Just a Friendly Massage
I gripped her hips and slammed up into her without restraint.
We were going at it hard enough to make wet, flesh-smacking sounds when I unconsciously grabbed the inside of one of her thighs and hoisted it high.
“Euk!”
She startled and hurriedly flung both arms around the back of my neck for support. Now the only things keeping her from toppling over were one leg and my rock-hard cock buried deep inside her. Seoa’s waist trembled with unease, but I ignored it and kept slamming the heated upper part of my thigh against her ass. Every time our lower bodies spasmed and collided, her shaking breasts only made the cock I was driving into her even more arousing.
Right in the middle of my swollen cock sliding in and out, Seoa suddenly remembered how roughly my fingers had scraped across the inside of her mouth earlier. Why wouldn’t he kiss her? She was parting her lips and even sticking her tongue out to tempt him, yet Junhyun’s mouth never came closer.
“Let’s change positions. Turn around.”
I roughly grabbed her wrist and spun her. The second she turned, I drove my bare cock—no condom—straight into her deepest point. The new angle brought a whole new kind of stimulation. Facing each other doubled the shame.
Junhyun’s face was utterly ordinary. Not even her type. And yet every time she looked at it, her lower half grew sticky and hot, the insides of her thighs tingling. He had zero sexual appeal by any normal measure, yet she was weirdly drawn to him.
Those heavy, settled eyes of his had been completely shaken by the coquettish looks she used to throw him not long ago. Now they were calm as anything. Even when she met them head-on without mercy, he neither dropped them in embarrassment nor looked away.
But this nerd bastard… hnn… why is he so good at this?
The man she’d always treated like a sucker, a mere supporting character in her life. Feeling herself melt every time he roughly thrust his cock up into her made her feel pathetic.
When he said “Beg for it,” she simply couldn’t stop. Her brain had mistaken the shame for something else and sent the wrong signal straight to her sex. Pride and everything else got stripped away.
He knows exactly where I like it, exactly when I come…
Seoa couldn’t keep her mouth still any longer. She twisted her upper body and started sucking on Junhyun’s ear. Right now, if he told her to suck his toes, she would. And whenever her mood shifted like that, Junhyun would find a brand-new sweet spot and gift her fresh pleasure, as if tossing a treat to a dog.
And it’s way bigger than I expected!
That stiff, hard thing dug deep into her pussy and pounded the tip of her womb like a battering ram, sending a deep, resonant throb from her spine all the way into her bones. She’d slept with a few guys before, but this feeling was a first.
“Hnn! Ah, so good… Junhyun… I think I’m gonna come… Why are you so good at this?”
Junhyun didn’t answer; he just focused on thrusting. Sweat had soaked through his T-shirt, and she found herself tracing the lines of his body without thinking. Residual muscle after residual muscle revealed itself. She’d thought he was a skinny stick insect, but he had this much hidden muscle? And the forearm on his left arm had grown abnormally thick. Seeing that made Seoa’s chest lurch.
I’m crazy. I’m crazy. Did I actually fall for a guy like this?
Their eyes met suddenly and she whipped her gaze away.
“Hey.”
Even Junhyun’s dry voice now sounded erotic.
“Y-yeah…”
“Look at me.”
“Ah, why…”
“Hurry up. Do it while looking at my face.”
“What difference does looking at my face make?”
“Come on. Is that even a question? I’m doing it with Kim Seoa right now.”
At those words a sudden warm rush flooded around her heart. The pride that had been crushed into the dirt recovered just a little, and Seoa decided she had to make Junhyun feel good somehow.
After the fierce sex in the bathroom, the humidity had built up and things down below started getting sticky. Kim Seoa must have noticed too; she lowered her chin a little, put on that familiar pleading expression, and whispered.
“It’s too bright in here… I’m embarrassed…”
While I was still grinding into her, Kim Seoa hugged my body tight and whispered right into my ear.
“Want to finish on the bed? I’ll make you feel really good.”
“What are you planning?”
“Mmm~ I’ll show you when we get there.”
Until a moment ago I’d wanted to grind my molars every time she threw a tantrum, but now it was different. When she swayed her upper body coyly, those tits danced right in front of my eyes.
“Deal.”
“Eek!”
I scooped Kim Seoa up by the waist and she crossed her legs around me like a koala. Thanks to that, the slippery flesh inside her clamped down tight, the folds sticking and wrinkling together.
Sex forever! Sex is the best!
Now that I had some mental leeway, I could try this position and that position. Not only that—I no longer came in three minutes the second I put it in like some pathetic virgin.
Once I learned how to build and sustain the pleasure, it felt insanely good.
Ha, I want to do nothing but have sex all day.
I could live my whole life doing only this and be happy.
I carried Kim Seoa all the way to the bed before finally pulling my cock out of her pussy.
“What are you doing?”
“Lie down.”
Kim Seoa laid me down and poured the oil sitting nearby all over her own chest. Thick, sticky oil flowed down, following the shape of her breasts.
“Whoa…”
“Heh. Aren’t you being a little too vocal with the admiration?”
“Crazy… and then… uwaah!”
Kim Seoa leaned over my cock and sandwiched it between her two soft mounds. The oil made everything slick, and it was the softest part of her entire body, so the pleasure shot straight to the extreme.
“Whoa… this feels fucking incredible…”
“Really? I’m glad you said that.”
“The sensation is seriously… insane. Were your tits always this big?”
“I’ve been huge since middle school. I thought everyone knew. I even did this for my boyfriend back then.”
She lost her virginity in middle school?
Well, it made sense. Looking like that, no way the guys would have left her alone. Still, that bastard was ridiculously lucky. No—wait. By now, that bastard should be the one envying me, right?
Schlick—schlick—
At first she tit-fucked me slowly, like she was just spreading the oil, then at some point she started pumping up and down fast.
“Khh.”
The urge to come started building. I couldn’t control my heated thighs and stretched both legs out straight.
The moment I gave the signal that I was about to blow, Kim Seoa stuck out her tongue and licked across my glans in light, teasing strokes.
I personally can’t write a single Chinese character and know nothing about Buddhism, but in that moment I desperately wanted to pick up a brush and paint one big character.
Paradise.
“I-I’m coming!”
I’d told her earlier to warn me, so I said it. To feel even a little more until the very last second, I clenched my ass hard and thrust my hips up.
Hearing me, Kim Seoa stopped the titjob and took my cock deep into her mouth in one big swallow. I’d already been worked up so thoroughly that the rising heat left me no choice but to empty myself.
Sploosh.
I came hard into Kim Seoa’s mouth with thick, gulping pulses.
This was only the second time I’d come in a girl’s mouth since Jin Ayoung. If every woman was going to let me finish in her mouth just because I didn’t wear a condom, then I was never wearing a condom again for the rest of my life!
Even after I finished, Kim Seoa licked clean around the glans and every last drop that had spilled, like she was tidying up.
She didn’t forget to lick all the way under my balls until my cock went completely soft.
“Hoo… hoo… that was really good… hoo…”
Yesterday’s enemy is today’s ally, they say. The two of us who had been bickering so hard at the front door just a little while ago now lay side by side on the bed. Kim Seoa curled into a shrimp position while still lying down and stared at my face with sticky intensity.
After the sex we both just panted for a while. The moment the silence broke, we both started gathering our clothes without anyone saying a word.
Once she’d roughly finished dressing, Kim Seoa spoke carefully.
“Hey… Junhyun.”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t hate me or anything, right?”
“Ah, shit. As long as you don’t say weird stuff and don’t try to use me, of course I don’t hate you.”
“So when you got mad earlier, that means you hated me a little then…”
“Obviously. You think anyone would like someone who acts like you did?”
“That’s true. Okay. So right now you neither hate me nor like me.”
“Yeah. As long as you don’t bring up that damn insurance, we can stay friends.”
“Friends…?”
“Yeah. Friends.”
“Can we… really be friends?”
She was probably saying that because of the sex. Could a man and woman who’d mixed bodies stay just friends? Inside my head I was screaming “No,” but my body was screaming “Yes.”
The fact that Kim Seoa was a bitch of a woman still hadn’t changed. What mattered was how she acted toward me from now on. That said, it wasn’t like I hated the sex. I wanted that titjob she’d just given me again whenever I felt like it.
I wanted to save her as a permanent entry in the collection I planned to fuck for a long, long time.
“You don’t want to?”
“No. It’s not that… doesn’t it feel a little ambiguous? We just… did that.”
“What, sex?”
When I said the word “sex” out loud, Kim Seoa flinched a little.
“Yeah.”
“Is there a law that says friends can’t have sex?”
“No. It’s not that.”
“Friends give each other massages, right?”
“Hey, that’s a completely different story.”
“No it’s not. It’s the same. Massage is ultimately something you do to make someone feel good. Can’t we just think of it as giving each other massages?”
“Kang Junhyun… I’m twenty-nine and you’re the same age as me. I’m not an idiot, okay?”
“Think about it. We didn’t even kiss. We didn’t even hold hands.”
“Yeah. But that…”
“That what?”
“…Never mind. Keep talking.”
“There’s a progression in a romantic relationship—first you hold hands, then you kiss, then you have sex. Roughly that order, right?”
“It feels like a lot got skipped, but you’re not wrong.”
“So what we did was just a massage to make each other feel good.”
I knew full well my own words were bullshit, and her expression was screaming “Massage my ass,” but she still forced herself to nod and play along.
“Uh… does it work like that?”
“Yeah.”
“Th-then are you going to give me another massage next time?”
Whoa, shit. The way she’s acting right now is ridiculously cute. She’s basically asking if I’ll fuck her again.
“Yeah. If I’m not busy?”
“Then give me your number.”
“Okay.”
I typed my number into the smartphone she held out. The second she got it back she hit the call button; when my phone vibrated she canceled it.
“Save mine.”
“Okay.”
“What are you going to save it as?”
“Kim Seoa.”
“Ah, why.”
“Then what am I supposed to save it as?”
“Never mind…”
She fidgeted, looking around, meeting my eyes a few times and then looking away again. Finally she couldn’t stand the heavy atmosphere any longer and spoke.
“Uh… so what do we do now?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do I just leave?”
What the hell was she expecting me to do? I just stared blankly, and Kim Seoa sighed.
No matter how you looked at it, she was practically radiating that she still had a ton left to say.
I held back a laugh. The Kim Seoa I’d been crushing on until just recently was now clinging to me. She couldn’t bring herself to say “Let’s date,” so she was dancing around it, and the more I gave her nothing, the more frustrated she got.
She’s probably never confessed to a guy even once.
She turned her head away with the hollow expression of a lion that had just had its prey stolen by another lion.
“Hoo, fine. I’m going then.”
Kim Seoa picked up the pouch she’d brought and started to leave. But why was she moving half a step at a time? She was clearly dragging it out, hoping I’d grab her from behind somehow.
I was just about to burst out laughing at the back of her head when suddenly someone knocked on the front door.
Thud thud thud—
“Kang Junhyun…?”
It was Jin Ayoung’s voice.