Chapter 3: Just Do Exactly As You're Told

Kneeling in the center of the bed, facing each other just as ordered—me and my female childhood friend in a posture that's far from natural. Still, in this moment, she and I are closer than we've ever been in history. Because our tongues are tangling inside our parted lips.

"Haa... smack..."

A slick, soft, moist little demon coils around smoothly. The tip of my nose brushes against her heated cheek, plush and yielding. Fine strands of her damp hair tickle teasingly across the knuckles of my fingers draped somewhere between her dainty earlobe and slender nape.

"There, slurp. So slippery. Mmmph..."

First kiss... I guess that's what you'd call it. The sensation is strangely electric, tingling all the way through. And right now, both of us are down to our underwear... Fuck, Kim Yejeong's skin feels so goddamn smooth against mine.

"Park Ji... smack. Slowly, slurp."

As the tension heats up, our points of contact multiply, and thanks to the rigid pillar standing at an angle, my panties—my chastity already breached—are grazing her thin underwear. Her full, heavy breasts strain against their bra, pressing insistently right up under my chest...

'If this keeps up, I might blow my load right away...'

...nah, that's a bit overdramatic.

'Gotta get Kim Yejeong there first.'

Mission. Make her cum once while I hold out for three rounds. At least I've got some confidence in my size,

"Hey, Park... mmph. Huph. Park J... mmph."

but who knows how it'll feel once I'm inside. Better heat her up as much as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠possible during foreplay—

"Hnnngh—!!"

Ah, kiss over. Kim Yejeong, who had been pressed tight against me just a second ago, now pushes me away, leaning back as she wipes her mouth with her fingers, catching her excited breath.

"Haa. Haa."

She looks pissed... maybe? The flush says she's definitely heated up, though.

"Haa. Haa. I said stop, haa."

"...Sorry."

"Haa. Heh. What the hell, seriously."

I loosely raise both arms in a gesture of contrition.

"I never said you could do whatever, haa."

The mood calls for another apology, but my eyes keep drifting to Kim Yejeong's black bra, swelling and receding as it flaunts its volume.

"Hey, Park Jiyong."

"...Yeah, my bad."

"You little shit..."

The lewd Kim Yejeong draws a shallow breath, then inches her knees toward me.

"You... just do exactly as I say..."

Ah, I'm in for it.

"...Scoot back..."

I ease my ass back bit by bit, shoving the pillow aside and leaning against the hard bed headboard—and beyond my sweat-damp back, the cool wooden surface contrasts sharply with my body's heat.

"Arms too."

"...Got it."

"Stay like that until I tell you to move."

Damn, milady's strict.

"First, you gotta... blow your load... before we do anything else..."

Kneeling, Kim Yejeong tugs down my panties from my waist—they were already on the verge of snapping—and finally, my rigid pillar springs free, drooling sticky precum.

Her gaze on it twitches for a moment, flicking to the condom wrapper at the bed's edge.

"I-It... won't be too big, right..." she mutters, half to herself.

"B-But you..."

"What."

"This... you've got it... groomed..."

"...Just how I usually do it."

"...Oh."

"Aesthetic reasons, whatever."

Kim Yejeong lets out a soft pfft, biting her lower lip. Ah, is this her way of lightening the mood? So, can I touch now?

"T-Truth is, I did a Brazilian... wax..."

Oh ho.

"TMI."

Thwack—urgh. Second gut punch of the day. Would've hurt if I hadn't tensed my abs.

"Y-You psycho! How's that not embarrass—"

"... ."

"...ing..."

...Why's she reacting like this? She's grabbing the wrist I just punched her with.

"Wh-What're you..."

"Tickles."

"...!"

I slide my thumb back ever so lightly, teasing the palm of Kim Yejeong's heated hand.

"L-Let gooo..."

"Not bad."

"Y-Yes... it is..."

Whoa, it's working. She's grabbing my dick with her other hand now. Fine, tit for tat...

"Can I touch too?"

"I-I'm already touching..."

"Not the wrist."

I drop my gaze to where her hips converge, and the slender hand gripping my shaft flinches, tightening involuntarily.

"Ow."

"?!"

"Gently."

"S-Sorry..."

"...Hurts like hell."

Lie. Not that bad. The pressure was actually kinda stimulating.

"Wh...? R-Really...!?"

But I nod anyway.

"...I didn't say let go."

"Ah... sorry..."

"Sorry enough?"

"Y-Yeah..."

"Then let me touch too."

Kim Yejeong's eyes waver in panic. Yeah, first time's scary, I get it. But I don't wanna drag this out.

"G-Gently... okay..."

"I'll try."

"Like the kiss earlier... if you go wild again..."

"Dropout's off the table. Trust me now?"

"...Yeah..."

Perfect. Now I can hit her hot spots.

"Going in."

"Huh?!"

"My hand. Going in."

Kim Yejeong flinches briefly, then bites her lower lip and nods faintly. I keep her wrist gripped in my left hand, while my right trails from her navel downward, slowly parting her soaked underwear.

"Hnn!"

She jerks her hips back a bit, but my hand's already kneading her labia.

"G-Gently, Park Jiyong, gently, g—hnn."

The hand caught in mine clamps down hard on my tickling thumb. And... she wasn't kidding about the Brazilian. Her slick labia feel like fucking paradise.

"Fuuuck... s-slow, hnn. Slowly, nn..."

"This is slow."

"L-Liar... haa, hnn."

"Haven't even put fingers in yet..."

"Hnnngh. Nnph."

Kissing now might ramp her up more. Should I ask? Nah, too awkward...

"Hnn... th-this... alr—ah..."

...She seems ready anyway. Let's go. I pull her wrist, drawing her in.

"Mmph!?"

Her tongue startles inside my mouth but soon adapts, wrapping around mine.

"Mmph. Hmmph. Mmm, slurp."

Her delicate fingers on my cock shake it desperately to fend off the pleasure, producing wet schlick schlick, slap slap friction sounds.

Ha... it's just a handjob ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠either way... but why does it feel this different?

"Heh. Hnnng. Sluuurp. Hmm..."

Good, that's it... Her lower half's plenty soaked now. Posture's awkward, but time to kick things off down there.

'She gave permission earlier, so straight to...'

Focusing max on sensation, tracing the folds... Thumb presses firmly on her hardened little clit like a button, index and middle fingers together teasing the inner lips... poke... poke...

"Sluuuurp. Hmm!"

Oh, her body temp's spiking ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hot. The hand on my dick goes rigid, twitching.

Instead of releasing her wrist, I slide to her back, fumbling the bra hooks loose.

"Hnnm...?! Nnm. Hmm. Smm."

Hey hey, easy. Pressed this close, your bra won't come off, Kim Yejeong.

"Hehek—!"

I gently grab her nape and the damp strands there, yanking her head back in one go—her bra slips down toward our crotches, freeing her full breasts.

Squelch. Squish. Sluuuurp... Meanwhile, I twist my fingers inside her...

"Haa, haa, haa. Th-This itches so b-bad..."

Her face a mess with drool stringing from her lips, pupils quivering as she arches her upper body halfway back.

'Her thighs shaking too—that's fucking hot.'

Her breasts jiggle faintly, areolae and nipples too.

"Hnn, hnn, haaa."

"...Taking off your panties. Cool?"

"Heh, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nn, yeah, hnn."

Response on point.

"...But loosen your legs a bit."

"Kuhh. Y-You take your h-hand out f-first, haa, nn."

Yes, sorry. Schlop. Pulling out my index and middle from her pussy, she finally relaxes her clenched thighs, avoiding my eyes as she pants shallowly.

Admiring the sight, I grab one smooth ass cheek, lift her slightly to lay her back gently, then tug the side strings of her underwear...

'Whoa, stretched taut over her hips as it slides off...'

Hot as hell.

"Kim Yejeong."

Before her arousal fades,

"Condom... can I put it on now?"

...Silence in response.

"...Yeah..."

She mumbles permission at last. I stretch for the wrapper, tap-tap it closer with my slick fingers, and roll it on using muscle memory from jerking off.

'What a view...'

Condom-clad cock rubbing over her steaming pussy. Decision made—missionary time.

"Hoo..."

Am I really doing this? For real?

Forehead to the sheets.

"...Going in."

"Slowly..."

"Yup."

Squish...... Squuuish...

"Hnn. Slowlyyy."

Right now, Kim Yejeong's covering her eyes with both arms; I'm gripping the base and advancing half-notches at a time.

"S-Slowlyyy hnn..."

Tell me about it. Just the tip in, and she's clamping down like a vice. Even with the condom, this tight?

Squuuish... Grind... Sluuuurp...

"Haa. Haa. Hnn."

Squeeze...... Halfway in...

"That's pretty deep already..."

"Haaa... haa..."

"Gonna move a little, back and forth."

"...Yeah, nn."

Squelch... Squish, squeeelch...

"Hey, Park Jiyong. Hnnph. You know."

Squish... squish squish...

"Three thrusts inside, nn. If you can't make me cum."

Got it, no doubt.

"Knew that when I went in."

"You promised, hnn... haa, ahh..."

...Why do I wanna tease her? Deeper first.

Gulp.

"Hnnph...!"

"Like when someone drinks and spills on purpose..."

"Haa, aa... ahnnph..."

"Wonder if she'll remember tomorrow... or nah."

"Ahh, haa, heuph, I diiiidn't..."

Gulp gulp.

"I did... nghk. It... all... on purpose."

No pain complaints... up to two-thirds...

Thrust—thrust—

"Haa... Park... Jiyong... haaa..."

Deeper, faster.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

"You... hnn..."

Root-deep—

—Sluuuuuurp!

"There, we had our deal ♡"