Episode 8
Episode 8
"Huh?"
Did I hear that wrong just now?
It sounded like a statement that made me doubt my own ears.
"Wu... It's true. Garim-ah... You got excited too, you know."
Jolt-
At Daeun's words, I couldn't say anything, as if I'd committed a crime.
Well, it is true, but, how...?
"...The area around your crotch, it was... swollen up."
Daeun, speaking extremely bashfully, lands a follow-up blow.
I take that follow-up head-on, my face flushing bright red as I practically collapse on the spot.
'How did she even see that...?'
Of all things, I tried to hide that state, but I was already exposed.
If there were a mouse hole, I'd want to crawl into it right now.
"...Can I go back home now?"
"No way, I asked for your help and you haven't helped me yet."
"Ah."
Right, she asked me to teach her how to please herself.
Even though it's embarrassing, I can't just run away, so a sigh escapes me on its own.
"Haa... When do you want to start?"
"Hmm... Since we already had lunch, how about... now?"
"Ah, right now, immediately?"
Because of her words, Daeun's current appearance in her pajamas now overlapped in my vision with her nude body from yesterday.
Gulp
"...Are you already getting excited?"
"Huh...? Ah, no. Sorry!"
"...."
I guess swallowing my saliva made my body react on its own.
Daeun was still intently staring at my crotch, which I was covering with both hands.
Just being looked at like this makes me feel as exposed as if I were stripped bare.
"T-that's, Daeun-ah. I'll help you! So please, stop looking now. Please."
"Ah. Hehe, sorry."
Daeun, smiling slightly, meets my gaze.
It was just for a moment, but her eyes seemed slightly different... must be my imagination.
"What about our clothes...?"
"Hmm... Is taking them off easier?"
Her bold question left me speechless for a moment.
Whether it's easier or not, how should I know? So I had nothing to say.
"...Hmm, Garim-ah. You told me to stop looking, but you're the one staring at me like you're trying to bore a hole through me?"
Daeun started teasing me with a mischievous expression.
"M-me? Was I staring that hard?"
"Hmph, you were looking at every nook and cranny of my body... weren't you? Pervert."
"Ah, no. It's not like that...!!"
Flustered by Daeun's teasing, I started rambling incoherently, and seeing that, she began to laugh lightly.
"Pfft... Just kidding, just kidding. Isn't your reaction just too funny?"
"...Don't tease me so much. It's hard."
"Got it. And about the clothes... hmm, I'll take them all off. That seems like it'll be more comfortable."
"All of them? Even your top?"
"Hmm, even my underwear."
I gasped for air and couldn't get any words out.
Even though I saw her yesterday, the idea of her being completely naked is, in many ways, like lighting a fuse to the dynamite of my rationality.
"Hmm... Garim-ah, will you undress me?"
"Ugh... Huh? Me?"
"Yeah! It's probably your first time taking off a girl's underwear, right? Isn't it a good opportunity?"
"If it weren't my first time, wouldn't that be dangerous in many ways.... And what do you mean, 'good opportunity'?"
My head spun from Daeun's audacious statements. The Daeun in my memory definitely wasn't like this...
"Sigh... I'll do it."
"Pfft... You're not saying no..."
"Be quiet."
I got onto the bed where Daeun was sitting, gently lifted her waist, and pulled down both her pants and panties in one go.
"Heuk...! G-Garim-ah. You're being so bold...."
And then I began unbuttoning Daeun's pajama top, one button at a time.
With each button undone, the black lace bra inside captured my gaze.
'It's the same as yesterday... such a mature-feeling set of underwear...'
After undoing all the buttons and taking off her outer top, her pure white skin was revealed, with only the bra covering her chest, presenting her entire body to me.
"...Ahem, Daeun-ah. What about this...?"
"Hmm, ah... I guess a guy wouldn't know."
What I was pointing at was her black lace bra.
I'd heard they have hooks, but I'd only heard about it; I have absolutely no idea how to actually undo one.
I've never worn one in the first place, so how would I know?
'Besides, yesterday Daeun took it off herself.'
Daeun seemed to understand, turned her body to show me her back, reached her arms behind her, grabbed the hooks, and explained.
"This, you grab this part here and then pull it slightly like this..."
Click
"Then it comes undone just like that."
Along with the explanation, as the hooks came undone, the bra immediately slipped down surreulgeuk.
Unable to resist gravity, it fell away, and once again I was faced with her completely nude form, just like yesterday.
"Hmm, I see. Useful...? I don't know if it's that, but I think I get it now."
"Pfft... I guess you're right."
After a brief silence, I cautiously opened my mouth first.
It felt a bit weird to just stay like this without saying anything.
"Can you tell me what to do now...?"
"Hmm, I'll leave it to you..."
Saying that, Daeun got onto the bed and lay down somewhat demurely.
That sight, how should I put it... evoked an indescribable feeling.
It was a mix of a sense that this probably shouldn't be happening and the instinctive feelings arising from the current situation.
"...But, exactly what kind of thing do you want me to teach you?"
"You made me feel good with your fingers yesterday, right...?"
It's definitely a true statement, but hearing that one sentence out of context makes me feel somehow accused.
...Since she's the one who asked for it, there's no reason for me to feel this way.
"Hmm, that's right."
"After sending you off, while I was tidying up a bit... I got curious and tried doing it myself, you see."
Daeun masturbated...?
I made a slightly surprised expression, and she, perhaps feeling embarrassed after saying it, blushed.
"But, it didn't feel as good as Garim-ah's fingers did..."
"Hmm...? Really?"
At her story, I tilted my head.
Whether it's my finger or Daeun's finger, there shouldn't be a big difference.
At most, it's the thickness of the finger, and even that isn't that significantly different.
"...Daeun-ah, would you rather just do it in front of me directly?"
"Hmmph...!? R-right here, directly?"
Unable to figure out the reason, I played my trump card.
Which was to find the reason by watching with my own eyes...
"Wu... Do I really have to?"
Contrary to my expectation that she'd agree immediately, Daeun was exceptionally and extremely bashful about masturbating right in front of me.
'But yesterday was even more intense...?'
Yesterday she did things even more embarrassing than this, but seeing her be shy about this part, I don't know what tune to dance to.
I smiled a bit awkwardly and brought it up in a way she could accept.
"If you don't show me, I won't know what part I need to help you with. And... yesterday you did things more embarrassing than this."
"Hic...!"
Daeun seemed flustered, perhaps hit squarely by my words.
After waiting a bit to give her time to answer, she soon calmed down and answered by nodding her head instead.
"...Show me now."
Daeun, spreading her legs slightly, brought her left hand to her precious place.
As soon as she brought it there, a reaction seemed to come immediately, as her cheeks began to flush slightly.
"Heuk, yesterday... I did it like this. Hik, hauk..."
She pressed together the ring and middle fingers of her left hand and then slowly parted her pink petals, inserting them inside.
"Hwuk, haht.... Hmm..."
In that state, using her wrist, Daeun skillfully masturbated, inserting and pulling out her fingers.
Just looking at this, there doesn't seem to be anything particularly different, so why does it feel different to her?
"Even like this, something's. Hmm, lacking... Unsatisfying. Hahng..."
"Hmm.... Daeun-ah, by any chance, when you insert and pull out your finger, how do you hold your finger posture?"
"Hmmph...? L-like this..."
At my question, Daeun pulled out her moving hand and showed it to me.
Perhaps stimulated by now, sticky love juices stretched out like threads from her fingers.
"...I think this might be the difference."
"You think you know...?"
"Maybe...? If it's not this, I don't know any other reason, so it's probably right."
"...Tell me, Garim-ah."
My heart beat slightly faster at her request, which carried a strange seductive air.
Like I felt last time, a real Gumiho seems like a fearsome existence.
That just a single request could be this bewitching...
"Hmm, well... Instead of shaking your fingers while keeping them stiffly straight, you curve them slightly like a hook, press and scratch the inside while moving them."
"Press the inside, and scratch while...?"
Maybe the explanation was a bit confusing, as Daeun made an expression that she didn't understand.
Seeing is believing, so it's probably better to show her directly.
"Excuse me for a moment."
"Heuk...! Garim-ah...?"
I took Daeun's hand and had her insert her fingers into herself again.
However, I placed my index finger beneath her two inserted fingers to act as a support and guide.
"Kyahk♡ G-Garim-ah. All of a sudden it feels differen.... Hmm, hyahht♡"
"...Seems like that was it."
It seems Daeun only skimmed the surface of what I did and just copied it, which is why the stimulation was weak.
When I did it, I didn't just keep my finger still while stimulating; I moved it, so it's fundamentally different from just inserting and pulling out.
"You can probably feel the sensation I just helped you achieve with my finger? Just do it exactly like that."
"Hmm♡ Okayyy.... I'll try, huup♡ Haht, ahhng♡"
As soon as she changed it, a strong reaction came immediately, and Daeun's moans gradually grew louder.
Her body began to twitch more, and love juices seeped from the entrance of her pussy.
Jjigeok jjigeok-!!
"Hmm, ahng♡ Hmm, too... gooood...♡ Huuhng♡"
Her expression gradually melted as she became immersed in the pleasure.
In the midst of it, she glanced at me briefly, and perhaps feeling embarrassed, tried to muffle her moans by covering her mouth with her right hand.
Daeun didn't stop her hand, even as her love juices grew sticky and seeped out, wetting the sheets.
In the midst of it, perhaps because she was watching me watching her, trying to hold back her moans, it felt like we were doing something we shouldn't—a strange sense of betrayal tinged the moment.
"I'm, I'm... about to come...♡ Hhuueung, haat♡"
"...Just let go."
My response must have been the trigger, as her hand grew even more uninhibited.
Jjigeok jjigeok jjigeok-!!
Her body trembled, and soon, right before my eyes, she happily reached her climax.
"Hhaaaaaang♡ Aaueut, haung...♡ Hhuueu...♡"
After climaxing, she collapsed with a languid, utterly relaxed expression.
Looking at her like that, I found my own instincts impossible to suppress.
Because of that, the area around my crotch swelled up again, and I quickly covered it with my hand, afraid she might notice.
"Hhueu, uung.... Garim-ah, did you get excited...?"
I thought I had covered it naturally, without her noticing, but Daeun somehow sensed the change in my body like a ghost.
She crawled with difficulty from the bed over to where I was standing in front of it and then—
Sweuk sweuk—
"Da, Daeun-ah!?"
She began gently rubbing my swollen crotch with her hand.
"Let me... help you too...?"