I Ended Up in My Childhood Friend’s Yuri Harem

Chapter 9

“Wow…”

This was insane.

There was no other way to describe it.

Who knew something this amazing even existed?

And yet, I’d gone 23 years without doing it.

I had to be crazy to have missed out on this for so long.

“Haah, haah… haah…”

My chest heaved, struggling for air, as if I’d just sprinted 100 meters three times in a row.

My breath wouldn’t settle, but that hardly mattered compared to the overwhelming satisfaction flooding my body.

“Hey, you okay?”

Forget about me for a second.

The real issue was Jung Saein.

She was sprawled on the bed, her tongue sticking out, completely spent.

She looked wrecked.

Her eyes were open, so at least she hadn’t passed out, but anyone who had a crush on her would probably scream if they saw her like this.

“Hey, Jung Saein. You alive over there?”

I called out, my hand moving to her chest.

I mean, I had to check if her heart was still beating. It was basic first aid.

I pressed against her chest.

Squeeze.

Hmm. Still couldn’t tell. Better press again.

Squeeze, squeeze.

“…Stop groping me.”

After a while, she finally responded.

It seemed like my life-saving measures had worked. I gave her chest another squeeze, just to be sure.

“Feeling better yet?”

I asked, still kneading lightly. She needed to stabilize, after all.

Squeeze, squeeze.

“I said, stop it. It hurts, damn it!”

Well, no helping it then.

I reluctantly removed my hand, feeling like I was being forced to part with a lover.

My hand mourned the loss.

“You nearly popped them, you jerk! Be gentler next time!”

“Sorry.”

I apologized quickly. Getting scolded by the owner of the chest wasn’t great, and I definitely didn’t want her banning me from touching them altogether.

I’d been careful at first, but somewhere along the way, I’d gotten carried away and squeezed too hard. Honestly, if someone grabbed me like that, I’d probably be hurting too.

“Happy now? Take it out already.”

Did she really mean it?

Did I really have to?

I hesitated, shifting my hips slightly. The full condom still inside her made for an odd sensation.

“Ugh, I said take it out!”

“Fine, fine, I’m doing it.”

Though both my dick and her pussy seemed reluctant to part ways, I couldn’t disobey her.

“…Ugh!”

As I pulled out, her inner walls clung to me, as if refusing to let go.

But I didn’t stop. I firmly withdrew, separating myself from her.

This wasn’t the end. This wasn’t goodbye forever.

For the sake of seeing her again, I had to listen to her now.

“Haah… haah, haah…”

With me finally out, she gasped for air, as if she’d been holding her breath the entire time.

“Goddamn. Look at that hole.”

She spread her legs, examining herself.

“Whoa.”

I joined her, leaning closer for a better look.

The opening was still stretched out, molded to the shape of my dick.

“That’s… incredible.”

“You think it’ll close back up? What if it doesn’t?”

“Wouldn’t that be a good thing? Makes childbirth a breeze.”

“Shut the hell up, seriously.”

She scowled, rubbing herself gingerly as if to soothe the soreness.

A beautiful woman rubbing herself like that… It was mind-blowing.

While I was busy staring at her in awe, she suddenly turned her gaze to me—or, more specifically, to my dick.

Then she held out her hand.

“Give it to me.”

“Give you what?”

“The souvenir.”

Souvenir?

Oh. Right. She meant the condom.

Earlier, she’d joked about keeping an empty wrapper as a memento, and I’d told her she might as well keep the used one instead.

Now, that same condom was dangling from the tip of my dick, heavy with my cum.

“…You’re seriously keeping this?”

“Of course.”

“Come on, just toss it. I’ll make you a fresh one every day if you want.”

“Shut up. Like hell you will. I’m dying here, and you’re talking about doing this every day?”

Her grumbling sent a chill down my spine.

“So… you’re saying we’re not doing it again?”

“Would you, if you were me? It hurts like hell.”

“What?! Why?! Why not?! This was amazing! Why stop?!”

“If it’s that great, go have fun by yourself.”

“If I could do it alone, I wouldn’t have gone 23 years without it!!”

If I could’ve done this solo, I’d have done it 23×365 times by now!

The fact that I hadn’t was proof enough, wasn’t it?!

“You mean to tell me I finally got a taste of what I’ve been missing for 23 years, and now you’re quitting?!”

“Then go find someone else to screw. Why are you bitching at me?”

“Who else is going to do it with me?!”

This woman… Did she think all guys were as lucky as she was with women? Damn it.

“I’ve spent 23 years trying everything and still failing! What am I supposed to do now?!”

“Why are you making this my problem?! Figure it out yourself! Want me to teach you how to pick up girls, too?”

“…Actually, yeah. That’s not a bad idea.”

“Why didn’t I think of that?”

Jung Saein, that smug bastard, was a woman and also a master at seducing other women.

If I could learn her tricks, surely I, as a man, could do it too… right?

“…No way in hell would learning her methods work for me, you idiot!”

“Then why are you yelling at me?!”

Let’s face it: Jung Saein had it all—looks, body, and charisma.

Women falling for her was a no-brainer.

But me?

Even if I worked out until I brought my body to a passable 6 or 7 out of 10, the rest of me was a solid 3 at best. That averaged out to about a 4, an immediate fail on any woman’s radar.

And don’t women look for guys who score at least a 7 across the board, not just average 7?

Someone like me didn’t even have a shot in hell.

“You’re the only one who’d ever sleep with someone like me!”

“Shut up! You’re gonna make my pussy cry, so stop shouting!”

“Ah! Pussy! Dick! Pussy-dick-sex-asshole!”

“Jesus, shut up! Are you a goddamn kid?!”