A Handjob Alone Isn't Enough
Even after I left the school gates, Iseol noona’s seductive scent still seemed to cling to the tip of my nose.
I joined the two girls waiting for me at the gate and smiled under the warm afternoon sunlight pouring down over us.
After sex, the world looked beautiful.
Despite how fiercely we had gone at it, my body wasn’t tired in the slightest. My mind was as clear as the sunlight itself.
Am I the type who gets healthier from sex?
“You’re late. What were you doing?”
Chaerin, walking pressed right up against my side, frowned and asked.
Subin only watched me with worried eyes from beside her.
“It was nothing.”
I brushed it off casually.
Telling my twin sister and childhood friend that I had just had sex with our homeroom teacher felt a little much.
Once we left the academy grounds, the streets began to fill with life.
It was already past dismissal, so most of the university students had cleared out from around the academy. The people packing the streets now weren’t academy girls but ordinary women.
I glanced around, looking for pretty faces, and suddenly realized—
…Everyone is ridiculously beautiful.
It was true.
The average looks of the women walking the streets were on a completely different level from the Earth I knew. There were a few ordinary faces mixed in, of course, but most of them had the kind of beauty you would believe if someone said they were magazine models.
Their figures were even more so.
Breasts the perfect size to grab, slim waists, and asses made for pounding overflowed on every sidewalk—proof of how carefully every one of them maintained themselves. Their clothes only amplified that beauty: tight dresses that hugged every curve, miniskirts that barely covered their thighs, tops cut deep enough to show cleavage.
By the standards of my previous life it would have looked vulgarly sexy, but here it was just ordinary streetwear.
Pretty women were the only ones who got to marry and have kids, so naturally only the pretty genes survived. Once I thought of it that way, this unrealistically arousing scenery made a little more sense.
There could only be one reason the women of this world dressed themselves this sexily.
To seduce men.
Thinking that made me suddenly conscious of the two girls walking beside me.
“So why do you two dress so plainly?”
Chaerin looked at me like I had lost my mind.
“What are you talking about? How is this plain?”
“Compared to the other girls, you’re a little understated.”
Chaerin and Subin’s outfits were neat and proper. Their figures alone made them attractive enough, but next to the blatant exposure of the other women they looked modest.
“Why should I have to show my body off like the other girls?”
“Don’t guys usually like that?”
“What does it matter if other guys like it?”
Chaerin turned her head away with a sulky snap. The way she did it looked exactly like a cat that only flicks its tail for its owner, and I couldn’t help smiling.
“What about you, Subin?”
“I-I’m the same as Chaerin… There’s just… no one I particularly want to show myself to…”
Subin’s voice shrank into a mumble, but the meaning was clear enough. Both of them were thinking the same thing: there was no need to look good for any man who wasn’t me.
Thinking of Subin brought back the word I had heard in the infirmary—HSDD. Subin seemed to have that condition.
I almost asked, but Chaerin was right there, so it felt awkward. From the way Subin had reacted during the physical exam, she clearly hated the fact that she had HSDD.
Before long we reached our familiar neighborhood and stopped in front of Subin’s house.
“See you tomorrow, then.”
“Yeah. Sihyuk, let’s walk to school together again tomorrow.”
Subin said it with a shy smile. I nodded, and she kept glancing back over her shoulder as she went inside, looking reluctant to leave.
The moment we stepped into the house, the familiar air wrapped around us.
I headed straight for the bathroom and showered. Washing away Iseol noona’s scent and the smell of semen made the fact that it was just Chaerin and me again feel real.
When I came out, Chaerin was lying on the mattress staring straight at me. Her expression said she had something to say, but she didn’t open her mouth first.
Come to think of it, earlier when we took the student ID photo she said she’d take care of my sexual processing at home.
I remembered her looking at my erection and promising to handle it once we got back. Even after two rounds of intense sex with Iseol noona, my cock was still rock-hard. I had no idea how the original owner of this body had been managing his libido. Had he met so many women that his phone never stopped ringing?
While I debated what kind of sexual processing to ask for, I lay down on the mattress beside Chaerin.
A blowjob? A handjob? Paizuri?
I glanced at her sideways.
“…What are you looking at?”
When our eyes met, Chaerin turned her back to me as if she was too embarrassed to face me. That left me with a perfect view of her from behind. She lay with her back to me, looking at her phone. The blanket was only draped lightly over her legs, so her figure was completely visible.
The dolphin shorts she had thrown on for comfort at home clung to the round curve of her ass. She must have pulled them up high, because the soft undercurve of her cheeks peeked out just enough to make me want to slide my hand inside.
I wanted to put my hand right there.
Having had sex a few times already, my thoughts had gotten a little bolder.
When I lifted my gaze, the thin white T-shirt clearly showed the pink shoulder straps of her bra.
I silently moved in behind her. Without hesitation I wrapped my arms around her from behind and filled both hands with her breasts.
“Ah…?”
Chaerin’s shoulders flinched in surprise.
The breasts that filled my palms had a completely different feel from Iseol noona’s. Where Iseol noona’s breasts—kept firm by exercise—had a springy elasticity, Chaerin’s were less bouncy but softer and more yielding. If someone asked me which I preferred, I wouldn’t be able to answer. Both were top-tier tits I wanted to fondle every day.
“Sexual processing. Do it now.”
My sudden whisper against her ear made her body jolt reflexively.
“…Hey. You can just say it normally. Why whisper it in my ear?”
She sounded annoyed, but I clearly saw her ears flush bright red. The way she desperately tried not to look happy was adorable.
“I’m too lazy to get up. Just do it with your hands while we lie here.”
At that, Chaerin reluctantly turned back over to face me. The moment she saw my cock—already free of my underwear—she sucked in a sharp breath. It had been hard ever since I started groping her chest, twitching as if it wanted to bury itself in a pussy right that second.
“…It’s still huge no matter how many times I look.”
Chaerin muttered under her breath. She reached out with both hands and carefully wrapped them around my cock. Lying down limited how freely she could move her arms, so her handjob looked clumsy and beginner-like all over again. Still, it was insanely hot knowing it was my pretty twin sister’s hands and not my own.
While she stroked me, I slipped my hand under her top. I deliberately dragged my palm slowly up her soft skin. I didn’t stop there—I slid under her bra and filled my hand with her pliant breast, then flicked the swollen nipple with my fingertip.
“Hey, why are you touching my nipples again?”
I pinched.
“Nnh….”
A moan slipped from her lips.
“Have your breasts always been this sensitive?”
“I’m not sensitive, okay?! I’m the same as everyone else…!”
“Hmm, really? Then how do you masturbate? With your chest? Or with your pussy?”
“Why would you ask something like that, you pervert!”
“I heard about estrus sickness at the infirmary. You get it if you don’t masturbate, right?”
“…….”
“During the physical today—did a lot of love juice come out?”
My relentless, explicit questions left Chaerin answering in a mix of moans and irritated snaps.
“Barely any came out…!”
Barely any, my ass. My hand had gotten soaked earlier.
I smiled, finding her cute, and stimulated her nipples harder. The dirty talk heated the atmosphere further.
“Hnn… ah! Ahn!”
Every time I flicked her nipples her hips jerked, and she couldn’t hold out long—she bit her lip hard. While still giving me a handjob, Chaerin buried half her face in the pillow and came for the first time.
“Hnnn….”
The way she hid her face in the pillow because she was embarrassed to meet my eyes while climaxing was so lovable.
But I still hadn’t finished.
“Keep going.”
My calm order made Chaerin, still panting from her orgasm, grab my cock again. She started moving her hand, already slick with precum. I kept fondling her breasts the whole time. When I pinched and tugged on her thoroughly swollen nipples she let out a sharp “Hiiik…!”
Only after Chaerin came a second time, violently, did I finally lose control and spill my load.
Spurt! Spurt!
“Ah…!”
Chaerin snapped back to her senses too late and tried to cover the head of my cock with her palm. There was simply too much semen, and because we were lying down it splattered all over her clothes as well.
A moment later her slender white fingers brushed over my urethra, carefully wiping away every last drop.
Still, ending it like this felt a little unsatisfying.
I could give Chaerin some sexual processing too, couldn’t I?