I Prefer It Thick and Firm
It was while I was busy pounding Park Ah-young. Ignoring the faint vibration of my phone, I kept thrusting my hips. Buuuzz— Buuuzz— Buuuzz— But the other side refused to give up. Twice, three times, four times… the call kept ringing without end.
Maybe it was Park Eun-ji? That would’ve been perfect. The thought of her made me slam into Park Ah-young even harder. Squelch—!! After pumping what might’ve been the fourth or fifth load straight into her womb, I savored the afterglow for a moment before reaching for my phone. My cock was still buried inside her pussy. Park Ah-young whimpered and squeezed down on me, but the missed-call screen showed an unexpected name.
[Choi Ji-young]
A question mark popped into my head. Why was she calling me? My first thought was that it couldn’t be anything good. I was about to ignore it when another string of short vibrations came through.
“…Drinks?”
The messages carried a faint whiff of alcohol through the screen. Right after came an address.
“U-ung… Do-hyeon-ah, I… my stomach, hngh, hngh…♥”
Park Ah-young’s body trembled. Leaving her in this state made me hesitate, but I couldn’t resist the pull of Choi Ji-young’s invitation.
“…You keep clenching, noona. I got hard again.”
“Ah, don’t…! I-I’m seriously gonna die, I’m dying…♥”
Park Ah-young squirmed in cute protest, but her pussy only fluttered and sucked on my cock even more.
“One more time, okay?”
“Ah, I said no… down there, it’s really—! A-ang…♥!”
She resisted. That was all. I pumped another load deep inside her. After washing her limp body, I carried her to her own room in her apartment and laid her down. The place was empty, as usual. She passed out almost immediately.
“Kk, kkngh…♥ Don’t… I really can’t anymore, ah, I can’t….”
I gave her breasts a few squeezes while she mumbled, then headed out to meet Choi Ji-young—and probably Park Eun-ji.
*
Big expectations often lead to big disappointments. I’d thought this drinking party would be fun, but the scene wasn’t much different from our old high-school classroom. Park Eun-ji sat in the center, surrounded by guys who kept shooting her greasy looks and laughing too loud. My seat was in the corner—the farthest, most inconvenient spot, where even going to the bathroom drew everyone’s attention.
“Eunji, how did you get even prettier?”
“Right? She looks like ten times better than before.”
The guys kept glancing at her, pouring drinks and showering her with compliments.
“Ugh… you guys are so gross. And Eunji was always pretty, okay!?”
“…Who said she wasn’t? I’m just saying she looks even better now that I haven’t seen her in a while.”
“What about me? Me!?”
“…You’re, uh, passable, I guess.”
“Yah, you bastards! You can’t even beat Eunji in a fight!”
“W-Why bring that up all of a sudden? And… it’s not that we let her win, it’s just… Eunji’s insanely strong, you know…?”
Nothing had really changed. Not with Park Eun-ji, not with Choi Ji-young, and not with the rest of their little clique.
“Hehe… still, it’s nice seeing everyone after so long, right?”
“…Yeah, I guess.”
“We used to hang out all the time. Eunji, you barely check your messages these days.”
“…Did I?”
The conversation drifted from small talk straight into everyone drooling over Park Eun-ji. The guys were obviously desperate to get even one word with her.
“Hey~ KimJjin~ You drinking? You know how?”
Choi Ji-young called out to me while I was getting annoyed by the atmosphere. She rested her chin on her hand from across the table.
“…Ah, yeah.”
“Up we go~ Hey, move. Switch seats with me.”
“What the… so annoying.”
The seat against the wall made it awkward to pull the chair out, but Choi Ji-young’s old spot was right next to Park Eun-ji. Kim Ji-wook, who’d been beside me, shot up with a dopey grin the second she stood.
“Hmm… soju? Beer? Soju-beer mix? What do you want?”
Choi Ji-young, already looking plastered, plopped down beside me. A strong wave of alcohol hit me, along with the sweet scent of perfume and makeup. She must’ve sprayed a ton of it.
“Hey~ Why so quiet? Don’t want what I’m pouring?”
“…No, that’s not it… soju’s fine.”
“Nice~ You can actually drink.”
She smiled and kept pouring until my glass was full.
Clack—
“Why’d you put it down? Drink it.”
“Ah… gulp, gulp. Haa…”
The soju burned going down, but left a weird sweet aftertaste.
“Yah~ Kick… don’t overdo it. Who’s gonna take care of your owner if you get drunk?”
Plenty of people here looked ready to take care of Park Eun-ji. In fact, half the table seemed desperate to.
Clack— One drink in and my movements grew bolder. I set the glass down loudly and picked up some side dishes with my chopsticks. The savory tofu and slightly sweet stir-fried kimchi tasted decent. This was why people drank.
“…Why?”
Choi Ji-young was staring at me with narrowed eyes. I had to look back at her with my mouth still full of food.
“Ah~ What? You’re just gonna drink by yourself without me?”
“Uh, sorry. My… glass…”
She looked around. All the clean glasses were gone, so she suddenly snatched mine.
“It’s fine~ I’ll just drink from this.”
“I can get a new one—”
“I said it’s fine~ By the time you go out and come back… what, you got some disease or something?”
“N-No, that’s not…”
“Then it’s settled. Here, hurry up and give it.”
“…Okay.”
It felt a little awkward. Her attitude toward me hadn’t really changed, yet something felt different now that we were adults. After one drink I was already getting tipsy, my judgment softening.
“Kkhh~ Ah, it’s so sweet~”
She made a face, then shook the empty glass above her head. A few drops fell.
Clack—!
“Hey, side dishes.”
“…Huh?”
“I’m not the only one with a mouth here~ Feed me too.”
“……Uh, well… over there, um, yeah.”
Was she always this friendly? Obviously she was friendly in general, but had she ever been this affectionate with me? Everyone here was acting the same way. None of them were the ones who used to bully me or order me around. Of course not—I had been Park Eun-ji’s personal shuttle. In a weird way, that gave me a strange kind of ranking. Since I belonged to Park Eun-ji, nobody dared touch me. All the real violence and abuse had come from her alone.
“Not that kimchi. The thick part.”
“…This?”
“Yeah. I like it thick and firm, not all mushy.”
She was talking about the kimchi stem versus the leaf, but the way she said it sent a strange shiver through my hand holding the chopsticks.
“Ah~”
“……”
The picture looked wrong. Why was I feeding Choi Ji-young tofu kimchi with my own chopsticks? It felt like I’d been completely played.
“Mmm… tasty. I should’ve ordered more of this. The fish-cake soup is meh.”
There was still plenty of tofu kimchi left in the corner. Meanwhile, the glass that had been in Choi Ji-young’s hand somehow ended up back in mine.
“Drink up~ Don’t push yourself too hard.”
“…Gulp, gulp, khh!”
“You drink well.”
I wondered if she’d feed me too, but of course that didn’t happen.
“You and I are finishing this bottle, got it?”
She shook the soju bottle, which still had a little over half left, and poured it into my glass.
“Hey, what are you doing? It’s my turn.”
Instead of pouring me another, she leaned in and drank straight from the glass in my hand.
“Khh~ Nice. I think I’m finally getting drunk.”
She’d been drunk for a while. My face felt strangely warm on one side.
“What, already tapping out?”
“…No? I’ve still got a ways to go.”
“Oh~ Then hurry up and take my glass~”
It was Park Eun-ji. Her eyes, slightly unfocused, were glaring straight at me.