I'll Fill Your Head With My Cute Pussy
Following the shock of what happened the day before, I decided not to trust my intuition anymore. I never could have imagined that Ye-eun’s personality would suddenly take such a turn. Then again, a lifelong loner like me could hardly be expected to guess what was going on in a girl’s heart.
That day, too, I had a gut feeling that Seung-hee was alone in the apartment, but I entered with my guard up, just in case. Fortunately, when I opened the door, my intuition proved correct. However, Seung-hee, clearly unaware that I had arrived, had briefly pulled down her mask to drink some water. Her posture while drinking was incredibly elegant; she kept her back perfectly straight, supporting the base of the glass with one hand, and tilted her head back with refined grace.
"Oh, hi, Seung-hee...?"
"*Gack—!?*"
Caught off guard and having revealed the face beneath her mask to me, Seung-hee spat out the water she had been holding in her mouth. Looking utterly flustered, she frantically wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and hurriedly pulled her mask back up. Even then, her composure hadn't fully returned; she stared at me with wide, trembling eyes. Her face, from her cheeks to her ears, was dyed a deep, burning red, clearly mortified.
I was just as flustered, breaking into a cold sweat and stuttering, "U-um... I, I'm sorry..."
"......."
I had assumed she had some kind of complex, which is why I’d never shown any curiosity, but seeing her today, I couldn't understand why she felt the need to hide her face so thoroughly behind a mask. Her mouth and nose were small, sharp, and cute—the very definition of a beautiful girl. It seemed impossible that such a doll-like, tiny face could contain features that would warrant a complex. Yet, for some reason, she seemed deeply ashamed of having her face exposed.
Seung-hee glared at me as if to rebuke me, her eyes wide as if she were trying to shoot lasers through me. I bowed my head repeatedly, apologizing obsequiously until her gaze softened just a fraction. Once she calmed down, I carefully sat down next to her, pulled out our textbooks, and asked, "...S-shall we, u-um, start the lesson...?"
"......"
Seung-hee just huffed and turned her head away, acting coy. Not knowing how to react, I hesitated, feeling incredibly awkward. "U-um... S-Seung-hee?"
"......"
Even after that, she refused to answer and deliberately ignored me, acting cold. I couldn't help but feel anxious, wondering if seeing the inside of her mask was really such an unforgivable offense. In the end, I had no choice but to start the lesson while she refused to even look at me.
As we were in the middle of a rather meaningless lesson, I noticed that at some point, Seung-hee had turned her head back. She was squinting at me, glaring as if she were still sulking. I paused for a moment, gave her an awkward smile, and waved my hand slightly. "...A-are you feeling a bit better now...?"
But Seung-hee, perhaps still holding a grudge, coldly turned her head away again. After repeating this cycle of glaring and turning away several times, she finally seemed to have let go of her anger. She turned her body completely toward me and slowly scanned me up and down.
"....."
She stared at me blankly for a moment before muttering in a voice so quiet it was barely audible.
"...It's not time yet..."
"...Huh...?"
"...Forget it. What would you know, Oppa? Don't worry about it."
Seung-hee muttered in a rare, pouting tone. She let out a sigh, then suddenly turned her body to face me and said, "...You know, Oppa."
"Y-yeah?"
"Isn't Na-yeon acting a bit strange lately?"
"Huh...? N-Na-yeon?"
I blinked in confusion at the sudden mention of Na-yeon's name. Seung-hee frowned slightly and nodded vigorously. She stared at the mirror on the desk, smoothed her hair, and muttered, "Na-yeon used to have such a boyish personality. She had zero interest in dressing up, and she was the type to throw punches before words, so everyone was scared of her."
"A-and...?"
Seung-hee turned to look me straight in the eye and said, "But today, I saw her in class, looking in the mirror and using a hair straightener all by herself. It was so weird."
"Oh..."
I had no idea what that was supposed to mean, so I just blinked, eyes wide. Seung-hee shrugged her shoulders and said coyly, "...So I taught her how to do it. I did well, right?"
"Oh... y-yeah, you did..."
I broke into a cold sweat, feeling the subtle, tense rivalry typical of girls. Seung-hee glanced at me, then went back to looking in the mirror, casually smoothing her hair as she continued.
"...But you know, whenever I see Na-yeon like that, I get this thought."
"U-uh...? What kind of...?"
Seung-hee didn't answer for a while, just staring into the mirror with her blue-tinted eyes while fixing her hair. Then, suddenly, she gathered her skirt and stood up abruptly. She looked straight at me, her expression unreadable, and whispered, "...As Na-yeon’s closest friend, I suppose I have this urge to stop her from becoming happier than me...?"
"W-what is that supposed to mean..."
Before I knew it, Seung-hee had stepped right in front of me. She carefully climbed onto my thighs with her white-socked feet, balancing precariously. I was so tense that I could barely feel her weight pressing down on my legs. All my focus was centered on her suggestive expression as she looked down at me with a faint smile, and the darkness beneath her skirt, which was swaying and threatening to reveal everything.
I swallowed hard, my face turning pale, having no idea what she was planning to do. Seung-hee held her school skirt down tightly, as if to keep it from fluttering in the wind, and spread her legs slightly. In that position, she grabbed the hem of her skirt, slowly lifted it, and whispered softly.
"...Na-yeon will understand how I feel, too. She’s not exactly a nice girl either, just like me... *Hehe...*"
"S-Seung-hee...?"
My jaw dropped as I watched her white student panties reveal themselves before my eyes. Then, suddenly, Seung-hee threw the hem of her skirt over my entire head. She squinted, breathing heavily as if excited, and looked down at me, now swallowed by her skirt. As my hot breath began to permeate her crotch, she stroked my hair gently, as if it felt good.
"...From now on, I’m going to fill your head with my cute pussy... So that even when you look at other girls, you’ll keep thinking of this place..."
Trapped inside the hem of Seung-hee’s skirt, I gasped for air, unable to close my eyes for even a second. The damp heat and the slightly fishy scent of skin that had been trapped inside her school skirt all day enveloped my face. Literally right in front of my nose was her most precious body part, separated by only a thin layer of fabric. I could clearly see the indentation of her anatomy and the pitch-black, youthful pubic hair visible through her white panties.
Perhaps Seung-hee had naturally little body odor; despite being a high school girl with active hormones, there was almost no smell coming from down there. Instead, there was only the pleasant, faint scent of the soap she’d used during her shower. And the texture of that soft, squishy flesh—it felt as if her entire body were made of soft, low-viscosity slime.
Seung-hee looked down at me, seeing me with my mouth open, panting heavily, and smiled with satisfaction. She leaned over, reached her hand inside her skirt, and shoved her panties to the left. Then, she stroked my hair slowly and whispered.
"...Look to your heart's content, Oppa. ❤️"
Now, even the final barrier—that thin piece of fabric—was gone. My eyes went wide as I stared intently at the female genitalia right in front of me. Of course, I had seen bits and pieces of the female body while bathing with my younger sister, but I had never seen it this close or in such detail,