Hanna's Visit
I ignored the buzzing, vibrating phone and buried my face in my pillow. Agh… why the hell did I do that…
It was like being fed. Those sticky fingers kept sliding into my mouth, and in my hazy state, I licked and licked them until… I just fell asleep. When I woke up, I was on the living room sofa with no one around. The blanket covering me suggested that Eun-jeong must have tucked me in before she left. …And my clothes too. My pants, which should have been soaked, were strangely dry and fresh. The moment I remembered what happened last night, my womb clenched tight and an itchy heat began to spread through my pussy.
Oh god, seriously…!
I was screaming into the pillow when—ding-dong—the doorbell suddenly rang. What? Did Eun-jeong forget something? I dragged myself off the sofa like a zombie and shuffled toward the front door.
"…Who is it?"
"Just a passing robber. Open the door, please."
…It was Kim Hanna. Shouldn't she be helping out at her parents' restaurant right now? What was she doing here? When I opened the door, Hanna stood there in jeans and a light t-shirt, holding a shopping bag in one hand. Her dyed blonde hair sparkled in the sunlight, highlighting her strikingly attractive face.
"What, were you sleeping?"
"Uh, yeah… It's fine, just come in."
Hanna froze for a second at my disheveled appearance. Not wanting to show that mess to the outside world, I quickly pulled her inside. We ended up sitting side by side on the living room sofa. But Hanna seemed oddly restless, fidgeting like she couldn't settle down. Maybe she felt bad for waking me up. She usually acted so bold, but in moments like this she turned into the most bashful girl imaginable.
"So, what did you bring? Is it a present for me…"
Oops. Looking back at all the recent "gifts" I'd received, if this was another one, it definitely wouldn't be normal. At the very least, it would be on par with crotchless panties, an ultra-mini skirt, or those hot pants that were basically just panties with legs. …How had I ended up in a position where receiving presents made my heart sink?
"This? It's a board game. I brought it so we could play together."
"Oh, really?"
What could it be? The three of us had often had fun playing board games together, so I was secretly excited. I picked up the shopping bag that had been sitting beside Hanna. It felt surprisingly light. At least it didn't seem to contain any special tools. That greatly lowered the chance of it being something weird.
"You can't look inside. We're doing this tonight."
Hanna snatched the shopping bag out of my hands. What the heck? What kind of insanely fun thing did she bring that she wouldn't even let me see it? I was sulking a little, fiddling with my now-empty hands, when Hanna suddenly pressed a game controller into them.
"Let's play some games until then. I want to continue that zombie game I was playing last time."
"…Sigh, you total game addict. I'll get us some drinks, so go ahead and turn it on."
Hanna's parents were pretty strict. Because she was an academy student, they didn't allow her to play games at all. Even though she was a twenty-year-old adult… Naturally, there was no game console at her house. On days when she didn't have to help at the restaurant, she would come over to my place once in a while to play together. That was actually how we became close friends in the first place. When I first asked her, "Wanna come over and play games?" the look on her face had been priceless. I mean, it wasn't like I said "Wanna come over for ramen?" but… it did kind of sound like a pickup line if you heard it out of context.
I poured orange juice into two cups and returned to the living room. The game was already just about to hit the start button. …Seriously, how badly did she want to play?
"Here, juice."
"Thanks."
I handed the juice to Hanna and sat down beside her, picking up my own controller. And so the zombie game began. Hanna was having an absolute blast playing it, but the game itself was pretty standard. A classic action zombie title set in a zombie apocalypse where the protagonists slaughter hordes of the undead with various weapons while searching for the mastermind behind the outbreak. The character Hanna controlled was a blonde delinquent guy who smashed zombie heads with a baseball bat, while I played a beautiful mature woman who provided fire support from the rear. Even though playing a female character had led to this whole mess, I still couldn't give up my tastes. It's not like I was going to get sucked into a game inside a game inside a game, right?
Watching Hanna's character swing that bat from the backline, I suddenly remembered the old days. Specifically, the first time I met Hanna.
"Now that I think about it, Hanna."
"…Yeah, what?"
"Remember those punks you were fighting when we first met? They didn't bother you again after that, did they?"
The first time I saw Hanna was during an incident on the way to school at the beginning of the first semester. Back then, she had been surrounded by a bunch of delinquents who were hitting on her. Even though a girl was being threatened right in the middle of the street, the academy students just pretended not to see anything and slinked away. The sight made my stomach turn, so I kicked one of the punks hard in the side. That's how the fight started. …And of course, it ended with all of us heading to the police station together.
Hanna had grumbled that she could've won if I hadn't butted in, which pissed me off a little, but when she turned her head away and shyly muttered a thank you, my anger melted away like snow. After that, we asked each other's names, what grade we were in, and became friends in the most cliché way possible. Anyway, the incident was resolved, but there was always the chance those guys held a grudge and tried to get revenge later. …It was a bit embarrassing to only ask about it now.
"Hmm, after that they somehow found out where our restaurant was and showed up. Dad and I beat the crap out of them and they ran off. Haven't seen them since."
"Ah."
I'd met Hanna's father once before. He was a huge, burly man whose mere presence was intimidating. It made me wonder what he'd done before running the restaurant. Those delinquents must have straightened up after meeting him and never came back.
"But that was so long ago—why are you only asking now? I've been waiting this whole time, wondering when you'd finally ask."
"No, it's just…"
Hanna narrowed her eyes and glared at me. …I had nothing to say for myself. She'd been acting completely normal afterward, so I assumed nothing had happened. Feeling guilty, I silently rubbed my cheek against her shoulder. Suddenly, Hanna burst out laughing.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! When have I ever cared about stuff like that?"
"…Still."
"If you really feel that bad, let's order pasta for dinner. That'll make us even."
And so we ended up having pasta for dinner. I really wanted chicken though….
After we finished eating and cleaned up all the delivery containers, Hanna finally pulled out the mysterious shopping bag. So what the hell was in there?
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"If you hid it and it's nothing special, I'm going to scold you."
"Hmm… It is pretty special, actually."
What she took out of the bag was a wide, thin black box. Why wasn't there even a name written on the surface? When Hanna opened the box, I finally discovered the true identity of the board game. It was indeed a normal board game. Except for the fact that spaces like "Get Spanked" were written on the movement squares.
When I lifted my head with a look of utter despair, I saw Hanna grinning from ear to ear.
"That's exactly the face I wanted to see. It's perfect…!"
"…"
I now had a pretty good idea what the faces of the kids she'd beaten up must have looked like. But wait—if she landed on one of these, what would happen to her?
"If you land on this, do you have to do the same thing?"
"Huh? Why would I?"
"…"
Her shameless expression seemed to ask why I would even question that.
"No, if only I get the bad stuff, the game doesn't even make sense…"
"Look closer. There are good things too."
Good things? I examined the board more carefully. Let's see… Spanked N times, Remove one piece of clothing, Get pussy slapped N times with palm, Get breasts slapped N times with palm, Twist nipples for N seconds….
……Good things???
I whipped my head up to glare at her, but Hanna just smirked and began pointing at the board with her finger. I followed the tip of her finger with my eyes. Lick fingers for N seconds, Lick toes for N seconds, Wear a dog collar and bark N times….
Ha…
I sat there speechless, and Hanna began explaining the rules in an excited voice.
"We each roll the dice and move to a space. Then you draw a card from the deck with the number written on it and perform the action that many times."
Hanna picked up a blue heart-shaped piece and placed it on a space that said "Lick fingers for N seconds."
"See, if I landed here, I'd draw a card and… it says 8 here, right? Then you'd lick my finger for eight seconds and I'd pass."
Then she suddenly held out her index finger to me. I just stared at it blankly, so Hanna pushed her finger even closer.
"What are you waiting for? Lick it."
"Uh, um? No, we can do this after the game actually starts…"
"…"
Hanna's expression instantly turned cold. It wasn't the face of someone looking at me—it was the face of a stranger looking at someone she didn't know. Seeing that look from her sent a stabbing pain through my chest. To me, who only knew her warm gaze, that coldness was unbearable. I swallowed hard and looked at her finger. It was a pretty, long finger with a bit of callus on it. Yeah. Just lick it. It wasn't hard. All I had to do was lick. Compared to receiving that kind of look from Hanna, licking for a few seconds—or even a few minutes—was nothing. I slowly brought my face toward her finger. I parted my lips, timidly stuck out my tongue, and prepared to greet her finger. Just as my tongue was about to touch the tip… Hanna pulled her finger back.
"If you don't properly complete the mission like that, you'll have to take a penalty."
"…Huh?"
"Take off your pants and face down."