The Heart-Shaped Secret
“Haa… haa….”
“Hng… hnggg….”
Heavy, ragged breathing filled the bedroom. I caught my breath and glanced to the side. Night had fallen, and soft moonlight was filtering in through the window. Ecstasy. That was the only word that could accurately describe the situation until just a moment ago. We had been tangled together, trading tongues, completely losing track of time. Since we were both novices, we’d accidentally bitten each other’s tongues, knocked our front teeth together, or tensed up until our tongues felt like stiff boards. But, well, I guess that’s the benefit of being childhood friends? Without even needing to say a word, we naturally adjusted to each other’s discomforts, researching how to make our kisses feel better.
“Haa… I’m exhausted….”
Choa collapsed on top of me, completely spent. While we were kissing, we’d adjusted our positions for comfort until we’d ended up lying down completely. Now, Choa was draped over me.
“How was it? Do you think it helped?”
Choa, who had been resting her head near my shoulder, looked up at me.
“I don’t know.”
“What?”
“I think I’d need to practice every day to know for sure.”
It wasn’t a lie. I really didn’t know, so I answered that I didn’t know. All I’d felt while kissing her was pure bliss. I didn’t have the mental capacity to analyze whether it was helpful or not.
“So, I’m going to borrow your tongue every day.”
I pulled Choa’s waist closer. I was going to take full advantage of this opportunity to satisfy my own desires. Choa was the one who started this, after all. It was like leaving a fish with a cat.
“E-every day…?”
I could see Choa’s pupils trembling beneath her long eyelashes. Her hesitation lasted only a moment.
“……I suppose I have no choice!”
Choa said in a haughty voice. “Who else but me would be willing to put up with a guy who reeks of being a virgin like you?”
“Yeah, yeah, thank you so much. Really.”
“If you’re thankful, then just—!”
She started to say something, but Choa hurriedly shut her mouth.
“If I’m thankful, then what?”
“If you’re thankful, send me some fap material before I go to sleep.”
Choa stammered. It was the first time I’d heard her say that out loud. Usually, she requested it via text.
“Aren’t the things I’ve been sending lately a bit too boring?”
“You seem like you’re pickled in dopamine.”
The video I’d sent recently was pretty hardcore. It was a Japanese video featuring an actress with a dog collar around her neck, having a vibrating dildo inserted into her anus while being passed around by several men for three hours, ending in internal ejaculation.
“Stop watching so much porn, you slut-pussy.”
“What?”
A chilling coldness washed over me in an instant. I looked up at Choa. She was staring at me with a terrifying, dead-serious expression, as if she were about to stab me with a kitchen knife.
“Take that back.”
“H-huh?”
“I said take that back.”
I felt bewildered. What was this? It was just our usual dirty talk. This level of vulgarity was part of our daily conversation.
“My pussy isn’t worn out…!”
Choa was angry. The reason was truly absurd.
“Alright, alright. Your pussy isn’t worn out.”
I patted Choa’s bottom and apologized. Was this even something to apologize for? I had my doubts, but since Choa was genuinely hurt and dead serious, I had to apologize unconditionally.
“Choa’s pussy is brand new! Unopened, fresh off the shelf!”
I’ll say it again. This level of talk is normal for us. But……. Saying these things seriously, not as a joke, made me feel strange. I felt like a woman in the Garden of Eden who had learned shame for the first time.
“Let’s not just sit here like this, let’s have dinner!”
I changed the subject to lighten the mood. “I’ll pay. Is there anything you want to eat?”
Even though I’d corrected my statement in a loud voice, Choa still had a scowl on her face, clearly still displeased.
“Shall we have pasta?”
“…….”
Choa whipped her head away.
“How about bossam? Should we have bossam?”
“…….”
This time, she turned her head to the other side.
“Let’s have malatang!”
Choa, who had been looking away, glanced at me. This was it…!
I didn’t like malatang. I couldn’t understand why people were so crazy about that oily, floating mess. On the other hand, Choa loved it. During the peak of the malatang craze, she used to eat it five times a week.
“I’ll order malatang right now.”
Just as I was about to get up to grab my phone:
“Ack…!”
Choa bit down hard on my neck. Not a kiss. She bit me with her teeth.
“Watch your mouth from now on.”
“…I got it.”
“You can call it a leaky-faucet pussy, or a sloppy, dribbling pussy, but if you call it a slut-pussy again, you’re dead.”
I nodded my head.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Choa nodded along with me.
***
As soon as we finished dinner, Choa went home. I thought she’d be lounging around my place past midnight since it was Saturday, but she said she was tired and left early.
I cleaned up the dinner dishes and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
“What is this……?”
While brushing, a red mark on my neck caught my eye. Looking at the location, it was where Choa had bitten me. The teeth marks were still visible, showing just how hard she’d bitten.
“No… I really don’t get it…?”
Even thinking about it again, I didn’t understand. It might have been unpleasant to be called a slut-pussy, but considering our usual conversations, was it really worth getting that serious and angry over? Still, I was glad we’d made up. I was genuinely terrified when Choa got that serious. There’s nothing scarier than a person who never gets angry finally losing their temper.
I finished brushing and went to bed. Drowsiness washed over me. The fatigue I’d forgotten about came crashing in like a wave.
“Come to think of it, I spent the whole day just kissing….”
I looked back on the day. I’d played games at the PC bang, came home at dawn, and kissed Choa. When we stayed up all night and greeted the morning, Choa gave me a morning peck. After going to the gym and having brunch, we’d spent hours in a deep, lingering kiss. It had been a truly long day. And. A truly ecstatic day.
“To think I’d be kissing Choa… hehe… hehehe.”
I wanted to express my gratitude to the couple who had been showing off under the streetlamp. Because of that couple, Choa had become interested in kissing, and because of that interest, she had volunteered to be my kissing dummy. Thank you! Overwhelming gratitude.
-Ding!
Just as my eyes were about to drift shut, my phone buzzed with a text notification. I reached out to the phone by my pillow to check it.
It was a text from Choa. The "promised goods" meant that. Fap material. Porn.
I logged into a porn site and opened my playlist. I sent her a few links to the most recently saved Eastern videos. Since she said the ones I sent recently were too mild, I also sent her one hardcore Western video link.
By the way, is it good to be sharing porn like this? Porn is fun to watch, but the process of finding something you like is also quite enjoyable. Sometimes you find something completely unexpected, or even find your "life-changing" porn. In the past, she was too embarrassed to ask me, so she found it herself, but at some point, that shame dulled, and now she just demands fap material from me instead of looking for it.
On the house? Did she find a doujinshi she liked? For the record, I usually send porn, and Choa sends doujinshi. Every time I see the doujinshi Choa sends me, I feel… Choa’s taste is so hardcore—where women are used like objects and violated—that it makes me doubt she’s even a woman. She enjoys genres where an innocent woman is corrupted, shaking her tits, and dancing a courtship dance while spreading her anus with both hands. It’s a taste I never would have known if we weren’t childhood friends. A taste no one else could ever imagine. Looking at Choa’s innocent and lovely beauty, who would ever think she’s a woman who enjoys such low-class, vulgar doujinshi?
-Ding!
A moment later, a text came from Choa. What she sent was a single photo. It wasn’t a doujinshi. It wasn’t an erotic illustration. It was a photo of a woman’s vulva. The pubic hair had grown out into sharp, prickly bristles, as if it had been a while since she’d waxed. The labia majora looked plump even in the photo. Two fingers were timidly spreading those labia to expose the pink flesh inside. It was a truly beautiful pussy. A pussy as firm and plump as fresh clam meat. It wasn’t darkened or stretched out. It looked like a perfectly ripe fruit, as if it would burst with juice if I bit into it.
“But why all of a sudden…… huh?”
Just as I was about to question why she sent a photo of a pussy, something shocking caught my eye in the photo. A heart-shaped mole on the right labia. It wasn’t a common location or a common shape, so as soon as I saw that heart-shaped mole, I realized who the owner of this pussy was.
She didn’t find it on the internet. The owner of this pussy is……. It’s definitely Yu Choa.