The Practical Lesson (3)
The thing I’d seen just moments ago while Yozora was doing those… things to him—that stiff, throbbing cock, larger than the span of my hand—was now standing tall right before my eyes, casting a shadow over my face.
"……."
I had a lot of thoughts running through my head, but I decided to push them all away. Just like Seo Woojin said, it was nothing more than a biological reflex. Besides, this was similar to situations I’d seen in manga a few times. I hadn’t intended for anything like this to happen, but sometimes when you touch someone, their parts just start to grow, and it gets awkward for everyone involved… I just had to tell myself this was the same. I was only trying to wipe off the juice I’d spilled on his crotch. I didn’t have even the slightest intention of doing anything… anything like that with Seo Woojin.
…I didn’t. I really didn’t.
Since Woojin didn’t seem to have any intention of doing anything with me either, I figured I should just ignore this… this rigid, throbbing male organ as much as possible.
"I-I’m going to wipe it now, okay?"
"…Sure."
My face flushed, if only for a moment, at the scent—a fragrance even richer and more intoxicating than the one I’d smelled when I’d buried my face deep and licked him, back when Yozora was busy sucking on his glans with such devotion. Clutching a handful of white wet wipes, I began to carefully clean the inner thighs of Seo Woojin, which had become sticky because of me.
"……."
"……."
But soon, a problem arose. Because I was trying so hard to wipe him down without letting the back of my hand brush against that wicked, throbbing cock, my range of motion was incredibly limited.
"…Um, that… your… legs…."
"My legs?"
"…If you could spread them just a little…. Ugh…. Um…."
"…Ah, right."
"…Thank you."
"……."
It was a request so embarrassing my ears felt like they were on fire, and his acceptance was likely just as mortifying. With a light sigh, Seo Woojin spread his legs a bit wider, and I scrubbed his thighs with all my might, being extra careful not to let my hands touch his cock. I wanted this awkward time to end as quickly as possible. Since this was all my fault, I had to make sure I didn’t miss a single spot.
Less than three minutes after I’d started, ignoring the thumping of my heart, another embarrassing problem emerged.
"…But…. W-Woojin…."
"Yeah?"
"…Did it get on… there, too…? The juice…?"
"……."
I’d spilled it on his crotch; there was no way it had only gotten on his thighs. Woojin had said that close friends let each other touch their chests, and Yozora had said that close friends should at least perform paizuri, but actually grabbing that thing with my hand was… a bit much. I’d only managed to lick it briefly because Yozora was doing something far more embarrassing right next to me, which gave me the courage. But anything beyond that was just…
"…I’ll do it myself, so give me the wipes."
"N-no…! I just asked if the juice got on it…. Just tell me that…."
"It did. …More than on my thighs."
"…Really?"
But, we’re friends. I can do this. Somehow. Hoo…
"Why would I lie about something like this? That’s why I said I’d wipe—"
"…Then, just a second…."
"…! Hey, what are you doing right now…."
I could see the look of distress all over Seo Woojin’s face. I stared up at him from below, then, with a sniff, I closed my eyes and carefully knelt, leaning my waist forward to bring my face close to the base of his cock to smell it. I was too shy to grab it with my hands, but just smelling it wasn’t a big deal.
Amidst the intoxicating, rich scent of a male that made me feel slightly lightheaded, a sweet, faint hint of orange juice lingered. It didn’t seem like he was lying. Besides, seeing him wipe his face with a look of distress and embarrassment made it certain. Well, there was no reason for him to lie to me anyway.
"Are you crazy…. No, hoo…. Why are you smelling that? It must be gross."
"…Don’t worry about it. I just did it to check."
"You have to check something like that?"
"…Just because. Just in case."
If I hadn’t made up an excuse like "just in case" and had been honest instead… if I’d just told him I smelled it because I liked the scent of his cock, what kind of expression would Seo Woojin have made? It wouldn’t have been this subtle, mixed expression of 90% distress and 10% pleasure, like he had now. Would he have looked at me with disgust, calling me a pervert? Or, since they say all men love dirty things, would he have looked smug? He might have asked me if I really liked the smell of his cock that much, then ruffled my hair like Yozora did, shoved his cock against my nose, and chuckled.
"A-and…, you shouldn’t have any weird thoughts, okay…?"
"…What kind of weird thoughts?"
"Like, just because I’m holding it with my hand, you don’t… move your waist or anything…."
"…Do things like that even happen in romance manga?"
"No, no, of course they don’t!! But anyway, just in case…."
"…Don’t worry and just do what you want. I’ll stay still."
"…H-hey, that’s a promise, okay?"
"Yeah."
He was the one who had the weird thoughts first, yet he told me not to have any. Only after I’d secured his word that he wouldn’t move on his own did I finally…
"……."
"……."
I checked Seo Woojin’s reaction. Swoosh, swoosh. It was far softer and less lewd than a squelch, squelch, but I began to wipe his cock with the wet wipe. Holding it with one hand felt insincere, so I gripped it firmly with both hands and moved slowly. From the glans to the root, with the utmost care.
I’d only ever looked at it and licked it, but never properly touched it before. I could feel the hardness of this cock with my entire hand. So this was why he could thrust so hard into a woman’s body during sex. I’d felt it when I licked him earlier, but it was incredibly hard….
"…H-how is it? Is it okay?"
"…Is it okay?"
"I mean, am I too slow, or would you like me to hold it a bit more gently, or…."
"……."
"Why aren’t you saying anything…?"
"…Forget it. I don’t really feel anything."
"…Hng……."
Hearing his perfectly calm response, I let out a light breath and stared down at Seo Woojin’s cock. …That’s suspicious. For someone who says he doesn’t feel anything, every time I stroke it down to the root, he flinches… I can feel it all in my hands. It feels like a lie.
"…Really? You don’t feel anything?"
"Yeah."
"Then should I do it a little harder…?"
"……."
"T-to clean it well. Yeah. To clean it well…. …You never know, right? If it’s not cleaned properly, it might get sticky later…."
"…Do whatever."
"…You have to tell me if it’s too hard, okay? You know that, right?"
"…Sure."
Seeing him hesitate for a beat before answering, I was certain he was lying. I’d only just started applying a little pressure, and now the sound of the wiping was starting to mix with lewd, squelching noises. Seeing him knit his brows, it was definitely a lie. Umm. Why is he suddenly lying to me? Is there any reason for Woojin to lie to me? …Ah. Maybe he’s embarrassed because his cock got this big because of me….
"……."
W-what do I do? You’re making me feel embarrassed all over again, just like at the start. I’d almost forgotten…. Uwaaaa….
"How is it?"
"…No difference. Same as before."
"I see…. No difference…. Same as before…."
"…Why? Did I say something weird?"
"…A-ah, no? It’s not weird?"
"…."
I wiped my flushed cheeks with my forearms for a moment. Instead of the wet wipe, which had already gone lukewarm, I pulled out a fresh, cold one and carefully began to wipe from the glans, which was engorged with blood. I was the one who said I’d wipe it, so I couldn’t just stop after a half-hearted attempt and say I was done. I had to wipe as thoroughly as possible.
"……."
But there was one thing that made me anxious. If someone else saw this scene… if Yozora, whom I’d just moved to the bedroom, saw this, what would she think? Would she think, Oh, she’s just wiping off the juice she spilled? Or would she think, They were doing something embarrassing behind my back? …Even as the person involved, it looked like the latter to me. If Yozora saw it, how would she interpret it? I was worried about that for no reason, so I kept glancing toward the bedroom. I could easily clear up any misunderstanding since his pants were soaked in juice, and I’d closed the door tightly, but first impressions are everything, and I hadn’t locked the door securely….
"…Wait, stop your hand for a second."
"…H-huh?"
"I said stop. Your hand."
"My hand…? Why? Is it gross…?"
"…It’s not that…. …Anyway, just stop there. It’ll only be a second…. No, never mind."
…I hadn’t locked it. Just as I was thinking that, my wrist, which had been busy wiping his cock with the wet wipe, was grabbed firmly by Seo Woojin. Why, why is he doing this? Did he not like the new wet wipe? It wasn’t like the bedroom door had burst open as I’d feared, and all that had happened so far was me diligently rubbing his cock for barely three minutes….
"……."
…Ah. No way.
"…Hoo…."
"……."
In time with Seo Woojin’s sigh, I lowered my gaze slightly, just a little. I could see his cock, erect and so hard that the thick veins were standing out. I could see my hand, separated from it by only a single wet wipe. I could see Seo Woojin’s hand, gripping my wrist tightly to stop me from moving. I could see his cock, which was oozing a transparent, sticky liquid from the tip of the glans without me even realizing it… a cock that wouldn’t be out of place if it were to splatter my neck and collarbone with semen right now, just like it had done to Yozora moments ago.
"…Sorry. Did your wrist hurt?"
"N-n-no…."
"You wouldn’t stop, so I did it without thinking…. I’m glad you’re okay."
"……."
So that’s why he told me to stop. Hmm, hmm. I’d assumed it would take 10 or 20 minutes, so I hadn’t thought anything of it…. Is he… premature…? …No, that’s not it. When he was with Yozora, it took about 10 minutes even though he used his mouth and chest, not just his hands. So why was he already like this when I was only using my hands…? Does it mean my hand feels better than Yozora’s chest? To the point where he already has to hold back his ejaculation? I’d only held it lightly and stroked it a few times…! …Regardless, then of course the semen would….
"…You can do it. Now."
"……."
I swallowed hard and glanced at his cock, which was busy twitching. If I hadn’t been restrained by Seo Woojin and had moved my hand just a little more, my oversized sweatshirt, my face, my lips… would have been covered in sticky semen, and by now, the whole room would have been filled with the scent of male ejaculate….
"…."
I blinked, stunned by a sensation I could never tell anyone, not even my parents. I looked up at Seo Woojin, my thighs trembling.
"…Why are you looking at me like that? Do you have something you want to say?"
"…No. Not really…."
But there was something I wanted to do. Since I was already in the middle of wiping his cock, I had the perfect excuse.
"Um, …Woojin?"
"…Yeah?"
"It’s nothing else, but…. If, if you really… are going to… cum, can you tell me?"
"…I’d rather you give me the wet wipe. I’ll cum on that."
"Don’t do that…. It’s just…."
"……?"
"…I’ll take it with my mouth, like Yozora did earlier…?"
"…."
I said that, lowering my eyes slightly.
"It won’t taste good. Probably."
"O-of course it won’t taste good…. How could that possibly taste good…."
"Then why?"
"…Yozora said so. That close friends often do things like paizuri…."
"…."
"And wet wipes are a waste, so… a friend’s semen is… well…."
…Honestly, the wet wipes weren’t a waste at all. I just wanted to smell that semen I’d caught a whiff of earlier. I wanted to hold Seo Woojin’s semen in my mouth and smell it.
"…Ah, just in case, it’s probably better if I take it in my mouth so it doesn’t splatter…."
"…."
"……Hup… um……."
…Honestly, I’d already wiped off all the orange juice, and I was actually dirtying his cock with my own saliva, but I didn’t care about any of that.