Chapter 72 Friendship Handjob (2)
Chapter 72 Friendship Handjob (2)
I knew it was bullshit too.
The logic that since we'd each just masturbate alone when we got home anyway, it was more efficient to borrow each other's bodies to relieve our urges here.
What kind of absurd nonsense was that? That's sex—how could you call it masturbation?
But as I panted heavily, I didn't push away Chae-young's hands as she desperately grabbed at my pants, trying to yank them down.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Or maybe it was the selfish calculation that I needed her help tomorrow, so I should humor her.
If not that, then perhaps it was the six months of living with my youngest mother, who constantly tempted me, and the grueling abstinence that had dulled my reason. But none of those were the decisive reason.
I lowered my head and looked down at Chae-young.
"Hey, what are you doing? Hurry up and take them off! Take them off, damn it!"
She wasn't some inexperienced virgin, yet here she was, struggling like an amateur, making a tough-girl face while failing to properly pull down a guy's pants.
I saw Chae-young's dumbfounded expression.
She wasn't as stunning as the mothers in my household, but she was still undeniably pretty.
She didn't have the warm, gentle charm of Gaeul, my youngest mother, but her sharp, fierce eyes—leftover from her delinquent days—had their own appeal.
Even if she hadn't been the president's daughter, that bastard manager probably wouldn't have been able to resist sexually harassing her because of her striking presence.
"Ugh, seriously! Why won't these come off?!"
Despite her obvious arousal—her nipples visibly stiff beneath her thin tank top—her desperate tugging at my pants made her look more cute than sexy.
I let out a snort of laughter.
And in that moment, I realized.
Why, despite fending off countless women's blatant advances and never betraying my youngest mother, I was completely defenseless against Chae-young.
The women I'd been with—my "mothers"—were fundamentally different from Chae-young.
They were all devastatingly beautiful women who could make my cock throb, but every encounter ended with a heart-wrenching pain.
Because they were my family.
So the more pleasure I took from sex with them, the deeper the regret that followed.
The reason I hadn't crossed the line with my youngest mother in the past six months wasn't fear of losing control—it was guilt.
The crushing weight of knowing I was ruining a woman's life, one that could have been peaceful and beautiful if not for me.
That hypocritical sense of responsibility, that I at least had to protect her virginity, had been bearing down on me.
But Chae-young was different. With her, instead of guilt, I felt a comfortable, liberating joy.
Because we were friends.
If I confessed these thoughts, she might be a little sad, but true to her good-natured self, she'd shake it off quickly.
"Hey, Lee Eun-woo! Are we doing this or not? Sex—no, a friendship handjob! Are we doing it or not?!"
"Ah, hold on. What, are you in heat or something? With a friend?"
I gently stroked the back of Chae-young's head as she panted like a dog, tongue lolling.
Normally, that would've earned me a punch, but instead of getting mad, she closed her eyes and purred like a cat under my touch.
Even I, who had never seen Chae-young as more than a friend, felt my heart skip a beat at how pretty and dizzyingly attractive she looked in that moment.
"Fine, let's do it. ...A friendship handjob. Since we're friends, it's okay to help each other out, right?"
The more I spoke, the more my words tangled into nonsense.
In the end, I gave up trying to explain and just pulled down my pants.
Just as my restrained erection sprang free, Chae-young shoved her face right between my thighs.
At this rate, my cock was about to slap her cheek.
But Chae-young wasn't like my fourth mother, who wouldn't be satisfied unless things got rough, or my first mother, who would retaliate if sex didn't put her in her place. So I quickly took a step back.
"Huh?"
As she let out a disappointed whimper and crawled forward on her knees, I stopped her by pressing a finger to her forehead.
Chae-young blinked in confusion, then barked threateningly.
"What? Don't tell me you're backing out now? If you are, I'll just force you to fuck me!"
She looked like a kitten raising its paws—more adorable than intimidating.
How did she plan to "force" me with that small, fragile body of hers?
And why was she being so pushy?
For a former delinquent, she was fidgeting like a nervous virgin, unable to even meet my eyes.
"I'll do it. Don't worry."
At my words, Chae-young's face brightened instantly. The sheer extremity of her mood swings was endearing.
Part of me wanted to give her everything she wanted, but I had to draw the line.
Because this wasn't incest. It wasn't cheating on Gaeul. It was just two sexually frustrated friends using each other as tools—a "friendship handjob."
Still, I had to be careful. There was no telling when this mood might twist into something more violent.
"Let's set some rules."
Chae-young tilted her head at my suggestion, hesitated for a second, then defiantly yanked off her tank top.
Instantly, my gaze was stolen by the smooth, pale underarms exposed beneath her raised arms.
Had she groomed for this moment? Not a single stray hair marred that flawless skin.
And the deep, almost unnaturally pronounced hollows of her armpits contrasted sharply with her slender arms.
I was overwhelmed by the inexplicable depth of those curves.
The urge to wedge my cock between those deep grooves and grind was overwhelming, but I forced it down and continued.
"First rule: No penetration."
"What?! Why?!"
Chae-young threw her discarded tank top at my face in protest.
I reflexively caught it—and froze.
Because beneath that tank top, Chae-young's chest was now completely exposed.
The nipples that had already been prominent through the fabric now stood even stiffer in the open air.
I swallowed dryly as I stared at her breasts. Pink nipples as vivid as her skin.
And a fullness that defied her otherwise slender frame.
Her ribs were visible, her body delicate, yet her tits were large enough that I'd struggle to cup them fully in one hand.
"That's cheating."
"What's cheating?! A no-penetration rule is way more unfair for a friendship handjob!"
"Shut up for a sec. I'm not done."
"Tch...!"
I coughed awkwardly and looked away.
But thanks to my long abstinence, pre-cum was already leaking steadily.
If I kept staring at that provocative nudity, I'd probably cum before we even started.
"Second rule: Only three orgasms."
"Huh? Just three? That won't even take ten minutes!"
"What are you talking about? I'm not some two-pump chump—how am I supposed to cum three times in ten minutes?"
Chae-young awkwardly laughed and shut her mouth at my retort.
"Ah, hah. Right, right. Guys can't cum that fast normally."
"Good, you get it. Now, third rule—"
"Why so many rules?!" "No rough play."
"No way! Friends can go a little wild. Save the gentle stuff for your delicate noona."
I tried to glare at her teasing response, but my eyes were already locked onto her smooth legs, tangled together at the ankles.
Why was this happening?
Had Chae-young always been this hot?
I'd never once imagined having sex with her before, but now that we were here, she was no longer just a friend—she was a woman.
'No. This isn't sex—it's a friendship handjob! The moment I see her as a woman, it becomes cheating on Gaeul!'
I screamed internally, struggling to hold onto my crumbling reason.
Then, as if aware of my turmoil, Chae-young spread her legs wide and whispered,
"Hey, look. This is what you wanted to see, right? No need to look away. I won't get mad—we're friends, aren't we? What's wrong with showing a friend? ...Right?♥"
Before she even finished speaking, Chae-young hooked her thumbs into her waistband and yanked her pants down.
"So? My pussy... the shape, the color—pretty, right?"
And she had every right to boast.
A flawless, snow-white pussy, meticulously groomed without a single stray hair.
It was so obscenely beautiful that I wanted to revoke my no-penetration rule on the spot.
How could anyone just rub against that and call it enough?
Should I take it back now?
After seeing a pussy like that, how could anyone just grind against it without going inside?!