Grabbing Her Weakness
Under the dim light of my studio apartment, what came into view was Eunha's bare skin—something I'd only ever imagined.
Of course, I'd seen Eunha's bare skin before, but the Eunha I was looking at now... this was my childhood friend's bare skin.
Yeah. The skin of the girl who'd grown up with me, watched movies with me, and linked arms with me as we walked...
Her skin was so pale it was almost ghostly white.
Every breath she took made those two full, luscious breasts of hers jiggle heavily before my eyes.
"Haa... ha..."
Eunha had her eyes squeezed shut, her trembling lips parting to let out hot breaths.
Her face was flushed beet red, on the verge of bursting from a mix of shame, fear, and some inexplicable, feverish heat.
"E-Eunha. You're..."
"Touch me. Hurry."
It was an order, but her voice was shaking.
No. I have to hold back. Dojin, if you lose control now...
My rational mind was blaring alarms, telling me to dress her back up and turn away immediately.
But...
Gulp.
The sound of me—or maybe her—swallowing dryly rang unnaturally loud and clear in my ears.
I couldn't tear my eyes away.
Honestly, what guy could resist this instinct?
As if entranced, I slowly extended my trembling right hand.
And finally, my large palm settled onto the white, soft flesh of Eunha's breast.
Thud.
"Hngh...!"
The moment my hand made contact, a muffled moan burst from between her lips.
Her shoulders jerked back sharply.
To be honest, the sensation transmitted through my palm was... less arousing and more wondrous.
Like gripping a water balloon stuffed full to the bursting point—what would that feel like?
Soft yet with a heavy, resilient bounce.
An overwhelming fullness pressing between my fingers.
"So... amazing."
I let out a ragged breath without realizing it, slowly tightening my grip.
I cupped the underside of her breast, kneading the soft flesh with my thumb and forefinger.
Squish, squelch.
Skin sliding against skin produced faint friction sounds.
Eunha's body heat was unnaturally scorching.
Heat radiated from where my palm touched, infecting me like a fever.
"Ahh... a, ngh... Do-Dojin... hng..."
Eunha started covering her own mouth, leaking soft moans.
"You're... so damn cute right now."
"D-don't tease meee..."
She glared up at me with teary eyes full of resentment, yet she leaned in further, thrusting her chest toward me.
I obsessively kneaded the flesh around her areola, deliberately avoiding the stiff peak rising boldly at the center.
The last shred of my conscience, I suppose?
Touching that spot felt like crossing an irreversible river.
But then...
Slide.
Eunha's small hand suddenly covered the back of mine as it worked her breast.
"Wha...?"
As I froze in confusion, she shot me a reproachful look.
Then she forcibly dragged my fingers over her breast, pressing them right onto her erect nipple.
"Ah..."
The texture at my fingertips. Eunha clamped her mouth shut again, whimpering.
"T-touch it... hngh, I said you could touch everything, clothes off and allll..."
I immediately pinched her swollen nipple between thumb and forefinger, twisting it.
"Ah, it hurts...! Dojin aaah...!"
Every flick, roll, or gentle tug of her nipple drew sweet, breathless cries from her lips.
"Haa... Eunha. How's it feel? You okay?"
I panted roughly, my voice thick and husky as I asked.
Eunha had already crossed her limit.
Her dazed eyes wandered unfocused through the air, and clear saliva dribbled from her half-open lips, wetting her chin.
"Haa... hnggh... Dojin... sorry, I should be the one apologizing..."
Drool trickled down as she let out a pained whine.
"Until now... hng... I didn't notice your feelings at all... ngh, you're mad at me 'cause it hurts, right...? Sorry, it's all my faulttt..."
Eunha tearfully apologized to me.
The sight doused the raging fire inside me with cold water.
Lee Dojin, you lunatic. What the hell are you doing?
My senses snapped back. This wasn't what I wanted.
I wanted Eunha to see me as a man, for us to confirm our love and come together naturally.
Not this—tormenting her insecurities, however you phrased it. That wasn't my goal.
Slap.
I yanked my hand away from her breast in shock.
"...Huh?"
The moment I stopped, Eunha blinked in wide confusion.
Her still-exposed nipples quivered in the air.
"Why... why stop...? Did I do something wrong? You can touch more..."
"No. This is really not okay. Let's stop, Eunha."
I rubbed my face dry and let out a deep sigh.
Her eyes, which had been scanning my reaction, drifted down to my lower body.
Eunha's gaze lingered there.
Of course... how could I not be hard in this situation?
Her expression shifted bizarrely the instant she confirmed it.
The puppy-like look vanished.
In its place spread a sultry smile, laced with relief and a strange sense of superiority—like she'd seized a surefire weakness.
"Aha...♡"
Eunha let out a soft, moan-like chuckle through her nose.
Slide.
Her hand reached unhesitatingly for my lower body.
"...!"
The sound of my pants coming down, and my cock springing free, straining against my underwear.
"W-wait a sec! Eunha!"
Ignoring me, she tugged my underwear down too.
"...!"
Her eyes widened. The leisurely smile turned to shock in an instant.
Her mouth gaped open, flapping wordlessly like a fish.
"Why... why is it so big...?"
I felt my face heat up as I scratched my cheek awkwardly.
The situation was spiraling too weirdly.
"L-look, Eunha. Put your clothes back on. We don't need to go this far. I'm really not mad. I'll just head out."
I fumbled to pull my pants up, but she shook her head fiercely and slapped my hand away.
"N-no! I'll do it... I can do it for you..."
Like handling a precious treasure, she extended her trembling hands and carefully wrapped them around my cock.
"Ngh...!"
In that moment, she unconsciously gripped tight with both hands.
The already hypersensitive shaft compressed under the pressure, making my vision flash as I sucked in a sharp breath.
"Ah! S-sorry! Did it hurt?"
Startled by my reaction, she yanked her hands back and retreated.
Her face flushed apple-red.
"I'm really sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you, it's just..."
She fidgeted with her hands, averting her eyes before mumbling in a voice as tiny as an ant crawling.
"I've... imagined doing this with your thing every night since way back... But the real thing's different. It's way, way bigger than I thought..."
"...Huh?"
I doubted my ears. What did I just hear?
"Since way back?"
Realizing her slip, she clapped a hand over her mouth with a sharp gasp.
Her neck flushed crimson, and her eyes shook like there was an earthquake, but she said nothing.
"..."
"..."
We both fell silent.
Then... Eunha averted her eyes from mine, her face burning red, and reached out again to firmly grasp my shaft.
This time, it didn't hurt. A firm yet gentle grip, like she had no intention of letting go.
"F-feels good? Is this okay?"
"Uh... yeah. It feels good, so you can stop now..."
As I refused again, her voice took on a slightly chilly edge.
"Dojin."
"Y-yes?"
Polite speech slipped out unconsciously.
"I've never noticed your feelings until now. So I have to atone, right? Right?"
"..."
"Answer me. Dojin."
"..."
"Answer."
"Y-yeah. Right. Yeah... um. You should atone to me... since you didn't notice my feelings..."
"Exactly. This is atonement. You've got my weak spot now, Dojin...♡"
Flashing me a secretive smile, Eunha began stroking my cock with both hands.