The Pocky Game
“Mmm… As expected.”
“…?”
“Never mind. Here, take this bag first. I picked up some delicious things on the way.”
After finishing her work and returning to the officetel, Eun-jung narrowed her eyes slightly and looked me up and down. Then, with a meaningful little smile, she handed me the large paper bag in her hand.
Hmm… snacks, drinks, and… a pharmacy bag too? For a moment I worried that Eun-jung might be sick, but I respected her privacy and didn’t peek inside. It was probably just medicine for period cramps anyway.
“I’m going to change real quick, okay?”
Once Eun-jung returned in fresh clothes and rejoined us, our study camp continued.
“…”
But we had barely settled in when Eun-jung began sneaking glances at us. She suddenly snatched a chocolate biscuit stick from the table, her face bright and innocent, and tossed out a suggestion.
“I’m bored. Want to bet on who buys lunch with these?”
“…Hey, Cha Eun-jung. You’re the one with all the money…”
“Come on, even so, a game needs stakes to be fun, doesn’t it?”
Eun-jung tilted the box of biscuit sticks left and right, looking utterly harmless. At first glance it seemed like a random whim, but… I understood her real intention perfectly.
I was still half-dazed from being interrupted mid-masturbation, stuck in that frustrating state of incomplete release. Meanwhile Han-na had zero interest in studying; she was glued to my side, openly admiring my profile. Rather than forcing the three of us to keep pretending to study, it was far better to shift the mood with a little playtime.
“Han-na, let’s hear Eun-jung out first. …So what rules are you thinking?”
“For biscuit sticks, it has to be that game, right? We bite the ends and nibble toward the middle. Whoever leaves the shortest piece wins.”
“But that’s a two-player game. There are three of us—you, me, and Seon-ah. How does that work?”
She had a point. The game relied on the teamwork of two people sharing one stick, so it was usually played in pairs.
“Well, about that… Han-na, lend me your ear for a second.”
“?”
Eun-jung pulled the confused Han-na close by the shoulder, glanced at me, and whispered something into her ear.
“What do you think?”
“…I like it. If it’s that kind of game.”
The moment the whispering stopped, Han-na glanced at me and gave a small nod.
…What on earth were they planning?
While I blinked in confusion, Eun-jung pulled out two biscuit sticks and kindly explained the rules to me.
“From now on, Han-na and I will each take one stick and play against you, Seon-ah.”
“Both of you… against me?”
“That’s right. The one who leaves the least wins and buys the meal.”
You don’t have to buy anything, she added with a sweet smile. Well, it was an offer I couldn’t possibly refuse. Still, I was surprised the condition was tempting enough to win over even Han-na, who had been the one questioning the need for a bet in the first place.
Whether I had doubts or not, the game preparations moved swiftly. Before I knew it I was face-to-face with Han-na, a single chocolate biscuit stick between us.
“All right, begin!”
The moment Eun-jung gave the signal, the crisp crunch, crunch of the stick filled the air as Han-na’s face drew steadily closer.
I had kissed Han-na plenty of times as friends, but having her approach me so slowly while we stared straight at each other felt… embarrassingly intimate. Han-na seemed to feel the same; her eyes stayed locked on mine while her cheeks flushed a soft pink, her lips working busily.
The stick between us shrank until it was barely a palm’s length. Our breaths were brushing each other’s faces. I decided it was enough and started to pull back.
But suddenly Han-na cupped my cheeks, crunched the rest of the stick without hesitation, and pressed her lips firmly against mine.
“Mmm…! Chu, chuu…♡”
At the same time, her tongue slid familiarly into my mouth. The last fragment of the biscuit stick vanished between our tangled tongues. All that remained between our sealed lips was sweet, sticky saliva.
“Nngh…♡ Chuu, chuup…”
In that chocolate-flavored sea of saliva, Han-na’s hot, slippery tongue coiled around mine like a living thing. She took the lead, boldly exploring every corner of my mouth while I was still flustered by the sudden kiss.
Saliva trickled from the corners of our joined lips, but neither of us cared about something so trivial. As we lost ourselves in the wet, messy kiss, Han-na’s soft palm began gently stroking my side—up and down, down and up.
Every brush against my skin made my hips twitch. My pussy clenched hard, over and over. Conditioned by all our previous encounters, it was already preparing for penetration, drooling thick strands of arousal.
It was a needy bitch of a pussy, begging to be filled while I kissed her, craving her fingers deep inside. My lower body burned with want. I secretly rubbed my thighs together, trying to soothe the ache.
Maybe she thought my posture looked uncomfortable.
“Huu…♡”
Han-na slid the hand that had been caressing my side around my waist, pulled me close with a firm tug, and drew me into her arms. I savored the feeling of those strong yet endlessly gentle arms before she gently lowered me onto her thigh.
…Positioning me so my pussy rested directly on it.
Through my shorts I could feel the solid muscle of her thigh—firm from tension, yet soft and feminine. Despite Han-na’s considerate attempt to make me comfortable, the firm pressure against my pussy flipped a switch deep inside me.
I wrapped both arms around her neck and kept kissing her, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hips began to rock back and forth in tiny, needy motions. It was an obscene display—rubbing myself against my lover like a spoiled pet begging to be fucked. But with my mouth thoroughly claimed by Han-na and my brain melted into mush, it felt completely natural… purely instinctive.
My pussy wasn’t touching her bare skin, but my swollen clit rubbed against the soft lining of my panties with every roll of my hips, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through me. My slick inner walls squeezed tight, squirting more arousal that soaked straight through the fabric. I ground every inch of my pussy against her thigh, painting it with the wetness trapped inside my panties.
Kissing while rubbing my pussy feels so good… Just a little more, just a tiny bit more…
“All right, that’s enough.”
“Chu♡ Chuu…. …Huh?”
Right in the middle of our heated kiss, Eun-jung grabbed my shoulders from behind and forcibly pulled me away. I shot her a sharp glare for the sudden interruption, but when I saw the fresh biscuit stick in her hand, I finally realized what I had been doing.
“It’s about time I had my turn, don’t you think?”
“Ah, yeah… Sorry.”
I hung my head in embarrassment and sneaked a glance at Han-na. She was calmly wiping her mouth with a handkerchief as if nothing had happened. Then she carefully cleaned my lips too before tucking the handkerchief back into her pocket.
…Even though her friend had been grinding her pussy against her thigh and masturbating during their kiss, Han-na looked completely composed. Seeing her like that, I suddenly wondered if she already knew what a perverted girl I really was.
No, that couldn’t be. If she did, I wouldn’t even be allowed in the same room with her…
I shook my head to clear the silly thought and obediently slid off Han-na’s thigh. I parted my lips to take the new biscuit stick, but—
“Seon-ah, take your pants off for a second.”
“…Huh?”
Cha Eun-jung’s sudden request left me frozen. While I sat there wondering if I’d misheard, she stepped forward, unbuckled my shorts, and yanked them down along with my panties in one smooth motion.
A wet schlick sounded as the fabric peeled away from my soaked pussy, and a long, glistening strand of arousal stretched between my skin and the cloth.
…Was she checking how wet I’d gotten from kissing Han-na?
But Eun-jung paid no attention to my dripping state. She simply rolled up the discarded shorts and tossed them aside. Then she took the fresh biscuit stick and—
“Hngh…?!”
—pushed it straight into my pussy.
Huh…? Eun-jung had just… put something inside me?
I looked down past my belly and saw the chocolate-coated biscuit stick poking obscenely out of my entrance. Too shocked to even think about pulling it out, I could only blink rapidly while my pussy instinctively clenched and unclenched around the foreign object.
“Hey, Cha Eun-jung…! What the hell are you doing? Why are you putting that in Seon-ah’s pussy?”
Even Han-na was startled by the unexpected move and protested in a flustered voice, but—
“Why not? Was there some rule saying you can’t put the stick in the lower mouth?”
“That’s not even a real argument…”
“As long as it’s in some mouth, it counts. You’ve already had your turn, so be quiet and watch like a good girl.”
Leaving Han-na speechless, Eun-jung knelt in front of my spread legs and looked up at me with a playful smile.
“I’ll enjoy Seon-ah’s pussy snack very, very thoroughly, okay?”