The ‘Childhood Friend’ Who Dresses Me From Behind

Lee Yurim stares at me intently.

Feeling chased by her scorching gaze, I made my way to the bathroom. I couldn't tell if she was looking at me or the underwear I was holding.

*Wow... a woman actually looks at someone like that?*

Judging by the way she was staring, if I pushed it any further, the atmosphere would definitely turn into her pouncing on me.

*I could endure it, though.*

Since she’s a childhood friend who’s been by my side for over a decade, she might not touch me, thinking that a boy needs to take care of his body.

"Hmph..."

I let out a dry laugh at my own wishful thinking.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I swept back my long bangs and hooked the showerhead onto the rack.

The bathroom was so cramped that I had to press myself against the wall, and the position of the showerhead was incredibly awkward.

"It's too high."

It was set to the average height of women in this country. Looking at the mirror on the wall, I realized how tiny my frame was in comparison.

"Ugh."

I clicked my tongue. It would have been nice to be a little taller. ...No, come to think of it, that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

I have a cute look, and I’m small. Isn't that the perfect condition to be eaten up by a woman?

*Plus, I’m big down there.*

I’m quite the catch of a husband. It’s large enough to reach above my navel, which makes me hold my head high with confidence.

*...Still, I can't just go around doing it with anyone.*

Getting captured by a beauty and being milked dry is arousing, but I want to be eaten up by other women, too. I refuse to be reduced to a dedicated stud.

*But, am I the protagonist, or do I have no abilities?*

I frowned.

It would be unique if I had an ability that made women go into heat just by me touching them.

It seems like I’m only given status windows or choices, but since I have a childhood friend who likes me, the start isn't bad.

*Yurim looked pretty when she took off her padding...*

Standing under the pouring water, I thought of Lee Yurim. She has a look that works on men in this world, too, but she only has eyes for me. It’s impressive that she sticks by my side as a childhood friend without ever actually confessing.

*I’m pretty sure she likes me, though.*

I wouldn't have known if I were the original Yang Dajun, but I noticed it by the way she reacts every time I tease her.

A beautiful girl who has only looked at me for over ten years, from childhood until now that we’re adults... Even my dick was moved.

*Yurim...*

I grab my dick with both hands.

*Squish...*

Standing under the water from the showerhead, I carefully shook my dick.

*

*Squish, squish...*

"Hek."

Lee Yurim turned her head in surprise. She had been so lost in her own thoughts that she had let out a sound.

"Haa..."

Masturbating at my childhood friend's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠house. I had done something lewd, but I couldn't stop.

At first, I had just been touching my ears, thinking of Yang Dajun who had gone to wash up.

"Why did I touch them..."

The boy I like touched my ears, which were red from the cold, and yet I was the one making stupid noises.

When Yang Dajun touched my ears, my lower abdomen tingled, and I became wet with something hot.

A woman who cums just because her childhood friend touched her... I hit the ground, thinking I was too pathetic and un-womanly.

*What was that feeling...*

Thinking about it makes ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the area between my legs tingle again. Under the blanket Yang Dajun had covered me with, I slipped my fingers between my skirt.

*Damn it, I have to hold it in.*

I wouldn't call it an ability, but I’ve always thought I was better at holding things in than others. But when Yang Dajun actually touched me, I came just from that.

Lee Yurim hung her head low, thinking of Yang Dajun.

*Really, it’s all because of you...*

He’s a childhood friend I’ve liked since I was little. When he touches me without realizing that he’s a man, I can’t hold it back at all. So, the fact that I’m leaking right now is Yang Dajun’s fault, anyway.

*Squish...*

They say that in front of a man she likes, a woman’s instincts take precedence over her reason. Lee Yurim listened to the sound of her childhood friend washing up and stroked the area between her mounds with her hand.

*Whoosh-*

*Squish, squish-*

For some reason, I could hear squishing sounds coming from the bathroom, too.

"Oh..."

Because I’ve known him for so long and like him so much, I can’t pretend not to notice even the smallest things. So, my body gradually leaned toward the bathroom.

I held my breath and strained my ears, but I couldn't tell if the squishing sounds were coming from my own crotch or from the bathroom.

*Damn it, am I in heat?*

Yang Dajun doesn't know women, and he’s so innocent that he has no friends other than me. Wouldn't it be impossible for a kid like that to be masturbating in the bathroom with the shower running? Especially when his childhood friend is waiting outside.

*I’m crazy, get a grip.*

Lee Yurim shook her head.

Still, she didn't stop her fingers.

Imagining the boy I like washing up, I slowly... gently... rolled the bean that had slipped out from under the foreskin, enjoying the lingering sensation that came slowly.

It was a little later when Yang Dajun came out of the bathroom. I turned my head inadvertently, but I had to doubt my eyes.

"Dajun...?"

"Yeah?"

*What’s with those clothes?*

Clothes that were all stretched out. He came out wearing a shirt that revealed his collarbone and one shoulder, not even knowing that a boy should be embarrassed.

*He didn't even dry off.*

I couldn't take my eyes off his body, even with the water droplets dripping down.

*Seriously, what would you do if it weren't for me?*

It was dangerous enough that if it were any other woman, she would’ve flipped and pounced on him immediately.

*Everyone except me is a wolf, I tell you.*

As long as they are women, they would push that small body down and climb on top. Then, they would exchange saliva and eat up that cute dick with their wet, sticky pussies.

*Oh, I’m out of my mind.*

Lee Yurim ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠realized she had been thinking such things and covered her face, apologizing.

"S-sorry..."

"Huh? For what?"

Yang Dajun treats me without hesitation, but I’m embarrassed that I was the only one having lewd thoughts.

Furthermore.

"Ah..."

I couldn't take my eyes off the bulge in my childhood friend’s pants. Even when I tried to look away, I had to swallow my saliva because I kept wanting to look.

*Damn it, why am I like this... Dajun will hate me.*

Not only am I failing to protect a man as a woman, but I’m lusting after my childhood friend’s body.

I know I shouldn't be like this, but the area between my legs was still wet.

*

When I came out after washing, the small house was filled with a strange scent. A scent of cozy vanilla mixed with sweet and sour lemon.

I looked at Lee Yurim immediately.

*Look at this one?*

It’s suspicious how she reacts to every single sound and movement I make. She’s blinking her eyes, and it looks like a puppy that’s done something wrong waiting for its owner.

*She’s cute.*

Since she was fidgeting as if she’d been caught doing something wrong, I decided to tease her. Since I was intentionally wearing a stretched-out shirt, I showed her a glimpse of the skin underneath.

At that, Lee Yurim’s ears turned bright red, and she turned her head away.

"S-sorry..."

This is a world where women are the ones who apologize.

*So fucking arousing.*

It’s a world where even if I just suddenly took off my clothes, the woman would apologize and cover her eyes. Then what about my dick? I became curious about Lee Yurim’s reaction.

I looked down at Lee Yurim and bounced my waist slightly. It’s like a bust-morphing for women, but my pants-crotch swayed slowly in front of Lee Yurim’s eyes.

"Ah..."

Lee Yurim swallows, and her Adam’s apple bobs down. She couldn't take her eyes off it even while her eyes were trembling, and I could see what she was thinking.

*It’s not going to wear out, so look as much as you want.*

But Lee Yurim couldn't last long.

"Oh, it’s hot."

Lee Yurim turned her head away. It was infuriating that she was pretending not to see anything while looking elsewhere.

A man is providing a service, and the woman refuses? That’s something unimaginable here.

I went up to Lee Yurim and bent my waist slightly.

"Hey, hey."

*Tap, tap.*

I called her name and tapped her shoulder lightly until she looked back.

"Yurim?"

"H-hng!"

Since she wouldn't look, I went in front of her and showed her my bare chest through the loose top. At that, her body jumped, and Lee Yurim broke down.

Lee Yurim’s face was bright red, and her pupils were spinning like a radar.

"Ugh..."

"Heh."

It was enjoyable that such a beauty was flustered by me.

*One more time?*

Sure.

I was going to keep teasing Lee Yurim, my childhood friend ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠who likes me. Until when? Until she can’t take it anymore and eats me up.

I said to Lee Yurim, who was drooping her shoulders and cooling off, again.

"Yurim."

"Why..."

"Help me put on my clothes."

Not just any clothes, but underwear. The kind of shapewear men wear.

Lee Yurim seemed surprised, her mouth agape as she stammered.

"H-hey, hey, that’s a bit..."

"What are you thinking?"

"No..."

I only asked because I wasn't sure if I could do it myself.

In this world, shapewear is mainly worn by men who are large down there. Yang Dajun also wore it whenever he went out because it was embarrassing to have women staring at him.

Of course, asking someone to put on your underwear isn't a normal request, even in this world. I wasn't confident about Lee Yurim’s reaction, but fortunately, options appeared before my eyes.

I let out a dry laugh at the lines I had to say.

*Take responsibility, my ass...*

Watching Lee Yurim looking troubled, I gathered my eyebrows as pitifully as possible.

"We’re friends, aren't we... Can’t you help me?"

"Uh, uh... I-I’ll help."

Note: Women are weak to a man’s tears. Lee Yurim followed me into the small room.

*

How did it end up like this?

Lee Yurim stood blankly and thought.

*Childhood friend. Dajun. Naked body in front of me. Arousal.*

Her thoughts became simple due to the pleasant scent of the boy that permeated the room.

*Is this, by any chance, the moment for sex?*

Is this a signal for me to eat him up right now?

Lee Yurim shook her head.

*You crazy bitch...*

Yang Dajun trusted me and asked for a favor. Because his dick is too big and it’s a complex, because he’s embarrassed to go out with that, and yet he trusts Lee Yurim enough to ask.

*...*

Anyway, since we’re childhood friends, he was undressing with his back to me.

*Is this right?*

Anyway, it had to be right... The demons in my head needed a beating, too. But maybe she had hesitated too long, because Yang Dajun also felt shy.

"...Do it quickly."

*Ah...*

In Lee Yurim’s opinion, the lewd one was definitely herself. Because every single word Yang Dajun said sounded strange. Her stomach turned at the scent of skin coming from her childhood friend’s naked body.

Lee Yurim closed her eyes tightly and opened them.

*Get a grip, let’s act like a woman.*

In this place, you have to step up like a woman. If I keep hesitating, Yang Dajun will feel embarrassed, too. So, she cleared her throat and said.

"Yang Dajun."

"Yeah..."

"Hold your dick."

I said it with force. Because to put on the shapewear, you have to fix the dick upward. That’s the only way to prevent the uncomfortable situation of having three legs while walking down the street.

But Lee Yurim couldn't help but be astonished, her eyes wide as she looked at Yang Dajun’s back.

*Just how far up does it go...?*

It was visible from behind that he was holding it up with both hands. Furthermore, there was a strangely fishy scent when Yang Dajun lifted his dick... Lee Yurim’s nose tingled, and her eyes went slightly unfocused.

"Hng."

"Yurim?"

"..."

My heart is pounding, but I pushed forward like a woman, pretending nothing was wrong.

"Hold it tight."

"Okay."

"Then... here, wrap it like this..."

Lee Yurim wrapped the soft fabric over the dick Yang Dajun was holding and put the underwear on him as instructed.

"Like this... put it on for the last time... ah, done."

"Thank you."

"It’s nothing, really."

I answered as if it were nothing, but I was taking a deep breath inside.

*Haa, thank goodness.*

Unlike when Yang Dajun touched me earlier, I didn't make any strange noises. Both of us were pure white, too pure for lines like, "Why are you so good at this? Have you done this a lot?" to come out.

...Actually, in Lee Yurim’s opinion, she was much lewder.

*Should I just hug him tight?*

Wrapping my arms around him from behind to put on his underwear felt just like a back-hug.

*They did that in the movies.*

Lee Yurim recalled the male-female relationships she had learned superficially.

A woman should hold a man who has his arms spread out from behind. Then, she should hug him tight, trap him in her arms, and look down at him from above. Then, he would be charmed by her womanly appearance and leak pre-cum, and in the end, it would be a "strong woman" style ending where he asks her to eat him up with her pussy, sex.

*...Hng.*

Lee Yurim also wanted to hug Yang Dajun like that and kiss him. And if she pushed him onto the bed and pounced on him...?

*Thump, thump-*

"Ah."

The noise from the floor above made my head ring, and I woke up from my thoughts.

*Thump-thump, thump-thump-*

It was an incredible sound. It must be the sound of a woman climbing on top of a man and slamming her hips down. Lee Yurim blushed at the embarrassing sound from the morning.

"D-Dajun?"

"Why."

"The sound... should I go and tell them instead?"

Because it’s a sound too embarrassing for a boy to go and complain about. So I was trying to tell them instead, but Yang Dajun just tilted his head.

"Why complain about something like this?"

"Isn't it a bit much?"

"It’s fine."

He just blinked his bright eyes as if he didn't even care.

*He doesn't know what that sound is for...*

He was too innocent.

"Anyway, thanks."

"No problem..."

Compared to that, I was too lewd.

*Damn it... why am I really like this.*

Lee Yurim hung her head in guilt. She thought about a lot of things, including the fact that Yang Dajun was so innocent that he was defenseless against women.

*

I came out with Lee Yurim.

But as soon as we came out, Lee Yurim’s gaze changed.

"Hey, Yang Dajun."

"...?"

Lee Yurim grabbed my shoulders and turned me around.