Anything for a Friend
Having sex with his own girlfriend. Since he'd been hoping for it even before I arrived, agreeing to Im Hamin's request was a foregone conclusion.
But I didn't answer right away.
I pretended to deliberate, muttering things like "This really isn't right..." for no reason.
After putting on a solo act for about ten minutes, I nodded.
"I don't know if this is the right thing to do, but... I can't just leave you suffering like this."
"...Thanks."
"No need for thanks. We're friends."
"Hyunwoo..."
Hamin's face lit up with gratitude. The look in his eyes carried a thick layer of friendship.
Im Hamin, whom I'd only ever thought of as a decent guy, was a great friend. But I didn't dislike this shady, scheming side of him either.
His words about feeling at ease once he knew I was trash struck deep in my chest. Because it meant I, too, had grown one step—no, three steps—closer to Hamin than before.
We talked about many things. Once he let his true feelings out, the sexual preferences he'd been hiding came pouring out like a flood.
I accepted all of it. As his closest friend. As his future family.
And then—
"I'll convince her today. She'll probably understand. And if it works... tomorrow, is that okay? The sooner the better..."
"Huh? Uh, yeah... Good luck. I'll be waiting."
With a relieved face and eyes full of madness and excitement, Hamin made that vow and left. His momentum was so intense that even I felt overwhelmed.
The sight of my friend walking off to ask his girlfriend to have sex with another man was more confident than any other guy in the world.
***
That night.
Since there were no booked clients, I played around with Chaerin, gave Seo Yoon-ah a massage, and came back. Past midnight, I lay naked with Haeun in my studio apartment bed, talking.
"How's the trip prep going?"
"It's still far off, so whatever. More importantly, remember that swimsuit we saw last time? I'm buying that one. You said you liked it too. If you change your mind later, you're dead."
"So you're wearing that after all? Ha... Why is the beach trip so far away? I want to see it already."
"You perv. You like it that much?"
"How could I not like my girlfriend wearing a string bikini? That wouldn't make me a man."
Ever since the Jangdam shop opened, Im Haeun had been asking every time we met if she could stay over since the place was so spacious now.
So this morning, after telling Soo-yeon to tidy up the house, I called her over. The moment I gave permission, Haeun showed up with bags upon bags of luggage, as if she were moving in.
Seeing her stuff scattered around the house... it felt like she was trying to ease into living together bit by bit. Well, that couldn't happen because of Soo-yeon.
I couldn't give up the devoted touch of that busty married woman who came to take care of me every dawn.
Haeun probably didn't have that level of domestic capability anyway.
"Want me to wear stuff like that normally too? Like an underboob top?"
"Underboob is a bit..."
"Why?"
"Because Im Haeun's tits are for my eyes only. I can't let anyone else see them."
"Hmph, but a string bikini is fine? What the hell?"
"That's for the beach. It's completely different."
"What are you even saying?"
"It means Im Haeun is mine. Come here, Haeun."
"Yeah... kiss... chuop..."
After already going at it once, we rubbed our sticky skin together and kissed. Haeun grumbled a bit, but her face stayed bright the whole time, clearly enjoying being in my bed like this.
"Haa... Can I stay over tomorrow too?"
She must have found it too disappointing to only stay one night. With a flushed face, Haeun asked for another day.
Unfortunately, tomorrow was impossible.
"Tomorrow's probably not gonna work..."
"Why not? I don't mind if you're late. I can just wait at home alone. You'll come back to sleep eventually, right?"
"No, I don't think I'll be coming back. I'm meeting Hamin tomorrow night."
"Hamin? What are you two doing? Let me come too. We can all hang out together."
"It sounds like they have something important to talk about. So we're planning to grab a drink and chat, just the two of us for once."
"...Then I guess it can't be helped."
Her face turned pouty, but she accepted it after hearing it was about helping her twin brother with his worries.
Would the day ever come when Im Haeun learned the truth? That the twin brother she'd been close with since childhood sometimes looked at her as a woman. That even while dating me, he'd felt guilty yet excited. Enough to masturbate while imagining me and Im Haeun having sex.
If she found out, even someone as family-oriented as Im Haeun would definitely be shocked.
That's probably why Hamin had such a hard time saying it. No matter how strong his netorase tendencies were, if they hadn't been enhanced, he never would've told me either. He probably would've taken it to his grave.
Ah. Should I prepare some fap material as a gift for my best friend who's so willingly offering up his girlfriend?
"Haeun. Let's take a picture."
"Again? Trying to film us having sex? You keep doing that..."
"I just want a photo of us hugging and kissing like this."
"...A kissing photo?"
"Is that not okay?"
"Who said it's not? Take it."
At the mention of a kissing photo, Haeun quickly wrapped her arms around my neck. I adjusted the phone angle and took various shots. Lips pressed together kissing. Tongues stretched out and touching. Haeun sucking on my tongue. All of them cropped to show only up to the upper chest. That much, I could allow for Hamin.
After sending those three photos to Hamin, I gave Haeun a light kiss on the lips and said, "Sorry the beach trip ended up being with Seokho's group. I should've prepared faster."
"We only started dating when summer was already here. How could we have prepared any earlier? Don't apologize for something like that."
"Is that so? Then I'm not sorry. Now that I think about it, it's more your fault anyway."
"My fault? For what?"
"If you'd fallen for me just a little sooner, we could've started trip prep earlier too. Right?"
"Pfft... Are you picking a fight?"
"No, I'm about to pounce. Hup!"
"Kyaa! Wait... Don't spread my legs like that..."
"Haeun. Should I pull on your nipples while we do it, or kiss you?"
"...Nipples this time. Do it hard."
"Okay."
—Squeeze... thrust!
"Hnnk!"
"Huu... I love you, Haeun!"
—Thrust, thrust, thrust...! Sluuurp...!
"Ahh...! Haah, ah, ah, ang...! Mmm... I love you too...! Ang♡"
Even for Hamin, I couldn't show him this lewd face and irresistibly hot body of hers during sex. But... hmm. A video of me having sex with her mom might be okay? Should we watch it together on his birthday?
While I kept worrying about my best friend and pounding into my girlfriend's sticky pussy, a reply came from Hamin.
[Hamin: Thanks]
[Hamin: You said you get off at 10 tomorrow, right? Can we meet at 11?]
"Oh?"
He succeeded!
Since we'd come this far, if it had failed I was planning to use the [Love Slave] item for Hamin's sake. But to think Lee Siha would accept this with a clear head. How did he pull it off?
***
The next day.
I'd already told Seo Yoon-ah in the morning that I had plans and couldn't give her a night massage. She looked so dejected, saying "I guess it can't be helped..." with her ears drooping like a sad puppy that it was kind of cute.
After finishing work earlier than usual, I arranged to meet Hamin at 10 and left the shop.
The meeting place wasn't a cafe or anything like that. It was a remote motel. I met Hamin, who came out to greet me nearby.
"Hey."
"...You came?"
Tension, excitement, anticipation, anxiety. My friend carried a mix of emotions that couldn't be defined by any single word.
Neither Hamin nor I could hold back any longer, so we headed straight into the motel.
"We came pretty far. Was that so no one we know would see us?"
"That too, and there aren't many motels that can fit multiple people."
"Aha."
Hamin's voice was trembling. But he was calm, considering his girlfriend was about to have sex with another man. Beneath the anxiety, an undeniable sense of anticipation showed through.
With our minds elsewhere, we chatted casually as we walked. And then—
—Click
I opened the door to the farthest room in the motel and stepped inside. There, sitting on the bed, was—
"Wow, it's been a while, hasn't it, Siha senior?"
"...It has... been a while."
Lee Siha greeted me with an anxious, furrowed face and trembling body, unable to meet my eyes.
She'd changed her look since starting the band—quite different from how I remembered her.
***
At the same time.
On a large bed, Han Jiwoo and Park Jina were rubbing their pussies together so intensely it looked like they might catch fire.
—Squelch, grind, thrust...
"Ahh, hng, mmm...♡"
"Haa... You like it when I rub your pussy?"
"I like it... Ah, hnn... Jiwoo..."
"Hehe... You cheeky girl. You're so busy, yet you're begging for this in broad daylight? You've always liked sex, but lately it's gotten worse."
"Sorry... Ang♡ I just want to be held by you... Hnn... I want to do more..."
Their bodies were drenched in sweat. Two pairs of breasts swayed. Legs intertwined like scissors. Pussies sticky with love juices.
Amid the heat of their lesbian sex, a long smile formed on Han Jiwoo's lips at Park Jina's words.
"Look at you. This won't do. If I don't keep you in check, you'll spread your legs for other girls too, won't you?"
"N-no... Aang... You know you're the only one..."
"How am I supposed to believe that when you pant like a bitch every time?"
Han Jiwoo stopped the scissoring and rose on the bed. She pushed her own pussy toward Park Jina's face. Her pink-tinged white pussy, covered in both their juices, twitched invitingly.
"See that? It's dirty because of the pussy juice you leaked while in heat."
"I see it... I'll clean it..."
"Speak properly."
"...Please let me clean Jiwoo's pussy that got dirty because of my bitch pussy..."
"That's more like it. Lick it. Clean it up."
"Yes... Haum... Lick... Slurp... Chuuup..."
"Nn...! Hnn... Yeah, you're doing good... Just like that... Ahh...!"
Han Jiwoo trembled with pleasure as Park Jina devotedly sucked and licked her folds with her tongue.
'Park Jina, this crazy bitch. Why has she been so lewd lately? I'm so busy, but she keeps making me want to fuck her.'
Park Jina had always had a pretty strong sex drive, so begging for sex wasn't rare. But recently it had gotten so bad that she demanded it the moment they met. The word "in heat" fit perfectly.
Of course, if someone asked if that was annoying, the answer was absolutely not.
'Hnn... And she's so good at eating pussy too... Cute. You're mine. Forever.'
Han Jiwoo was delighted by her girlfriend begging for sex. Even after years, Park Jina's affection and love still felt unchanged.
"Now get on all fours. I'll fuck you like a dog."
"Y-yes... Please fuck Jina's bitch pussy... like a dog...♡"
Park Jina quickly got on the bed on all fours, raising her hips high. Pleased by her well-trained girlfriend's actions, Han Jiwoo licked her lips with a smile and put on the strap-on.
—Thrust...
"Hnn...♡"
The lesbian strap-on had dildos attached to both the front and back. It penetrated Han Jiwoo's own pussy as well. Enjoying the heavy sensation of the dildo inside her, she lewdly thrust the outer dildo into Park Jina's twitching pussy.
Then she immediately started pounding her hips.
—Thrust... thrust, thrust, thrust...!
"Aah, ah, aah...!"
"Hng, haah...! You like it when Master fucks you, our puppy?!"
"I-I like it...! Haaang...!"
Han Jiwoo kept pistoning, slapping her pubic bone against her girlfriend's soft ass. Every time she moved, love juices overflowed from Park Jina's pussy, and her seductive moans were sweeter than any music.
Han Jiwoo was certain. The only woman who could satisfy this bitch-like lover was herself.
With that confidence—
—Slap, slap, slap!
"Ahh, hng, mmm♡"
"Haa...! You can't even think straight because I'm fucking you? Cry louder, Park Jina!"
—Smack!
"Aah...! Hnn... Ang, aah! Aaah♡"
She was completely immersed in the strap-on sex. But the one being fucked, Park Jina, while moaning and acting spoiled from the sex with her long-time lover, couldn't help but think to herself—
'It's... a little lacking...'
Lacking. The sex with Han Jiwoo was still pleasant and happy as always. The pleasure she gave was the same. But—
'Why did the massage I got at Jangdam feel... better...?'
The massage from Jang Hyunwoo had drowned Park Jina far deeper in waves of pleasure. His cock, thrust into her pussy for the massage, was far superior to this pathetic strap-on dildo. It had been so ecstatic she couldn't think of anything else.
'Since I'm going with Jiwoo tomorrow, I should make another appointment the day after. For a cock massage...'
After only three visits, she had realized it.