How to Talk to Boys (6)
"Since I won, I get to do whatever I want, right? You promised."
"……Ha."
Right. I’ll be honest. It’s been at least ten minutes since I, Yozora, sobered up and regained my senses.
"Now, Su-a-chan."
"…Huh?"
"Are you listening? There’s one more thing I need to teach you…."
Was it when Woojin was comforting Su-a-chan, telling her she’d worked hard? I had been snuggled up against him, feeling good without a care in the world, when the thought suddenly struck me: Wait, why am I in his arms? As I continued to ponder that, every single text message I’d sent him came flooding back. I didn’t say anything, but cold sweat poured down my back from the sheer tension. I had worked so hard to act like a femme fatale day and night, terrified of letting my true feelings slip—and now, just because I drank a little too much, I was going to ruin it all? Gyaaaaak….
Anyway. Since it’s come to this, there’s no point in regretting it. Decision made. I’ll go all out to set the stage so our Woojin can eat Su-a-chan to his heart’s content… and then I’ll just pretend to be a little drunk, just a tiny bit, and act like I have no idea what happened once I black out later.
"Boys, you see…. They really love breasts, but… they also really love kissing, you know?"
"…Cut it out and get down."
"Nope."
If I do this, I might get a nice reward someday for offering Han Su-a to my Master, right…? Or maybe I’ll get punished for acting on my own… well, both are rewards to me, so it doesn’t matter. Hehehe….
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…Kissing is something you’re supposed to do with someone you like. How is that supposed to be a way to make a guy friend? Before I could even say that:
"Mmph…, chups……."
…Thwack, thwack. Beyond the sounds of a man and woman mating, a wet, sticky sound began to leak out, barely audible. The sound of two adults happily tangling their tongues together began to flow right next to me. Ah. No, wait. It wasn’t exactly the same; it was a bit louder. It was being forcibly shoved into my ears, thump, thump.
"Chup… phah… ummm……."
"……."
But, you know… it wasn’t as dirty as I thought it would be. It was louder than I expected, probably because they were so close, though.
Even as I wondered if I should really be here, I eventually wiggled my butt into the sofa and peeked through my fingers, which were covering my face, to catch a glimpse of the two of them. …Yozora said it, didn’t she? That guys like kissing. Just as much as… these breasts. A lot. So, I should probably study it. …Though I have no idea when I’ll ever get to use it, or if I’ll even be able to use it on anyone in the first place.
"…Get down. Now."
"Phah…. Whyyy…. We only kissed for ten seconds, and it’s over?"
"Yeah. I don’t like the smell of alcohol."
"I drank orange juice just in case of that…. …Doesn’t it taste like a cocktail?"
"Bullshit…."
In my glancing eyes, I briefly met Seo Woojin’s gaze as he, too, was checking the room. It was a very troubled look… as if he were hyper-aware of my presence right next to him. At that moment, Seo Woojin pushed Yozora’s lips away with his palm and spoke.
"Han Su-a."
"…Huh? Oh…."
"Don’t take what she says seriously. Just filter it out. She’s like this because she’s drunk."
"…Okay."
I was planning on doing that anyway. I could let the breast-touching slide since touching doesn’t wear anything down, but kissing is a different story. …I’ve read so many romance comics in my life. I’m going to save my first kiss for someone I truly like. That vow I made when I was young hasn’t been broken yet. …Even letting him touch my breasts was a bit difficult. The only thing I could really permit was him peeking at them……. Yes. Just that much. Since people of all ages and genders keep staring at me just walking down the street anyway… if I were to compromise as much as possible, that was the limit.
"…Phah…. You should take it seriously…! It’s all advice that’ll become blood and flesh…."
"It won’t, so stop and get down."
"Ugh…. You clueless eunuch bas… …Eunghak…?!"
Seo Woojin put his hands under Yozora’s armpits and lifted her up. Then, he stood up and shoved the pouting Yozora into the corner of the sofa as if she were a piece of luggage. …Does he lift Yozora up like that even on the bed, I wonder….
…Ah, so that’s why she calls him Master…. My imagination had become quite detailed lately, thanks to all the erotic comics I’d been reading. I blushed for a moment.
"Don’t worry about what she said earlier. Most of it is nonsense."
"O, okay…."
Leaving Yozora behind, Seo Woojin moved closer and sat beside me. Compared to Yozora’s always-bubbly voice, his was a gentle, heavy, low-pitched tone, fitting for a school nurse. A voice that didn’t seem to have anything to do with the word 'Master'….
"Think about it logically. It’s weird to let someone touch your breasts just to become friends."
"Th…that’s true…."
That voice of his was correcting the claims Yozora had just thrown at me. …Honestly, I thought it was plausible enough, but it seemed a bit strange to Seo Woojin. Maybe it’s because I’ve never made friends before….
"If you become close later, letting someone touch your breasts is natural, but when you aren’t that close yet…. It’s fine to start with much lighter skinship than that. It doesn’t matter."
"…Ah, aha…."
As he said that, Seo Woojin was wearing a very gentle smile. "Not somewhere as explicit as your breasts, but your hands, or your wrists. Or your shoulders…. Your feet…. Your hair…. Well, stroking those would be nice, too."
"Then what Yozora said about breasts earlier was…."
"She was just talking nonsense because she drank too much. …Think about it yourself. Have you ever seen anyone letting people touch their breasts on the street?"
"…O, of course not…."
"Right?"
Now that I think about it, that’s true. As I nodded timidly, Seo Woojin chuckled and placed his hand lightly on my head. It was a masculine, large hand, different from my small one. Yet, his fingers were slender and pretty. Of course, compared to my fingers, they were much thicker. …Thicker enough to make me drift into a bad thought for a moment before snapping back.
"Like this. When you aren’t very close, start with light skinship."
My head moved lightly at his touch. Swish, swish. Just like when my parents used to stroke my hair when I was a child. …But, something… that… is it because I’m a Mutant-type transcendental? Being stroked after nearly 15 years, and being stroked so gently by a boy, strange thoughts kept popping up, so I bit the inside of my lip.
…Pet play… was it called? There were a lot of those among the Mutant-type transcendental adult videos. Wearing a choker with your name on it, being pulled around by a leash while having sex…. That kind of….
"How is it? Do you get the gist of it?"
In the midst of my delusion, which had been constantly flaring up since I learned how to masturbate, Seo Woojin’s gentle voice scattered my thoughts. Somehow, at this point, I instinctively understood. To make lots of friends, I had to act like Yozora or Woojin. And I, perhaps, would find that impossible….
I looked up at Seo Woojin blankly and nodded.
"Then, shall we practice a little? Let’s start with holding hands, one by one…."
"Start with… hands…?"
"Yeah. This much is something anyone does."
"…I see."
Then, the whole academy is out of the question. Maybe just my class…? And up to Woojin….
Just as I was moving my fingers, which were half-poking out from under my baggy mocha-colored sweatshirt, in a dejected manner:
"…It’s frustrating."
Yozora, who had been clinging to Seo Woojin’s back, poked only her red eyes out over his shoulder and said.
"What is?"
"……."
Seo Woojin asked, his brow furrowing slightly. But instead of an answer, Yozora showed a smile that could only be described as very seductive. Habitually licking her lips with the tip of her tongue, she let out a Japanese-style nasal sound, Huuuung. Specifically, while staring straight at my breasts. And pointing at them with her finger.
"…Su-a-chan."
"…Huh? Me? I’m the one who’s frustrating…?"
"You said you wanted to make lots and loooots of friends……? I don’t really know why, though…."
"…Yeah."
"If so…."
Yozora, who had been clinging to Seo Woojin’s back, wiggled her way down. And then, she stood before us in the same sloppy pajamas we’d seen earlier. For someone who was about 160cm tall, she stood quite imposingly. However,
"Instead of wasting time holding hands, we should start with the erotic stuff…."
"……."
"……."
The words that spilled from her lips weren’t exactly that, but that’s what they meant. In other words, what Woojin told me was the standard way. What Yozora wanted to recommend was a shortcut. Instead of going through the annoying steps to get close, just use the methods men like to take the shortcut… that kind of story.
…I’m sorry, Yozora. I’m grateful for the words, but I think I’d be too embarrassed to do that. I’ll just start by stroking my friends’ hair and holding their hands, just like Woojin said.
"……Ha."
"……."
Eventually, Seo Woojin’s sigh was heard low. As I remained silent, fearing Yozora would get dejected if I were honest,
"So…."
"…Ah……?"
"Let’s skip the elementary school level, shall we…?"
Phihi, Yozora giggled, grabbed my wrist as I sat on the sofa, and pulled with both hands. What are you doing all of a sudden…?! My arm’s going to pop off, you idiot….* That thought lasted only a moment. Standing up unsteadily, I was briefly held in Yozora’s arms, and then, as I was spun around, Yozora kicked the back of my knees, forcing me to kneel on the spot.
"Maybe I should’ve tied the ends of my hair like Su-a-chan…."
I don’t know why, but Yozora knelt beside me. We shared a gaze, her long black hair nearly touching the floor.
"…Ah, come to think of it."
"……?"
"Paizuri. Do you know what that is?"
"……W, what’s that…."
…Pretending not to know what paizuri was, even though I’d seen it dozens of times in the erotic comics last night, I feigned ignorance.
"…Forget it. Just get up. Ignore Yozora."
"Whyyy…! I’m trying to teach you what to do for a 'close friend' later…!"
"……."
"And you’re already close with Su-a anyway…. It’s good for both of us if you just be a practice partner for a bit…."
Listening to Seo Woojin’s sigh slowly falling from above my head,
"…Hihi. Alright then, Su-a-chan."
"Y, yeah?"
"…Since you and Woojin are close, you can show him your breasts, right?"
"……."
"Ah, don’t tell me you aren’t that close…?"
Kick, kick. Listening to Yozora’s sweet laughter,
"……Th, that’s…."
"Aaah~ I guess you didn’t think of him as a friend, just a school nurse…."
"W, we are close…. …With Woojin…. We’re extremely close…."
"Is that so?"
As I said that with a trembling voice, I met eyes with Seo Woojin, who was looking down at me.
"……Hehe."
Yozora wore a beautiful smile, as if she were enjoying this situation. Watching her smile,