Childhood Friend Edification Theory - CHAPTER 3.2 - R19

03.Sticky – Part 2

Our home. It was natural for him to say that, but the atmosphere felt strange.

“Call your parents. They might be worried about you as it’s getting late.”

“You want me to stay out overnight again?”

“I thought you were curious. You haven’t seen it yet, have you?”

“…..”

She’d expected to be the first to see it, so it bothered her a little that he’d gone alone and not invited her. If this had been his plan all along, he must have had countless tricks up his sleeve.

“Before it gets too late.”

Was he telling her to stay out all night or just calling to say she was going to be late? In the end, words with a lot of room for interpretation were no different from asking her to make her own decisions.

“Hello? Mom, it’s me.”

On the other end of the phone she heard her mother asking why she wasn’t home yet. Although her parents weren’t strict enough to set a curfew, her unique circumstances made their concern understandable.

“I…”

What should she say? Stay out? Just be late?

As she thought, she saw his lips sipping at the wine. His lips, red from the wine, looked as if they were biting a grape. He slowly tilted the glass and stared at her intently. His upturned eyes were seductive.

As he exhaled slightly after sipping the wine, her ribs tightened and her stomach warmed. Her abdomen tightened, her knees tingled and her n*pples swelled. The dampness in her underwear felt uncomfortable, and when she tensed her thighs the sensation only intensified.

It was an inexplicable and sudden surge of s*xual ar*usal.

“I’ll come in the morning. I have something to do.”

Her pink tweed skirt was crumpled under her neatly manicured fingernails. He was the first to get up and hold out his hand. From the moment she took his hand and stood up, time seemed to either crawl painfully slowly or fly by too quickly.

They drove to his new home. Although he had always lived in a house, he had chosen a newly built luxury apartment near the school. It had a tennis court, a swimming pool and even a basketball court. Given his dislike of crowds, it was an unexpected choice. She had assumed he would prefer private property.

“Why an apartment?”

“You said you hated bugs. No matter how well maintained a house is, it’s not the same as a new apartment.”

“…..”

This was also an unexpected answer, which made the elevator they were alone in feel suffocatingly warm. Although she was used to elevators, having lived in the suburbs, the red lights that marked each ascending floor felt as congested as cars stuck in traffic.

Finally, the elevator doors opened and the entrance to his apartment appeared. He walked straight over and pressed the door lock buttons. She started to turn away, thinking it rude to see someone else’s code, but he spoke as if it were no big deal.

“01240424.”

Beep, beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep, beep.

He punched in 0124 first, his birthday, followed by 0424, Haea’s birthday. The sight of his fingers typing the familiar sequence made her mouth tingle as if she had been slapped.

“Isn’t that too easy?”

“You can’t get in without a card at the entrance, so it’s fine. You don’t have to worry about my mother barging in while we’re sleeping.”

“It’s not just about your mother…”

Clatter. Clunk!

The doorknob turned with a jerk and the door swung open. He gestured inside with his eyes. Her intention to say something vanished when she saw his expression, which seemed to ask why she wasn’t going in.

The red light from the sensor quickly intensified. Her head felt as warm as Icarus under the sun, not because of the lighting but because of Jaeha’s gaze from above.

“Give me some water.”

The hallway leading to the living room was lined with several potted plants. These were Dracaena Janet Craig, known for its air purifying properties, also known as Lemon Lime. Haea’s house had the same type of potted plant. She called hers ‘Lemony’ and took great care of it, having a deep attachment to it.

After passing through the long hallway, a spacious living room came into view. It was neatly decorated in shades of white, with a large sofa and rug.

Beep! As Jaeha pressed a few buttons, the air conditioners mounted on the ceiling began to work simultaneously. When she realized that the stickiness she felt was just the air, she felt a bit relieved.

“Aren’t those clothes uncomfortable to sleep in?”

“Clothes?”

She was wearing a white blouse and a short tweed skirt, which she had pulled on without much thought. It was the kind of outfit she liked to wear in the summer, but it wasn’t exactly ideal for lounging around at home.

“Wait a minute.”

He left her and walked into a room. He seemed to be looking for something for her to change into. The empty room felt uncomfortable. The move-in cleaning must have been thorough, because there wasn’t a speck of dust on the floor, so she couldn’t even leave footprints. She turned around aimlessly and looked around, noticing a piece of white lace on the kitchen table.

‘What is this lace?’

It was new, wrapped in clear plastic, and clearly intended for women. On closer inspection, it was an apron. Jaeha certainly wouldn’t clean this big house alone, so it must have been left for someone to help with the chores.

‘Who picked this out? Surely not Jaeha…’

As she thought about it, Haea burst out laughing. It was a ridiculous thought. It was probably chosen by someone who had just visited the house. Whoever it was seemed to have similar preferences to hers. She liked the material and the design. Even though she didn’t need an apron, she wanted to buy one. As she turned the apron around to see the brand, large arms reached out from behind and pulled her into a hug.

“Do you want to wear that?”

“Huh?“

“I was busy picking out clothes for you, but it looks like you’ve already decided.”
Jaeha placed the clothes he had brought from the room on the table and unwrapped the packaging of the apron. As expected, it was too small for him, probably because it was made for women, but it fit Haea perfectly when held up to her.

“I wasn’t planning on wearing it, I just thought the design was pretty…”

She rubbed the lace with her hand, feeling her face heat up in embarrassment.

“Yeah. You should wear what you like.”

His voice sounded strange. His eyes seemed to flash with a wild look, the look of a madman.

“Jae… Jaeha?”

“It feels strange. I didn’t know I had an apron f*tish.”

His big hand felt through the apron to Haea’s ch*st. As he gently kneaded her br*asts, he lowered the apron and began to unbutton her blouse.

“Try it on.”

“Huh? Wait.”

In no time her clothes were off. Like a child, he made her raise her arms and remove her top, then quickly removed her skirt and underwear. Dazed, she found herself n*ked with the fresh smelling apron placed over her body.

“Let’s have s*x while you’re wearing this, shall we?”

“N-no. I’ll take it off. It feels weird.”

She reached behind her to undo the ribbon around her waist. The position caused her hips to rise slightly, and a cold breeze slipped between her legs. The chill of the air on her inner thighs made her shiver. Jaeha grabbed her b*ttocks and pressed his ch*st against her.

“Why are you so w*t here? It’s a mess, Haea.”

“D-don’t touch there like that… Ah, no… heut“

Without any p*bic hair, her cl*toris was fully exposed as he parted her l*bia. He stretched it out into the cold air with two fingers. It was w*t as well.

“Don’t you want to wear it? Do you want to walk around naked instead?”

“No, the clothes you brought… Ah… Ahh!“

He rubbed quickly inside her with his middle finger. His hand moved with such force that the veins stood out on the back of his hand, causing her hips to buck and hit his lower body. A large hand gripped her b*ttocks hard enough to bruise them.

“Naughty girls must be punished.”

Two fingers slid inside her. It hooked like a claw and the fingers pressed against a familiar spot, making a w*t, squelching sound.

“Aah! Ah... P-please… That feels… strange!”
Strangely, the sound echoed loudly off the marble floor as a drop of her flowing v*ginal fl*id fell to the floor.