Chapter 73 Friendship Handjob (3)
Chapter 73 Friendship Handjob (3)
Huu, huuu, huuuu.
I took a deep breath.
If I didn't, I'd turn into a fucking horny dog right this second.
If I didn't calm myself down, I would've lunged at Chae-young, skipped foreplay entirely, and shoved my cock straight into her pussy.
She might not be a virgin—given her delinquent girl past—but my dick was unusually big. If I forced it in without properly loosening her up or letting her get wet enough, she'd definitely be in pain.
Using each other's bodies for mutual masturbation—a friendship handjob—and only caring about my own pleasure was absolute bullshit.
That wouldn't be any different from sex. No, it'd be rape.
So I clenched my teeth, suppressing the urge to grind my cock against the deep hollow of Chae-young's armpit or her slender thighs, and forced myself to stay serious.
Chae-young seemed to realize I wasn't joking about setting rules.
She pulled her pants back up, listening intently—though her body was still burning with arousal. One hand absentmindedly rubbed her breasts, her fingers flicking at her nipples.
She didn't seem embarrassed, probably because she wasn't even aware she was doing it.
And I was no different. Without thinking, I had been gripping my cock tightly, stroking it unconsciously. I let go and spoke.
"Alright, tell me the rules I just mentioned."
"Rule one: Suck Eun-woo's cock deliciously. Rule two: Don't refuse anything Eun-woo asks for. Rule three—"
"Stop messing around."
"......."
Chae-young shut her mouth when she saw the terrifying expression on my face—one I had never shown her before.
It wasn't an expression I should've been making toward a friend, especially a female one.
Feeling guilty, I quickly softened my expression and continued.
"I have a confession. The truth is... I'm... uh..."
I paused, searching for the right words.
Chae-young already knew I was the son of a pseudo-religious cult leader, but that didn't mean I had to reveal my secret abilities to her.
I needed a plausible excuse.
After gathering my thoughts, I spoke.
"I... can get pretty rough during sex. Sometimes, I lose control. Even if the girl begs me to stop, I'll just keep going—brutally, violently. Over and over, hundreds of times... It's practically rape.
So, in modern terms, I guess I'm an S. So if you want to stop, say it now. Because once we start, no matter how much you beg, I won't listen."
Contrary to the well-prepared lie I had in mind...
I ended up telling her the truth.
I couldn't bring myself to lie to Chae-young, my first real friend.
So, without realizing it, I spilled my darkest secret to her.
The kind, considerate side of me she had seen all this time? A lie.
The real me was the monster who had brutally violated his own mothers.
This was a confession I could only make to Chae-young—someone I was comfortable with, someone who wasn't family, not even Gaeul noona, who blurred the line between family and lover.
I squeezed my eyes shut, already regretting it, certain she'd see me differently now.
But—
"Pfft—HAHAHA! What the hell? You were acting all serious, and that's what you were worried about? I thought you were gonna say something insane, like you can't cum unless you're cross-dressing and fucking a girl or something!"
"......You're okay with it? You don't know how rough I might get. You really still wanna do this?"
"That's what a friendship handjob is for! No overthinking, no conditions—just fulfilling your friend's desires! That's the whole point!"
"Where the hell did you even learn that term... Sounds like something from an anime."
"Sh-shut up! Don't act like you're not embarrassed too!"
Chae-young punched my shoulder—just like she always did.
As if to prove that, despite being half-naked and panting while staring at each other's bodies, we were still just friends.
"You get rough? It's not like you'd hit me or anything, right? Not your style."
"I would."
"You'd hit me?"
"Yeah. Your ass or tits."
"Oh. Well, that's fine then."
Chae-young answered so breezily it made my worries seem ridiculous. Then she pulled her pants down.
I had hoped to see her plump ass again, but unlike her upper body, she was still wearing underwear.
But the gray panties she had on were soaked through at the center, the fabric clinging to the shape of her pussy lips. Somehow, that was even lewder than if she had been completely naked.
The scent of her arousal hit my nose—a musky, feminine smell that only men could detect.
It wasn't unpleasant.
It was intoxicating, the kind of scent that made a man's cock throb.
But Chae-young, suddenly self-conscious, stopped mid-motion and hunched over, covering her dripping pussy with both hands.
For a delinquent girl and the daughter of a company president, her bashfulness was... incredibly hot.
Gulp.
Hearing me swallow, Chae-young smirked and slowly straightened up.
"So... should we start? We don't have much time left! Stupid alcohol... Tch."
Her face was completely flushed, her neck trembling—clearly embarrassed—yet she stood defiantly.
"W-well? Aren't you gonna take your clothes off too? You're not seriously planning to do a friendship handjob with your clothes on, are you? If my juices get all over your clothes, I-I'm not responsible!"
Her blatant bravado was so adorable I wanted to grab her face and kiss her senseless.
But I couldn't.
Because Chae-young was my friend.
And in a friendship handjob—where we only used each other's bodies for masturbation—kissing was as much of a taboo as actual sex.
Even though this was my first time, I knew that instinctively.
"Hurry up and strip. Or what... scared? Afraid your tiny dick will shrivel up in front of your friend?"
It was a weak taunt, but I played along.
On purpose.
"I'll take them off, so shut up. And hey—what's that?"
I pointed at the slick trail running down her inner thigh.
"What's wrong, Chae-young? Already dripping? You that turned on just from seeing your friend's hard cock?"
"Look who's talking."
Unfazed, she pointed at my own crotch.
I shut my mouth when I realized I was no better—precum was already leaking, making my underwear sticky, and I hadn't even touched her yet.
Huuuu.
I exhaled deeply, trying to calm my pounding heart.
Chae-young giggled at the sight, then peeled off her socks, revealing bare feet.
A faint steam rose from them.
Between the alcohol and the musky scent of her feet and pussy, I was going insane.
It's not like this is my first time... or even my tenth. Why can't I calm down?
Had I been holding back too long?
No, that wasn't it.
Thinking about it, all the people I'd been with were my mothers.
So what I'd done wasn't just sex—it was incest, the ultimate taboo.
This was my first time with someone I genuinely liked—as a friend—without any of that twisted, immoral baggage.
"Wait. That—"
I grabbed her wrist as she tried to peel off her soaked panties.
"Why?"
She subtly rubbed her clit against the back of my hand, but I pretended not to notice, pushing through my own embarrassment.
"Don't... take them off. The panties."
"Huh? Why? I don't mind... What's the big deal?"
For a delinquent girl who had deliberately worn these obscenely arousing gray panties, she somehow seemed genuinely clueless.
I wanted to kiss her stupid.
"...Because they're hot."
"Huh? Didn't catch that. Say it again~"
I hadn't even whispered, but Chae-young smirked and leaned in, pressing her ear close.
I flinched, but I wasn't about to let her win.
I brought my lips right next to her eardrum and murmured, my breath practically a caress:
"They're hot. Your panties. Soaked with your juices like some pervert's. Don't take them off. Keep them on while we do it."
"Hngh—hng, uuuh..."
Chae-young shuddered, her hips trembling from my breath.
But she quickly regained her composure, crossing her arms and looking down at me with feigned arrogance.
"Hmph. You pervert. Making requests like that during a friendship handjob. But you strip. I don't—don't find your stupid cum-stained underwear hot at all!"
"It's precum, not cum."
"...? What's the difference? Whatever, just hurry up and take it off! ...I wanna see your dick already."