Show and Tell
"Yeah. Show me."
My response came out so fast it even surprised me.
"What? Wait, hold on. Just like that, no hesitation?"
Yeah, normally I would've stammered in shock, barely able to answer, hesitating like always.
But this was a chance.
My whole life, I'd never even smelled a woman's body, let alone touched one—just pixels on a monitor. And yet, for the past two years living with these girls, I'd seen them in all their defenseless glory countless times. Do you know how torturous that was?
Girls who didn't see me as a man, not even as a person. Panties as standard wear, strutting around post-shower with just a towel—and I'd hole up in my room corner jerking off. If there's a guy who wouldn't jack off after that, come show me.
As Hyeji spilled, every night they gasped and moaned in my fantasies. And now, this close, in this lewd atmosphere? If I held back here, I'd be worse than a total loser—I'd be a eunuch.
Giving up my manhood.
"Want me to show you first?"
"Uh, wha? No, that's..."
Jo Ayoung's face flushed beet red as her eyes darted around.
Another attempt to play it off as a joke. Not this time.
No more escape routes for her.
"Look."
I shot up, grabbed my pant waistband, and yanked them down.
My track pants slid off with a whoosh, and my rock-hard cock strained blatantly against my drawers, outline crystal clear.
The fabric was stretched to its limit, trembling.
"W-Wowww..."
Ayoung's gaze naturally dropped at my sudden move, staring blankly at my crotch and letting out a gasp of awe.
Not a bad reaction.
This is gonna work.
Feeling her eyes locked on my monster, I slowly hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled down.
The massively swollen shaft caught, refusing to budge easily.
I could've adjusted with my hand, but this visual tug-of-war was way hotter.
Finally, the band slipped past, and my cock sprang free, defying gravity into the air.
Her eyes shook with it.
"Fucking insane."
Her eyes went wide.
The mighty 21cm beast, veins bulging.
Not quite monster-class, but unmeasured root buried in fat left growth potential—this was my treasure.
"There, I showed you. Your turn."
"Huh?"
Ayoung gawked, mesmerized by my dick, then snapped to and shuddered.
"We agreed to show each other. I did mine. Your turn. Fair's fair."
"W-Wait. I was just joking..."
"No way, right? You didn't just say it for show?"
I cut her off before she could finish.
No backing down.
Sure, I'd been their pushover all this time, but not now.
Whiny or clingy, I'd push till I saw it.
"It's a promise. You hate promise-breakers most, remember?"
I stepped closer, dick swinging, and she recoiled, turning her head.
"N-No... boobs. Can I just show boobs? I can do that."
Her hands fidgeted, clutching her shirt hem—uncharacteristically meek for Jo Ayoung.
This'll work.
"Don't make me laugh. You wear shirts sheer enough to show everything anyway. I even know your nipples are slightly inverted."
"Y-You perv! Don't say that shit!"
She squeezed her eyes shut and shrieked.
What? She rubs 'em casually all the time, now playing innocent?
I stepped closer, thrusting my cock forward.
This thing's power was unreal—even Jo Ayoung froze.
"This is too much. You show something this embarrassing and bail? That's cheating."
"Em-embarrassing my ass. Fucking bold swinging that thing—put it away."
"Put it away~ while staring at my dick."
"Argh! Fuck!"
She scowled and yelled.
I flinched instinctively, curling up and backing away.
Damn total loser DNA.
So close, too.
Glancing sideways, thinking it'd failed—she had her eyes shut tight, lips bitten, hand on her dolphin pants waistband.
"F-Fine. Just show and done. Fuck, whatever."
"For real?"
Eyes still closed, she slowly pulled down.
Whoosh.
Pants and panties slid down, etching into my eyes: pale skin emerging, mysterious mound, shy slit between thighs.
Bald, smooth white pussy.
Far from her usual dirty-talk self, plump pink labia neatly sealed—purity incarnate.
"Th-There. Happy, perv...?"
Face exploding red, she averted her eyes, thighs trying to clamp.
"Wait, hold on."
I dropped to my knees unthinkingly, reaching to stop her thighs from closing.
"Kyaa! You psycho, don't touch!"
Her kick nailed my face instantly.
But I saw it.
Lifted leg parting the slit just a bit—that secret crevice.
"It's show and tell! Don't cover."
"Fine, let go, you crazy perv!"
I released, and her legs snapped shut.
"You're insane, Jo Ayoung. This is crazy."
She muttered, but no move to pull up her pants.
We knelt facing each other, staring blankly at each other's privates.
"..."
"..."
Silence blanketed the living room.
This... a real pussy.
Not pixels—touchable reality.
Even prettier than imagined.
Soft-looking flesh over the slit, cute protruding clit begging to be touched.
"So pretty..."
The awe slipped out.
My dick nodded agreement, bobbing.
Hope of finally functioning made precum drool from the tip, glaring at her pussy.
"Perv. What the hell."
She covered her mouth with her arm, whipping her head away.
But her gaze stayed glued below.
Feeling it, my cock twitched, veins pulsing on the shaft.
"Perverted otaku dickhead. Leaking precum everywhere. Wipe it."
"Says the one who's soaking wet right now."
"What? No way."
Tranced, she trailed a finger down her slit.
Show-and-tell evolved to masturbation demo.
Squelch.
"Hngh."
Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
The unbelievable sight short-circuited my brain.
She just stroked her own pussy and moaned?
Drooling juices?
Her face was frozen in shock, staring blankly at me—clearly unplanned.
Her halted finger dripped sticky fluid, stretching a long string.
I gulped involuntarily. But I wasn't the only one swallowing.
"Hey... just touch it once..."
Drunk on the mood, her hazy eyes murmured as—
Beep beep—click click.
Door lock chimed.
"Gasp!"
"Fuck!"
We screamed in unison, yanking pants up at light speed.
"We're home~ Ugh, fucking exhausting."
Kang Yena groaned, back from her cafe shift.
Stepping into the living room, she faced me awkwardly clutching my pants and beet-red Jo Ayoung.
"Huh? What're you two up to?"
"You crazy perverted otaku! I'm never doing it with you! Never!"
Tears welling, Ayoung kicked at me wildly. Unable to fight her shame-fueled reflex violence, I curled up hiding my still-hard dick, taking hits like a sandbag.
"What? Lost a game again? Eun-seong's good at 'em."
"Shut up! Fat pig! Pervert!"
Her kicks rained fury.
Harder than usual, but weirdly painless.
Hehe.
***
BAM!
Jo Ayoung stormed to her room, slamming the door like it'd shatter.
Shame-induced flight or regret-fueled rage? No telling.
But I saw it.
Her pussy.
"Hehe. Nice."
"Eun-seong, didn't know you were into that... Should've stepped on you more if I'd known."
Yena tossed her plastic bag on the table, pitying me.
"No, that's not my thing."
"Bull. You were grinning the whole time she kicked you."
"There's a reason."
"What reason?"
"Uh... I won a huge bet."
"Oh, yeah?"
Yena didn't doubt a bit.
Of course. Who'd imagine me—a seven-year total loser—seeing Ayoung's pussy, wetting it with just a look?
Lifelong achievement.
Enough jerk-off fodder for a year, memories as side dish.
"Stop grinning and sit. Boss gave us these."
Yena pulled out tteokbokki skewers from the bag.
Clearing cafe inventory.
Trend's old; stockpile time.
"Not my fave—too mild."
"Eat something healthy for fuck's sake. Not just ice cream binges."
"Not healthy. Marshmallow coating's calorie bomb."
"Fuck, then don't eat it. Ungrateful pig."
"Sorry. I'll eat."
Brain melted from the Ayoung event, I guess.
I sat meekly, grabbing a skewer.
"Hey, don't drop crumbs everywhere."
"I'll clean it anyway."
"What day is it? Sassback much?"
Rough words, but she tossed me a wet wipe.
Mouth like a rag, but kindest of the four—thoughtful delinquent.
Nice delinquent? Weird combo, but.
Leader keeping runaway girls together, not rotten to the core.
I wanna believe that.
"Ugh, such a slob."
"Slob's a compliment; 'sloppy' fits now."
"Yeah, you're smart. Take the punch."
Her fist thudded my chest.
"Ow..."
"Hit you to hurt. Ticklish?"
She smirked as I rubbed.
"Ugh, total loser. Can't let anything slide? How'd I end up with a loser like you."
"You barged in."
Lonely in the empty house.
She was first, runaway needing a place.
Reason unknown, didn't care. Needed warmth too.
"So sis plays with you. Grateful?"
"...Pay rent."
"Shut up. Shower time."
That rude bitch. Dodges when cornered.
Yena vanished into the bathroom.
They work now—should self-liberate, but no sign.
Seoul free room/board? Huge perk.
Good they appreciate a bit now, buying snacks amid gripes.
Issue: Can't ask 'em to leave.
Honestly, money's no issue.
Dad loved investments.
Legacy: crypto/stock accounts ballooned dozens-fold.
Enough to coast forever.
Could get 'em an officetel easy.
But don't wanna.
Used to the bustle after time together.
House'd be too empty without 'em.
Plus, they turned me on—gotta take responsibility.
Still dream of delinquent harem.
"Hey, Kim Eun-seong! Grab panties from the closet!"
Yena yelled from the bathroom, snapping my reverie.
Ruining the mood. Am I panty shuttle?
"...Get 'em before going in."
"Too late, water's on. Lazy to come out. Hurry!"
True. Weirdly wanna grant their requests.
Deep-rooted loser instinct.
Harem dreams? Still delusions.
***
Before sunset, I crashed into bed.
Night shift means daytime's my night.
Couldn't sleep right away, though.
Recalled Ayoung's pussy, busted three loads refreshingly.
Normally sage time depression, but today different.
Etched image maxed imagination; fantasized till passing out deep.
Dream heaven.
Ayoung shyly spread her pussy, obeying.
"Aing, Eun-seong, please fuck me."
Did Ayoung talk like that? Dialogue felt off. Dream-me made her not-quite-Ayoung. Anyway, slammed into pink depths like daytime view.
Her pussy wet, sticky, writhing to swallow me.
Irreplicable feel.
Without stamina, I'd cum instantly—supreme pleasure.
"Ahng ahng joa."
Porn-like, soulless moan. Even dream felt deflatingly fake.
Couldn't recall her moans right? My fantasy her spewed vulgarities, cock-teasing vixen.
Still good. Sex dream with Ayoung.
Surreal bliss. Felt good enough. Normally wake pre-thrust; finishing in dream a win.
Wait, weird.
How do I know insertion pleasure this well?
Dreams remix brain data.
No input, no output.
This... not a dream?
"Hm?"
Awakening hazily, eyes cracked.
Slurp, squelch.
Viscous sounds tickled my ear faintly.
Odd—no doujin audio jerk.
Still dreaming? But rising pleasure sharpened, unrelenting.
No. Not a dream.
I flung the blanket.
Jo Ayoung gripped my cock one-handed, face nuzzling close.
"Oh? You're up?"
Grinning shamelessly.
