The Virgin's Declaration
"So, are you not going to do it?"
"Song Jiyoung, have you lost your mind?"
Yeah, have I lost my mind?
I sent a silent cheer to Jo Ayoung, who was saying exactly what I wanted to say.
Think about it. A woman who hated men suddenly playing the role of a cool girl? What on earth could be the reason?
Why? Pride?
'Huh, that actually makes sense.'
If it’s Song Jiyoung, that’s entirely possible.
She was always a delinquent, smoking cigarettes with an annoyed expression on her face. Back in school, she seemed to relieve her stress by beating up the bullies who picked on her friends. Even if she works out now, there’s no way that innate temperament of hers just vanished.
Honestly, if I had to pick a textbook example of a bully, she was it. Of course, I didn't know how she’d been acting out there lately.
"Why? You said you weren't dating. What's the problem?"
"No, that doesn't make any sense. Are you a slut?"
Whoa, that’s some heavy vocabulary.
Jo Ayoung seemed genuinely angry, not even hesitating to resort to personal attacks. But would Song Jiyoung ever be shaken by such a provocation?
"You're the one who said you aren't a virgin, too. Who was it that said caring about chastity was pathetic?"
Another clear provocation.
Song Jiyoung already knows that Jo Ayoung is a virgin. They were best friends who stuck together like glue back in school, and even after moving into my house, they shared the same room, sharing every little detail of their lives. If she hadn't had sex with me, it was obvious.
No matter how much Jo Ayoung bluffed, if Song Jiyoung didn't buy it, her "slut" act wouldn't hold any water.
"W-well, that's true, but..."
"Then it doesn't matter. I lost my virginity to a loser."
"Ugh."
Jo Ayoung stared at Song Jiyoung with wide, shocked eyes. It seems there’s a difference between knowing something and hearing it directly.
"Y-you..."
"Hey, listen. You know. You know why I hate men."
I’m actually curious about that. Why does she hate men so much? Is she actually going to tell her?
I focused on her lips. But she must have felt my gaze, because she shot me a quick glare before continuing.
"It's not really something I want to talk about, but even so, I had sex with that guy. It was surprisingly good. I finally understood a little bit why people go crazy and act like beasts."
"Huh? R-really?"
Jo Ayoung stuttered, unable to keep up with the situation. If I were in her shoes, I’d be the same. Sex, good, understand. Could those words really come out of Song Jiyoung's mouth? Something had changed.
"Yeah, I thought about it. I can't give this up. And it's the same for you."
"I-I..."
"So, let me use him too. I can only do it with this guy anyway."
Song Jiyoung’s declaration of pure love.
"You concede. In exchange, I won't stop you from doing it with him either."
Followed by the declaration of sharing a living dildo.
This was a clear insult to pure love. The declaration of pure love is hereby revoked.
Jo Ayoung stood there with her mouth agape, unable to say a word. The same went for me.
Still, I forced myself to squeeze out a question for Song Jiyoung.
"Wait a second, what about my opinion?"
No matter how much of a pushover I am who respects your decisions, do you really think I'm just a dildo? You can't just decide to "share" me as you please.
"Hey, Kim Eun-seong."
"Yeah."
"So, are you not going to do it?"
"..."
My timid rebellion was shot down by that single sentence. Without realizing it, I scanned her entire body.
A face with the charm of a cold beauty, sharp eyes and all. Her breasts were large enough, even if they didn't quite match Jo Ayoung's. A sleek set of abs toned by exercise, and a pelvis that looked twice as wide as her thin waist. The most refreshing, long-legged silhouette among all the girls in my house. And above all, that tight, firm pussy that gripped me so well.
She was a beauty I still couldn't believe I’d actually slept with.
Am I not going to do it?
Have I lost my mind?
I’m going to do it until my dick is raw.
"Look at those eyes. You perverted bastard."
I’d scanned her too blatantly, and Song Jiyoung glared at me with a look of contempt. The gap between that bully-beauty persona and the way her brain melts and she starts acting cute once I’m inside her is what drives a man insane.
Throb.
My second brain had already forgotten the tense atmosphere and was fully prepared to discharge its desire.
"The loser says he's fine with it. You're the only one who needs to agree."
Song Jiyoung cast her gaze downward for a moment, then tossed the decision to Jo Ayoung, who was still looking between the two of us with a confused expression. I wonder what Jo Ayoung will decide.
Thinking like this makes me feel a bit like a slut. I hope Jo Ayoung chooses to share. No, honestly, is there any man who would pick just one in this situation?
'Well, I'm sure there are. I respect those people, too.'
Truly. It’s just not me.
"I, I..."
Jo Ayoung bit her lower lip with teary eyes. She couldn't answer, just bowed her head and hesitated. Seeing that, Song Jiyoung smirked and tapped my arm.
Why? She pointed at Jo Ayoung with a nod of her head.
What. You want me to persuade her?
Thump.
She stomped on my foot.
"Huggim, you loser bastard."
Song Jiyoung growled through gritted teeth near my ear. Huggim? Ah, you want me to hug her?
I walked over to her, feeling awkward, and pulled her into a hug. What does this even mean? Am I just a bad guy in the end?
"Huuung... Waaaaah!"
Jo Ayoung leaned her head against my chest, sobbed, and eventually burst into tears as she clung to me. I was so confused I just stood there, holding her blankly. Song Jiyoung frowned and waved her hand.
Hit her? Now? Ah, you want me to pat her back?
Pat, pat.
"Huuuuaaah!"
What kind of situation is this? My friend declares she’s going to borrow a living dildo, she cries because she’s frustrated, and the living dildo is comforting her? Why is the woman who asked to borrow it the one giving the orders? What kind of vibe is this? And why are you making such a satisfied face?
What is it? Am I the only one who doesn't know?
I awkwardly patted Jo Ayoung’s head for a while, offering her my chest. I don't get it. Women.
"Geez. So embarrassing."
"It's hilarious. *Hee-ee-eng~*"
"Don't tease me, you bitch!"
Time passed, and Jo Ayoung, having finally calmed down, was bickering with Song Jiyoung on the bed. With my chest soaked, I stood there blankly, watching the two of them with an incredulous look.
Have you two made up? I can't keep up with this.
"Hey, Song-ji. I have a confession."
"Yeah, that you're a virgin?"
"Uh...? How did you know?"
"Fucking hell, I can tell. Have I only known you for a day or two?"
"Ugh. So annoying. You knew and you still did that?"
Bickering again. Is this "girl talk"? I’ve just been watching, but I can’t keep up with the tempo. I felt alienated, like a spare tire left in the corner.
"Was it really good? It must have been so sudden. There's no way you sucked and licked that loser's dick."
"No, I'm asking you, did you really suck that? Crazy, how can you do that?"
Ever since the sharing declaration, the walls between them seemed to have crumbled, and now they were saying anything.
"...I'm listening, you know."
"So what?"
"I'm saying it so you'd hear."
I see. I thought you'd forgotten.
The two of them left me aside and chatted happily, sharing their experiences.
"It's not as bad as I thought. It smells a bit, but it's fucking huge, you know? How should I put it... it's like the smell of a male?"
"Crazy, that's disgusting."
"Well, I go into the loser's room often, so I've gotten a bit used to it. Might be hard for you, though?"
Jo Ayoung said it with newfound confidence, and Song Jiyoung just smirked and shot back.
"Ha, bullshit. That guy's dick is so fucking big that when it first goes in, it feels like it's punching a hole in your stomach, right? But when you keep it inside, you get this weird feeling of being completely filled up. Like it’s a perfect fit?"
"Really? That's insane."
Wow, now they're even having a power struggle over who had sex with me. Well, this level of hierarchy battle is daily life for them. It’s just that the topic of their usual chatter has turned to sex.
Jo Ayoung had said she wasn't the type to talk to friends about her sex life. I guess she just hadn't had any experiences to share until now, and now that the opportunity arose, she was excited to blabber away.
"U-um, if the problem is solved, can I go?"
At my cautious question, both of their heads snapped toward me at the same time. Scary.
"Where are you going?"
"You, come here."
"W-why?"
I asked, but my body moved toward them on its own. Based on long experience, resisting in times like this is meaningless. I just had to choose between being slapped by an angry palm or just following along.
The two of them stared at me as I approached. I felt so humiliated. These perverted bitches are definitely trying to insult me sexually, aren't they?
"Why are you shaking so much? Afraid we'll tell you to strip?"
"Wasn't that it?"
"Are we bullies? You think we'd act like those assholes who pick on people?"
You guys are bullies.
The memories of my school days are vivid, so don't act so innocent. Of course, in middle school, they weren't the type to openly bully kids, but by high school, the rumors were so terrifying that even the male bullies didn't dare touch them. I went to a different school, so I didn't see it directly, but still.
"Don't be a coward, you bastard."
Song Jiyoung grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the bed.
"W-why are you doing this?"
"We're not going to eat you. Just stay there."
What the hell are they planning to do? I was terrified, watching her, when Jo Ayoung let out a small exclamation.
"...You're really touching him. Are you okay?"
"I told you. The loser is fine. I'm surprised, too. Maybe it's because we've known each other for so long."
I was surprised by that, too. Song Jiyoung actually making physical contact with a man. She used to run off to vomit even after a fistfight. Are they doing this on purpose to show me?
"Jo Ayoung. You said you were a virgin."
"Y-yeah. So?"
"Good. Since we decided to share anyway, we should be clear about this. I did get a head start, so I'll concede this time to you."
"Huh? What?"
"Today. You can have him all to yourself. Since it's your first time."
Song Jiyoung’s hand stroked over my pants. My dick, which had been erect for a while, twitched as it felt her touch through the fabric.
"Hmm... it really is a strange feeling."
And with that, Song Jiyoung got up and left the room.
"Hey, loser. Do it right. You guys said you do everything, right? Suck, lick, all of it. Don't hurt her, okay?"
"Uh? Yeah. Okay."
"You stuttering idiot. You feel good about sleeping with two women like a whore?"
Song Jiyoung opened the door and left without even waiting for an answer. The two of us were left alone in the room in an awkward atmosphere. Whether it's sex or anything else, she’s a woman of storm-like action.
"..."
"..."
Awkward air. I’ve done lewd things with Jo Ayoung several times, but now that they’ve set the stage and told me to have sex, I don't know how to start. Should I... take off my clothes? No, should I reach out with my hands?
"Hey, otaku."
After the silence, Jo Ayoung called out to me.
"Yeah. Why?"
"Why the hell... did you know too?"
"That you're a virgin?"
"Fucking hell, you knew since it popped out right away. Yeah, that."
"Roughly? For someone who said they'd done it a lot, there were a lot of things that were, well, awkward."
Jo Ayoung’s face turned bright red.
"Damn. So embarrassing."
"No, it was actually better. You practiced and approached me so actively."
"Shut up. I want to die."
Jo Ayoung curled up and buried her face in her knees. I want to die instead of I'll kill you. It’s a very small difference, but she’s being so passive compared to her usual self that it’s turning me on.
'Am I crazy?'
Did my brain circuit get messed up just thinking about having sex with Jo Ayoung? But can I really do it?
"Hey."
"Yeah, speak."
While I was hesitating, Jo Ayoung opened her mouth. Did the moment finally come?
"I haven't forgiven you. Do you know how much I looked forward to my first experience?"
"Uh, yeah. Sorry."
Then you should have shown it! Instead of gritting your teeth and pretending otherwise, playing these weird mind games. It’s your own fault. You were the one who provoked Song Jiyoung and made her go off the rails.
"It's so unfair, fuck."
Listening to Jo Ayoung’s tearful voice, I had no choice but to quietly bow my head. It’s unfair for me, too. Did I do it because I wanted to? ...Correction. Did I do it because I desired it?
Even so, I can't just waste time like this. If I leave without doing anything until tomorrow morning in this situation, how am I supposed to face Song Jiyoung?
"S-so, what are you going to do?"
My impatient heart spilled over, and unrefined words tumbled out. Anyone listening would think I was desperate. What a stupid way to talk. But I can't help it. It’s awkward to make the first move, and it’s awkward not to. I just have to ask and share our opinions...
Slide.
Jo Ayoung didn't answer. She simply spread the legs she had been burying her face in, showing me what was underneath. Surprisingly, this crazy girl wasn't wearing any pants. Her damp panties were shyly peeking out from under her oversized hoodie.
"Hey. Otaku."
Still covering her face, she opened her mouth in a trembling voice.
"Do you want to fuck a virgin pussy?"
This crazy girl.
I fucking love it.