The Mutual Exposure
What is going on right now…?
When I drifted awake, my senses sharpened, and the first thing I felt was a chilling sensation.
A mysterious hand was gripping my crotch.
It was holding the most vulnerable spot on a man’s body.
The kind of spot that could drop even the burliest, toughest guy in one hit.
Someone had a hold of that very place.
It was as if my lifeline was being held hostage.
If I moved too rashly, the intruder might just snap it off.
I lifted my head just a fraction to look down.
The intruder was curled up between my legs like a cat kneading dough.
Black clothes.
Black hat.
A burglar… that couldn't be it.
What kind of burglar breaks into a house to steal things and ends up pulling out a sleeping person’s cock?
The intruder sniffed around, smelling my dick.
The hot breath, accompanied by a soft, rhythmic huffing, tickled my balls.
By the way….
Looking closer, the identity of the intruder became clear.
Brown hair.
Long hair that reached down to her waist.
And the overall silhouette of her body was incredibly familiar.
A face peeked out from under the hat.
It was confirmed.
When you think about it, there’s only one person who can enter my apartment by typing in the passcode.
Yu Choa.
My childhood friend of 15 years was currently inspecting my balls.
“……What are you doing?”
Choa’s shoulders jolted in surprise.
Just like a criminal caught in the act, she froze with my dick still in her hand.
At first, I was terrified.
But once I realized the hand holding my dick belonged to Choa, the fear morphed into sexual arousal.
“What are you doing?”
I pulled the hat off her head.
The side hair she had tucked away spilled out from under the cap.
“Ugh….”
Choa hunched her shoulders slightly.
It wasn't like she could hide, anyway.
“…………G-good morning?”
With an awkward smile, Choa slowly tilted her head up to look at me.
“It’s not morning.”
I gestured toward the window with my eyes.
It was pitch black outside.
“Aha… hahaha….”
“For starters, why don’t you let go of that?”
“Ah….”
Choa pulled her hand away from my dick.
The soft sensation of her hand lingered faintly on my shaft, as if she were reluctant to let go.
I pulled my pants back up.
Choa, who had been unable to take her eyes off my crotch, let her gaze droop sadly.
“Shall we hear how this happened?”
I turned on the bedroom light and began the interrogation of the suspect.
“Th-that is….”
Knowing she had done something wrong, Choa climbed off the bed and knelt on the floor.
“I’m sorry!”
With her hands on her knees, she rolled her eyes around, struggling to come up with an excuse, before squeezing her eyes shut and bowing her head.
It was a position known as dogeza.
Choa knows that when I’m truly angry, making excuses only makes me angrier.
She knows I’m more lenient if she just apologizes instead of making excuses.
But there’s one thing Choa doesn’t know.
I’m not actually angry right now.
I was flustered, sure… but I definitely wasn’t angry.
“Are you out of your mind?”
I scolded her with a stern voice and a deadpan face, but I wasn't genuinely mad.
I couldn't even accurately define the emotion I was feeling right now.
At first, it was bewilderment.
I’m still flustered, but it’s been neutralized into a complex feeling.
Am I in a bad mood?
No.
Am I in a good mood?
Not exactly that, either.
If I had to put it into words, it’s closer to feeling restless and unsettled.
“Let’s hear why you did something like this.”
I pressed down on Choa’s head with my foot.
I tried to joke around a bit, like usual, to lighten the mood.
Something like this happened back in high school, too. Choa had accidentally deleted my performance assessment file while playing around, and she had done a dogeza then, too.
Back then, the atmosphere felt like it was going to get too heavy, so I had been the one to break the tension with a joke like this.
Usually, she’d scream at me to get my foot off her head.
But.
“Heeuuu………….”
Choa shuddered and maintained her dogeza position.
She was the kid who usually barked and growled like a chihuahua.
I had expected that kind of reaction.
But Choa just kept her head bowed silently.
Somehow, even though Choa was the one who did something wrong, I felt like the jerk for doing something even worse.
I slowly moved my foot away.
“Lift your head.”
Choa slowly raised her head.
Her eyes, biting her lip, looked up at me.
Her pupils were trembling.
Is it just my imagination, or do they look more like the eyes of someone filled with anticipation rather than someone filled with remorse?
“Tell me. How did this happen?”
As the interrogation resumed, Choa looked away.
“Yu Choa.”
“Th-that is….”
When I called her name in a low voice, she mumbled in a shrinking voice.
“…………I was curious.”
“I can’t hear you.”
“I was curious.”
“About what?”
“…………Y-your cock.”
Choa’s face, already sweating, flushed with embarrassment.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Cock.”
“Still can’t hear you.”
“Cock!”
Choa squeezed her eyes shut and shouted at the top of her lungs.
Seeing her act so shy feels strange.
It’s not even a formal word, just "cock."
We’re always trading dirty talk, so it’s not like it’s a word she should be embarrassed about, yet she is.
“So why were you curious about that? No, wait, never mind the curiosity—why did you sneak in at night to look at it?”
I’m genuinely curious about that.
“……I wanted to see the real thing.”
Choa began her self-defense, mumbling.
“I saw the photos you sent… and I wanted to see the real thing… so… I tried to sneak a look before leaving….”
Hah.
Well, damn.
How am I supposed to react to this?
If she wanted to see a real dick, I suppose mine is the only one available to her.
“I knew you were a weirdo, Yu Choa, but I didn’t know you were *this* weird. Even so, sneaking in at night to take off someone’s pants?”
“Th-this is all your fault, you know!”
“Oh? Suddenly?”
Choa lifted her chin high and stared straight at me.
“Who sends photos of their own dick as masturbation material?”
“Wh-wh-what?”
“Did you think I wouldn't know?”
I naturally assumed she wouldn't know.
But Choa knew.
She knew the dick photo I sent was mine.
How?
Just as that question crossed my mind, Choa explained it immediately.
“The scar on your left thumb.”
“Ah.”
I immediately checked my thumb.
There was a large scar crossing the second knuckle.
It was a scar I got back in middle school when I was showing off, trying to cook something delicious for Choa.
I had completely forgotten about its existence.
“Besides that, there’s also the mole on your right middle finger.”
“Ah.”
My face started to burn.
She knew?
She knew?
She knew?
I felt a sense of chaos knowing that while we were sharing masturbation material, Choa had been pretending not to know.
“Since you were the one who made me curious first, you’re responsible too. You sent something like a monster, so how could I not be curious?”
Is that how you want to play it?
“You said it well.”
“What?”
I pulled out my phone and opened the photo of a pussy saved in my album.
“You’re the same, aren’t you?”
Choa’s eyes went wide.
“This is your photo, right?”
“N-no, it’s not…….”
Choa turned her head away, fidgeting.
I knew it.
She’s a terrible liar.
“Don’t give me that.”
I zoomed in on the photo.
“Look here, look at this. This heart-shaped mole right here.”
“Ah…!”
“It’s not like it’s common for someone to have a mole like that.”
Moles are common, sure.
But a mole that forms a perfect heart shape is rare.
To think we were sending photos of our own genitals to each other as masturbation material, all while pretending not to know.
“…….”
“…….”
After the winnerless war of exposure ended, an awkward silence settled in.
So?
We exposed the fact that we were pretending not to know, but.
I don’t know what to say next.
That’s when Choa spoke up first.
“……Since we’re childhood friends, wouldn’t it be fine for us to see each other’s genitals?”
My dick stiffened.
"We saw everything when we were kids, anyway……."
That’s a pretty radical statement.
I’ll say it again: I’m not angry.
I’m not even embarrassed.
If Choa says she wants to see it, I’m more than willing to show her.
Of course, I’d ask her to show me hers in return.
Wait a minute.
In return?
I swallowed hard.
“Then show me yours, too.”
“Wh-what?”
“I said show me yours. You saw mine first, so it’s only fair that you show me yours.”
I used Choa’s cheat skill against her.
“Since we’re childhood friends, you can show me, right?”
“…….”
Choa’s lower lip trembled.
Her face was getting redder and redder.
I was worried she might explode.
After hesitating with ragged breaths, Choa seemed to make up her mind and bit her trembling lower lip.
“Fine…!”
Choa, whose eyes were spinning like someone drunk, stuck her butt out and kicked off her pants.
“I-I’ll show you…!”
With her face flushed, Choa sat on the bed and spread her legs wide.
Her pussy, covered by pink panties, was revealed.
It was erotic how her pale labia were barely peeking out from the sides of her panties.
“I’ll stay still, so you take them off and look…!”
Choa said in a voice filled with determination.
“Since we’re childhood friends, this much is…!”