Childhood Friend 2

Seo Mi-na's pants slid down the smooth length of her legs, and at last her pussy came into view—the very same one I had seen before the Regression.

"Damn... hahh..."

The sound of admiration escaped me before I could stop it. It was so clean I could hardly tell whether I was looking at a pussy or a scar split straight down the middle.

"H-hey... what are you doing...?"

Flustered, Seo Mi-na tried to cover herself with a slender hand.

"Looking."

That was all the answer I needed to give. I was simply taking in that pristine pussy.

Out of nowhere, a thought about pussies came to me.

A pussy is a part of the body you enjoy with all five senses. You drink it in with your eyes, taste it with your tongue and your cock, feel it under your hands—and thrown in for free, it fills your ears with sounds that feel good. Just ramming it in and nothing else doesn't count as really enjoying it.

"Hnngh... haah..."

I breathed her in. There was nothing foul about the smell. Hidden away as it was, some scent was inevitable, but what rose to meet me was only something lewd.

Sniff. Sniff.

I was savoring the scent of her pussy when Seo Mi-na spoke, her voice ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠trembling.

"...Don't tell me you're smelling it...?"

"Yeah."

"Why would you smell that... You're insane...... You're actually insane..."

Shame had her clenching her mouth and her pussy alike, her whole body shivering.

Carefully, I slipped a finger into the parted slit. Slick....

"...Aaah...! Nooo..."

Seo Mi-na flinched, as if she might spring into the air.

"You're wet...?"

The words seemed to strike her with embarrassment; her eyes shook, wide and unsteady.

Ha.

So Seo Mi-na really was a woman. We'd been in touch almost every day, meeting, staying that close, and I had never once seen her for the woman she was. What the hell kind of guy was I...

Even now I felt it—a duty, or maybe a calling—to make Seo Mi-na into a real woman.

This time I worked my middle finger lightly into her opening as I spoke.

"......Almost like it's already getting ready to take me."

"N-no... it's not..."

"Should I not put it in...?"

"..."

Seo Mi-na didn't answer. Deep down, she seemed curious about my cock. I still had no intention of putting it in yet.

"...Huh? What's this?"

"Aah...!"

When I pressed firmly on her clitoris, her heels lifted off the ground.

"That feels weird......"

"Yeah, it is a little weird, isn't it...?"

How to put it. Like silken tofu, ready to fall apart at any moment...? Were women's clits really this delicate...?

"I-is it that weird...?"

"Kind of feels like it...?"

It was unusually tender.

"...Is something wrong with it...?"

"Mm... I think I need to have a little talk with it."

"Huh...? You mean at a hospital...?"

"No. With my lips."

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pressed my mouth to Seo Mi-na's pussy. The long-split flesh answered me like a pair of lips, and her clitoris rolled against my tongue as if it were a tongue of its own. It was like kissing a mouth that was impossibly soft and tender.

No. This was more ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠than a kiss.

I sucked her clit between my lips and drew on it, now and then catching it lightly between my teeth. Only just. But it was enough.

"Aaaahn...... haaaahn... don't... haaht... haahn... ah! Ah!"

Seo Mi-na's moans were incredibly good to hear—a woman's voice, soft and tender as her pussy itself, careful, and yet spilling out on instinct. I wanted something stronger.

I pursed my lips and sucked as if I meant to pull her clitoris right out of her.

Schluuuuurp!!!!!

Her flesh was so tender that the whole of her pussy nearly followed my mouth up. Seo Mi-na couldn't take it; she tried to yank her hips back, and the more she did, the more stubbornly I shoved my face between her thighs. In the end she grabbed my hair like a handle.

"Haaaaaaahn, yaaaaahn❤"

I ate her so fiercely I was sure my face had left a stamp beside her pussy. A bizarre fantasy rose in me—that if anyone ever looked between Seo Mi-na's legs, they would know at a glance that I was her owner.

Her clitoris swelled and swelled until it was like a ripe cherry. But I could feel the screaming around us gradually dying away.

Most of them seemed to have been taken by the aliens. That meant we didn't have much time left.

A shame, but if ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠we were going to move on, I had to part from her clitoris. I sucked hard and drew my face away. The goodbye was fierce enough to pop.

"Haaaahn...!!!"

"Want to do it from behind...?"

Seo Mi-na startled a little.

"F-from behind...?"

She looked surprised, as if I'd just named her own preference.

"Yeah. From behind. The way you like it."

I hadn't really felt it properly before the regression. This time I wanted to taste it right.

"...Hey. I don't even know about stuff like that..."

"Turn around."

"U... okay."

She turned awkwardly, and her legs looked ready to give out beneath her.

"I can see a pretty macaron...?"

"...Macaron? I like macarons..."

"Stand a macaron on its edge and it looks just like your pussy, Mi-na."

"......Wh-what are you saying! Even so, comparing that to food..."

Even as she protested, I spread Seo Mi-na's pussy as wide as it would go.

I'd wanted to see her womb. I couldn't.

"...There's a cute little obstacle in the way."

"...What does that mean?"

It was her hymen.

I got to my feet and caught Seo Mi-na by the waist.

"This friend of mine is going to get rid of the obstacle for you."

"...Huh?"

I set the head of my cock lightly against her entrance, then put a little strength into my hips and pushed.

"Uh... uh...?"

Her hymen resisted the head; pressure gathered at the tip, and a moment later it drove in a little harder, the head sinking into her pussy. Seo Mi-na's hymen was gone forever—erased by me, Park Woong-sung.

"Aht—!"

Her pussy rolled inward along the path of my cock. The inner flesh was as soft as silken tofu, but the grain of her walls was chaos itself. Irregular ridges crowded so thick it felt as if I'd dipped my cock into a sea anemone, and they stroked the head and the shaft without mercy.

"Ah... aht..."

I couldn't hold this in either. A raw, helpless bliss broke from my own mouth.

"Mi-na... your pussy is really... the... the best...!"

"Haahn... Woong-sung... Woong-sung......!"

Calling my name, Seo Mi-na gradually lifted her hips. When there was nowhere left to rise and she stopped, she and I were joined completely, perfectly, as one. I didn't stop there. I drew my hips back and kept driving into her depths.

"...Ha... haahn..."

Seo Mi-na turned her head and kept looking into my eyes. Her eyesight was poor; she could barely see, and still she seemed to want to look at me. Her expression was terribly lewd. No—it was the face of someone begging for a kiss. The way her tongue peeked out a little made it obvious.

But I didn't give it to her easily. I wanted her to beg harder. The more she did, the more she would want me. I kept driving my cock in hard and easing back, watching Seo Mi-na with a heavy, lingering gaze. She no longer looked away.

"Woong-sung, I love you..."

She said it, and then she was the one who pressed her lips to mine.

Until I came, it didn't stop—the sticky exchange of our bodies, and of the saliva between our lips.

"Woong-sung, are you feeling any better...?"

"Yes, much better. Thank you for worrying about me, Auntie."

"That's a relief..."

We were in a temporary shelter converted from a subway station. Auntie and I had taken refuge here.

"I wonder if Mi-na's had anything to eat..."

Auntie was worrying over Seo Mi-na. Every time she did, I had no idea what I was supposed to say.

The sex from that day came back to me now and then. It was an unforgettable memory, the one I had made with Seo Mi-na. What put me in a bind was everything that followed.

I thought back to the conversation we'd had then.

And then Seo Mi-na asked me, still in that trembling voice, whether we were dating now. I had been about to answer, but she told me to give her the answer once we went back.

That conversation was the end of it. She and I jumped together.

And yet, somehow, I woke in a temporary shelter.

The moment I came to, I tried to work out whether this was a point after the regression, or whether I had failed to regress at all. But the soldiers had already found me and brought me here. They said I had been lying collapsed on top of a dead alien. That was enough to tell me the reset had failed.

I asked them where Seo Mi-na was. Every last one of them gave me the same answer: they had never seen a girl like that. So I had been trying ever since to learn where she had gone, and what had become of her. In a corner of my heart, though, I already knew.

Seo Mi-na was dead.

In the end, the only way to fix this mess was a reset. But I couldn't reset. It wasn't that the ability had vanished. Since waking, I had felt a sense beyond the usual five, and that sense was warning me—instinctive, and fierce—that if I reset now, I would certainly die.

"I'm sure Mi-na's eating just fine."

"...She is, right?"

"They found me passed out outside, and that's how I lived. Mi-na will have been the same."

A lie.

But I could never tell Auntie the truth. If she knew, she would lose her mind.

"...Thank you."

Auntie said she was grateful. Probably because I had comforted her, and lightened her worry even a little. But if she learned that Seo Mi-na had died because of me, what face would she make? I never wanted to see that face. Not even for a moment that would vanish.

I had to find a way to regress, and fast. Then something happened that punched a hole straight through my plans. A supply truck arrived, bringing new survivors from the surrounding area—and one girl who came in with them.

"Huh? Seo Mi-na's dead, though?"

The bitch who spat that out without a flicker of hesitation, right in front of Auntie, was Jeon Yu-rim. The delinquent girl who had hated my guts all through middle school and high school.