Confusion
I blinked in shock. “H-huh?”
Why… why was Han-na here? She was supposed to be at the Academy right now. Why…?
Completely unprepared for this sudden emergency, I trembled as I stared at her.
“…What the hell were you doing?”
“N-no, it’s not—”
Han-na set down the envelope she’d been holding and slowly walked toward me.
…Did she see? From where? Surely… she didn’t see me humping the pillow, right?
I stumbled backward as if trying to flee from her, only to freeze when my back hit the wall. Han-na didn’t stop at the bed. She kept coming until she grabbed my wrist, pinned it against the wall, and leaned in close to my ear, whispering in a voice that somehow sounded wet and sticky.
“Even after last night, you still weren’t satisfied?”
The moment I heard that tone, my pussy—already flipped into heat mode—practically ordered me to nod. It whispered that if I just obeyed, that kind-hearted Han-na would give me more “sex practice,” that I should use my friend to drown myself in pleasure.
“…”
But I had already decided I wouldn’t let my pussy control me anymore. I refused to fall for the temptation and shook my head firmly.
“Th-that’s not it. Eun-jung told me to film a masturbation video and send it… so I had no choice.”
“…A masturbation video? Show me.”
“Ahh…!”
I desperately pushed away her hand as she tried to snatch my phone and clutched the device tightly to my chest.
…If she turned the screen on now, the class group chat would pop up. I absolutely could not let her see it…!
Han-na paused in front of my curled-up body, then spoke again in a low voice.
“…Lee Seon-ah. What exactly are you doing right now?”
“…”
“Our little bitch doesn’t even answer when her owner calls her anymore?”
“W-woof…!”
I immediately dropped to my knees in front of Han-na—the one who called me her bitch—and barked frantically. But her eyes had already turned ice-cold.
“Down.”
She sat with one knee raised and tapped it lightly. I glanced at her expression, then carefully draped myself over her lap.
…Was she going to spank me after so long? But even if she gave me that kind of reward, I still couldn’t hand over the phone….
I swallowed hard, remembering the sharp, tingling pain of her palm on my ass from before. Yet the hand that reached for me wasn’t aiming for my bottom—it went straight for the dripping pussy beneath it.
“Haaauu…”
With a wet schlup sound, her middle and ring fingers slid inside me at once. My already soaked inner walls parted smoothly, greedily accepting her fingers. The pussy that had been aching to masturbate twitched at the stimulation, and I unconsciously let out a soft sigh while wiggling my hips.
“Phone.”
While one hand continued to thrust and stir inside my cunt with wet, obscene sounds, Han-na demanded the device. My mind was melting under the pleasure that kept knocking upward from below. Desperately, I pointed at the phone lying on the bedside table.
“Th-there… hnnngh… it’s over there… the masturbation… video I recorded…”
She shoved her fingers all the way to the root, pinning them deep inside me, then stretched her left arm out to grab my real phone.
“Seon-ah, this one has a password.”
“That one… just enter your birthday…”
“…”
The exposure phone Eun-jung had given me used her birthday as the password, so I had changed my real phone’s password to Han-na’s birthday instead. After hearing my answer, Han-na suddenly went quiet. Her fingers wriggled inside my pussy as she placed the phone on my lower back and tapped at the screen.
—But… can you even feel anything masturbating like this?
From behind me came the sound of my own masturbation video playing. At the same time, Han-na’s fingers began to move again.
“Hngh, huu… huuung….”
—Haaang, ahng, ahng, haaaang…!
The lewd moans I made in the video mixed with the suppressed whimpers I let out in reality. Hearing those contradictory sounds echo in the same space created a bizarre sensation—as if the old, vulgar, pussy-enslaved version of me was standing face-to-face with the current, supposedly sane me.
—Hngh, hak, haaak, haaak…!
—The pleasure you feel isn’t just this much, is it?
—Why don’t you try being honest with yourself?
No. I’m already being honest enough. I’m not lying to myself at all.
—Liar.
….
—If you’re a little more honest with your pussy, you’ll feel that much better.
—Look, “I” am masturbating so happily like this.
Happily…?
—Yes. By freely revealing the lewd true nature of “me,” I’m truly, blissfully happy….
“Heh, heeeh, heeeh… heeeh…”
My head grew feverish. I couldn’t tell what was what anymore. There was the me desperately suppressing myself so I wouldn’t lose to my pussy, and the me who had surrendered to it and was happily masturbating. Which one was right? What was I supposed to do…?
Then I suddenly realized that the fingers stirring inside me had stopped.
“…?”
When I turned my head, I saw Han-na staring at the phone with a deadly serious expression.
Why all of a sudden…?
……Ah.
I quickly twisted around and snatched the phone away. On the screen, the video was playing the part where I was hugging Han-na’s pillow and sniffing it deeply.
“…Lee Seon-ah. What is that?”
“…”
“You’re clutching my pillow and…”
“H-Han-na, listen…”
Her voice pierced straight through my chest.
“I-I’ll explain! I can explain…!”
“……”
Her wide, expectant eyes, her slightly roughened breathing, and her flushed red face all stared at me, demanding an answer.
“Um…”
“…”
The scene of me riding on top of her pillow and shaking my hips hadn’t appeared yet, but even so, sniffing a friend’s pillow while masturbating was definitely weird. In times like this, mixing 99% lies with 1% truth was the way to go.
“While doing sex practice… I realized that just smelling you makes me think dirty thoughts… so I ended up doing it without realizing.”
“…My scent?”
“Yeah.”
It was embarrassingly true that smelling Han-na sent me into heat. Even so, I hadn’t hugged the pillow just to smell her. More precisely… I had gone further than that because I wanted to masturbate….
“…Come here.”
Han-na sniffed her own arm, tilted her head, then beckoned me over. I quickly tossed the phone aside and melted into her arms. The soft texture of her Academy uniform pressed against me, along with the warmth of her breath above my head. Through the fabric I felt her body heat and… that gentle, sweet scent….
“Suuu… haaa…”
I rubbed my face against her large breasts, inhaling deeply—her soft natural scent mixed with fabric softener. I breathed in the sticky lust that clung to my exhales, then breathed it out again, only to inhale it once more. Lewd desire layered over itself, accelerating, filling every inch of my body.
“Huu… huung… huuung…”
I lifted my head slightly and pressed my nose against the exposed nape of her neck, sniffing greedily. The smooth texture of her skin brushed the tip of my nose as an even richer fragrance invaded me. It was the scent of my beloved friend Kim Han-na… and the scent of pleasure that had been burned into my mind last night while I came over and over until my hips nearly gave out.
“Ah, nggh, huuugh…!”
While I mindlessly drank in that aroma, Han-na’s arms tightened around me with powerful force. My pussy convulsed on its own and climaxed. My pathetic cunt that came so easily, squirting thin spurts of love juice onto the floor—Han-na gently stroked it with her palm, the way one might soothe a baby.
“Your pussy… is really in heat, huh?”
“Haa, haa, haa…”
“Just from smelling me… you’re this wet…”
Her hot sigh melted against my ear. My ears, my head, my entire body, even my pussy—everything was completely filled with Han-na. I couldn’t think at all. I could only tremble intermittently as she caressed my cunt and let out sweet, helpless breaths.
“…Seon-ah. Do you want to smell me more?”
“Hngh, huuung…♡”
“Alright. …I’ll let you smell as much as you want.”
When she lifted my chin, her face was filled with a mischievous smile.
“…Why isn’t this girl answering?”
I let out a long sigh. She had clearly watched the video I uploaded to the group chat, so I texted her to send the next one too, but there was no reply. I couldn’t even call in case she was sleeping because she was tired….
“Tsk…”
I irritably turned off my phone and looked up. All around me, soft moans that anyone would instantly recognize as masturbation sounds were drifting through the air.
Ever since we started sharing Seon-ah’s body, it had naturally opened up sexual conversations between us… but still, doing group masturbation right in the middle of the classroom felt a bit much.
Some girls openly placed their phones on their desks and masturbated while watching Seon-ah’s video. The shyer ones did it secretly under their desks. And then there were people like the class president, who had locked herself in the bathroom and still hadn’t come back after several minutes.
Enduring the constant moans and the itching in my own pussy throughout the entire self-study period, I finally managed to escape the Academy.
“Just you wait, Lee Seon-ah.”
I had left after-school Seon-ah in Han-na’s care, but since Seon-ah hadn’t come to school today… I also had the right to use her.
…That hip-shaking on the pillow looked really slutty. Maybe I should make her do it on my thighs?
No. If I just opened the door and she was asleep, then…
Thinking about all the ways I could “cook” Seon-ah, I hurried to her house. I quietly unlocked the front door with the spare key and stepped inside. From deeper in the house came the sound of small, desperate moans.
“Huu, huuung, huuuung…!”
…What? Was she sick?
I tossed my bag aside and quickly ran toward the source of the sounds. And then… I froze at the completely unexpected sight that greeted me.
There was Seon-ah, completely naked on a chair, bound in a tight tortoise-shell rope pattern. She had pulled a school blouse with Han-na’s name tag on it over her head like a hood. A large anal plug was rhythmically clenching in her ass, and her soaking wet pussy kept squirting cloudy love juice onto the floor in sporadic bursts.
“S-Seon-ah?”
Overwhelmed by the obscene yet bizarre scene, I cautiously approached and lifted the blouse covering her head.
“…”
With the blouse removed, I saw that Seon-ah was wearing a black blindfold over her eyes, small earphones in her ears, and had a pair of white panties rolled into a ball stuffed in her mouth, drool dripping down her chin.
I stared blankly for a moment, then carefully pulled out one of the earphones to see what she was listening to.
—Haaht, hak, haaak, haaaang…!
This… was Seon-ah’s own masturbation sounds…?
“What? When did you get here?”
“…Huh?”
I hurriedly shoved the earphone back into her ear and spun around. There stood Han-na, looking completely relaxed as she dried her damp blonde hair with a towel.