9. Watching My Childhood Friend Thrash in Ecstasy Beneath a Hulking Thug, an Irresistible Jealousy Surged Within Me (50/377)

So what was I supposed to do about it?

Truth be told, I was a little scared, but the idea of cowering before someone younger and smaller than me pissed me off. I decided to act even bolder.

I slid my arm lower around Jiyeon, stroking her arm soothingly.

"Eek! Mister!"

Jiyeon grabbed my hand—the one holding her arm—and yanked it forward, planting it right on her chest. Not satisfied, she laid her own hand over mine and squeezed tight. The soft swell of her breast pressed into my palm.

Whoa! Not bad at all.

In front of her old friend begging for affection from this beautiful woman, I was groping her tits? I felt an indescribable sense of victory. No matter how handsome you are, this girl's in my hands. That was the vibe.

Huh? What was that look in his eyes?

The pretty boy's face had twisted into pure rage, far worse than before. He was gripping his fork so hard his hand trembled. How furious was he? Veins bulged in his eyes.

His other hand crept toward the soju bottle. You... you... were you planning to start some shit right now?

Fear hit me like a truck. Sure, I was big, but I was harmless. Up until now, I'd avoided fights altogether—hell, even petty arguments. Live long, cowardly, and petty. That's me. Which is why, even with this insane power, my first target was a close female friend!

Terror gripped me. If he held a grudge against me... Fine for me, but everyone knows how misplaced affection can turn into tragedy.

Right! That was it.

I hurriedly pulled out a Casting Card <The Man Who Gets Taken From>.

Whew... Only after using the Casting Card <The Man Who Gets Taken From> on the pretty boy did I finally relax.

Even if it made me the ultimate asshole, I wouldn't let danger come my way. That's how cowards survive.

"Your glass is empty, mister."

The pretty boy held out the soju bottle toward me. I steadied my shaking heart and offered my glass.

Glug glug glug...

"Ahn! It hurts! Mister, don't squeeze so hard!"

Jiyeon coquettishly grabbed my hand. Ah! In my panic over the pretty boy's rage, I'd gripped her breast too tight.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. Just be gentle."

Jiyeon was way more polite than when we were alone. Was she signaling the pretty boy to behave by being deferential to me?

"Mi-nam's glass is empty too. Have another shot."

I poured soju into the pretty boy's glass. He silently downed it in one go.

"Whoa? Why are you pounding them back like that today?" Three shots of soju? "You can't hold your liquor."

"I'm fine. One more, please."

Jiyeon's words must've bruised his pride. He shoved his glass at me.

Yeah, drink up fast and fuck off. I still couldn't shake that rage-filled glare. Nearly pissed myself.

The pretty boy downed every shot I offered without refusal, his face screaming barely contained fury.

"Mi-nam! Mi-nam! Mister, he's done for. He's wasted."

One bottle of soju, and the pretty boy was out.

"Oops. Can't hold his liquor, huh?"

"Mi-nam can't even finish half a bottle usually. He overdid it today."

"Yeah? Then let's call it."

"Hehe. Totally."

While the pretty boy drank, Jiyeon clung to me, stroking my thigh, slyly fondling my crotch, playing around nonstop.

"Shall we head out? Where's this guy's place?"

"Ugh... Too much hassle. Just dump him at a motel."

But her eyes hinted at other plans. I hoisted the pretty boy and left the bar for the nearest motel. Got two rooms. Tuck him in, and we'd burn the night away.

"Not going home?"

"Told my folks I'm crashing at a friend's."

Jiyeon was prepared, as always.

"But mister, you're seriously strong. What do they call it? Uh... yard keeper?"

No. Strong guys are like invincible warriors or whatever...

"Come on, you rascal. Pound the lady already."

She giggled gleefully.

"Mister takes good pics, super strong, fucks like a champ... You jerk!"

Jiyeon seemed miffed she couldn't brag to Mi-nam about how good I was. Even with childhood friends, you don't boast about your boyfriend's dick skills.

The elevator dinged open. Jiyeon unlocked the room; I dumped Mi-nam on the bed.

"Mister!"

The second I set him down, Jiyeon pounced.

"Mmph!"

Her lips crashed into mine. How did such a tiny body pack this much force? She shoved me onto the bed and straddled me, showering me with kisses.

I was thrilled by this cute girl's affection assault. We made out for ages.

"Mister! I missed you so much!"

After the kiss, Jiyeon sat up on me, already unbuckling my belt.

"Wanna do it in our room?"

Her childhood friend lay blackout drunk beside us.

"Shut up! I'm busy—don't talk to me."

"Uh, okay..."

Jiyeon was a beast at night. Straight for what she wanted, no detours.

My pants were off against my will. Panties down...

"Jiyeon, hold on."

I lifted her off and sat up.

"Why!"

She pouted hard.

"Just do it here! Jiyeon's in heat!"

"Ten seconds!"

I set her down, hoisted Mi-nam. Didn't want to lift a naked, hard-cocked dude later. Sofa? Floor? Where to stash this baggage? Floor's cold, but I'm a good guy—no dumping a drunk kid there.

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I tossed Mi-nam on the room's sofa and returned to the bed.

Whoa! In that short time, Jiyeon was buck naked.

"What're you doing? Hurry up!"

"Just a sec. Gotta savor this."

I couldn't tear my eyes from her stunning body. Never got old. How could such a slender frame carry those massive tits? Heavenly craftsmanship.

"Like what you see? Am I that hot?"

Jiyeon grinned.

"So pretty my heart's pounding."

"Then~ stop wasting time and fuck me already!"

Jiyeon was relentless. I stripped off my underwear and climbed on. She lay back, legs up, ready to fuck.

"Stick it in~ please!"

She curled her tongue, full aegyo.

"Put it in Jiyeon's pussy~ please!"

Her word choice was wild, but I didn't hate it. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠obliged.

"Ngh! Mister! Mister!"

She called me urgently.

"What?"

"Pussy... my pussy's twitching. Your cock's filling me up."

Not her usual vocab.

"Why talk like that today?"

Her mischievous face demanded an answer.

"'Cause I'm not a kid anymore. Gonna talk more grown-up from now on."

"...Yeah?"

Swapping "cunt" and "dick" for "pussy" and "cock" didn't make her adult. But her proud look was cute. No need to nitpick.

"Nngh! Ah! Feels so good. Master! Master's cock is the best."

And she switched from "mister" to "master." Wanted to ask, but it'd stir the hornet's nest. Let it slide.

"Jiyeon's Master's cum dump. Fill me up with your load."

At the end of our first fuck, her words embarrassed me—but also gave an indescribable conquest rush. I pumped her full, just like she wanted.

Intense sex. She loved it; I loved it. As I stopped, she hugged me tight, panting hard for ages.

"Feel good?"

She beamed, asking like always post-sex.

"Yeah. Amazing."

"Is Jiyeon useful as Master's fucktoy?"

Uh... not done yet?

"Can't we skip that? What if someone hears?"

"So what? Does it change my life?"

Sorry. My bad. I wondered when her anger would ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fade.

"Master! Anything you wanna try? I'll do it all."

She hammered "master" with emphasis. Clearly fishing. Answering would corner me. Tonight, I'd play dumb. It reminded me of that cat girl a few days back—gave me a weird thrill.

"Just being with you is enough."

What more could I want?

"Hng? Jiyeon's scared. What if Master tosses her aside when she's useless as a fucktoy?"

She cooed, climbed on top, nestled my cock between her tits, and started servicing diligently.

At that moment, we had no clue eyes were watching our affair.

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I truly loved someone.

She was incredibly beautiful. Not ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠just her looks. Sure, she got foul-mouthed when excited, but her heart was pure gold. Even her name was pretty. Jiyeon. How could everything about her be perfect?

I first saw Jiyeon in elementary school. From the moment I laid eyes on my classmate, I was smitten. Sadly, she barely noticed me—didn't even know my name.

I wanted to get close, but my shyness kept me orbiting her.

Luckily, we went to the same middle school. After tons of effort, we became friends. Over time, we grew closer, eventually besties.

Not quite how I dreamed, though. She saw me as a friend, never a guy.

Maybe that's what I wanted deep down. Jiyeon hated men. All guys were gross and filthy, she'd say.

Her massive tits were why. From childhood, lecherous stares made her cry. Adults, kids—no difference. Even teachers.

I got it completely.

"You're the only one who doesn't look at me weird."

That's probably why we bonded. She figured the world saw her as tits on legs—except her dad and me.

We joked around freely, hung out on weekends, but passing men's sleazy glances hardened her face.

"So gross... Why are all men like that?"

Her complaints drowned me in guilt. My eyes wandered to her chest sometimes too.

So I tried harder. I won't be one of those creeps she hates. No dirty pics, no porn flicks.

If she found out, I'd join the gross horde. Better stay unmanly in her eyes.

Sure, I wanted kisses and hugs, but for her sake, I suppressed those base urges.