyway. Even so, Myangmyang having someone and having no one were very different matters.
"Minji looked pretty crushed. So I was thinking—it'd be good if you comforted her from beside her. Tell her that keeping a sex-friend thing with me, more than friends and less than lovers, would be better for her than actually dating me."
"Ha. You think I'm going to listen to you?"
"Yeah. You'd better. Then you can have a good relationship with Minji too. I don't know about dating. A physical relationship, though—you could have that. Same as me."
Song Jihye swallowed hard. She had just confirmed that Kim Taeyoung was a rotten bastard, a man who couldn't be trusted. But the things coming out of his mouth were unbearably sweet. She could become that kind of something with Heo Myangmyang? For a woman who had lived with her and never managed anything beyond her hands, it was far too sweet a temptation.
"H-how...?"
"First, soothe Minji the way I told you. Do that, and the next time we have sex, I'll call you in. Persuading Minji is on me. Understand?"
"And how am I supposed to trust that?"
"That's up to you. Figure it out. I've got painkillers to bring her. I'm off."
Friday afternoon. In the internet-broadcast world, Friday and Saturday afternoons were called the golden hours, the stretch when viewers were thickest. That was why big shows, as a rule, kicked off around eight in the evening on Friday or Saturday.
The Excel Broadcast hosted by Seed, a BJ of fifteen years, was no exception. His regular shows ran Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday. But when he had content that could reliably haul in floating viewers, he went live on Friday afternoon too. Today was one of those days.
This was not his usual crew. It was an Excel Broadcast gathering KoreaTV's all-time top female cams. Ten camgirls from the Million Club were on the bill, [BJ] Hwayeon S2 among them. Today's broadcast was obviously going to be one for the ages.
Provided the camgirls didn't start swinging at one another before they went live.
"They said they only gathered the all-time female cams, and a has-been showed up too?"
A battle of pride. If you could even call it that. From the very first jab, the words were already begging for a fist.
Seed's broadcasts happened in his own studio. Fifteen years as a BJ had earned him enough to buy a building dedicated to Excel Broadcasts—three stories, no less. The first floor was the waiting area, the second the Excel studio, and the third his personal broadcast studio plus a space for drinking.
They used the whole first floor as a greenroom, but they couldn't hand a private waiting room to each of ten women. So they left it open. Which meant the camgirls colliding was inevitable.
"Hmph. You never even floated high enough to qualify as a has-been. You sure run your mouth, shameless as anything. Ever crack two million?"
"Fuck! What's a bitch who makes her money with her legs open got to say?"
"And who here doesn't do Meal Dates? You keep your legs primly shut while you work the room? That's impressive. How'd you sell nothing but the smell and never serve the meal? If there's a secret, share it, kid."
Fights of that flavor broke out all over. Ordinary rookies, or girls who hadn't put in the years, rarely had cause to brawl. No history. And even if they did, Seed's manager could shut it down.
But the women gathered today were top-tier camgirls with at least seven years apiece. Long careers, and plenty of Moon Balloons between them. There was no controlling that. Not even if Seed himself, the owner of the broadcast, walked in.
"Ahem. Hey. Girls. Don't fight. You ought to get along."
"Stay out of it, oppa. Or are you taking my side? Or hers?"
"Mmm. All right. I'll stay out. Still—it's a broadcast, so no marks on the face, okay?"
Seed declared surrender. The camgirls went on hurling sharpened words at one another. Hwayeon was no exception.
"Been a while, unni. You been well?"
"I've been just fine. Can't say the same for you."
Today's opponent was EDohee❤. Their rivalry had long since hardened into a title of its own.