The Line Between Friends and Lovers
Do you want to bite my nipple? Craving maternal affection is a primal instinct embedded in the nature of men. Because they thirst for that comfort, men find their gazes drifting toward breasts—the very symbol of maternal love—without even realizing it. Sure, preferences vary by size. Some like them petite, others prefer them voluptuous. While individual tastes differ, I can state with certainty: there isn't a man alive who dislikes a woman’s breasts. You might say, "But I prefer butts over breasts!" That’s fine. But if a woman offered to let you touch her breasts, are you really going to say no? The reason I’m having this internal monologue right now is because of Choa’s question.
“……How are my breasts?”
Choa was holding her own breasts up with both hands, as if offering them up as a sacrifice. They were round and pretty, holding their shape without sagging, boasting a bounce like fresh pudding. At the tips, her nipples stood erect—dainty compared to the size of her breasts—and the faint, pale pink areolas around them were slightly swollen. They looked like large, perfectly ripened peaches. I had always known Choa’s breasts were large. How could I not? They made their presence known no matter what she wore. Thinking back to middle school, it was an incredible transformation. Right up until she graduated, they had been disappointingly flat, but after entering high school, they had undergone a massive growth spurt. I don’t know the exact size, but it was definitely an A, B, C, D, or even more.
“I’m asking you how they are……!” Choa, her tongue slightly thick from alcohol, sounded annoyed. At the same time, she leaned forward, thrusting her chest closer to me as if urging me to answer quickly.
“What the… are you crazy…!” I barely managed to hold onto the fraying threads of my reason. This was dangerous. If I let my guard down for even a second, I felt like I would pounce on her. To someone like me, who has always wanted to hold her, this situation was incredibly stimulating, shaking my sanity to its core.
“If you’re drunk, wash your feet and go to sleep.” Choa was completely wasted. She clearly had no idea what she was doing. Taking advantage of her in this state to satisfy my own desires? That would be the lowest of the low. That wouldn’t be being a friend, or a childhood friend. That would be trash.
“You really shouldn’t drink.” I was just about to click my tongue and stand up when—
“I asked you how they are……!” Choa shrieked like a spoiled child and yanked my wrist hard.
“Whoa…!” My body tilted to one side, and I lost my balance. No. I’m going to fall. I tried to tense my calves to hold my ground, but it was useless. I couldn’t stop myself and collapsed onto the bed. Even as I fell, I used my reflexes to stretch out my arms, preventing myself from crushing her with my weight. I managed to stop that, but…….
My left knee had wedged itself between Choa’s legs. My two hands were pressed firmly against the mattress, one on either side of her head, pinning her in place.
“…….”
“…….”
Our faces were close. With the light from the living room behind me, my shadow cast her face into darkness. But her eyes were shining clearly. Her pupils trembled faintly, like a lake disturbed by ripples. Stars twinkled within them. And amidst those stars, the faint reflection of a man with his lips pressed shut was visible. I held my breath. If I breathed, I felt like my exhales would tickle her. It felt embarrassing. Choa seemed to feel the same, as she was holding her breath, biting her lower lip. A subtle silence flowed between us. Within that silence, a sultry atmosphere began to bubble up. What would happen if I just lowered my head and kissed her? I wanted to bite those soft-looking lips of hers. I wondered what her tongue tasted like. Those delusions opened their jaws wide, ready to devour my reason.
“S-sorry…!” I used every ounce of willpower to push myself up. I barely managed to pull back the tether of my sanity that was tied to the back of my head. If I had been even a second later, I would have crossed the line.
“Why… why aren’t you answering…?” Choa wrapped her arms around my neck. My body was pulled back down toward her. “Are my breasts not good……?”
“Hey.”
“I asked if my breasts aren’t good……!”
“Hey, Yu Choa.” Even when I spoke in a stern voice, she wouldn’t listen. Choa was showing a stubborn determination to get an answer out of me. Sometimes she gets stubborn about the strangest things. At times like this, I have to answer.
“Uh… they’re pretty… Yeah. They’re pretty.” I answered awkwardly. If it were the usual me, I would have made a joke or brushed it off with some lewd comment. But because I had already taken a powerful uppercut to the gut from the start, I ended up rambling.
“How much?”
“Hey, take it easy.”
“I asked how pretty they are.”
It’s hot. Heat was rising to my face. What kind of embarrassing answer is this……? We trade dirty jokes whenever we’re bored, but this was different.
“Ah… they’re just pretty. Just, like, really pretty.” My already poor vocabulary plummeted to an elementary school level. No, even an elementary schooler wouldn’t be this bad. This was caveman level.
“Hehe… r-really?” Choa giggled as if she’d just received a compliment.
“Then, since you answered.”
“Do you want to suck on them?”
“…………What?”
“Do you want to suck on my breasts?”
I froze, my waist still awkwardly suspended in the air. What did I just hear? I doubted my ears. Just as I was thinking I must have misheard, Choa spoke again, confirming it wasn't a mistake.
“……Do you want to bite my nipple?”
Her voice, laced with the nasal tone of someone drunk, was cute and coaxing, tickling my chest. The ticklish sensation spread throughout my entire body. It finally stimulated my cock. I could feel blood rushing to it, and something hot and hard pressed against her thigh. It throbbed, as if demanding to be set free. My gaze drifted back down to Choa’s chest. Her voluptuous breasts spilled slightly to the sides. Even while lying down, they maintained their teardrop shape. The nipples, raised at the tips, were as vivid as candles lit in the dark. I’d held back long enough…… I couldn’t take it anymore. I’m not a monk in training, after all. I looked into Choa’s eyes and said,
“……Don’t regret this.”
Regret what? I had said the words, but they felt strange. It sounded like I was talking to Choa, but in reality, I was saying it to myself. Don’t regret whatever happens to our relationship after this choice…… I wrapped my right arm around Choa’s slender waist and pulled her close. And then, with my left hand, I boldly grabbed her breast.
“Ah……!” As I squeezed hard enough for my fingers to sink into her flesh, Choa arched her back and let out a gasp. When I saw them bouncing, I thought they might be firm. They weren't at all. They were incredibly soft. The ecstatic sensation of them clinging to my palm was something I could only ever feel from a woman. I kneaded Choa’s breasts over and over. Every time I curled my fingers and squeezed, the tiny, erect nubs poked at my palm, as if asking to be played with. After kneading her breasts like dough, I pinched her nipple with my fingertips. The soft protrusion flattened between my thumb and forefinger.
“Haa…!” It was a sound I had never heard from Choa before. It was a breathy, coquettish voice. I wanted to hear more. I pinched and rolled her nipple between my fingers. I rubbed it in circles, then pulled it upward. Every time I teased her nipple, her breasts trembled, and sultry gasps echoed through the bedroom. Watching Choa in her most feminine state made my own masculinity pulse with intensity.
“Ah… hng…!” How long had I been pinching? When I finally let go, Choa’s right nipple was more swollen and taut than the left.
“Huuu…… ha…….” I licked her jelly-soft nipple with my tongue. The firmness tapped against the tip of my tongue. It didn’t have a special taste, but the act itself provided an incredible mental pleasure. I spread my saliva evenly over the protruding areola. The faint pale pink deepened into a richer shade. I opened my mouth wide, as if to swallow her nipple and areola whole. And then—
Chomp!
I bit down on her breast with my teeth.
“Haa…!!” Choa twisted her waist, reacting violently. She pushed at my shoulders, perhaps because it hurt. I kept my teeth set and nibbled on her areola and nipple. After biting a few times, I licked them with my tongue to soothe her. We had crossed one line that childhood friends should never cross. I raised my head to cross the final one.
“Choa.”
But—
“Huu… um…….”
Choa was fast asleep, breathing softly. While I had been busy sucking on her breasts, she hadn't been able to fight off the alcohol and had fallen asleep. Seeing her asleep brought my reason rushing back.
“I’m insane…….” I wiped my face with my hands, trying to regain my composure. I had been about to go further. I had been about to shove my cock into Choa’s pussy. And she wasn't even in her right mind; she was completely wasted. Should I be glad I stopped here……? I felt relieved, yet filled with regret. I looked at Choa’s breasts. Because I had focused on only one side, it was noticeably more swollen and pointed than the other. It was glistening, covered in my saliva. I wiped the saliva off her breast with my sleeve. I pulled her bra back over her breasts and straightened her clothes, which had ridden up. Finally, after tucking her in, I snuck out of the room.
“How am I supposed to look at her tomorrow…….” I’m terrified.