Sex Friend Haru (2)
The figure who pushed open the iron door was someone I never could have imagined. Armor that looked like it belonged in the Joseon era, a sword at the waist, and a wide-brimmed hat—up until I saw the hat, I thought it was a person. But that perfect triangular face. And the square rice attached to it. No matter how I looked at it, this was a triangle onigiri.
"Nalsaendori! You're back!"
Haru rushed over and hugged the triangle onigiri.
What... the hell? 7-circle?
To my shock, the triangle onigiri, which looked like a character from a kids' cartoon, had a whopping 7 circles. It seemed weaker than the village chief for sure, but the mana radiating from it was something I couldn't even dream of touching.
"Your experience points shot up so much I had a feeling... but I didn't expect you'd hit 7 circles! Thanks to you, I'm at 5 circles now!"
"I encountered a most perilous band of villains nearby. They called themselves the Rapists."
Unlike its appearance, the triangle onigiri had a deep, resonant voice like a seasoned warrior.
"No way—you beat the Rapists!?"
"I slew them, but they were merely a fraction of the group. I returned out of concern for my master."
While the two shared their emotional reunion, I asked Chaehee about the triangle onigiri's identity.
"Nalsaendori is the onigiri Haru summoned when she hit 4 circles."
That wasn't just any onigiri—it was a triangle one. Maybe the word "triangle onigiri" didn't exist in this world anymore. Made sense; no one had the luxury or need to shape rice balls into triangles. What used to sell for 700 won at convenience stores had become a lost technology of sorts.
"Unlike other onigiri, it looks insanely strong."
Not just because of the 7 circles—the outfit alone screamed samurai.
"Haru didn't want to be a burden in battle despite being useless at it, so she summoned him with that one burning desire. He set off on a journey to grow stronger right after being summoned, so this is the first time I've seen him too."
The reason for the summoning was extraordinary, and it showed in the reliable aura he exuded.
"Here. I found some merfolk on the way and brought them as a gift."
A chill emanated from the plastic bag slung over the triangle onigiri's shoulder. Inside was cleanly butchered merfolk meat. A combat beast that could handle fish like that... I wanted one myself.
"Whoa! Nalsaendori's the best! Let's go to the sashimi joint together."
Haru clung to the triangle onigiri's left arm and dragged it inside the sashimi place. They handed the well-prepped mermaid meat to the chef, who paid a hefty price for it.
"Oppa, eat up. My treat this time."
"Sure."
"You too, Nalsaendori—stuff yourself! No more going off far away, okay?"
"I grew strong to protect my master... Thus, I shall obey thy command."
"Hehe. Good."
I'd just sent off my own summons, so I didn't feel right lounging around eating sashimi alone. I timed it to get up casually, but Haru grabbed my arm.
"Why leave so soon? You haven't even gotten to know my Nalsaendori yet!"
Get to know a triangle onigiri? She'd been drinking since earlier, and her face was already flushed red. Was she drunk already?
"Drink up, oppa. You look down—best way to forget is to drown it in booze."
"...Yeah, maybe."
The sashimi went down smooth with the soju. By the time the plates were empty, my vision was blurring.
Have I ever drunk this much?
I'd passed my limit ages ago.
"Ugh... gotta head back..."
I stood and immediately toppled. Thought I'd flip the table spectacularly, but the trusty-muscled triangle onigiri caught me. Only the face was onigiri-shaped; the arms and legs were like a normal adult man's.
"I shall escort thee. Be still."
"Uh... yeah. But Haru..."
"Worry not—I shall tend to my master."
Reassured, I let go and blacked out.
*
I woke to a splitting headache and the stench of booze filling the room. It wasn't just mine.
"Mmm... mmm..."
I shook off the daze and sat up. Haru's sleepy murmurs came from beside me. This wasn't the cramped dorm—it was a spacious room.
Inn?
Haru and I lay on a large double bed, both in nothing but underwear, completely exposed. What the hell happened?
Gulp.
This was the second time seeing Haru in her undies, but the impact was still devastating. And way sexier than the first time. Back then it was plain and flat; now a fancy-patterned black bra tempted me to touch.
Weirdly, I—the guy who'd done filthy things to my summons—was rock-hard exploding just from underwear. My dick was about to burst.
Get a grip. Haru. Haru. My lifesaver.
She'd probably gotten farewell sex before sending off her summon... but half a day later, my balls were swollen like this?
"Ahem."
Tricky spot. Couldn't go out with a raging boner, couldn't wake a passed-out girl either. No choice—I slipped under the bed and lay on the floor.
Hard as rock.
Lying on this, doing bed duty—Jeri deserved awe.
"Jinwoo oppa..."
"Huh?"
Haru's voice from the bed didn't sound drunk at all.
"You're more of a gentleman than I thought."
"What're you on about?"
She slid up and smirked down at me.
"I figured you'd pounce. You've been hard since we met."
She was drunk, alright—saying embarrassing shit right to my face.
"Always popping boners... even I could sense your mana pulsing, it was embarrassing."
"It's biology... guys get morning wood whether they want to or not."
"Hmmm... really? So making Bidel suck you off right after summoning was biology too?"
Chills ran down my spine. She'd seen everything.
Why bring it up now?
"Think I didn't notice? Saw it all when you opened the bathroom door. Too ridiculous to even know what to say."
I had no clue what to say now either. She'd played it cool then—why dredge it up?
"Oppa. Don't you need a human girlfriend, not just summons?"
I was stunned. Her vibe was totally different—like a whole new Haru. Voice, eyes, everything.
"What's with the sudden change?"
"No big reason. Just wanna do it once."
From the cute, innocent Haru? Unthinkable.
"You drunk?"
"A little? But I'm fine."
Her speech was clear despite the booze stench.
"C'mon, oppa. Let's do it. Get closer."
She climbed down, sauntering over seductively, pressing her tits against my abs in just her undies. Was I dreaming from the booze?
"I can handle ugly guys, but boring ones? No way."
Haru rarely looked annoyed like this.
"Born in this village, life's been dull. Everyone's boring—guys, girls, all of 'em."
"This your real personality?"
"Pfft, don't lecture a drunk girl on personality. Tease."
She playfully smacked my cheek. Drunk or not? Unclear.
"When I found that weird capsule, instinct told me—there's still fun out there. Fuck me, oppa. Stick with you, something fun's bound to happen."
Fun my ass. Tell her my lame life plan—train summons to high circles for cash, stay home fucking them—she'd despise me and bolt.
Fun? Sure for me, rotating pussy. But to onlookers? Zero entertainment.
"Haru..."
"Yes or no—spit it out. Even drunk, hitting on you first bruises my pride. Keep yapping lame shit, I'm out."
Silence hung.
"Fine. I'll go..."
I grabbed her arm heading for the door, pulled her to the bed. Sealed her protesting lips with mine.
"Mmph...! Mm!"
I forced my tongue in, lapping her booze-soaked one every which way. Not great taste, but thrilling.
"Pwah... Knew you'd pounce if I gave you a shot, you perv."
"Can I grope your tits?"
I laid her on the bed, kneading those huge breasts with both hands. Kept the bra on on purpose—still felt amazing.
"Oppa, boring. Just shove it in already."
"Not your first time?"
"With people, yeah. Masturbation toys? Always in demand."
I spread her pussy with fingers—drenched, sticky. Not just juices; sweat-soaked with booze stink.
"Perv. Staring like that?"
"Checking your hymen."
She'd torn it herself, but it wasn't fully gone. Bottom half ripped around the hole, top still pink membrane. Recent, tiny vibe maybe.
"Told you it's gone—quit staring."
Truth soon enough. I pressed my throbbing cock to her entrance.
"Bigger than I thought... Should be fine for sex."
Drunk bravado habit?
"Slutty bitch. Time to break that habit!"
"What're you—KYYAAHH!"
I ripped through the remaining hymen roughly, slamming deep.
"Wait—! It hurts, oppa! Hurts!"
"What? Thought it'd be fun? Ripping hymens is a blast for me. Third time's still fun."
"You trash—! Stop, I said—!"
I hoisted her lower belly, pounding down like pistoning. Bidel and Jeri must've hunted—my circles hit 3. Booze cleared too. Game on.
"Moving now."
"Hngh! Urk!"
5-circle Haru could break free if serious, but position favored me. Plus, full-hymen-rip pain left her dazed.
"You beast! Who said swing your hips!?"
"Bossy Haru's not my type. Gonna pound your womb till sober good-girl Haru returns."
"Shut your bullshit—Hyang!"
I infused mana into her thighs—she squirted juices, convulsing wildly.
"What the—! Stop! This is weird!"
Trick from all-day fuck with Bidel yesterday. If summons struggled, how long could a human girl last?
"Weird? This the sex you wanted? Enjoy. I'm having a blast."
Could KO her in a second full-throttle, but just trickled mana into milder thighs. Light seasoning.
"Ugh... haang! Don't strut just 'cause your dick's big...!"
Ramped to inner-thigh, doubled mana.
"Hiyaaaanggg!"
"Sex comfy now? Gonna swing for real?"
"Wait... just wait—Hiiiik!"
I thrashed hips madly, grabbed tits to mana-inject—no rebellion possible.
"Weird...! So weird! Oppa, what'd you do? This ain't just your dick feeling good!"
"My dick sucks? Fine—shake harder!"
"Uuugh! Hauung!"
Stabbing virgin pussy everywhere—ejaculation built fast.
"Can I cum inside? No pill, right?"
"Uuuugh!"
"Ah. Shot it."
Thinking "maybe shouldn't" made semen gush like a waterfall from my tip.