How a Courageous Female Claims a Male’s Cock
I came to class, but I couldn't focus at all. My body still felt weak from the first time in my life that I’d been pushed to continuous orgasms, spraying my juices everywhere. On top of that, yesterday’s events kept replaying in my mind. Yu Choa, you’ve finally lost it. To be honest, I had provoked Siho on purpose, wanting to be teased even more. I hadn't expected it to work quite that well, though...
I don't know about anything else, but right now, there is only one thought filling my head: I want to have sex, I want to have sex, I want to have sex, I want to have sex, I want to have sex, I want to have sex, I want to have sex, I want to have sex, I want to have sex, I want to have sex.
Thinking about what happened, it’s definitely possible. It wasn't just me who saw Siho as a man; he clearly sees me as a woman, too. Given how he usually treats me like one of the guys, I thought he’d be indifferent even if I showed him my naked body. But the moment Siho saw my pussy, his cock had gone rock-hard. His ragged, excited breathing had even tickled my wet pussy hole. Yeah. If he hadn't gotten an erection after seeing that, he’d have to be a eunuch. Or gay. Fortunately, Siho was neither.
“How do I make it happen…?” I muttered to myself. I was only a few steps away. Just a few more steps and I could complete the 【Virginity Graduation】 challenge. I felt this was the perfect opportunity. Things had gotten a bit awkward between us because of yesterday, but that was actually a good thing. We’d seen everything there was to see, the good and the bad. We’d shared photos of our genitals to masturbate to, and beyond that, we’d touched each other’s private parts. This wasn't some childhood innocence; this was happening as adults. We’d had deep, tongue-tangling kisses and heavy foreplay. We’d done everything except for sex. Since we’d reached the stage of foreplay, we could definitely do the sex part, too.
The problem was… the slip of the tongue I’d made this morning. “As long as there’s no penetration, it’s okay. As long as there’s no penetration.” I should have said that even penetration was okay. At the time, I hadn't been able to think about that. Still, if I told Siho I wanted to try, I felt like he’d go along with it. It seemed like he wanted to, too… but I couldn't just walk up to him and ask, “Do you want to have sex with me?”
It wasn't just that it was embarrassing and hard to bring up. What if he rejected me…? Looking at the current vibe, I didn't think he would, but there was a tiny, low-probability chance of rejection. Even after fifteen years, Siho sometimes defied my expectations. Like this time—I never imagined we’d do those things.
“Ha…” I rested my chin on my hand. It’s pathetic to be afraid of a 1% failure rate when it’s a gacha with a 99% chance of an SSR. Still, if I pull the gacha carelessly, I might end up with a dud. It’s hard. So hard. At times like this, I wish I could read minds. Then I wouldn't have to worry about this.
“Choa.”
“Huh?”
Before I knew it, Yesol was standing next to me. I realized the class had ended.
“What are you thinking about so hard?”
“Ah…” Sex. How to have sex. That’s what I was thinking about. How could I say that? “I was just spacing out.” I smiled brightly.
“Did you not sleep well yesterday?”
“Yeah, I couldn't fall asleep.”
I actually slept like a log. Not just like I’d fainted, but I’d literally passed out and lost track of time. When I woke up, it was already too late to make it to my morning class.
“Did something happen?”
“Nothing happened. Just, you know.”
Something definitely happened. I’d filmed a spectacular spy movie. Or rather, a project with a spy movie concept.
“Did I drink too much coffee?” I grabbed my bag and stood up.
“You didn't check your texts or answer your phone this morning, so I thought something happened. You just overslept?”
“Sorry.”
“Well, as long as nothing bad happened, that’s a relief.”
We walked down the hallway together.
“We’re going to grab dinner with the others tonight. You coming?”
“I haven't showered yet.”
“No wonder.”
“Why? Do I smell?”
“Yeah.”
“Really?”
“Like perfume.”
“Ah, haha.”
That scared me. I was worried I might be reeking of female scent. I had sprayed on more perfume than usual because I couldn't shower, and I was afraid I’d smell like the juices I’d sprayed everywhere yesterday. Thankfully, it seemed the perfume covered it up.
“It’s just us girls tonight, so.”
“I’ll pass today.”
“Why?”
“I’m tired.”
I was genuinely exhausted. The fatigue from those continuous orgasms was still lingering. My body felt limp and heavy, and my urethra was still stinging and sore.
“Got it.” Yesol nodded. “But, Choa.”
“Yeah?”
“I had one thing I wanted to ask. Is that okay?”
“Sure, sure.”
Yesol hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth. “Was Siho your childhood friend?”
I, who had been letting out a small yawn, froze in place.
“Huh?”
“You said that when he came to pick you up from drinks the other day.”
Yesol recounted what had happened at the bar a few days ago. Come to think of it, I’d forgotten. I was too drunk to notice then, but Siho had apparently told everyone in front of me that we were childhood friends of fifteen years before dragging me away.
“Our parents are close, so we’ve known each other for a long time, but we aren't really ‘close’ like that.” I’d lied to Yesol before, telling her I met Siho while doing a group project. To cover that lie, I told another one.
“Really? You guys looked close.”
“It’s more like a brother-sister vibe. Like a younger brother, I guess.”
What kind of brother and sister would touch each other’s genitals and engage in foreplay? It’s not like we’re related by blood.
“I didn't mean to deceive you, but whenever we say we’re childhood friends, people get all curious and ask a million questions, so we decided not to tell people we’re childhood friends when we’re out.” That wasn't a total lie. Every time we mention it, people act like it’s some magical, rare thing. So, unless it’s a special case, we try not to introduce ourselves that way.
“I see.”
Don't tell me... she’s interested in Siho again? I watched her reaction carefully.
“It’s still fascinating, though. Like something out of a drama.”
“It’s not some special, dramatic relationship.” It’s way more than a drama.
“Don't you ever get romantic feelings?”
“As if.” I answered, pretending to be disgusted. A few years ago, this wasn't acting—it was the truth. I’d heard similar questions back in school, too. Whether I had romantic feelings. Every time, I’d act disgusted and say absolutely not. As it turned out, I’d reached the point where I wanted to go beyond dating and get married.
“Would you have those feelings for your younger brother?”
“Well, no.”
“Exactly.”
Yesol nodded as if she understood. She didn't show any other interest. Thankfully, it seemed she had completely given up on Siho.
“If he’s like a younger brother, you should help him dress better. His base looks are such a waste.”
“Him?”
It is a waste. I know it’s a waste. But if he dresses up, other females will start wagging their tails and clinging to him. Even now, foxes are always trying to latch onto him.
“He was handsome, though.”
“Ugh, give me a break.” Even as I said that, I felt a strange sense of pride, as if I were the one being complimented. Siho isn't just handsome. He’s tall. He has a great body. And he’s a huge cock. I’m so glad Siho didn't go down the wrong path. If he had, he would’ve used that massive cock like a master key to fuck every girl in sight. That’s a nightmare.
As we talked, we arrived at the bus stop, and the bus pulled up right on time.
“See you tomorrow.”
“Don't be late tomorrow.”
“Okey-dokey.”
I said goodbye to Yesol and hopped on the bus. As soon as I boarded, it pulled away. Watching the campus scenery blur past the window, I fell back into my dilemma. Ah, I want to have sex. I never understood why the boys in high school would shout about wanting to have sex whenever they were bored, but now, here I was, doing the exact same thing.
“Right…!” I made up my mind. Come to think of it, every time I’ve gathered the courage to act boldly, the results have been good. This time, things got a little awkward, but our relationship took a giant leap forward because of it. How a courageous female claims a male’s cock. I’ll just put on a thick face and charge in.
“…We do have plans, after all.” With a heroic heart, I headed home.
* * *
“Ah………….” Like a mental patient who just had brain surgery in Shutter Island, I spent the whole day staring at the ceiling. How could I get past yesterday without it being awkward? That was all I could think about. Choa had acted like we should just move on if we didn't pay it any mind, but how could I not pay it any mind? Besides, it was almost time for Choa to come back. I hadn't found a way to handle it at all.
How long had I been spacing out? *Beep! Beep-beep-beep-beep!* I jumped at the sound of the front door passcode being entered.
“Oh… uh…!” I scrambled. Should I hide? Hide? I was pacing around, not knowing what to do, when the door opened. The person who walked in was, of course, Choa.
“Siho, I’m hungry.”
Choa was in her usual loungewear—a white tank top and black dolphin shorts. It was an outfit I saw all the time, but today, those dolphin shorts hugging her healthy thighs looked incredibly erotic.
“Make me some ramen.”
Unlike me, who had been agonizing all day over how to handle the situation, Choa didn't seem to care about yesterday at all, just as she’d said this morning. She really seemed to be treating it like something that could just happen between us. Was I overreacting? Was what happened yesterday really something that could happen between childhood friends? I even started to wonder about that.
“Oh… yeah… wait a second.” I pulled a packet of ramen from the cupboard and put water on the induction stove.
“Huh? Where’s the bed?” Choa, who usually went to my room with her game console, asked about the missing bed.
“Ah… that…” Should I tell her? “I threw it out.”
“Why?”
“It was unusable.”
Choa tilted her head as if she didn't understand. “Yesterday… the… the mattress got soaked all the way through…”
“Ah…” A faint heat rose to Choa’s face as she continued acting like her usual self. Right, the bed was unusable. Because Choa had been leaking pussy juice all over the bed and spraying her juices fwoosh-fwoosh-fwoosh, the mattress had been completely drenched in her fluids. I could wash the sheets, but I couldn't wash the mattress. I’d had to throw it away with tears in my eyes.
“Then where are you going to sleep?”
“I ordered a new mattress. I’m going to sleep on the floor until it arrives.”
Bubble, bubble, bubble. The water boiled. I added the soup packet to the boiling water.
“Want to sleep in my bed today?”
Snap! Crackle! I’d been trying to put the noodles in, but I ended up snapping them in half. Small pieces fell onto the floor.
“W-what?” I turned to look at Choa, holding the noodles in both hands.
“Sleep in my bed until your mattress comes.”
“N-no…” Just as I was about to refuse, Choa drove the nail in.
“With me.” Choa tilted her head up slightly and looked at me through her lashes. “Let’s sleep together for the first time in a while.”
Refuse. Refuse. Refuse. I had to refuse. “...Is it okay if I sleep with you?”
“Why wouldn't it be?” Choa’s eyes curved into a soft, playful smile. “Between us?”