Noona's Friends Are Too Easy
Seo Hyeonji licked the semen that had pooled on her chest. She lapped it up with meticulous care, as if determined not to let a single drop go to waste. She even wiped what had gotten on her face with her fingers and licked them clean, sucking each fingertip thoroughly. Once she finished, she looked up at me like a puppy waiting for praise. So I reached out and patted her head.
“Good girl, Hyeonji. You did so well.”
“Hehe……”
“Did it taste good?”
“Yes, hehe……♡”
“Keep listening well and I’ll give you more next time.”
“Okay……♡♡”
I turned on the shower and rinsed Seo Hyeonji’s face. After washing her face with foaming cleanser, I considered scrubbing every inch of her voluptuous body too, but then a thought stopped me.
‘Wait, if I do that, I’ll look like the slave instead of the master.’
The memory of being treated like a servant under that gorilla Kim Yuyoung flashed through my mind. Getting beaten and crawling around must have left some deep imprint on my DNA. I stopped myself from grabbing the shower puff and body wash, set them back down, and stood facing Seo Hyeonji instead. She blinked up at me blankly.
“What are you doing?”
“Huh?”
“Seo Hyeonji, you’re not acting like a proper slave at all.”
“Eh?? What??”
“Shouldn’t a slave be washing her master without being told?”
“Ah, I’m sorry… Ah, ah, yes.”
She reached for the shower puff I had put down.
“Not that.”
“…Yes?”
“Use that instead.”
I tilted my chin. Seo Hyeonji followed my gaze, looked down, and turned bright red.
“Why use something else when you’ve got something so big and nice?”
“Haa……”
Her slightly cooled face flushed again. She gathered her breasts with one arm, squeezed body wash between them, and rubbed them together until they foamed. Then she spread the sudsy valley and pressed it against my body.
“L-like this?”
“Yeah. You’re doing well.”
“Huuu……”
She looked embarrassed out of her mind, yet she followed every instruction without complaint. If she was going to do it anyway, why get so flustered? My back, arms, chest, stomach… and my cock. She lingered especially long on my cock.
“You’re supposed to be washing me, right?”
“Ah, yesss……”
Startled by my words, she finally moved on to my thighs. This girl was trying to satisfy her own urges with her master’s cock. After receiving Seo Hyeonji’s shower service, we stepped out only to realize she had nothing to wear. I lent her a pair of my underwear and some sweatpants. She turned around and fumbled them on, then put on the top and bra top she had arrived in. Watching her, a sudden question popped into my head.
“…Do you usually go around dressed like that?”
It didn’t seem like the kind of outfit someone as self-conscious about her belly as Seo Hyeonji would wear, especially with her stomach completely exposed under the white bra top. She hid her face behind her hair.
“Th-this is the prettiest thing I have at home…… I bought it a long time ago, but I gained weight……”
“You came wearing your prettiest clothes? To look pretty for me?”
She nodded shyly. So damn cute. I lent her one of my T-shirts so she could be comfortable and tossed her urine-soaked clothes into the washing machine. Then we lay side by side on the bed.
“Come closer.”
“Yes……”
Seo Hyeonji nestled right into my arms. While kneading her soft belly, I asked what she wanted for dinner.
“Um…… Master……”
“Yeah?”
“Are you…… only going to touch my stomach……?”
She asked while hiding her face behind her hair, fidgeting. She was basically asking me to touch somewhere more pleasant. I pretended not to understand.
“Why?”
“N-no, it’s nothing……”
“Your stomach’s as big as your chest. It’s nice to touch.”
“…!!!”
Seo Hyeonji stared at me like she had been struck by lightning, then buried her face. I laughed.
“Just kidding. It was a joke.”
“I’ll…… lose weight……”
“No. Don’t.”
“But……”
“It’s an order. Don’t lose weight. You’re cute right now.”
“………Yes.”
If she got even prettier by losing weight, some other guy would snatch her away. I couldn’t let that happen. I went back to kneading her belly.
“Seo Hyeonji, do you live alone too?”
“No…… I live with my parents……”
“Ah. So you’re an only child?”
“No…… I have an older sister. She lives alone. She’s eight years older……”
“Eight years? That’s a big gap.”
“Yes…… So she’s always been really good to me since we were little……”
An older sister eight years older than Seo Hyeonji…… I wondered what she looked like. Curious, I asked.
“Do you two look alike?”
“No…… My sister is…… slim…… and pretty……”
“Really? Got any pictures?”
“……….”
A slim and pretty version of Seo Hyeonji. That made me even more curious. But Seo Hyeonji just buried her face in my chest and stayed quiet.
“No pictures?”
She shook her head.
“Then?”
“……Can’t I just not show you……?”
“Why?”
“I…… don’t want to……”
“Ah, okay. Makes sense.”
Yeah, she probably wouldn’t want to show her family to someone she’d only known for a day—someone who was already calling himself her master and treating her like a slave. I understood.
“I wouldn’t want to either, if it were me.”
Seo Hyeonji shook her head again.
“That’s not it……”
“?”
“I’ll get…… jealous……”
“What.”
“What if Master falls for my sister……?”
“……What.”
……This sly little minx! I wanted to bite her right then and there, lick every inch of her body like a dog, and fuck her like one too. But today’s reward was already over. It was time for the whip.
“Seo Hyeonji.”
“……Yes?”
“Stick your ass out.”
“……???”
“Does a slave get to judge her master and get jealous on her own?”
“Ah…… no……”
“Bring your ass over here.”
Seo Hyeonji quietly got up and changed position, presenting her rear to me.
“Pull your pants down.”
“Yes……”
When she lowered them, her large ass appeared, covered only by my boxers. I never thought my own underwear would look this lewd on someone.
“The panties too.”
“Yesss……”
With both pants and panties down to her knees, Seo Hyeonji’s pussy was already glistening. Looking closer, there was a faint wet mark on the black boxers.
“Ha, what did you even do to get this wet already?”
“Just thinking about wearing Master’s panties…… I’m, I’m sorry……”
“Didn’t I say no apologizing?”
“Aah……”
“A bad girl who doesn’t listen to her master needs to be punished. Lie down.”
Seo Hyeonji pushed her ass toward me and bent over, sticking it out in a cat-like pose. It looked like she was begging to be spanked hard.
Smack!
I slapped her ass with my palm. The plump flesh rippled like a wave.
“Haang!”
“Quiet.”
“Hah……!”
Smack!
“Huuup…!!”
Smack!
“Huuung…♡♡!!”
Smack!
“Hyaaah…♡♡♡!!”
“……”
She was clearly enjoying this. Her pussy was so soaked that juices were dripping onto the panties and sweatpants. I knew she was a pervert, but I didn’t expect her to get off on being hit.
‘Is she a masochist?’
I might try that kind of play later. It wasn’t really my thing, but I did want to try something hardcore at least once. Thinking that, I smacked her other cheek too.
Smack!
“Hyang♡♡♡!!”
“I told you to be quiet.”
“Yes…… yesss……♡”
This was supposed to be punishment, but it wasn’t working at all. I was just giving her more carrots instead of the whip.
‘I need to think of a better way to punish her.’
At this rate, there was no way to educate this lewd sow.
“Ha…… I’ll have to lick it again.”
“Huuu……”
Her fluids had even splashed onto the freshly changed blanket.
“There are wet wipes on the desk. Clean it up.”
“Yes, hehe……”
Seo Hyeonji wiped her own pussy first, then diligently cleaned the blanket too. Seeing her wearing my clothes and cleaning my studio made her feel almost like a girlfriend.
“I’m done……”
“Good. Come lie down again. What do you want to eat?”
“I…… like anything……”
“Yeah, figured.”
“……”
“Ah.”
Seo Hyeonji’s face looked like she had been struck by lightning again, and she started sniffling.
“Sorry, it was just a joke. A joke.”
“Hing……”
“Sorry, sorry. I’ll buy you something delicious instead.”
“……Really?”
“Yeah. Tell me what you want.”
“Then……”
Ah, so she cheered up at the mention of food? A little later, we left the house and headed to the place Seo Hyeonji chose.
“Order whatever you want.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
I still had money left over from yesterday because Yang Minah had paid for everything, including the motel.
‘Ugh—! Keep it in! Not in front of noona! You can’t! You’ll get in trouble!’
I wasn’t sure if that counted as drunk rambling, but thanks to her, I had extra cash. Seo Hyeonji stuck her tongue out slightly as she focused on the kiosk menu attached to the table. She looked like her appetite had completely returned.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep. Beep.
“……”
How much was she ordering? I looked at her and our eyes met. She flinched, startled, and suddenly started deleting items.
“……I didn’t give you a look. Put it back.”
“……”
“Seriously. I told you to order everything.”
“……Yes.”
In the end, the two of us spent 110,000 won. Six main dishes came out, and Seo Hyeonji even scraped up everything I left behind. She ate really well. She could probably do mukbang. If I married this girl, the food expenses would be pretty brutal.
“……I’m sorry.”
Seo Hyeonji must have noticed my expression wasn’t great. She glanced at me and apologized again.
“There you go again. Want to get scolded?”
“Ah, augh……”
“You’re buying the coffee. It’s about time for some, right?”
It was past eight. Seo Hyeonji checked the time and nodded. On the second floor of the café, we sat side by side on a two-person sofa by the window.
“So you’ve been friends with Seona noona since middle school?”
“Ah…… yes……”
“You went to the same girls’ middle and high school…… and that’s why you never had a boyfriend?”
“Yes……”
Seo Hyeonji sipped her coffee through the straw, then glanced at me. She looked like she had something to say.
“What now.”
“……”
“Spit it out.”
“There’s…… something I’m curious about……”
“What is it?”
“Why do you call me ‘you’ and ‘Seo Hyeonji,’ but call Seona ‘noona’……?”
“……Cough!”
I choked on my coffee at the unexpected question. Uh…… Well. I mean, you’re the crazy girl who was masturbating in my room.
……Not like I could say that.
“It just means I feel more comfortable with you, Hyeonji.”
“……”
“Why, don’t like it? Want me to call you noona too?”
“Ah, no…… I like it……”
“Okay.”
Seo Hyeonji smiled brightly. She liked it. So easy.
Trill!
A notification popped up on Seo Hyeonji’s phone. I glanced over and saw it was the group chat with Kim Yuyoung and the other three noonas.
“Kim Yuyoung? What’d she say?”
“Ah…… Do you want to see?”
“Can I?”
“Yes.”
Seo Hyeonji scooted right up against me and showed me the screen.
“……Don’t tell me 02 is Kim Yuyoung.”
“Yes. It’s because of the ‘young’ in her name.”
“……”
What the hell was with Kim Yuyoung’s texting style? I wanted to sew her fingers shut. Yang Minah sounded exactly like herself, and Yoon Seona was cute. And that Yeonju person…… probably the blonde ponytail noona I saw briefly. She seemed so haughty, but maybe not.
I was curious what Seo Hyeonji would reply in the group chat, so I watched her. Her thumb hovered in the air, frozen.
“……What are you doing?”
“……Ah, well…… it’s embarrassing……”
“Come on, you’re the one who showed me.”
“Th-that’s true, but……”
[02: Hyeonji!! You’re reading but not replying!!!]
[Yeonju: Did Hyeonji get home okay???]
Tap tap tap……
“……That’s it?”
“……Yes.”
“Pretty straightforward……”
Her profile didn’t use a nickname either—just her real name, Seo Hyeonji. And she didn’t even have a profile picture.
“You don’t have a profile pic?”
“Ah…… no……”
“Girls change theirs like five times a day.”
“Ah…… I’m not really……”
“Hmm. Want me to take one right now?”
“Wha?!”
I turned on my phone and pointed the camera at her. She flinched and turned her head away.
“Ah, no……”
“Why not. Let’s take one. You look pretty right now.”
“……Do I look pretty?”
“Yeah. You looked even prettier earlier today.”
“……!!!”
I glanced around. The café was full and noisy, so our conversation probably wouldn’t reach anyone else. Still, just in case, I leaned in and whispered to Seo Hyeonji.
“If you hadn’t pissed yourself, I wouldn’t have been able to hold back from fucking you.”
“!!!!!!”
Seo Hyeonji’s face turned crimson in an instant. She ducked her head and let her hair fall to hide her face. I chuckled and tucked her hair behind her ear. Her bright red ear popped out.
“Look this way.”
“I-it’s embarrassing……”
“It’s an order.”
“……”
At my words, Seo Hyeonji slowly lifted her head. Her face was flushed as she struggled to meet my eyes. Using the brutal training I’d received from Park Jiyeon over the past three months, I took several photos of her, changing the angle and pose slightly each time. Gradually, her expression relaxed and her movements became more natural.
“That one’s good.”
Click.
I got the best shot of the day. I sent it to her.
“Wow…… You take really good pictures……”
“Right? Now set it as your profile pic.”
“Huh?? Right now???”
“Yeah, do it now. You won’t if you go home, right?”
“Huuu……”
“Don’t want to? I went through the trouble of taking it for you.”
“Ah, no, I like it.”
In the end, Seo Hyeonji changed her profile picture to the one I took. The moment she did, her phone lit up.
Trill! Trill! Trill! Trill! Trill! Trill! Trill!
The notifications wouldn’t stop.