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Just now, while I was doing that with Yozora— His cock, fully erect and thicker than the width of my hand… Now stands imposingly before me, casting a shadow over my face.

“…….”

…All sorts of thoughts swirl in my head.

Best to not think about anything at all. Like Seo Woojin said, it’s just a physiological reaction. Besides, it’s kinda similar to those awkward scenes you see in manga sometimes.

Like when you had absolutely no intention of doing anything, but once your hand accidentally brushes against it, it suddenly gets huge, and both of you are just left embarrassed…

This probably falls under the same category. I was literally just trying to wipe the juice that spilled on his groin. The thought of doing that with Woojin—not even a speck of—

…….

…N-none. None at all.

Since Woojin in front of me doesn’t seem to have any intention of doing anything either, I should just ignore this throbbing, hard…

…thing.

For as long as possible.

“Sh-should I… wipe it?” “…Yeah.”

Just a moment ago, while Yozora was enthusiastically sucking on his glans like it was the most delicious thing, I had buried my face deep between his legs, licking messily…

Compared to the dizzying musk I inhaled back then, his scent now is even thicker, making my face flush briefly.

Holding several white tissues in my hand, I carefully began wiping Woojin’s sticky thighs—stained because of me.

“…….” “…….”

But then, trouble arose.

…Trying to wipe without letting the back of my hand touch that beastly cock left me with barely any room to move.

“…Hey, uh… c-can you… spread your legs…?” “My legs?” “…Just a bit… ugh… mm…” “…Oh, right.” “…Thanks.” “…….”

A request so shameless my ears burned. And an equally embarrassed agreement.

Woojin let out a light sigh before spreading his legs a little more, and I did my best to avoid touching his cock while diligently wiping his thighs.

Hurry up and end this awkward moment. As thoroughly as possible. Since it’s my fault this happened… I should make sure I don’t miss a spot.

Ignoring my pounding heart, I had just started wiping when— less than three minutes in—

“…Hey… u-uh, Woojin…?” “What?”

Another embarrassing problem surfaced.

“…Did it… get on that too?… The juice…” “…….”

…I spilled it on his groin. No way it only got on his thighs.

Woojin once said that close friends can touch each other’s bare chests. Yozora claimed that friends should at least give handjobs.

But actually grabbing that thing is…

Even licking it earlier was only because Yozora was doing something even more shameless right beside me. Beyond that…

“…I’ll do it. Give me the tissue.” “N-no, wait…! I just wanted to know if it got on there…” “It did. …Way more than my thighs.” “…Really?”

But… we’re friends.

Let’s do it. Somehow.

Haaah…

“Why would I lie about this? Just let me—” “…Hold on a sec…” “…! Hey, what are you—”

Woojin looks extremely troubled just from his expression.

Staring up at his face from below, I— Sniff. Sniff.

—closed my eyes, knelt down, bent forward, and brought my face close to his cock to inhale its scent.

Holding it is embarrassing, but just smelling it shouldn’t be a big deal…

Amid that intoxicatingly thick male musk, there’s a faint trace of sweet orange.

Seems he wasn’t lying. And seeing him wipe his face awkwardly confirms it.

…Not like he had any reason to lie, anyway.

“God… sigh… Why even smell it? That’s gross.” “…Don’t worry about it. I was just checking…” “You needed to check?” “…Just in case.”

If instead of saying “just in case,” I had been honest— “I just like the way your dick smells,”—

…What kind of face would Woojin have made?

At the very least, it wouldn’t have been this awkward mix of 90% embarrassment, 10% pleasure.

Would he have looked at me in disgust? Called me a pervert?

Or—since all guys love anything lewd— maybe he’d have gotten smug.

“You like the way my dick smells that much?” he’d tease, stroking my head like Yozora did earlier, before shoving it right into my nose, snickering all the while.

“Ah, a-and… don’t think weird things, okay…?” “…What ‘weird things’?” “If I hold it… like, you won’t suddenly thrust or anything…” “…Do romance manga even have stuff like that?” “N-no, of course they don’t…!! But just in case…” “…Don’t worry. I won’t move. Do what you want.” “…Promise?” “Yeah.”

I’m the one who started having weird thoughts, yet here I am, telling him not to.

Only after getting his explicit promise that he wouldn’t move did I finally—

“…….” “…….”

—glance at Woojin’s expression one last time, then slowly, carefully, start wiping his cock with the tissue.

Not rough or lewd like squelch, squelch, but smoothly, gently.

Using one hand felt half-hearted, so I gripped it firmly with both, moving deliberately—

From the glans, all the way to the base, thoroughly.

…I’ve only ever looked at it, licked it. Never properly held it like this.

Now I finally understand— why they can pound into a girl so hard during sex.

Even when I licked it earlier, I noticed how rigid it was…

“…H-how is it? Okay?” “…‘Okay’?” “Like, am I going too slow? Or should I hold it looser, or…?” “…….” “…Why aren’t you saying anything…?” “…It’s fine. I can barely feel it.” “…Huuuh… Really…? Barely… at all…?” “…Did I say something weird?” “N-no? Nothing weird…?” “…”

My cheeks burning, I rubbed my forehead against my arm briefly.

Swapping the lukewarm tissue for a fresh, cool one, I carefully wiped the swollen glans, now flushed with blood.

I was the one who offered to clean him up— I can’t just do a half-assed job and call it done. Gotta do my best.

“…….”

But one thing worries me.

If someone saw this scene— if Yozora, who I carried to the bedroom earlier, saw this—what would she think?

“Oh, just wiping off juice, huh?” Or, “They waited till I was gone to do something perverted…”

…Even I can tell it looks like the latter. How would Yozora interpret it?

That worry kept gnawing at me, making my attention drift toward the bedroom.

A misunderstanding could be cleared up—his juice-soaked pants are proof. I did close the door, but first impressions stick hard, and I didn’t lock it…

“…Stop for a second.” “…Huh? What’s wrong…?” “Stop. Your hand.” “My… hand? Why? Did I hurt you…?” “…Not that. Just… stop here. For now… No, forget it.”

…I hadn’t locked it.

Right as that thought crossed my mind— Clutch.

Woojin’s hand suddenly seized my wrist, halting the tissue rubbing against his cock.

Huh? What’s wrong? Does he not like the new tissue?

The bedroom door didn’t burst open like I feared. All that’s happened so far is me… vigorously rubbing his cock for about three minutes.

…….

…Oh.

No way.

“…Haaah…” “…….”

Following the sound of Woojin’s sigh, I lowered my gaze—just slightly—

to see his fully erect cock, veins taut with tension. A single tissue barely separating it from my grip. His hand clenched around my wrist, forcibly stopping me. And the tip of his glans, already oozing clear, sticky fluid in thick pulses—

…Right on the verge of painting my neck and collarbone in cum, just like he did with Yozora earlier.

“Sorry… Did I hurt your wrist?” “N-no, not…” “You wouldn’t stop, so I just… Glad it wasn’t bad.” “…….”

Ah. That’s why he stopped me. Nods.

I assumed it’d take at least 10, 20 minutes, so I wasn’t thinking… D-does this mean he’s… a two-pump chump or something…?

…Wait, no.

With Yozora, even though she used her mouth and chest, he lasted about 10 minutes. But now, with just my hand…

…Does that mean he likes my touch more than Yozora’s chest? Enough to be on the brink already?

All I did was hold it lightly and stroke it a bit…

…At any rate, that means the cum is definitely…

“…You can keep going now.” “…….”

Gulp.

I sneak a glance at his twitching cock.

If Woojin hadn’t stopped me just now, if I had kept going for just a little longer…

The loose sweatshirt I’m wearing, my face, my lips—

…would’ve been drenched in sticky cum, completely doused in the scent of male seed by now.

“…”

Eyes fluttering at sensations I could never confess to anyone—not even my parents— I glance up at Woojin, thighs trembling.

“…Why’re you looking at me like that? Something to say?” “…Nah. Not really…”

But I do want to do something.

Since I’m already wiping him clean, there’s one thing I could get away with under that excuse.

“Hey… Woojin?” “…Yeah?” “This isn’t anything weird but… if you—if you feel like you’re gonna… come, tell me?” “Just give me the tissue. I’ll do it on that.” “Don’t do that… It’s just…” “…?” “…I-I’ll catch it with my mouth. Like Yozora did earlier…?” “…?”

I avert my eyes slightly as I say it.

“Pretty sure it tastes awful.” “…O-of course it does. How could it not…?” “Then why?” “…Yozora said it herself. Close friends give handjobs and stuff all the time…” “…” “Wasting tissues is a shame, so… as a friend… I mean…”

…Truthfully?

The tissues aren’t remotely a shame to waste.

I just want to inhale that scent again. Want to hold his cum in my mouth and breathe it in.

“…A-and, y’know… better to catch it in my mouth than accidentally splatter everywhere…” “…” “…Haaah… Hnn…”

…Truthfully?

Even though the spilled juice is already wiped clean, what I’m really doing is dirtying Woojin’s cock with my own saliva instead.

All while pretending not to realize.