Chapter 74 Friendship Handjob (4)

"Missed seeing your friend's dick that much?"

Even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I wasn't completely unembarrassed by this situation, so I tossed Chae-young a teasing remark. But her face was completely flushed, tongue practically hanging out as she panted, clearly not registering a word I'd said.

She was so horny she'd practically lost her mind wanting to fuck me.

And honestly? Same.

I already had an abnormally high sex drive, but resisting the temptations of someone as uniquely ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠beautiful as Gaeul noona while practicing abstinence for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nearly half a year? Impossible.

Sure, I jerked off three times a day—but that wasn't nearly enough.

I'd fantasized about shoving my cock into Fourth Mother's scorching pussy, about First Mother's genuine fellatio stretching around my thick shaft, even about violently raping Second Mother—but no amount of imaginary fucking could compare to the real thing.

"W-what are you—! Hurry up and strip already!"

Chae-young hugged her bare breasts (which I'd been blatantly staring at) and shouted at me.

As if she hadn't already shown me everything there was to see. And for someone who used to be a school bully, she was acting embarrassingly virginal—like a middle school boy desperate to lose his V-card.

"Little slut in heat. You that desperate?"

I smirked teasingly but obediently started undressing as she demanded.

An odd feeling crept over me—Chae-young was staring wide-eyed at every inch of exposed skin, not missing a single moment of my strip show. It felt like I was some kind of erotic performer.

Not that I minded.

If anything, a strange thrill ran through me. With exaggerated flair (half-joking, half-serious), I struck a pose that was more seductive than masculine.

"Ugh, what the hell? Disgusting."

"Heh. Like what you see?"

"Gross. You're disgusting."

Her words pretended disgust, but her pussy told a different story.

Squelch—♥

Like the drool practically dripping from her mouth, a thick strand of her arousal had already trailed down her inner thigh, reaching all the way to the floor.

By then, I was completely naked, my fully erect cock pressing against her lower stomach.

Pre-cum glistened at my tip—more than enough lubrication—and my dick twitched impatiently, eager to plunge into this former bully's womb.

This was just a friendship handjob—nothing to be embarrassed about. But Chae-young's squirming somehow made me self-conscious too. For a brief moment, I hesitated—but soon stood tall again.

Her eyes glazed over as she reached out toward me.

Her fingertips brushed against my chest.

"You... work out or something?"

"Huh? Nah, not really."

Since childhood—maybe a side effect of those human experiments—I'd had abnormally strong muscles without ever needing to train.

"Mmm... hnnngh..."

Humming softly, I watched Chae-young's hands roam over my chest and realized she wasn't in her right mind.

The way she mindlessly groped me was cute, but I mustered what little rationality I had left to speak.

Well, tried to speak—but before I could, my hands were already fondling her tits.

It had been half a year since my last sexual encounter, but my fingers moved skillfully, caressing Chae-young's breasts.

"Ah... ahhh, ah! W-we haven't even started yet... cheating bastard... ahhh!"

As I kneaded her tits with both hands, I gauged their weight and size.

Unsurprisingly, they weren't as big as First Mother's—the best pair I'd ever touched.

But that was only because First Mother was ridiculously stacked. Chae-young's were still plenty impressive.

Fourth Mother also had great tits, though slightly smaller than First Mother's.

I pinched both of Chae-young's nipples between my fingers, tugging lightly as if trying to milk her.

"Hahhh, ahhhh! S-stop messing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠around!"

"Why are you so hard already?"

"Nnngh—b-because you're touching me like this!"

"Always acting so tough, but your nipples are weak, huh? Just a little—"

Flick flick flick—♥

"GYAAAAHHH!"

"Keep it down. Sound carries up here in the mountains."

"Nnngh! H-how are you this good?!"

For some reason, her voice sounded tearful as she asked.

I couldn't exactly tell her, Oh, I practiced on my moms first, so I stayed silent.

Chae-young didn't press further about my past either, surrendering herself to me instead.

She had come at me with confidence earlier, but after just some nipple play and breast fondling, she was already melting. I wrapped an arm around her slender waist to steady her.

Then, just for comparison, I squeezed—testing how it measured up to Gaeul noona's, my youngest mother's waist.

Chae-young's waist was slim enough to look sculpted in office wear, but it wasn't quite as tiny as Gaeul noona's.

Not that Chae-young's waist wasn't sexy—it absolutely was.

But Gaeul noona's stomach was so unrealistically slim it made me wonder how her organs even fit inside. More than a stomach, it was practically a pussy itself.

And yet, whenever we were alone at home, she'd stubbornly wear crop tops, flaunting that impossibly tempting midsection—so lewd it made me want to touch it endlessly. Just like now, with Chae-young's waist and stomach under my hands.

"Are you... thinking about another girl right now?"

Pulled close against me, Chae-young muttered this while facing the same direction as me.

I froze.

Even as memories of Gaeul noona's stomach—no, stomach-pussy—flashed through my mind, my hands didn't stop moving.

I rubbed Chae-young's lower belly, pressed her navel, occasionally teasing the edge of her panties—escalating my touches while she moaned lewdly. How had she noticed?

"......"

When I didn't answer, Chae-young spoke first.

She kept her face turned away, as if not wanting me to see her expression, but the grip she had on my cock from behind was vicious.

"Whatever. This is just a friendship handjob, remember? Not jealousy. We're friends. Got it?"

Though she said this while smiling back at me, her voice trembled like she was on the verge of tears.

"Sorry," I said.

"Nnngh... d-don't apologize. We're not... a couple or anything..."

"I won't do it again. I'll focus on you."

I meant it sincerely as I tugged Chae-young's lower stomach downward with both hands—a signal for her to sit.

But she didn't get the hint, stubbornly staying upright.

Fourth Mother always adjusted her position with just a light smack on the ass during sex—how could this self-proclaimed bully be so clueless?

I pulled her waist down more insistently, and she finally seemed to understand, straddling my lap in seiza position.

"Nnngh! I-it's touching! It's touching! Fuck, you're huge... so fucking big...!"

My cock brushed against her pussy lips, slid past her perineum, and finally settled snugly against her ass crack as I sat down.

Even seated on my lap, Chae-young kept her knees tightly together instead of spreading them, so I reached for her thighs and forcibly pried them apart.

"Ugh... this is so embarrassing..."

Chae-young muttered this as I spread her legs wide.

The whiny tone didn't match her usual tough-girl image at all—and it was adorable.

This wasn't like with Fourth Mother, where she serviced me—we were just two friends mutually masturbating. She should've at least known this much.

It'd make the friendship handjob—no, the sex—more enjoyable for both of us.

I hooked a finger into the side of Chae-young's gray panties and slid them aside.

Her plump, hairless pussy lips peeked out, smooth and supple.

I rested my index and middle fingers on them, stroking gently as I spoke.

"...Ready to get serious now?"