episode_0096

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The soft, plush fabric meant for winter glides over smooth skin.

Squish, squish.

A trivial,

yet somehow thrilling,

…sound that couldn’t be heard when reading manga.

“…No wonder. It felt weird every time it touched me.”

“You said you’d wear it properly outside. Didn’t think you’d keep your underwear on at home too~”

“Huu…”

“What~? Our Woojin, were you that bothered by my chest…? Pffhihi….”

“Yeah.”

“Ah. You always argue with me, but now you’re being honest….”

Yozora, who had already confessed to being in a relationship with Woojin.

Her shabby sleepwear is pulled up to her chest.

…And I’m sitting right there, stealing glances.

Kneeling on the floor in front of us, Seo Woojin looks down at us like it’s the most natural thing.

As if it doesn’t matter at all…

Rather, she flaunts her chest like it’s something to be proud of.

“Ah, right. Sua-chan. You don’t know what paizuri is, do you…?”

“U-uh…”

I know.

It’s when you… sandwich it between your chest and rub.

Something that doesn’t feel particularly good for the girl,

only pleasurable for the guy.

So,

it’s an act that fits the word “service” perfectly.

…If you asked me whether I could do it earnestly for a close friend…

I might nod ambiguously.

That kind of act.

For those two, who are dating,

it wouldn’t be strange if they did it multiple times a day.

That kind of act.

“Guys just… love it when you do this for them once, huh?”

“So… that’s how it is…”

“That’s why I’ll show you how it’s done first…. …Hey. Seo Woojin. You should take your pants off too, what are you doing?”

“…….”

Glance.

Woojin, who met my eyes, lets out a quiet sigh.

Before I can even process the meaning of that sigh, the faint sound of a belt buckle clinking echoes.

…It’s not even a big deal, but every time the belt sound pierces my eardrums, my shoulders flinch.

Probably because it’s a sound I’ve heard often in porn.

Too loud to be drowned out by anything else.

Because of that,

gulp.

I swallow without realizing.

Pavlov’s dog… or something?

What follows that sound is undoubtedly a lewd scene…

“Pfft. You’re already hard…. …What a pervert….”

…W-Wait a second.

Why is it that big?

“It’s not hard yet, idiot. How many times have you seen it and still don’t know?”

“Not hard?! Look. The veins are slightly bulging, and the shaft itself is hanging heavily…”

“Guys don’t call this hard. It’s just blood flow.”

“Pfft……. Just say you got turned on by my body. Cheap bastard….”

The bickering voices of the couple.

Instead of paying attention to that, my pupils fixate on the real-life dick I’m seeing for the first time.

That thing must be about the length of my handspan…

No, no, actually, isn’t it even longer than that…?

It’s incomparable to something like a phone, easily over 15cm,

though not as long as a 30cm ruler,

so around 20cm.

Probably that much.

…The girls in videos,

they always seem to love it when something like that pounds into them violently…

But seeing it in person, it just looks painful.

Not in the “it’s like a new grape” way,

but like it would genuinely hurt…

Not just scraping the vaginal walls,

but pressing against the cervix,

crushing the insides,

it looks like it’d smash everything.

No, no.

Absolutely can’t take that…

If I ever have sex with someone,

I’d rather do it with a guy whose length is at least two fingers shorter than that…

“…Anyway, just do what you were doing.”

“Ah. So you’re saying you want me to do paizuri for you?!”

“Don’t react pointlessly. Just do it.”

“Hmph…. Fine, okay. Since I’ve seen something fun today…”

While secretly measuring the length against my thigh with my handspan, I watch as Yozora, grinning, crawls on her knees toward Woojin’s legs.

Just as I’m thinking, “Yozora is even shorter than me, how is she going to take that…?”

“……Ah.”

As if suddenly remembering something, Yozora lets out a small gasp and turns her head to meet my eyes.

“Su-chan. Su-chan.”

“…Huh?”

“If you stay there, you won’t see how paizuri is done properly…”

“…….”

“Come closer. Next to me.”

“Next… to you…?”

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Can’t I just watch from afar since it’s embarrassing?

It’s fine. It’s fine. I can see fine from here.

Honestly, I already know what paizuri is…

All these refusals sink deep into my heart.

…Instead of nodding,

or saying yes,

I quietly crawl on my knees toward Yozora.

Until I’m right between Woojin’s legs.

Crawl, crawl.

Because, no matter how embarrassing it is, I can’t ignore the sincerity of someone going this far for me.

And, well…

…I’m… curious.

What it would feel like to see it up close.

In terms of ratio,

maybe 1:9…

“I’ll scoot over a bit… Here, here.”

“…Okay.”

She made some space, but we’re still so close that Yozora’s jet-black hair and my wheat-colored hair tangle slightly.

…And when I look up,

Woojin’s dick is right there.

“…….”

Only now do I realize,

I don’t know where to look.

…And, it’s huge.

In the manga Yozora recommended, there are a lot of scenes where the view is blocked by a dick.

With this, there’d still be plenty left even after that.

“First, we gotta get this dick properly hard…”

Does she just not know the meaning of embarrassment?

Or is it because she calls Woojin “master”?

Unlike me, who’s too embarrassed to say anything and just blushes,

Yozora grins and places her hand on Woojin’s dick.

She always makes a fuss about how hot male genitalia or semen is, but it doesn’t seem that extreme.

At most, it’s just warm?

Of course, well… being this close,

I can kinda understand what they mean by “male scent.”

“Hmm… If my saliva gets on it, Su-chan might freak out later…”

“…….”

…Ah.

Fellatio.

It’s not like I’m the one licking Woojin’s dick,

and seeing someone else’s saliva isn’t a big deal,

but just as that thought ends,

Yozora’s hand is already lightly touching the shaft.

“…Egh.”

Squelch, squelch.

Holding the dick firmly, moving it up and down diligently.

Forming a ring with her fingers.

“…How is it? Feels good?”

“…Yeah.”

“…Hehe…”

The ring formed by her thumb and middle finger.

She slides the thick shaft through it, working from the glans to the base with wet, rhythmic strokes.

…And I’m just sitting there,

watching my best friend pleasure her boyfriend,

not even a centimeter away,

silently observing.

That’s…

something best friends do, right?

Someday,

I’ll do it with someone too.

It’s for studying.

“Ah, it must feel really good… It’s already so hard…”

Sometimes fast,

sometimes slow and firm.

Sometimes as if trying to squeeze out cum, violently.

After finishing the foreplay, Yozora pulls her hand away, as if signaling it’s ready.

…The length itself doesn’t seem much different from before.

But now, I can somewhat understand what Woojin meant earlier.

Erection.

He wasn’t hard before.

Now, it’s stiff and throbbing, twitching restlessly,

but earlier, it was just slightly thicker, hanging limply.

…The glans, which looks like it’d scrape against anything.

The bulging veins.

The length slightly longer than my handspan.

This is what…

pierces inside a woman’s body.

Pulling her tail,

biting her ears,

until she collapses onto the bed,

burying her face in the pillow, twitching helplessly—

Thrust, thrust.

Pounded all night long.

“…Hey. Yozora.”

“Hmm…?”

“So, lube? Do you have any?”

“Lube? Nope…? Who keeps that at home?”

“…Then how are you going to do paizuri? You said you wouldn’t let saliva get on it.”

“…Ah!”

“…Sigh…….”

“Then… Hmm… Guess we have no choice!”

While Yozora positions Woojin’s dick, I’m lost in my own delusions, swallowing nervously.

Then, Yozora’s fingers lightly brush against my thigh.

…Because of that,

“Eek…?!”

I flinch,

letting out an embarrassing sound.

“……. Hmm, Su-chan.”

“Wh-What…?”

“It’s not anything else, but I think we need to change the plan a little…”

“Ch-Change the plan?”

“Yeah. But it’s not a big change! Just one tiny thing?”

“Ah… I-I don’t really mind…”

“Really?”

“Yeah…”

…That’s a relief.

Even though my flustered answer might’ve sounded weird, she didn’t comment, so I must not have said anything too strange.

Woojin doesn’t seem to mind either…

Good…

“Slurp… Mmm… Ngh…”

“…….”

…Good?

“…Pffh, heh… Hah… Mmm…”

“…….”

No time to relax,

I look toward the source of the sound.

Or rather, it’s right in front of me.

I was already staring at Woojin’s dick, lost in weird thoughts.

“Slurp… Mmm… Hah… Ngh…”

Yozora, who had pushed me aside slightly, takes Woojin’s glans into her mouth and bobs her head eagerly.

Not satisfied with that, she licks the already saliva-slicked glans with her tongue,

using one finger to press down on it,

burying her face deeper,

licking vigorously under the swollen glans—

Lick, lick, lick.

Making lewd noises as she does.

Even if her hair gets in her mouth,

she doesn’t care.

Slurp.

…What were we talking about again?

Right, probably… about the plan changing…

Something like that.

What kind of plan was it,

that suddenly led to Yozora licking every inch of his dick with her tongue?

“……. …Slurp… Bleh…….”

Am… Am I supposed to do it too…?

No way.

Right…?

…I don’t know.

…Too much information has been flooding in at once,

I have no idea what’s happened in the last five minutes…

My head feels like it’s going to explode.

…So, just…

“……. ….”

…For practice.

Just for practice.

For the sake of a “close male friend” I might have someday.

Since guys like lewd things.

If they like breasts, they’d definitely like this too.

Tucking my hair behind my ear,

carefully.

“…….”

Lick. Lick.

Like a cat lapping up milk,

I leave traces of my saliva on the shaft,

where Yozora’s hasn’t touched yet.

“…….”

“…….”

…Under the two’s inexplicable gazes.

For about a minute.