Flaunting My Childhood Friend with a Public Deep Kiss
"…Mmm."
Morning sunlight poured down from above.
Feeling the cozy warmth streaming in through the window, I quietly cracked my eyes open.
"Is it… morning?"
I picked up the smartphone lying nearby and checked the time.
11:26
"Morning" my ass—it was practically lunchtime. My sleep schedule was so thoroughly wrecked that I ended up waking late every single day.
Now, what was I doing when I fell asleep?
The bed I was lying in wasn't mine. It was pink, for one thing, and a faint, pleasant fragrance drifted through the air.
Right. This was Seo Narae's house. Yesterday, when I heard her parents were going on a trip, I'd come over to hang out—or, more accurately, to have sex.
And then I got the cold shoulder because she was busy with an assignment, of all things.
In the end, while Narae worked on her assignment, I'd been left to entertain myself with her pussy. Treating your childhood friend like a living onahole had its own appeal, I'll admit.
Anyway, that girl is obsessed with her grades.
Keeping top marks since freshman year and holding onto the number one spot this whole time was no small feat.
And she still managed to maintain a healthy social life on top of it. For someone like me, who crammed the night before exams, that was a realm I simply couldn't imagine.
Come to think of it, where'd Narae go?
I looked around, but the all-important owner of the house was nowhere to be seen. I couldn't sense another person anywhere, either.
So I got out of bed in search of my childhood friend, and after glancing around the room, I spotted a single note left on the desk.
I'm heading to school. When you wake up, just go home.
She'd gone off to her university, leaving me sleeping like a log. Somehow, that made me feel a little guilty.
I'd borrowed her pussy without asking, and she'd still let me sleep in her bed. Maybe we'd hit it off even better lately.
"Haaam…"
Yawning widely, I gathered up my scattered clothes and got dressed.
I was thinking I'd head home and take another nap, when I found something familiar sitting on the desk where the note had been—
"…Isn't that the assignment Narae was working on yesterday?"
I remembered it fairly vividly. She'd been diligently filling out that very sheet of paper while I was plowing her from behind.
'This is due tomorrow, so figure it out yourself—just keep going from behind. Ugh, why the hell are professors still collecting assignments on paper in this day and age?'
Something like that, right? She'd been cursing out her professor while quietly taking my cock all the same.
Either way, my best guess was that Narae had left for school without her assignment…
Is she going to be okay?
If my memory served, the lecture this assignment was due for started at three in the afternoon.
Just to be sure, I checked the schedule Narae had posted in our group chat, and sure enough—three o'clock, just like I remembered.
Problem is, her day's packed solid until then.
There was no way she'd have time to come home and grab it. And she wasn't the type to show up late to her other lectures just to fetch an assignment.
Knowing her personality, she'd probably scrape together every spare minute between classes and start the whole thing over from scratch. She might look like a delinquent, but she was surprisingly diligent.
"…Maybe I'll help her out, just this once. It's not like I have anything to do anyway."
It wasn't out of the question that she'd forgotten her assignment because I'd begged her for sex so persistently.
In that case, a childhood friend ought to pitch in at least this much. She lets me hit it for free, after all.
I fired off a text telling Narae I'd bring her assignment over, then started getting ready to head out.
Just in case, I didn't forget to slip a condom into my wallet.
You could call it a reunion after three years.
My old university, visited after so long, had kept exactly the shape it held in my memory.
Weird. I was only enrolled for a year, and I still miss the place.
I'd wasted two years in the army and then dropped out right after, so I never actually got to spend that much time here.
Looking around, the campus was bustling with students just arriving for the day and crowds heading out the main gate to grab lunch.
I used to savor campus life exactly like that, once upon a time—and now I've been reduced to a mere bum.
Yeah, I chose to drop out myself, but I suppose it was inevitable that my heart would feel a little tangled. Back then, I'd genuinely felt like I was living a fulfilling life.
"Now, the College of Humanities should be somewhere around here…"
True to form for a childhood friend, Narae had gotten into the Korean literature department at the same university, so I had a rough idea of where everything was.
I found my old college building in no time, and there was Seo Narae too, chatting with friends in a common area.
"Seo Narae, I've got your assignment."
"…Huh?"
At the sound of her name, she turned around with a puzzled look and stared at me.
It was the face of someone who had absolutely not expected me to show up. But I definitely sent her a text…
"Come here for a second."
I pulled her off to a corner where the others wouldn't overhear and explained the situation, at which point Narae's eyes went wide and she scrambled to check the group chat on her phone.
Apparently, unlike a proper honor student, she hadn't even realized she'd forgotten her assignment.
"Phew… thank you for going out of your way to bring it. That professor is a total by-the-book hardass—no excuse in the world would've flown if I'd shown up empty-handed."
"If you're grateful, you'll let me do you in the ass later."
"What if someone hears you in a place like this…? I'll think about it, so keep the dirty talk for outside."
She took it surprisingly well. Does she really have no hang-ups about taking it up the butt?
Well, either way works for me, so it's whatever.
…Then again, people keep staring at me.
Maybe it was because I'd dragged Narae away from the group, but I kept getting the feeling of eyes on me from all directions.
"…Who is that? Do we have someone like that in our department?"
"Oh! Is that the boyfriend Narae mentioned before?"
Hmm, I think I just heard something I can't let slide. What exactly are they seeing that makes them assume I'm her boyfriend when all I did was deliver an assignment?
But far from clearing up my confusion, the girls just kept trading their evaluations of one Kim Yuseon.
"Mmm, he is pretty good-looking. Tall, too."
"I wonder how old he is? Is he the same age as us?"
"Please. He's probably older. Remember, Narae said she doesn't really go for younger guys."
For the record, Seo Narae doesn't actually care one way or the other about age. It's just an excuse she uses to reject confessions.
When you're courted by countless men—seniors, juniors, older guys, younger guys, classmates, all of it—that kind of social maneuvering just becomes second nature.
Though when that one middle-aged creep hit on her, that was genuinely unsettling.
Luckily I happened to be nearby, and one murderous glare from me was enough to make him tuck his tail and scurry off. Good times.
Anyway, the important thing is that Seo Narae's popularity is stratospheric. Well, of course it is—she's kind to everyone, young and old, and her figure is absolutely top-tier.
Even the male students passing through the hallway kept stealing glances at me, which gave me a very real sense of just how popular she was. Frankly, they were checking out my face so persistently it was starting to get unpleasant.
"……"
"H-hiik!"
Once I put the pressure on with a look that said, got a problem or something?, they finally dropped their gazes and went on their way.
If even I get this treatment, and I actually know her, I can't imagine what it's like for her.
Come to think of it, she'd been turning down confessions since middle school—sleazy looks from the men, envious stares from the women, all heaped on one person. Knowing that carried on straight into university, I could roughly picture how hard Narae's life had been.
Me, I'm a loser who's never so much as held hands with a girl other than my childhood friends, confessions and all that being completely foreign to me—but having witnessed her situation up close like this, I could sympathize more than a little.
Still, well… I am her boyfriend, technically.
Her childhood first love was almost certainly me. And Narae seems pretty fond of me herself.
In that case, there'd be no harm in throwing a little warning shot out there, so no other stray mutts got any ideas.
"Alright, I should get going. Thanks again for—"
"—Mmph."
"Mmph?! What the hell are you doing all of a sudden—?!"
Startled by my sudden kiss, she began to struggle.
But her movements soon died down, and just like me, she started using her tongue to caress the inside of my mouth.
There. With that, I'd confirmed for every single pair of eyes present that we were a couple—
But when I glanced around, what caught my attention was Narae's friends, their faces flushed red at the sight of us.
"W-wow… so she does stuff that bold with her boyfriend…"
"I'm kind of jealous, honestly… but I can't really say anything when they look like that together."
Shameless as it was, the reaction wasn't bad at all. If anything, the overwhelming majority envied us.
The guys go without saying—so at the very least, the rest of her school life would be smooth sailing, with no other men sniffing around.
"Hoo… haah, haah…"
The long, syrupy kiss came to an end, and Seo Narae immediately started nagging me like she was filing a complaint.
"Doing something like that, out of nowhere, where everyone could see… Seriously, I've never been able to predict what you'll do since we were kids."
"That's not the face of someone who hated it, though?"
"…Hmph! Just you wait till we get home!"
Oh? Planning to wring some semen out of me when we get back? In that case, even better.
Figures. She doesn't want to give me up to anyone.
My childhood friend of over twenty years, simply because her house was close to mine.
And I'd been thinking, all this time, that I wanted to make that girl mine—and mine alone.