The Best Practice Partner is a Loser
I kept thinking about it. Who the hell would believe that someone like me got a handjob from Park Eun-ji? My face still throbbed from where she’d hit me, and my head felt fuzzy, but none of that mattered right now. My mind had never been clearer. Every stray thought had vanished.
“Hoo…”
I took another deep breath. My trembling hands and feet finally steadied. I stared quietly at the door Park Eun-ji would walk through any second.
Clack—
The doorknob turned at the perfect moment. The door creaked open with an oddly chilling sound that echoed through the room.
“…Hah!”
Our eyes met again. Park Eun-ji looked at me and let out a disbelieving laugh. Then the door slammed shut behind her.
“What are you so proud of, sitting there? Get the hell down!”
Her hair was damp, and her face still glistened with moisture. She looked like she’d just finished washing up.
“…Why are you yelling?”
“Hoo, whatever. Just put your pants back on and get out already.”
Her tone made it sound like she was done with me. Compared to earlier when she’d been ready to kill me, she seemed much calmer now. Still, her gaze kept drifting down to my lower half. Those half-lidded eyes were clearly sparkling with curiosity.
“Pants? What about them?”
“…Fuck, are you trying to mess with me right now?”
She frowned hard. Her eyes flicked up to my face for a second, but they dropped right back down again.
“No? I’m asking why you’re not wearing pants.”
“Haa, haa… haaa…”
She was clearly worked up. It wasn’t sexual excitement though—it was her trying to swallow her anger.
“…Then what, you little shit? You gonna walk out of here with your dick out? Put your damn underwear and pants back on and get the fuck out of my room.”
Her reaction was better than I’d hoped. I was getting exactly the words I wanted out of her. Hoping my phone was recording it all properly, I pushed a little further.
“…Why did I… take my underwear off again…?”
It was a short exchange, but from her reactions I could tell I wasn’t about to get beaten to death. That gave me the courage to be bolder.
“……Did you hit your head when you fell or something?”
“No, I mean… I don’t really remember why I was in your room with my underwear off… or what I was doing.”
“Ha, hahaha…”
An awkward smile spread across Park Eun-ji’s face. Her eyes hardened for a moment before she started fanning her face with her hand.
“What the hell are you saying…! J-just hurry up and get back to your own house already…”
Her face flushed with embarrassment. She clearly didn’t want to have this conversation, and the way she twisted her thighs together made it obvious she had no idea what to do.
“A-ah…”
I remembered how wet her pants had been earlier. Whether she’d gotten turned on staring at my cock or not, one thing was certain—her underwear and pants were soaked through with something.
“…What. Fuck, what do you mean ‘a-ah,’ you bastard…”
She probably couldn’t change because I was still occupying her room.
“…What are you doing. Hey! What—what the hell are you doing!!”
I ignored her. I was too busy grabbing my limp dick and shaking it.
“I’m jerking off. You already saw me do it earlier.”
“…I-I wasn’t asking what you’re doing, I’m asking why the fuck you’re doing that shit on my bed!!”
Her voice came out in a startled yelp. Panic was starting to overtake her anger.
“Hng, haa… It’s not like you’ve never seen me jerk off before, right?”
“……”
She wasn’t about to punch me like before. Park Eun-ji looked like a pair of shriveled winter balls—completely shrunk in on herself, standing there hunched and frozen.
“I’m not gonna cum on your face again like last time, okay?”
“Y-you fucking bastard… W-what the hell have you been saying since earlier!!”
Empty carts make the most noise. All Park Eun-ji could do was scream, but she couldn’t actually do anything. She just stood there staring at me in a daze. She tried to hide it, but her eyes kept glancing at my cock.
“So… you’re not gonna look up close this time?”
“…Why would I. Why the fuck would I watch you jerk off up close…”
“You were begging to see it earlier.”
“…I never begged for anything…?”
“You threw a fit trying to take off my pants and underwear, though?”
“……S-so what do you want me to do about it…”
“Hng… haa, haa… This time I won’t cum on your face, so just come closer and check it out.”
“……”
It was pretty shocking, honestly. A loser she used to boss around had suddenly grabbed her head and shot cum all over her face. Anyone would’ve swung first.
“…So what’s different now…?”
“Hng… haa, if you touch a guy like this, he gets hard, you know?”
“…Yeah. So what do you want me to do?”
“That photo you sent. If some guy starts getting suspicious, just rub him like this and he’ll get hard right away, right?”
“…What the fuck are you talking about. Is that supposed to be advice?”
We were at that age where curiosity about sex was exploding. Twenty years old—whether guy or girl, that kind of curiosity was at its peak.
“No, but if it looks suspicious to anyone… what if the guy can’t get hard on purpose? Then what are you gonna do?”
“…So you’re saying I should just grab some random guy’s dick and jerk him off…?”
“Got a better idea?”
“……”
My suggestion was perfectly reasonable. Park Eun-ji was a total bitch with a nasty personality, but if she just kept her mouth shut and rubbed my cock… I’d probably cum pretty fast.
“You said you’ve touched a dick before, right?”
“…So?”
“Then it won’t be hard. The first time is always the difficult part, after all.”
“……”
She was just as inexperienced as I was. She didn’t know shit about guys. If I kept pushing while she tried to hide that fact, it would work out.
Park Eun-ji was full of pride. She’d never let me look down on her. Even when she didn’t know something, she’d pretend she did.
“…Hah! I-I’ve done this kind of thing plenty of times, okay…”
“Really?”
“…Yeah, you fucking asshole.”
There was no way she’d given a handjob before. Touching my clothes earlier had probably been her first time. The way her eyes kept burning holes into my cock made it throb with heat.
“Then you must be used to it, huh?”
“…Yeah. Super, super, super used to it?”
She tried to play it off like it was nothing, even crossing her arms and shifting her weight.
“W-what the fuck!”
I had only stood up, but Park Eun-ji freaked out and stumbled backward until her back hit the wall with a thud.
“You said you’re really good at it, right?”
“…At what?”
“Giving handjobs.”
“…W-why the hell would I—fuck—why would you tell me to jerk off a loser like you?!”
She might’ve been dumb, but she caught on quick. Her eyes that had been sneaking glances at my cock were now glaring at me with full intensity.
“You said you’re used to it. So what’s the problem?”
“…Why the fuck would I do that for some loser like you…?”
“Hmm… It’s just practice, you know?”
“…Practice?”
“Yeah. If you suddenly went around telling people you wanted to practice touching dicks, they’d think you were crazy, right?”
“…Why would I need practice? I’m already fucking good at it…?”
“That might just be what you think. Or maybe the guys were just pretending it felt good.”
“……So. So what do you want me to dooo…”
“I’m telling you, the best practice partner for this kind of thing is a loser. Who the hell would believe that Park Eun-ji gave a handjob to someone like me?”
“……No one, you fucking asshole.”
“Right. So hurry up and come grab my cock.”
My ridiculous words. Step by step, she approached. Park Eun-ji, whose curiosity about men was burning hot.
“…I just do it like I normally would…?”
Maybe she knew exactly what my cheap trick was and was playing along anyway. I didn’t care either way. I just sat back comfortably and enjoyed watching her flounder.
* Half of it was curiosity. The other half was preparation for the future.
…It sounded reasonable enough. If word got out that she’d practiced on me, she’d want to bite her tongue off. But with a loser like me… it probably felt safer. Even if rumors spread, no one would believe them.
“Hoo, ha… haaa…”
“What? Is there a problem?”
“…No? I-it’s just… it’s been a while since I touched one, so it feels… kinda weird…?”
It hadn’t been “a while”—it was her first time ever. The size was completely different from what she’d vaguely heard about in sex ed. That huge photo from random chat, too… She kept wondering if everything she’d learned in class had been wrong. And if it wasn’t, if all guys were this big… then there was no way something like this could ever fit inside her.
“…Ah, fuck.”
She’d let herself imagine something nasty. Why the hell was she thinking that about this loser…
“Haa, hng… hngh…”
Her fingertips kept trembling. She clenched her teeth so I wouldn’t notice.
“…I-I’m touching it.”
“Yeah. Do whatever feels comfortable.”
Grind—
Her irritation only grew at my relaxed response. But in this situation, all I could do was act calm and experienced. I kept an easygoing expression as I let her grab that disgusting thing.