An Ordinary Day of Getting My Cock Sucked by a Beautiful Girl

"Ji-young."

"Yeah?"

"The landlady's asking if there's anything special you want for dinner. Anything sound good?"

"I dunno, fish? Something like eel…."

I was in Seo Ji-young's room right now.

Not for any particularly special reason — we'd always hung out fine together back in the day, both of us total otakus. She had that wrist issue too, so I had to run a few errands for her here and there. Luckily it wasn't anything that needed surgery; a month of outpatient treatment and she'd be fine, so I just had to help her out so she wouldn't overdo it.

"…But why eel, of all things?"

"*Slurp.* Just because. It's tasty."

And of course, I was also getting my cock sucked.

This time, Seo Ji-young had hit me with another one of her completely ridiculous hypnosis commands.

I'd wondered if that would even work — but every time I stepped into Seo Ji-young's room and felt my head go fuzzy, it seemed like it actually took hold. Did rewriting common sense like that even count as hypnosis?

Either way, it was good for me, so I wasn't complaining. Ever since that day, she'd fallen hard for my cock — like, properly hard. Made me a little proud, honestly.

"*Shlurp.* But do guys really get all pumped up and full of energy when they eat eel?"

"No idea. Honestly, the nutritional content's nothing compared to just taking another protein or vitamin pill…. I figure it's mostly placebo."

"Wow. You sound so fucking STEM right now…."

Seo Ji-young pulled off with a look of pure disgust and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. That was the silent signal that she wasn't going to suck anymore, so I should finish myself off by hand. Harsh, just for stating a few facts.

Still, I was a healthy young man who worked out regularly — I didn't exactly need the eel. Ugh.

"…Can I use my hand? Your wrist okay?"

"If I get the angle right, I don't have to put any force into it at all. I know my own body better than you do, so butt out."

I'd thought we were done for the day, but then Seo Ji-young's soft fingers settled over the shaft of my cock. What was this — she was even giving me a handjob? Well, "handjob" was generous; it was closer to her just fondling my cock like a toy.

"I'm stopping the second it hurts, so hold the phone up properly so I can watch the anime. You know holding that thing's harder on me, right?"

"Yeah, yeah. Tell me if it hurts. I'll grab a heat pack."

"Wait, isn't this from last season? You already watched it?"

"Got a sudden craving, so I'm rewatching. Masterpieces stay good even the tenth time around."

"I never rewatch anything…. But you still have this kind of taste?"

"What kind?"

"I mean, getting your cock sucked by a girl while watching a pure-love anime is fucking hilarious."

As she said it, Seo Ji-young rubbed her fingers right over the top of my glans. Judging by her expression, that was a hundred percent on purpose. This cock-genius of a woman.

That was the most sensitive spot, so precum spilled out in a rush — and I dropped the phone and took a direct hit to the face.

"Ah, shit……."

"You're a muscle monster. That doesn't even hurt. Stop being dramatic."

"I have a really weak constitution, okay…. I've barely ever gotten hit."

"Fair. Who the hell would pick a fight looking at that mug of yours."

"You little shit."

Whether I grumbled or not, Seo Ji-young had completely lost interest in the anime we'd been watching together and shifted her focus to fondling my cock. It felt ridiculously good, but she still wasn't going all-out like last time, so it was pure torture. Not that I was complaining. Just having a beautiful girl's soft hands on me was more than enough to be happy about.

Thanks to her, my cock had forgotten all the loneliness of the past twenty-six years and was shedding tears of joy every single day.

"Ji-young."

"Yeah?"

"So you're just wearing contacts all the time now?"

"I only ever wore them for deadlines. If I put contacts in when I'm trying to focus, my eyeballs feel like they're gonna fall out. Why, you don't like the contacts?"

"It's not that…. It's just that cum looks pretty on your face when you've got glasses on— ah, ah, sorry, sorry!"

"Those are expensive as hell, you bastard!"

What, I couldn't even joke around? But I'd clearly seen it — the way Seo Ji-young's eyes wavered when she looked at the glasses case sitting up on her desk. Even now, for all her mouthing off, if I said I was about to cum she'd bring the glasses over for me.

Eheheh.

But that little fantasy of mine came crashing down not long after — thanks to an uninvited guest who showed up on the second floor.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

"…! Hey, put your dick away!"

"Huh? Uh, uh…."

"And don't sit so close…!"

"Ow!"

The second I half-assed my pants back up, Seo Ji-young kicked me. At the same moment, the door flew open.

"What are you two up to~?"

"Oh. Yuki."

The one who'd opened the door was Yuki. Judging by her outfit, she'd been out somewhere having fun. And after observing Shimada Yuki over the past few days, I'd come to a conclusion no matter how I looked at it: her genes had more Korean in them than Japanese. The way she acted was pure classic Korean delinquent girl who'd found something entertaining. I was starting to suspect she might even be a career professional at it.

"Hiiing, Seol-ah won't hang out with Yuki lately. And when I try to play with Oppa, he's always in here……."

"Th-that's, uh. Ji-young's a patient. Plus we've been close since forever, and she's the only one who'll watch anime with me…."

"Huum, is that sooo. But I'm so lonely~"

Her tone was the kind that pretended to buy my story. For all I knew, she'd come here already knowing everything. After hearing the walls weren't soundproof, we'd put down mats in Seo Ji-young's room — but she'd already caught us once, so whatever. Even if she couldn't hear anything, she could put two and two together easily enough. No, I was a hundred percent sure she'd figured it out. The confidence in her voice gave her away completely.

"You're not~ interrupting the two of you while you're all lovey-dovey, are you? Dating's banned in this house, you know~?"

"…Are you insane? Wh-why the hell would I be with this otaku bastard?!"

"Gueh."

I'd let my guard down, and Seo Ji-young's kick sent me straight to the floor. That hurt. But the important thing right now wasn't the sting in my knee. For some reason, sparks had started flying between the two women's eyes.

"Why~ Seung-chul Oppa's fine, isn't he? The world's full of ugly people who don't even take care of themselves, you know?"

"So you only judge people by how ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠they look?"

"Eeh, that's not what I meant. You can't just split everything people say into black-and-white like that!"

"Uh, hey."

Don't fight, girls. The catfight I wanted ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was the "Oh, I was the one who promised to sleep next to Seung-chul-chan tonight…! Hidoiyo!" kind — not this UFC match. Both of them had pure murder in their eyes. Seo Ji-young had always been a complete gremlin personality-wise, but I genuinely had no idea what Yuki's deal was. Maybe she just thought the current situation was funny.

"And Oppa's personality is totally great, right? Unnie never hangs out with me, but she says Oppa's fine~"

Yuki latched onto my arm, smiling sweetly as she needled Seo Ji-young. Between this and that whole "I'm going to steal him" bit from before, it felt less like she actually wanted anything from me and more like she just couldn't stand Seo Ji-young. What the hell was I supposed to do here? It didn't feel like a situation where I could shut it down firmly like last time. And I couldn't exactly just tell Yuki to knock it off either — Seo Ji-young's way of talking really was hellish. Back in our club days, I'd had to go break up fights about once a month. Even if she had a lot built up from before I got here, it wasn't that unreasonable.

"Oh, really? So I can take that to mean Ha Seung-chul is the only person who puts up with my shitty personality?"

"I didn't go that faaar. And even without that, Oppa's a good guy!"

"Him?"

"Yep! He cleans like crazy, cooks delicious food, and he's the only guy in an all-girls boarding house but he never does anything weird. Right?"

"…… Th-that's."

"Riiight~?"

"……."

Ding ding ding.

Fortunately, before a real fight could start, Yuki's one-shot punch knocked Seo Ji-young down cold. Maybe she'd realized that talking any further would only dig her own grave. Fair enough — after spending the last while fondling my cock, her conscience probably wouldn't let her argue with that one. She was still sniping, though.

"If you get it, then hands off. That bastard's a virgin with zero resistance to women."

"Just because someone's a virgin doesn't mean they like every girl, right? Am I Oppa's type?"

"That's not what this is about…!"

"Hmm? What do you think? Is Yuki Oppa's type? What's your ideal type, Oppa?"

"No, I, uh."

Or not. Round two had started — and this time they'd put me in the middle as the punching bag. Even Seo Ji-young looked like she was quietly curious…!

"…Now that you mention it, I kinda want to hear it. Do you even have an ideal type?"

"M-me?"

"Yes, you, otaku. Who else is here?"

"Haven't you and Oppa known each other forever? You don't know either, Unnie?"

"Like I'd seriously ask a guy who just sits around snickering at anime about something like that."

"Huum, I see."

Both women's gazes locked onto me at once. Of course my ideal type was a beautiful girl with a pretty face, big breasts, and a soft, bouncy pink pussy… but I couldn't exactly say that out loud, could I? And there was no way I could just brush it off with a "I like someone I connect with, haha." Seo Ji-young would stomp me into the dirt for sure.

"I'm curious, Oppa~"

"Yeah. Spit it out already."

"……."

I was going to die from the pressure. I wanted to see Seol-ah. Right — in times like these, better to change the subject than get caught on a technicality.

"S-so, uh. Has Seol-ah been busy lately?"

"Ha Seung-chul, you wanna die? Where do you get off changing the—"

"Ooh. Did she get a boyfriend? She's twenty, so it's totally possible~ I just wish she'd tell Yuki all the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠juicy details."

"Ah, I see…."

"…Hmph."

Thankfully, Yuki hadn't actually cared that much about my ideal type and let it go. Seo Ji-young just shot me a glare and dropped it too. I had a feeling I'd be receiving a command like 【 Ha Seung-chul will describe his ideal type in detail, within five sheets of A4 paper. 】 in the near future, though.

…A boyfriend, huh.

I'd figured she was just avoiding me because she was embarrassed to look me in the face — but maybe that was actually true. Me, well, I was just the lump of muscle she saw every day, so a momentary glance in my direction wouldn't mean much. From her perspective, everything had happened while I was under hypnosis, so she probably didn't feel much guilt about it either. Still. Hmm.

"What are you looking at."

"Nothing. Just."

The second my gaze turned toward her, Seo Ji-young went even harder and pressed her foot into me. Right now her affection meter for me looked maxed out — but maybe she too could go "Actually it was just hypnosis~" anytime she wanted and dump me to go find her own happiness. No, honestly I didn't think that was the case. But I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling.

"Anyway. Can Yuki hang out with Unnie and Oppa too?"

"Uh, sure. If you're bored, you can stay."

"Really? Is that okay, Unnie?"

"…… Do whatever."

"Yesss."

I didn't even fully understand what hypnosis was supposed to be in the first place. I'd have to see someone other than myself under it to know for sure. At this rate, this was something I'd never figure out in my whole li—

"……What are you doing?"

"Hm? What do you mean, what am I doing?"

"I mean, friends can totally play with each other's cocks as much as they want, right?"

Eh.