The Morning After
“Ugh… mmm….” My body feels heavy. I can’t seem to put any strength into my limbs. My head feels foggy, as if it’s filled with smoke, and there’s a dull ache throbbing behind my eyes. I push back my tangled, messy hair.
“Mmm…? Yeah…?” I blink my half-closed eyes and scan my surroundings.
“Where am I………… Oh.” My eyes widen. This is Siho’s room. The fog in my brain clears, and the memories of yesterday, previously obscured by that haze, come rushing back in vivid detail.
“Aaaah…!” I groan, burying my face into the pillow. My face is burning. As if it weren't enough that I’d been crying out so embarrassingly, every time I reached my peak, I’d sprayed my juices everywhere—*splat, splat, splat*. I’d tried to hold it back, but… the more I tried to resist, the more the balloon of pleasure in my lower abdomen swelled, only to burst and make me feel even more intense ecstasy.
Even while I was climaxing and spraying, Siho had kept digging his fingers into my G-Spot. The constant waves of pleasure left me unable to think straight. Even when I begged him to stop… Siho just pressed his hand against my lower belly and kept tormenting my pussy.
“Ha… damn it… Park Siho….” It felt so good. I had no idea he had such a masculine side. I thought he was just a total novice. But then again, when I’d jokingly told him to bite my nipples while we were drunk last time, he’d done it without hesitation. Thinking about it now, Siho isn’t a gentleman—he’s a beast.
“And that other thing….” I recall the events of yesterday one by one. When I got on my knees to apologize, Siho had rested his foot on my head. I really didn’t expect him to do something like that. The moment his foot touched my head, the feeling of being completely conquered by him made me let out a sound I’m too ashamed to even think about.
“Ha….” I roll over and stare up at the ceiling. “To think he was hiding such a monster….”
Siho’s cock flashes in my mind. That length. That thickness. Just looking at it had been enough to make my pussy weep with emotion.
“…I’m wet again.” Just thinking about it makes me damp. I reach down, slip my hand into my pants, and start kneading my pussy. It’s not enough… yesterday was just too intense. My own hand feels so small. When Siho’s large hand was kneading me, it sent shivers through my entire body. I stroke my breasts with one hand and my pussy with the other, heating up my lower belly as I imagine yesterday all over again.
“Haah… Yu Choa… you idiot… hnn….” I curse myself. Maybe I was actually taken by Siho yesterday. Maybe I’ve been promoted from a childhood friend to a fuck-buddy childhood friend. But… this stupid girl was so overwhelmed by the pleasure that she passed out in the middle of it. Right when I was finally at the moment I’d been waiting for.
“Hnn… you pathetic pussy… ugh… you premature pussy… yeah….” Even dirty talk doesn’t do much for me right now. When I heard Siho actually call me a “pathetic pussy,” my heart had been pounding out of my chest. I want to hear him say it again. I want him to whisper “pussy” in my ear in that low, husky voice.
—*Squish, squelch, squish.*
I insert one finger into my pussy. The natural juices filling my canal slide out along my finger. I’d been avoiding penetration to save my virginity for Siho, but that seal was broken by his hand yesterday. Still, I move carefully, just in case.
That was when it happened.
“Hey, are you awa—”
“Eek…!”
Siho opened the door and walked in while I was deep in the middle of masturbating.
“…….”
“…….”
An awkward silence hangs in the air, as if time itself has stopped.
“I was worried… glad to see you look healthy….” Siho says, backing out and closing the door.
“Ugh… mmm….” My face is burning hot. It feels like I’ve been caught masturbating by a family member. No, wait—given our relationship, I *was* caught by family. Even though I showed him much more shameful things yesterday… this is a different kind of embarrassment.
“Augh… damn it… how am I supposed to look him in the eye now?!” I cover my face with the pillow and kick the bed repeatedly.
The sound of silverware clinking against plates is the only thing breaking the awkward atmosphere. I glance at Choa. She’s picking at her food with her chopsticks. I filled the table with all her favorite dishes, but she hasn’t touched a thing, just staring blankly at her rice. She looks like a ghost of her former self.
It’s uncomfortable. Not that it would be normal *not* to be uncomfortable, but still. I want to say something, anything, but I have no idea how to start. I can’t just joke around like usual and say, “Your pussy hole was so tight…!” This isn’t the atmosphere for that kind of talk.
After much deliberation, I settle on the standard approach.
“So… sorry about yesterday….” It’s an apology. Objectively speaking, I was the one who was molested first, but I’m the one who took it way too far.
“O-oh, no! No, no!” Choa waves her hands frantically. “Why are you apologizing… I’m the one who messed up….”
The silence returns. How many years has it been since things were this awkward between us? Not since middle school. Back then, we’d secretly watched an adult movie behind our parents’ backs, and we couldn’t even look each other in the eye for days after seeing the couple tangled up together.
“…How are you feeling?” Considering yesterday, her body must be exhausted. She didn’t just climax once. She came multiple times… and sprayed her juices every time.
“I… I’m alright….” Choa’s cheeks flush red, likely remembering yesterday. I only asked because I was worried, but it seems like I brought up the wrong topic.
“So… what do you think….”
“…….” Choa looks up at me, eyes narrowed.
“About yesterday… I was half-asleep and made a mistake, and you did too… so why don’t we just cleanly forget about it?” I think this is the best way to get back to normal. It’ll be hard to erase it from our memories entirely, but if we promise to forget, we might be able to go back to being friends.
I watch for her reaction.
“…Is it really necessary to forget it?” Choa continues, her face still flushed. “It’s true we both made mistakes, but… between us, isn’t that kind of thing something that can happen?”
Is that so?
“I’m not bothered by it at all.” Choa laughs awkwardly and waves her hand. “It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve seen yours, or you’ve seen mine. It’s fine for us to touch each other. As long as there’s no penetration, it’s okay. Just no penetration. Aha, ahahaha.”
She’s rambling. Choa always talks faster when she’s flustered. “I really don’t care at all. You shouldn’t either.”
Choa stands up. “I need to go to class.”
“Why don’t you take the day off?”
“No way. I have two major classes this afternoon.”
Choa heads for the entrance at a brisk pace. I follow her.
“At least finish your meal?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Still.”
Choa stands by the door, looking for her shoes. “Oh… where are my shoes… oh, right. I didn’t wear any coming over… ahaha…!” She’s fumbling around. Suddenly, she trips over her own feet.
“Hey!” I catch her by the waist to stop her from falling. Somehow, we end up pressed against each other. Her butt is pressed firmly against my lower belly, in a position that looks suspiciously like a doggy-style stance.
“Ah…….”
“Ugh…….”
Feeling the soft, bouncy sensation of Choa’s butt, my cock instantly hardens, as if it’s remembering yesterday. It pokes right into her hip.
“Aha…….” Choa lets out an awkward gasp, clearly feeling my crotch.
“P-Park Siho… you’re very healthy…!” Choa pulls away from my arms.
“Anyway! I’m going to class…!”
—*SLAM!*
“Augh…!” Choa rushes out the door and bangs her knee against the frame. She turns back to give me a sheepish, awkward smile before limping away and closing the door.
“…….”
A moment later, I hear the sound of the door to the apartment next door opening. And then:
"[Waaaaaaah!]"
"[Eek!]"
I hear a scream from next door. The soundproofing isn’t great, so I can hear everything clearly. There’s a lot of crashing and commotion. I’m worried, but… “She can’t possibly go to class in that state, right…?”
I look down at my crotch. There’s a massive tent pitched between my legs. Feeling the sensation of Choa’s soft butt, it shows no signs of going down.
“Ha… this is so damn awkward….” Choa seems to want to brush off yesterday as something that can naturally happen between us, but how can I possibly treat that as “nothing”?
“‘As long as there’s no penetration, it’s okay’…?” Does that mean everything else is on the table? It’s overwhelming, but it also stirs up some very naughty thoughts.
“Yeah, maybe….” To ease this awkward tension, maybe I should just make the things we did yesterday a normal part of our relationship, just like she said.
“……As if that’s actually possible!” I sigh deeply and rub my face with my hands. My emotions, which were already a mess, have only become more chaotic.