Noona's Friend Really Wants to Get Pounded
“Huff, huff, hnnngh……!”
Seo Hyeonji bit down on the blanket, letting out muffled, incoherent cries.
I slowly caressed her outer labia, careful not to let my fingers touch the pink flesh inside, moving with deliberate slowness.
“Hnnph! Ahph! Ahphuu!”
“If you’ve got something to say, say it properly, Hyeonji.”
I stroked her head like I was soothing a child. Seo Hyeonji thrashed her bound arms, desperately trying to free her hands, but the knots held tight.
Her legs kicked wildly—clenching, spreading, stretching, folding—like she was having a seizure.
“You like it that much?”
She shook her head furiously, side to side.
“No? If you don’t like it, I’ll stop. There’s still eighteen minutes left… I can send you home. Want me to untie you?”
No matter how horny or perverted this girl was, I wasn’t going to force anything. That wasn’t my kink, and besides, it would be a crime.
Sex only worked when both sides wanted it—body and mind in sync. One-sided stuff didn’t do it for me.
“Hnnngh……”
Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head again.
“Keep going?”
“……Hnn……”
She nodded.
“Good girl.”
As a reward, I blew a puff of air into her ear and gave it a light bite. She moaned again, heels scraping against the sheets.
“You really like it, huh?”
“Hnnngh… hnn……”
“Just hold on a little longer. Seventeen minutes left.”
“Hnn… ugh… hnnph……”
I spread the slick fluid dripping from her pussy over her outer lips and rubbed it in, massaging her inner thighs, her pubic mound, and the skin around her areolas.
“Ugh… uuu……”
Her body was already drenched in sweat. The liquid trailing down her ass crack was so copious I couldn’t tell if it was pussy juice or perspiration.
“Two minutes left.”
I was sweating too. My cock had been rock-hard for the past thirty minutes and was starting to ache; my underwear was half-soaked with precum.
Seo Hyeonji was even wetter, leaking a drop of fluid every second. The area around her hips was damper than the blanket stuffed in her mouth.
I stubbornly kept my hands on only her outer lips and the curves of her breasts.
“One minute.”
“Hnnph, hnnph……”
She twitched.
“Thirty seconds……”
“Hnn… hahph……”
She bucked her hips.
The closer we got to the end, the more violently she moved, clawing at the sheets with her heels and begging with her eyes.
When ten seconds remained, I pulled the blanket out of her mouth.
“Hahph… haaah……”
And then—
just as she let out a sigh of relief—
schlick!
“Hnnngh♡♡♡!!!”
I shoved my fingers back into her pussy—the thing she’d been dying for.
That alone was enough. Seo Hyeonji arched her back hard and came.
Yellow urine spurted from her urethra in short bursts.
Beep-beep-beep! Beep-beep-beep! Beep-beep-beep!
Right on cue, the alarm I’d set went off.
“Tsk~ You only had to hold on for two more seconds.”
“Haa, please… please… put it in… Yuon… please……”
“Yuon?”
I tilted my head. Seo Hyeonji avoided my gaze and mumbled.
“M-Master……”
“That’s better.”
Thanks to the outcome of our little game, I was now Seo Hyeonji’s master.
“Master, fuck me. Please fuck Hyeonji’s pussy……”
“Hmm……”
“Pleeease……”
She looked me straight in the eye and begged, spreading her legs and rocking her hips in invitation.
Didn’t I want to shove my cock into this juicy pussy?
It was already soaked and wide open.
Take it out and fuck her already.
That was what her body was saying.
But I had no intention of granting her wish just yet.
“Tsk. Not in the mood today.”
“……!?!?”
“You must be exhausted too. Let’s stop here.”
“A-Ah…… haa……”
Seo Hyeonji’s face crumpled like she’d lost her country. She went limp, then started sniffling and crying into the blanket she’d had in her mouth.
I’d made Seo Hyeonji-noona cry.
I’d made Kim Yuyoung’s friend cry.
The thought alone made my cock throb so hard it felt like it might tear through my shorts and underwear.
“Hic… hic… you just teased me…… and left me hanging……”
“Do your homework well and I’ll fuck you as a reward tomorrow.”
“……Homework?”
Seo Hyeonji peeked out from the blanket. She looked ridiculously cute.
“When you get home, film a video and send it to me.”
“A v-video…?”
“Proof that you’ve become my slave and that you’ll serve me as your master. Strip completely, spread your pussy, and say a bunch of filthy things.”
Her eyes widened, then she buried her face in the blanket again.
“C-Can’t you film it now?”
“What if I film it and then you change your mind and go to the police? I’d be finished.”
If Seo Hyeonji suddenly flipped and cried to the cops, claiming I’d blackmailed her into filming, I’d have no evidence to prove otherwise.
Plus, I’d been the one sending all the messages first.
How many years would I get……?
“I won’t do that……”
“You say that now. Anyway, if you want it, film it yourself and send it. Until then, I won’t lay a hand—or a cock—on you.”
“W-Why not……”
“So if you want to get fucked tomorrow, send it before midnight. After twelve, it’s void. Next chance is a week later.”
“……”
I stroked her cheek, then untied her hands.
It was almost five o’clock. I needed to wash her up, send her home, and get ready to go out myself.
Seo Hyeonji took my hand and followed obediently.
I stood her in the bathroom and ran water over her body, stroking her everywhere except her pussy and nipples.
She rubbed her knees together and clung to my arm.
“Can’t you at least touch my pussy……?”
“No. No masturbating today either. Don’t do anything. Come when I call you tomorrow.”
“Hnnng……”
I lathered her up everywhere except her most sensitive spots, then rinsed her off with the showerhead.
While she cleaned up the urine she’d sprayed on the floor, she stood in the corner waiting for me.
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop.”
“……Okay.”
“Just so we’re clear—if you masturbate even once……”
“I-I won’t……”
“Good.”
I gave her a kiss. She wrapped her arms around me and opened her mouth, offering her tongue.
Instead of meeting it with my own, I pushed her forehead back with my palm.
“Enough. You little pervert—you’re way too worked up.”
“Hmph……”
“Look forward to tomorrow.”
Right before opening the front door, I tugged my pants down and flashed my cock at her.
Seo Hyeonji’s eyes went glassy at the sight of my erect shaft springing free. She lunged for it, so I quickly pulled my pants back up.
She was quicker than she looked.
“Aww……”
“Tsk. Want to get punished?”
“…I’m sorry……”
“Hand.”
She placed her hand on my outstretched palm. We walked to the bus stop holding hands.
The bus arrived within minutes. Seo Hyeonji looked disappointed that our time together had been so short as she climbed aboard.
When I waved at her through the window, she waved back. The bus pulled away.
***
‘Haa……’
The moment Seo Hyeonji got home, she let out a long sigh.
Her mom was out, so the house was empty.
Thank goodness.
If her mom had seen her damp hair—still wet because she couldn’t use a hairdryer at Kim Yuon’s place—she would’ve interrogated her about where she’d been and who she’d been with.
She flopped onto her bed and stared at the ceiling. The events from just moments ago replayed vividly in her mind.
Her cheeks flushed hot. Her ears burned.
Thirty minutes.
It had been thrilling, ticklish, and heart-pounding all at once.
Back then, it had felt like an eternity.
And the ending had been so hollow.
Kim Yuon had spent the entire thirty minutes teasing only around her pussy and breasts, building her up—only to shove his fingers inside at the very last second. That single thrust had sent her over the edge.
She had come once at the end, but it wasn’t nearly enough.
She’d come here expecting to be fucked senseless by his long, hard cock, over and over.
“Haa……”
Seo Hyeonji let out a quiet sigh. Just thinking about his cock—or even just his touch—made her panties dampen again.
Twitch……
She ran her hand over the soaked fabric. Ah… it tingled. But somehow, it didn’t feel as good as Kim Yuon’s fingers had.
She slipped her hand inside her panties and rubbed her pussy, pushing a finger into her entrance.
‘No……’
It wasn’t the same.
The pleasure Kim Yuon had given her—the intensity—couldn’t be replicated with her own fingers.
‘Haa……’
Anyway, Kim Yuon had forbidden her from masturbating. That was probably for the best. She’d just endure it. Good things come to those who wait.
The longer she held out, the more intense tomorrow’s pleasure would be.
‘A video……’
Seo Hyeonji picked up the phone she’d tossed onto the bed.
Gulp. She swallowed and steeled herself.
Swish, plop. Swish, plop.
She stripped off her clothes in one go.
With trembling hands, she opened the camera app, switched to video mode, and hit record.
She propped the phone against a tissue box on her desk, then sat on the edge of the bed facing it.
‘……This is so embarrassing.’
Haa, filming herself naked and acting like a pervert in her own room—she’d never imagined doing something like this.
…Maybe Kim Yuon wasn’t the real pervert here.
Seo Hyeonji lay back, propped her legs up on the edge of the bed in an M-shape, spread her pussy lips with her fingers, and spoke.
“Ah, from today onward… I, Seo Hyeonji… am Kim Yuon’s slave. This isn’t… being forced. I’m doing this of my own free will…… I hope Master will fuck my pussy as much as he wants tomorrow……”
She stayed still for a while, unsure what else to say. Deciding that was enough, she got up and stopped the recording, then played it back.
Seeing her own belly and ass fat jiggle on screen made her blush. But what embarrassed her even more was the sight of herself striking such a vulgar pose and reciting those crude lines.
Her face turned crimson.
‘Haa, what do I do……’
She opened her private chat with Kim Yuon and hovered her finger over the send button, video attached.
She had to send it if she wanted him to fuck her, but she didn’t want to. If she sent it, he would see it—and that was mortifying. Showing him this side of herself.
Her still-damp hair, her soft belly, her bare face without makeup.
‘Ugh…… Should I put on makeup and film it again……?’
Beep-beep-beep—
While she hesitated, the front door lock chimed. Her mom was home.
She couldn’t film another take now. Not with her mom in the house—she couldn’t say those vulgar things out loud.
The question of whether to send the video or not remained.
‘It’s too embarrassing…… And calling myself a slave…… I must’ve lost my mind for a second.’
Seo Hyeonji set her phone down and hurriedly put her clothes back on.
She was about to go greet her mom when her feet stopped at the door.
‘……’
If she sent it, what would happen? How would Kim Yuon react? Would he hate it?
‘No…… If it’s Master……’
She pictured Kim Yuon’s cock getting hard as he watched her video.
She pictured him smiling while watching it.
She imagined him panting like an animal, stroking himself furiously. Her panties grew wet again.
‘……Should I send it……?’
Hoping he would use her as tonight’s side dish, Seo Hyeonji pressed the send button.