Sex Practice?
On the rooftop, I sat shoulder-to-shoulder with Han-na, chewing on a sandwich. The girls who had arrived before us took one look at Han-na’s face and fled downstairs like they were being chased. Thanks to that, the two of us were left alone up here… sharing an incredibly quiet lunch.
…She must still be hung up on failing that test. For Han-na, who always played the part of a confident master guiding me, that single failure must have cut deep. She probably thinks her own bitch might be looking down on her.
In that case, I should be the one to step up first.
I scooted closer to Han-na, who was biting into her sandwich, pressed my shoulder firmly against hers, and acted cute.
“Han-na. You’re still going to give me ‘special training’ today, right?”
I took her left hand, which had been resting limply on her thigh, and guided it under my skirt. After rubbing it lightly against the anal plug nestled between my cheeks, I slid her hand a little higher and pressed it firmly against my pussy, as if covering it completely with her palm.
Ah…. Han-na’s hand is so warm. It feels so good….
My eyes glazed over without me realizing it, and I was starting to space out when her voice reached me from the side.
“…What’s this hard thing?”
“Ah, that…. It’s a dildo….”
“A dildo?”
Han-na frowned slightly, then pulled my panties aside and gripped the dildo’s handle.
“Hah, nghh, haaaang…!”
Along with the sensation of my slightly raised uterus settling back down, the dildo that had been stretching my pussy to its limits slowly slid out. The wide glans scraped against my inner walls with every tug, sending jolts of pleasure through me. My hips lifted slightly, trembling uncontrollably.
Only after the thick shaft and then the pointed head popped free with a wet sound could I finally slump back down onto the bench.
“Haah… haah….”
“…Is this Eun-jung’s?”
“Y-yeah.”
Han-na examined the dildo, which was drenched in my lewd juices, with a completely indifferent expression. Even though my fluids were dripping down the handle and coating her fingers, she didn’t seem bothered in the slightest.
“What did you do with it?”
“Um…. I kept it inside my pussy during class… masturbated… and, um….”
“…That’s enough. I don’t need to hear the rest.”
Han-na tossed the dildo back to me with a casual flick. I held it for a moment, hesitating, before eventually pushing it back into my pussy where it belonged.
“Haaang….”
Once again I felt my insides stretch tight and that floating sensation as my uterus was lifted slightly. The overwhelming fullness in my lower body drew a sweet sigh from my lips.
“Seon-ah.”
“Yes?”
I was wiping my juice-slicked hand when Han-na called my name in a quiet voice.
“Why do you want to receive ‘special training’ from me? …Getting tested with a dildo by Eun-jung should be more than enough, right?”
“Well….”
I stared into her eyes, thinking. The reason I kept asking her for pussy special training, separate from the test, was simple: unlike the test, I could feel pleasure more freely. The test evaluated when and how much pleasure I felt in specific situations, but the special training existed to train my pussy. That meant I could cum as much as I wanted.
I could climax over and over until my pussy learned to clench properly. Even if she called me a pathetic pussy… it was precisely because I was so pathetic that I could keep receiving the training. Just like the session we had at her house before, she would torment my pussy—something I used to be proud of for its durability—until it swelled up. For someone like me, who cowardly relied on her friend to feel pleasure, the special training was a golden opportunity that had practically fallen into my lap.
But I could never tell Han-na any of that. It was a secret I would carry to my grave.
Instead, I decided to give her a convenient excuse.
“Um…. Because pussy special training is… s-sex practice? It’s different from the test, right?”
“Sex practice, huh….”
Han-na set her sandwich down with an expressionless face.
“…Right. Eventually you’ll meet a guy you like, start dating… and have sex.”
“No, I don’t really plan on going that far…. It’s just… preparation for the future?”
Am I crazy? Me, having sex with a man? I wanted to snap back at her, but I remembered I was supposed to look like a normal girl to both Han-na and Eun-jung, so I swallowed the words.
Hearing my answer, Han-na pressed her lips into a tight line and glared at her sandwich.
“Hey, Seon-ah. You don’t have any plans after school today, do you?”
“Uh, no…. Not really?”
“Then go straight home. …I’ll prepare a few things and meet you there.”
Han-na gripped my shoulder hard, her voice coming out in a low growl.
“We’re doing it today. The ‘sex practice.’”
The water poured over my face in the shower as I replayed Han-na’s strange behavior from earlier. She had seemed drained, and the way she suddenly asked why I wanted training from her made it obvious—her confidence had taken a serious hit.
How could I fix this…?
Oh, right. Maybe I could search it up online?
I hurried through the rest of my shower and sat down at the computer. I typed “ways to restore someone’s confidence” into the search bar and hit enter. The results that scrolled down were mostly forum posts from women asking how to cheer up their boyfriends.
Hmm…. It doesn’t exactly apply to my situation, but it might still be useful. I clicked on the first one.
It felt pretty close to my situation. These might actually be useful. Most of the replies were similar: try cosplay, wear sexy lingerie to seduce him, that sort of thing.
Cosplay was out since I didn’t have any outfits, but sexy lingerie….
I opened my closet and pulled out the bag I had hidden deep in the corner. Inside was the black lingerie set I’d bought on a whim last time.
“Haa….”
Even I had to admit it looked incredibly lewd when I tried it on. The real question was whether it would actually work on Han-na.
Since this was supposed to be sex practice for the special training, maybe if I showed some enthusiasm, she would get fired up too….
…Yeah. Let’s just try it. If it doesn’t work, I’m the only one who ends up embarrassed.
I stripped off my clothes and changed into the lingerie. Just as I finished, the doorbell rang from the entrance.
“Already?”
I rushed to the door and peered through the peephole. Han-na stood there with an expressionless face. After taking a deep breath, I unlocked the door and cracked it open.
The handle turned and the door swung wide.
“Ah….”
Han-na, who had been stepping inside, froze the moment she saw me. Her eyes widened. I followed her gaze downward.
The black see-through lingerie barely covered anything. Diamond-shaped cutouts ran vertically over my nipples and pussy, leaving my stiff, erect nipples and my dripping wet folds completely exposed.
“U-um, come in quick….”
Even though I wanted to die from embarrassment, I didn’t cover my breasts or pussy. …After all, I had worn this for her to see.
Han-na stared at my body as if trying to burn holes through it. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she clamped it shut and stepped fully inside.
……Was that all the reaction I was getting?
I watched her stride straight into the living room and let out a deep sigh. Well, I guess it makes sense. Han-na doesn’t even like girls. It would be weird for her to get energized just because a girl the same age as her was wearing sexy underwear.
I followed her into the living room. She was pulling a shopping bag out of her school bag.
“Go into the bedroom first. I’ll get ready and come in.”
“…Okay.”
Kim Han-na wouldn’t even look at me now. I hid the slight sting of disappointment and headed into the bedroom.
I went out of my way to show some enthusiasm. Shouldn’t she at least compliment me? Sure, she’s the one giving me the pussy special training and I’m the one receiving it, but still…. This is the first time I’ve ever shown her something like this. Would it kill her to say something? That I look pretty, or that it’s sexy….
…Or that I look fuckable. That she wants to shove the dildo into me. That she won’t let me sleep tonight….
“Hngh….”
Imagining Han-na giving me those lewd compliments in my head, I cupped my swollen nipples. I rolled them between my index finger and thumb while sliding a finger into my pussy.
…This was just to loosen up a little before the special training.
I gently stroked the inside of my pussy, which had already gotten soaking wet just from being seen by her. I massaged the tense inner walls with my fingertips so they wouldn’t get hurt when she roughly pounded them later.
…When is Han-na coming?
I had kept a dildo stuffed inside me all day, so my own thin fingers couldn’t possibly fill this aching emptiness. I kept caressing myself alone until suddenly the bedroom door burst open.
“……Huh?”
There stood Han-na wearing what looked like a black thong. Between her legs rose something that should never have been on a girl—a huge, glossy black cock standing proudly erect. Her face was flushed all the way to her ears as she turned her head to the side.
“H-how does it look?”