Because We're Friends...? It's Okay to Knead My Breasts, Right..?
Because we're friends...? It's okay to play with my breasts by kneading them? Right..?
Lately, Lina had been savoring every single day. She'd made a friend.
She'd been shocked when a guy she'd just met suddenly confessed to her, but thanks to her quick thinking, she'd turned it into a friendship! Failed confessions usually left things awkward between people, but she'd handled it perfectly and become friends with Leon.
Hanging out with Leon was always a blast. Sure, it was a little uncomfortable the way he always stared at her chest while they talked, but he explained it was because he had trouble making eye contact. She got that—she avoided eye contact with others too—so she figured Leon was the same.
Dad had always warned her that men were beasts and to stay on guard, which was why she'd turned down the confession. But once she saw his sincerity, she felt a twinge of guilt for being so blunt about it.
He was different from the others. He never groped her out of nowhere. He always asked politely first before laying a hand on her body.
The first time Leon asked if he could touch her breasts, she'd jumped in surprise. But he said friends did that all the time—played around by touching each other's chests. It reminded her of the girls back in school messing around like that, so she got it.
Leon loved her breasts. He sought them out constantly, anytime, anywhere. It was adorable, like a baby rooting for its mother's milk. Of course, Leon towered over her in height.
He said kneading them calmed his mind. And honestly? She felt amazing whenever he did it too. Her body would loosen up, she'd get all languid and flushed. It was embarrassing, but she'd even begged him to touch them more sometimes. Especially when his fingers grazed the tips...
Ah, today we're doing a date at a motel, just the two of us! Motels had always scared her because of the stigma, but Leon said it was fine. He wasn't like other guys—no need to worry. It made sense when he put it that way, so she'd agreed without a second thought. Still, to avoid freaking anyone out, she'd kept it secret from her parents too.
And now she felt bad for ever doubting him again.
Aigoo! She absolutely could not doubt Leon!!! Never ever ever!!!
Last time she'd talked back to him, he'd blown up in anger. He bent over backward to please her, so why was she always nitpicking over nothing? Why even be friends if she was like that? She'd burst into tears from guilt. That day, she'd let him knead her breasts however he wanted—even when he went harder than usual and it hurt. It was her fault, so she endured.
He always put her first. She didn't want to upset him.
Thanks to him, she'd mostly cured her stuttering habit too.
Ah! There's Leon!
"Leon! You got here quick. I wasn't waiting long!"
"…"
"What do you think? I wore what you suggested. Like it?"
A familiar, pleasant scent wafted over as he drew near. He always smelled amazing.
"Leon..?"
His face was ice-cold as he looked down at her. Had something ruined his day?
"Bad mood? Wanna touch my breasts?"
"…"
She took a step closer, but his expression stayed blank.
"Leon…"
"Follow me."
Suddenly, he snatched her wrist and yanked her along roughly.
"Ah!… It hurts.."
This wasn't the gentle Leon she knew. What had set him off? What had she done wrong this time? Cut her hair without telling him? Outfit not to his taste? She'd worn the skirt he suggested... Or maybe her makeup looked off today? She had no idea.
"D-did I do something wrong again..? Can't you tell me?"
"…"
She was flustered. This wasn't the Leon she knew. Tears pricked at her eyes.
"Sorry, Leon.. I'm so oblivious.. Can't you just tell me what I messed up?"
"Hey. Shut up."
"Hik!.. Y-yeah.."
"…"
He didn't say a word the whole way to the motel.
"Hey."
"Yeah.."
"We promised you wouldn't talk to anyone else. You broke it."
"Wha…?"
"Is what we have just a game to you, Lina?"
"N-no.. Th-that's…"
"Sigh.. Stuttering again?"
"Hik.."
"What happens every time you stutter?"
"G-get hit on my b-breasts…"
"Strip."
"…"
She didn't want to get hit by Leon again. It hurt. The bruises from last time were still there. But he was only doing this for her. She had to obey.
"Hurry."
At his urging, she slipped off the white blouse—the one he'd said would suit her and ordered for her. She folded it neatly and set it on the floor. Then the black bra he'd recommended, placed on top. Undressing down to her top wasn't embarrassing anymore. They were friends, after all.
Her pale breasts bore faint, lingering bruises here and there. Marks from punishments for her bad habits.
"Stuttering. Breaking promises. I'm so disappointed today."
"Sorry… But that was.."
"Excuses again? You gotta own your mistakes, Lina."
"Sorry…"
"How many hits? How many before you really repent?"
This question terrified her. But losing Leon over her screw-up scared her more.
"Three.."
"Three? That enough?"
"N-no.. Five.. I'll take five.."
"Ignoring me and breaking promises worth just that?"
"Sniff.. No… Ten.."
"…"
His stare screamed doubt, no words, just boring into her.
"…"
The silence made her fidget—he must be pissed.
"…"
She cracked first.
"Fifteen! Fifteen should do it.."
Only then did Leon smirk. She sighed inwardly in relief.
"Alright. You're really sorry, huh. But your body's precious too, so ten it is."
"Yeah.. Thanks.."
His kind words after all that scariness just made her feel worse. If she hadn't screwed up, none of this would've happened.
"Then... here it comes?"
His hand rose, slapping down on her left breast.
Smack!
"Kyaa!.. Ugh…"
A vivid red handprint bloomed.
"Count 'em. Start from one?"
"No.. O-one…"
"Good girl."
Hand up again...
Smack! This time on the right.
"Two, twwo..!"
The punishment continued. Lina gritted her teeth and endured until ten. Her legs nearly buckled midway, trembling, but she held on.
The sessions had started at one hit and kept growing.
It's all because I keep messing up like an idiot…
I'll be more careful next time.
As she wiped her tears and steadied herself, Leon hugged her from behind.
"Lina. That hurt a lot, didn't it?"
"Ung…"
"Hitting you breaks my heart too. You know it's not 'cause I want to, right?"
"Yeah.. I know.. It's all my fault…"
"It's fine. Just don't let it happen again."
His hand slid over her breasts, caressing gently. As expected, Leon was so kind. The strokes on the sore spots soon turned lewd, kneading her flesh, drifting toward the tips.
"Hng…"
His fingers brushed her nipple, and a moan slipped out naturally.
"By the way, you keeping up with self-development?"
"Huu.. Y-yeah.. Every day…"
Self-development meant playing with her breasts alone at home. Especially the nipples.
"Good job. Breasts are your best feature, Lina. Develop 'em right, and you'll be popular."
He focused on tickling her nipples as he spoke.
"Hng…"
Index finger circling the bud, then light flicks like snapping. Scratching the tip with his fingertips. Then pinching and twisting between thumb and forefinger.
"Hng..! Hn! Haa.. Ha…"
Her body jerked with every motion. Way better than doing it solo. She could feel herself getting soaked down there.
Leon said it was a natural reaction to liking someone.
He whispered in her ear.
"You know everyone else trying to get close to you is bad news, right?"
"Yeah.. I know…"
"They ignored you when you were lonely. Now they just wanna use you."
"So I shouldn't talk to anyone unless you say it's okay?"
"Yeah… Got it…"
Satisfied with her answer, he nodded. Then pinched her nipple hard and yanked.
"Go!"
"Hii! C-coming..! Lina's cumming..!"
The built-up pleasure exploded. She shouted the line he'd taught her. Cumming felt so good.. Her legs wobbled, and a fresh gush soaked her even more. Panties were drenched for sure.
"Pfft. Good girl. Did great."
His hand ruffled her hair affectionately. As she swayed, spent from punishment and climax, he guided her to the bed. Whatever—he was grinning ear to ear, clearly thrilled.
His happiness made her happy too.
"Hehe.. Hee…"
Lina giggled along with him.