She Didn't Know What a Cock Was #1
She Didn't Know What a Cock Was #1
To Tae-i, Ji-yoon was one of a kind. At first, Tae-i had thought Ji-yoon was just a woman with a pretty face.
'Hello Tae-i, I was just looking for you, so this works out well.'
Those were her first words. It was questionable that she expressed interest at their first meeting, but it wasn't as if there hadn't been women who thought Tae-i was cool before, so Tae-i didn't think it was strange.
'Oh, come on, there are so many kinds of friends, why wouldn't I have friends in the world? For example, there are 'sex friends' too.'
At most, Tae-i thought it was trivial admiration or that she wanted a connection, but this bitch had sexual desire for me. And it was a very blatant and lewd gaze.
Despite looking prim and proper, she had perverted eyes, creating a significant gap. Her refusal to back down even when threatened piqued Tae-i's interest, so Tae-i just shoved her tongue in. Tae-i was curious if she was as confident as she acted.
Surprisingly, this crazy bitch rolled her tongue more aggressively than I did. I was always the aggressor, but feeling like I was being attacked for the first time, I ended up pushing her away.
But her reaction to being pushed away was a sight to behold. The student, dressed in a prim uniform, licked her lips, sucking up her saliva as if licking sauce off her fingers. As if that wasn't enough, with an expectant expression, she stared intently at me.
After that day, Tae-i thought of Ji-yoon as a crazy nymphomaniac. Though Tae-i hated to admit it, that gap was so hot that Tae-i wanted to strip her clothes off immediately. Because she maintained such a confident demeanor despite it all, Tae-i wanted to break her even more.
What Tae-i couldn't understand was the fact that Ji-yoon trusted and liked Tae-i to an unusual degree. At first, Tae-i felt it was a trick and was wary, but Tae-i felt her heart wavering more and more.
...At least, until Tae-i saw this bitch's antics.
* * *
In the [Dance] Department, while I was learning to dance, Tae-i burst through the door.
Her expression was as if she was about to kill someone. To be honest, I was scared shitless.
"If you don't want to die, follow me."
If I follow her, I feel like I'll die. Perhaps she'll dismember my bones and flesh?
"J-Ji-yoon, what are you going to do with her?!"
'Unni, your voice is trembling..'
Whatever the case, I had no choice but to step forward. I was the only one who could stop Tae-i here.
"Unni, I'm fine. Actually, I'm close with Tae-i, so nothing bad will happen if I go with her."
"R-Really?"
"Huh."
Tae-i scoffed. She looked utterly dumbfounded.
Honestly, I don't know why she's acting like this. I haven't really done anything to provoke Tae-i. No matter how I look at it, this is a conspiracy. ...I want to suck a woman's pubes. *Slurp.*
Following her, we arrived at a quiet, deserted staircase, where even a small voice would echo, a gloomy place where a ghost might appear.
*Thud!* The door slammed shut. The sound echoed for about two seconds. The emergency exit light came on.
Tae-i's firm hand grabbed my hair.
"Aargh! Why are you suddenly doing this?!"
She held my hair and went down the stairs. To avoid pain, I had no choice but to follow as best I could. I divided my steps and walked as if tap-dancing. No matter how angry she was, physical hair loss was too much.
"Why! Tell me why!!"
"Don't you know best?"
"I don't know, save me!"
"...This fucking bitch?"
My scalp was pulled back so hard that it was hard to open my eyes properly. She spewed thick curses at me and pulled out her phone from her pocket. Her fingers moved a few times. She seemed to be looking for a photo in her album.
"Look closely. What kind of photo does this look like to you?"
"...Huh?"
The photo she showed me was... me in the bathroom touching Ha-yoon's pussy.
"I thought you were just a kid, so I didn't think much of it, but you were doing such cute things behind my back, huh? And despite that, you were hitting on me?"
"H-Haha.."
'When the hell was this taken?!'
My strategy was disrupted. No, forgetting the strategy, the atmosphere felt like I was about to be murdered.
"A-Are you angry?"
"I can just kill you, so what's there to be angry about?"
I understand her anger, but even so, this reaction is too much. Although we kissed and I sucked her pussy, didn't she herself say that our relationship was less than friends? To oppress someone after that, isn't that crossing the line?
At first, I was scared, but the more I thought about it, the more dumbfounded I became. This must be what they call 'gradient anger'.
"Hey, I can touch a pussy, can't I?!"
"What, you motherfucker?!"
Tae-i twisted my arm.
"Aargh! I'm sorry!!"
The gradient scattered like air.
"H-Perhaps, if you want something naughty, I can serve you as much as... *Cough!!!*"
I got a really strong punch to the gut. My insides churned, and I couldn't speak. It felt like I had lost my ability to speak.
Tae-i stared coldly at me, who had fallen clutching my stomach, for a moment. Soon after, with a screeching sound like fingernails on a chalkboard, the emergency door opened.
I thought I'd be beaten to within an inch of my life, but it seemed she only hit me once before leaving. It was in contrast to how she had slapped me indiscriminately in the 1-hoecha. With my last remaining strength, I opened my mouth.
"...Dorakshi Maeul, 78th Street, semi-basement room. It's my home address that nobody knows. If you're interested, come find me, I'll treat you well."
"...You really are a dog-like bitch."
With a clunk, the door closed. Perhaps because no one was moving, the light went out. Deep darkness descended.
'My dick is up now... Tae-i's pussy was delicious though.'
For now, I guess I'll have to be satisfied with not being murdered.
* * *
The next day, I sat down with Ha-yoon, and felt a gaze. Tae-i's cold gaze..
Recently, Tae-i, who always sat next to me, sat far away. Even our classmates seemed subtly bothered, whispering as they looked at us. They were probably talking about our discord. ...Correct.
"Heung♡"
Actually, Tae-i moving away wasn't entirely bad. Thanks to her absence, I could knead Ha-yoon's pussy like glutinous rice cake. Since things have come to this, I might as well pound some rice cake every break time.
"Ha-yoon, do you like Garaetteok or Injeolmi?"
"J-Ji-yoon, I like everything you give me, everything!"
Ha-yoon let rice cake powder fall from her lower mouth. I wanted to lower my head and suck it up right away, but there were too many eyes watching. It's a shame, but I guess I'll have to let it ferment like Sulteok. That's a delicacy in its own way, so I had no complaints.
"Do you like it here? Or here?"
"There too.. there too.. I like it allll♡"
"What are you doing?"
"?!!"
The owner of the voice was Cho-yul. She took the seat next to me.
"Haha.. Hello.."
I quickly took my hand off Ha-yoon's pussy and opened my textbook. It didn't really matter whether I opened it or not, but I had no choice if I wanted to hide the awkwardness.
"By the way.. did it go in well that day?"
"...The fluid got all over my slipper, and I thought I'd die trying to clean it up."
"..."
"..."
The semen seemed to have dried up. Due to its sticky viscosity, cleaning it wouldn't have been easy.
I was curious why she sat next to me. ...In the gymnasium storage, her leg job was amazing, and the way she suddenly pounced on me, could it be that she's interested in me?
"Are you going to run away again?"
"...You shouldn't run away either."
"..Hehet."
"..Pfft."
As I spoke, I burst out laughing. Thinking about it, I too had tried to run away from the gymnasium storage. It wasn't as if I was entirely blameless. More importantly, isn't what happens next the most important thing?
"?!!"
Cho-yul also seemed to have a similar thought, as she closed the distance and pressed her thigh against mine. Her firm, bare thigh made me feel a strange warmth.
"Ah.. Ugh.. amazing.."
"Ji-yoon."
Ha-yoon pinched my elbow. It wasn't just a pinch, she pinched me with her fingernails, so I felt pain.
"..."
From afar, I felt Tae-i's gaze. Unlike yesterday, when she was full of rage, her expression was confused. Roughly, I could sense anger and bewilderment. ......Jealousy?
"Do you have anything to do after school today, right?"
After school, she seemed to be asking if I had time. For some reason, Ha-yoon's cheeks puffed up like a hamster's.
"Sorry, I have a prior engagement with Ha-yoon today."
Ha-yoon nodded.
"Then, instead, please help me with my department training."
"Department training? ...Well, if I have time, anything."
Although my relationship with Tae-i had collapsed, it seemed I had gotten closer to Cho-yul, so it didn't feel entirely like the worst. ...Can I touch her thigh?
Pretending not to know, I placed my hand. Cho-yul flinched for a moment, but didn't seem to have any intention of stopping me.
The first period class began.
In the classroom, the teacher's voice from the podium and the sound of writing, like paper absorbing ink, could be heard. Overall, it was very quiet. The lazy morning sunlight brushed my toes. As if soothing a baby, I tapped Cho-yul's thigh with a quiet rhythm.
I stroked her curved thigh as if sweeping a yard. It wasn't dust, but warmth that was swept away. It was the vivid temperature of her skin.
"Hmph.. You crazy dog."
I don't know what she said, but I'll take it as a compliment. With the intention of gauging its thickness, I grabbed a full hand-span of flesh. Surprisingly, I couldn't even grasp a quarter of it. The flesh that escaped bulged over my fingernails.
It seemed I had caused a slight commotion. Some students turned their heads and looked at Cho-yul and me. Well, even then, if our eyes met, they would turn their heads away, pretending to look at their watches.
I gained courage. At this rate, I felt I could act even bolder. I slipped my thumb inside Cho-yul's pants.
"Kkeut... What are you doing?!"
"...Are you going to run away?"
"!!"
"Just bear with it a little."
Into the hand-span wide waistband of her pants, I inserted my hand. A moist, sticky sensation greeted my palm.
I found the mound. As I recalled, it was a healthy, salty pussy. Time was on my side. Slowly, as if rolling a ball, I delicately rolled my finger.
Cho-yul tightly grabbed my arm. Surely, she hadn't expected this during class. I felt her thighs clenching her crotch. My dick happily raised its head. Cho-yul also seemed to notice my tent, and her face turned bright red.
Like an earthworm digging into soil, my long middle finger burrowed into Cho-yul's pussy. Her pussy squeezed tightly. It felt like my finger was getting acupressure. If even just a middle finger could be squeezed like this, I wondered what it would feel like for a dick.
'Just wait.. I'll definitely ram my dick into you.'
A secret and vibrant hole that no one else was allowed to enter. No, that's not right, Cho-yul's hole isn't just a hole, it's a *gu-nyeong*.
This *gu-nyeong* is a precious *gu-nyeong* that will extract my semen. And my dick is an excavator that will bore through this *gu-nyeong*. Like a bolt and a nut, our destiny is already set.
I didn't insert my finger deeply. That was to carefully protect her hymen. As a compromise, I pressed her G-spot, where the bladder is.
*Squeeze!*
Cho-yul tried to block my hand by clenching her thighs, but it was meaningless. Due to the structure of the human body, no matter how much one clenches their thighs, gaps will form.
My fingertips became moist. Carefully, I withdrew my hand. The vaginal fluid stretched like liquid glue. It was a top-grade product, exuding a strong Pheromone.
"How clumsy... I'll clean it up. *Nom.*"
"H-Ha-yoon is here too, you know..."
"Oh, come on, it's not like we're doing anything weird."
"..."
Once again, I inserted my hand. Unlike her mouth, her legs opened like automatic doors. Cho-yul's liquid glue factory seemed to have just started.
"Ung-ae, baby Ji-yoon is thirsty, I want to drink water!"
"..."
Since it was class time, she couldn't run away. Taking this opportunity, I intended to completely drain Cho-yul's pussy juice.
If by any chance her pussy dried up and her body lacked moisture, I planned to fill her belly with my semen. It's like the 69 spirit of feeding each other until full, isn't it? Could this be the Hongik-ingan spirit that our ancestors spoke of?
"You damn idiot..."
Cho-yul, who was flustered while holding my arm, was cute.