Chapter 71 Friendship Handjob (1)
Chapter 71 Friendship Handjob (1)
"Hah!"
I was shocked by the thought that had just crossed my mind.
So shocked, in fact, that if I had reacted even a second slower, I might have spat the strong liquor I was holding in my mouth right onto Chae-young's face.
Luckily, that didn't happen. Instead, I covered my mouth with my palm and spat the liquor into it.
"Cough, cough."
Chae-young, breathing heavily, moved closer to me and gently rubbed my back.
Her touch was so tender that it was hard to believe she was a former delinquent. Considering how arrogantly she usually treated others at the factory, this was especially unexpected.
She probably only acted this way toward me.
"You okay?"
Her voice, too, was impossibly sweet.
But I couldn't accept Chae-young's kindness at face value.
I averted my eyes from her exposed cleavage and subtly pushed her shoulder away.
As a man, I couldn't possibly misunderstand the intentions of a woman who suddenly took off her top while drinking alone with me.
And Chae-young, being no fool, would have understood the meaning behind my rejection.
Her face, usually so lively, darkened—and my mood soured along with it.
But there was nothing I could do.
I couldn't betray Gaeul, the woman who might be my youngest mother, my sister, or my lover.
The warm, tipsy atmosphere shattered in an instant.
Chae-young scooted away from me, pulling her legs in and hugging her knees.
The way she sat, with her knees drawn up, made her already prominent hips even more noticeable. Unlike Gaeul's slender, delicate frame, Chae-young had a thick, round backside—perfect for burying my cock into.
And with her breasts resting on her knees, their size—not massive, but disproportionately large for her otherwise slim figure—stood out even more.
Was this blatant seduction?
No, maybe not.
I stole a glance at her while sipping my drink and saw her expression on the verge of tears.
Rejected in a way unbecoming of a former delinquent, she had curled up into herself.
And for some reason, that wounded look on her face turned me on the most.
My cock stiffened instantly. If Chae-young touched me right now, I'd probably spurt precum right then and there.
Living with Gaeul for half a year—waking up to her scent every morning—yet never once crossing that line had left me pent-up. Even with daily masturbation, the frustration never faded.
"Eun-woo... do you hate me?"
Chae-young's voice trembled, as if she were about to cry.
Had she gotten drunk already? I checked her face, but she didn't seem that far gone.
No, it was just the alcohol and the fact that we were alone, loosening her tongue in ways she normally wouldn't allow.
"I mean, of course you do... I'm not all soft and feminine like your sister."
"Soft and feminine? What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know... I'm not as proper as her. Look at this—piercings. You hate that, right? Most guys do."
I stayed silent, watching as Chae-young, who had stopped even pretending to drink, sank deeper into gloom.
Just from my gaze alone, she buried her face between her knees, cheeks burning, unable to meet my eyes.
Maybe I should comfort her a little...
Beyond being my friend, Chae-young was the de facto boss of this factory—higher up than even the manager—and I needed her help tomorrow.
No, it wasn't just about that.
I wasn't the type to leave a crying woman alone.
Just like how, half a year ago, I couldn't bring myself to abandon Gaeul.
"No, you're pretty. Why would you think that?"
I quietly got up and reached for her face, stroking her earlobe—the softest part of a woman's body, aside from her pussy.
The sensation sent a thrill through me, especially when my fingers brushed against the cold metal of her piercings.
But then I noticed Chae-young staring at me and quickly sat back down.
Too late.
My fully erect cock strained against my pants, impossible to hide.
It was already big enough to be noticeable even when sitting.
"...You're hard?"
"...Yeah. Well, kinda."
I tried to play it cool, but my voice betrayed my anticipation.
Things were heading in that direction.
Had I made a mistake?
Should I have refused when Chae-young invited me for drinks?
...No, I couldn't have. I needed her car tomorrow to visit my fourth mother.
The factory was in the middle of nowhere—no public transport, and taxis were too expensive. Plus, Gaeul would notice if I took one.
So I had no choice.
Right, I hadn't come here planning to betray Gaeul.
"What the hell? I thought you were either a eunuch or gay, the way you ignored me earlier—but you're totally fine!"
Chae-young, suddenly perking up, scooted right next to me, her shoulder pressing against mine.
She was wearing a tank top, so her bare skin touched me.
A jolt of electricity ran through me.
It had been so long since I'd had any physical contact with a woman.
Even though I lived alone with Gaeul—and despite seeing her naked more times than I could count—I never touched her.
I was afraid of my own power, of what might happen if I lost control.
"...It's pretty big."
Chae-young murmured as she leaned even closer.
Her breath, laced with alcohol, washed over me—but it wasn't unpleasant. Mixed with it was the scent of her skin, something primal and intoxicating.
To a man as starved as me, it was like an aphrodisiac.
"Big... really big."
She rubbed my forearm with her palm, whispering.
"What is?!"
I crossed my legs defensively, but my cock was too obvious to hide.
"What do you mean, 'what'? I wasn't talking about that! I meant your arm! You don't even work out, but it's big..."
She rested her chin on my shoulder, her breath warm against my face.
When I turned slightly, I saw her pupils dilated—whether from alcohol or something else.
That delinquent glint in her eyes made my cock twitch.
She wasn't a stunning beauty like Gaeul, but the way she looked at me was more arousing than anything.
"Eugh, the smell..."
Only then did I realize I had leaked precum into my underwear.
It wasn't full ejaculation, but the shame was overwhelming.
I shot to my feet.
I should've left long ago, but my desires had held me back until now.
Gaeul's face flickered in my mind.
Guilt finally overpowered my lust. I had to push Chae-young away and go back to Gaeul.
She'd welcome me with a warm smile, draw a bath for me, and then—
Casually step into the bathroom naked, hoping I'd finally take her.
I staggered slightly, blood rushing away from my head, but steadied myself and headed for the door.
But then—
Chae-young, former delinquent and current heiress, wrapped her arms around my legs.
"You're joking! You're really gonna leave after all this? Have some shame! You can't just blue-ball a girl like this—you'll get stabbed one day!"
She was practically snarling, but I didn't budge.
Gaeul's face still lingered in my mind.
For the past six months, she had sacrificed everything for me, treating me like her own son.
Even out of sheer loyalty—if not love—I couldn't betray her.
"D-Don't go! Who said anything about dating? D-Don't flatter yourself! You're not even my type! It's just... there's no clubs here, no fun places, and you're the only guy around. So... let's just be fuck buddies."
"Fuck buddies?"
After half a year in the outside world, I knew what that meant.
A bizarre hybrid of sex and friendship.
"Yeah, you bastard! Who said I wanna date you? It's just two lonely, horny people helping each other out. What are you gonna do if you go home now?"
"...Play games?"
"Be honest, asshole! Don't lie to your friend."
"I'll jerk off and play games. If Gaeul isn't back yet."
"S-See?! Same here! I'll just masturbate too. But if we're gonna do that anyway, wouldn't it be better to use each other's bodies? Feels better, right? ...Right?"
My head was foggy from alcohol and rising excitement.
It sounded ridiculous, but also... kind of logical?
If we were both going to masturbate anyway, why not do it together?
"Exactly! This isn't sex. It's not cheating. No emotions, no love—just mutual masturbation. So you don't have to feel guilty toward your sister."
"R-Really?"
It still sounded stupid, but my cock was too hard to just walk away now.
"Come on! Friends help each other out, don't they? If you can't even do this, are we really friends?"
Chae-young, who had been clinging to my legs, suddenly stood up and slapped my back.
It was her usual rough way of showing affection—something only a former delinquent would do.
A friendly gesture...
So then—
"S-Sure... let's do it. Just masturbating?"