Scratch-Scratch While She's Sleeping

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After Eun-jung headed out, promising she’d be right back, I sat alone in the quiet living room trying ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to solve problems. My gaze drifted to Han-na, who was sprawled out asleep beside me. Kim Han-na was sleeping so deeply that she probably wouldn’t stir even if someone picked her up and carried her off. Her messy blonde hair spilled across her neck, and the deep, seductive cleavage visible above her loose spaghetti-strap top kept drawing my eyes. Even her sleeping face—eyes gently closed, breathing soft and even—was unbearably beautiful….

…No. Study. I have to study.

Scratch-scratch— I stole another glance sideways. Her tightly shut eyelids. Those long, lovely lashes. Her cute nose that twitched now and then, as if catching a scent in her dream. Those slightly parted red lips letting out faint breaths. And….

“Haah…”

This was wrong, but my eyes refused to leave her. With no one watching me, my self-control felt like it was draining away. Listening to the ticking second hand of the wall clock, I stared blankly at the sleeping Han-na.

…If it’s right now, maybe she wouldn’t notice no matter what I did to her?

The moment that thought crossed my mind, the last scrap of conscience inside me yanked me back.

No. What exactly are you planning to do to your friend?

But… Han-na touched my pussy too, didn’t she? So why can’t I?

She only touches me because of The Test, and because my pussy is so pathetic… She’s only doing it to give me special training…!

…Speaking of my pussy suddenly reminded me. Earlier, when Han-na had clung to my arm, my hand had slipped between her thighs… and my palm had felt everything. Even through her training pants, her pussy had been scorching hot, the slit so clearly defined it was like she wasn’t wearing panties at all.

I lifted the right hand that had touched Han-na’s pussy and stared at it for a long moment. Then I whispered softly.

“Han-na… are you asleep?”

“…”

Good. She was out cold.

After making sure she was still sound asleep, I quietly unbuckled my shorts and slipped my right hand inside my panties.

…That’s right. If I want to study, my pussy needs to calm down first. And to calm my pussy, I have to masturbate. It’s only natural. It’s what my friends taught me while they’ve been giving me pussy management this whole time….

“Huuu…”

My friend is sleeping right next to me, and here I am—touching my pussy with the same hand that had been pressed against her most precious place.

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Han-na….

But it’s your fault….

You always walk around with that scary look, keeping everyone at a distance, yet in front of me you sleep with such an innocent face. You rubbed that lewd pussy against my hand without even realizing how long I’ve been holding back these dirty thoughts….

I bit down hard on my lip. My index finger circled my clit, my middle finger slid along the tightly closed slit, and then I pressed my whole palm against my pussy and squeezed.

…The same palm that had touched Han-na’s pussy was now covering mine. It was just a hand, yet I could almost feel the heat of her pussy lingering on it. Like our pussies were sharing an indirect kiss… no, like they were… ha-having sex….

“Haah, haah… haah…”

My breathing grew harsher. My mind grew hazy and feverish. My heart pounded so hard it felt like my whole body might burst from the heat.

I quickly rolled up my crop top, bit down on the hem, unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. With a trembling hand I grabbed my bare breast and squeezed.

“Eut…”

Thanks to all the nightly breast training I’d been doing, just squeezing them like I was milking myself sent my nerves blazing instantly. The more I kneaded, the more my large breasts deformed, the lewd way they bounced back becoming sharper and sharper.

But….

I bit my lower lip hard. The cool air from the air conditioner on my half-naked skin. Han-na’s breathing reaching my pricked-up ears as I worried about someone walking in. The feeling of my own hands roughly squeezing my hypersensitive breasts. The wet slide of my palm against my burning pussy….

Every single sensation fueled my arousal, yet the decisive pleasure that would let me release it all was missing. The heat kept building with nowhere to go. My mind grew endlessly hotter, and my body—filled with the desperate need to cum—began craving something even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠more stimulating.

I quietly pulled my hand out of my panties, then slid both shorts and panties off and set them aside. The brief worry of What if I get caught like this? flashed through my mind, but I suppressed my panting and crawled onto the table where Han-na lay sleeping face-down.

I pushed the books out of the way, sat on the table, and spread my legs wide in an M-shape.

“…”

Beyond my pussy, which I had thrust toward her, I could see the top of Han-na’s head. She was still sound asleep, completely unaware of what was happening right in front of her. My kind, lovely friend. Kim Han-na.

I slipped the right hand that had rubbed against her pussy into my mouth and licked every inch—finger joints, palm, between the fingers—tasting it thoroughly. Then I pressed my middle and ring fingers together and gently placed them against my slit. With my left hand I spread my closed pussy lips wide, exposing my twitching entrance that trembled with anticipation.

“Haaang…!”

The moment I pushed my fingers inside, a wave of mental ecstasy flooded my brain. The crop top slipped from my mouth and a sweet sigh escaped. My waist nearly gave out, so I moved the hand that had been spreading me to brace myself from behind. Even then my eyes stayed locked on Han-na while my right hand furiously pumped into my dripping pussy.

“Han-na… Han-na…”

I whispered her name between panting breaths, terrified she might hear. The guilt of using her as masturbation fuel without her knowing. The self-loathing for being unable to stop even while drowning in that guilt. Dark, sticky emotions dragged me down like a swamp, pulling me deeper and deeper. And the further I sank, the stronger the satisfaction from this pathetic masturbation became.

“Heh… hehh… hehh…”

Chasing pleasure, I had already fallen to the level of a bitch in heat. I made sounds befitting a bitch and continued my vulgar, bitch-like masturbation. Saliva pooled on my lolling tongue and dripped onto the table. Foamy juices flowed from my pussy as my fingers kept plunging in and out. Every slap against my bitch cunt made my breasts bounce wildly, and my womb throbbed with a buzzing ache.

Pussy masturbation felt so good…. Even though I couldn’t reach real pleasure by myself, simply recreating the sensations my friends gave me when they touched me filled the emptiness inside with a strange sense of stability.

How many minutes had passed?

While I panted with hazy eyes, still masturbating, I suddenly noticed the table beneath my hand was vibrating faintly.

…What?

I forced my gaze away from Han-na. My phone was vibrating on the table, the screen glowing with Eun-jung♡.

With my right hand still buried deep inside my pussy, I stretched out my left hand and grabbed the phone.

“H-hello…?”

“Um… I don’t really have anything in mind…”

While listening to Eun-jung’s bright voice, my hand resumed its lewd movements. She told me her father had called her for something, that she’d done the bare minimum before sneaking out… Completely unaware that I was masturbating on the other end of the line, she kept chattering about trivial things.

She had no idea what I had done the moment she left. Eun-jung didn’t know my true nature. She had no way of knowing I was such a perverted girl.

“…Ah, sorry. Did you say something?”

“…!”

Even as I kept thrusting my fingers into my pussy, Eun-jung’s suspicious tone snapped me back to reality. She had already suspected me once before—if I got caught this time, it would be a disaster.

“Ah, no…. I was just… studying. I must have been really focused. Sorry.”

I held the phone with both hands and desperately made my excuses. Please, please just drop it… I swear I won’t do this kind of bad masturbation again… really… okay?

“…Yeah. She’s still asleep.”

“Okay!”

The moment the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠call ended, I scrambled off the table and threw my clothes back on. My pussy was soaked with my own saliva, but I decided not to change my panties. If Eun-jung noticed I’d changed them while she was gone, she might get suspicious….

After putting my bra back on, I quickly wiped away the traces of my masturbation that had splattered onto the center of the table with a handkerchief. Only then could I finally breathe.

Maybe because of all the noise, Han-na—who had been sleeping so peacefully—shifted, then woke up rubbing the red mark on her forehead.

“Haaam… I slept well. …Wait, where did Eun-jung go?”

“Ah, someone called her from home. She said she’s on her way back now.”

“Really? …Then I’ll eat some snacks before that study freak gets back.”

Still half-asleep with dazed eyes, Han-na tore open a bag of snacks and started munching. Seeing her like that completely erased my fear that she might have been awake the whole time.

Whew. I could finally relax.

“…But why are you sweating so much?”

“Hik…!”

“?”

Han-na rested her chin on her hand, eating snacks while watching me with suspicious eyes. I tried to act normal and prayed desperately for Eun-jung to return soon.

Please save me, Eun-jung. When are you coming back…?