The Crisis of the Childhood Friend
As soon as Siho walked out the door, I lost it. “Emeeeergency!” I screamed, racing around the apartment because I had no idea what to do with myself. A crisis siren was howling inside my skull.
“Super emeeergency!”
This wasn’t a joke. This wasn’t a prank. This was real life. I never imagined things would turn out like this. Every single time I’d offered to set him up on a blind date before, Siho had shut it down without hesitation. For him to suddenly show interest in dating and actually agree to meet someone… I genuinely hadn’t seen it coming.
If I’d known he was interested in romance, I never would have brought it up. The truth is, I didn’t suggest it because I actually wanted to introduce him to anyone. It was just because a friend asked me to mention it. And half the reason I even said anything was so I could tease him about it and have some fun messing with him.
“How was I supposed to know it would blow up like this…!” I threw myself onto the bed.
“Wait… maybe I misheard him?” There had to have been some temporary problem with my ears. That was the only explanation. Siho must have said no like he always did. Yeah! That had to be it.
“As if…!” I hugged his pillow so tightly I nearly burst it.
“No, this doesn’t make any sense.” If he’d suddenly decided he wanted to date someone, shouldn’t he start by looking at the girl right next to him? How could he show interest in some random girl when I was literally right here?
“Ugh, seriously…”
I was an SSR-tier beauty he could grope whenever he wanted. He could squeeze my tits, grab my ass and spread it for fun, or even slide his fingers into my panties and finger my pussy whenever he was bored. So how could he possibly be interested in some basic SR-tier girl instead?
Was I lacking charm as a woman? Absolutely not. My measurements were 92-61-94—pure feminine perfection from top to bottom. No way was I lacking charm. Absolutely not!
Maybe my body wasn’t his type? Nope. The porn and dirty pictures he sent me for jerk-off material always featured girls with big breasts and plump asses. Girls who looked just like me.
“Haaaah… If only I could turn back time…”
This was the first time in my life I’d ever regretted my own words this badly. If I hadn’t offered to set him up, we’d just be playing games together like usual right now.
“Uuuuugh.” I buried my face in the pillow I was hugging and kicked the mattress repeatedly with both feet. It wasn’t like he actually had a girlfriend yet… but just seeing how determined he was to go on that blind date made me depressed.
“Haa… What do I do…?”
I gave up on denying reality and started thinking about how to actually solve this problem. From Siho’s reaction, he was completely serious. That idiot genuinely planned to go on the date. If I suddenly took back my offer after bringing it up first, he’d think it was weird.
“Maybe I should just…”
I stopped rolling around on the bed and sat up.
“…fuck him myself?”
If he didn’t see me as a woman, I could force him to. After I let him shove his cock into my pussy a few times, he’d open his eyes like the blind man in that old story. He’d finally realize I was a girl. Plus, there was such a thing as post-nut clarity. If we had sex, maybe we could break out of this childhood-friend zone and start a new relationship as lovers.
“Uwaaah, if I had the courage to do that I would’ve fucked him ages ago…!”
If I actually had that kind of courage, I would’ve dragged him to a motel the second we became adults and gone at it like animals—pounding, thrusting, mating like beasts.
“Haaaa…” I let out a long sigh.
I needed a sedative to calm this chaotic mind. I reached under the bed. My hand found a single piece of fabric. Specifically, a pair of panties. Siho’s panties. An epic item I’d acquired from the laundry basket.
I’d been lying in bed sniffing them and enjoying some happy time until I heard the front door code being entered. Then I’d quickly hidden them under the bed.
“Sniiiiff… Haaaa…” The thick, musky scent of a male. I’d never smelled his cock directly, but the aroma that had soaked into the fabric was definitely what I imagined his cock would smell like. I pressed my nose against the part that had rubbed against it and inhaled deeply, savoring the scent.
Kyah! This was it. This was true masturbation bliss.
“Haaa… I feel a bit calmer now…”
It really did have a calming effect. My mind felt more at ease. Of course, my problems weren’t solved. Still, being able to forget about them even for a little while was something.
“Hmm…”
I kept sniffing the panties, then checked the time on my phone.
“He won’t be back for a while.”
Siho usually spent at least one to two hours at the gym, so it would be a while before he returned. Which meant…
“…should I go one round?”
Sniffing his panties had made me horny. My hesitation didn’t last long. Hesitation only delays the climax. I lifted my hips and yanked my pants off. Since I wasn’t wearing underwear, my smooth, bare pussy was immediately exposed.
“Wait a second…”
I was kneading my plump pussy lips when I changed my mind. Regular masturbation wouldn’t be enough to relieve the stress I was under right now. So today, I decided on something special.
I put my pants back on. More precisely, I put on Siho’s navy blue drawers that looked like pants.
“This feels weird.”
They were tight around my ass, but since I didn’t have a cock or dangling balls, the front just stuck out loosely with empty fabric.
“I look like a pervert wearing this.”
I didn’t just look like one—I was one. Wearing my childhood friend’s underwear that I’d fished out of the dirty laundry basket. Could there be a bigger pervert than me?
“Mmm… ah…”
Shaking off the dirty thoughts, I slipped my hand between my legs and rubbed my pussy with the edge of my palm. Siho’s sweat, his piss, his cum—the part that had cradled his cock was now rubbing against my pussy. Indirectly, his cock was rubbing me. The physical pleasure was less intense than when I frantically rubbed my protruding clit, but the mental pleasure was stronger than ever.
“Haaang… ngh… ah… aahng…”
If Siho took another girl’s virginity instead of mine after fifteen years of being childhood friends, I would never forgive him. No. That could never happen. I was going to be the one to take his virginity with my pussy. I’d suffered so much waiting for that day…!
I held back the urge to plunge my fingers inside and kept protecting my hymen. It was going to be my gift to him when he graduated from being a virgin. I’d originally planned to give it to him right after high school graduation… but it kept getting delayed and I still hadn’t given it to him.
“Haa… haa…”
As I rubbed my pussy over the underwear, the sticky juices leaking out completely soaked the fabric. The wet panties. I rubbed myself faster. My pussy lips squished and spread, catching the fabric between them. When I pulled it with my fingers, it resisted for a moment before sliding free with a wet sound.
“Mmmh…!” The moment it came free, the panties rubbing against my inner lips felt incredible.
“Haa… I’m going crazy… this feels so fucking good…”
It was regular masturbation, but it felt like I’d discovered a whole new world. As I kept rubbing, the juices the fabric couldn’t absorb overflowed, forming thick, cloudy droplets like semen.
“Mmmngh…!” I bucked my hips as a light orgasm hit me. On Siho’s bed. Wearing Siho’s underwear. Thinking about Siho, I came.
“…Not enough.”
I decided to do it one more time. I came again. Then decided to do it once more. Came again. Like eating instant ramen, I relieved my stress with these short bursts of pleasure. This was all Siho’s fault. I was the one who first offered to set him up, but he was the one who suddenly changed his mind and said he’d go. His crime was much worse.
When I finished my workout and came home, I heard the washing machine running.
“What are you doing?” Choa was standing in front of it.
“You’re the one who started it.”
“Y-yeah.”
Choa nodded like a broken robot, all stiff and jerky. Her behavior was suspicious.
“You… don’t tell me…”
I narrowed my eyes at her.
“What? What is it? Why?”
“Did you do something wrong to me?”
“W-what could I have done wrong? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Extremely suspicious. I didn’t know what she’d done, but since Choa was terrible at lying, I could tell there was something she found hard to say.
“Tell me the truth. If you confess now, I’ll forgive you.”
“I told you I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Then why are you doing laundry?”
“You always help me, so I’m just returning the favor. I even mopped the floor. The floor.”
Choa proudly pointed at various spots on the floor. I could see traces of where she’d wiped it with a mop.
“How’s that? With this much effort, you have to admit I’d make a perfect bride, right?”
Choa flashed her usual playful smile and puffed out her chest.
“Yeah, yeah. I admit it.” I patted her head.
“Haaauut…!”
I’d only stroked her hair, but Choa trembled violently like she’d been startled and let out a strangely erotic cry.
“……”
“……”
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. No matter how close we were, there were moments when things got weird. Like right now, when Choa made a sound like a female in heat.
I knew she liked lewd stuff and asked me for fap material every night, but this was the first time I’d actually seen her acting perverted.
“U-um… I-I’ll head home now.”
“Uh… yeah, sure.”
Choa fled the awkward atmosphere, grabbing her phone and rushing back to her own place.
“Why did she make a sound like that…”
I recalled the cry she’d made earlier. It had been seriously erotic. Normally when I patted her head she’d grin like a puppy, so I had no idea why she’d suddenly moaned like that.
Anyway.
I washed my face with dry hands and headed to the bedroom.
“Hm?”
The bedroom felt strangely humid. The smell of perfume was so strong it made my nose sting—she must have sprayed half a bottle.
“What the hell did you do in my room?”
The bed sheets had been changed to a new set too. Probably… she must have spilled food on my bed. That explained why she was running the washing machine. She was destroying the evidence.
“That much I get, but…”
I still had no idea why she’d made that sound.