Chapter 2 — Because of One Japanese Magazine - 1 (2)

While I stood flustered, Emma Park carefully studied the magazine and said,"Yuuko's clitoris looks kind of unusual—let's compare it with yours." But she added that it wasn't clearly visible.

As you probably know, my clit tends to be tucked away tightly by nine-thirty in the morning. It's barely noticeable unless forcibly pulled out.

Then she told me to make mine more visible.

I felt even more embarrassed, but what could I do?

After I had spread myself open for a while, Emma Park observed closely and declared that Yuuko's clitoris was clearly aroused, whereas mine looked like it had just woken up from sleep—so they couldn't really be compared.

Therefore, she insisted I should get aroused and bring it to the same state as Yuuko's.

What? Get myself turned on? In the morning?

Like that was so easy?

She insisted it would swell quickly if I just touched myself a little, like masturbating.

At that point, I really wanted to say enough—but I held back.

Because, truthfully, during our bickering, I had already started getting a bit excited… Hehe.

Women instantly notice these things.

I panicked at the thought of Emma Park realizing my arousal. I needed to cover it up fast—pretend this wetness was just part of her suggested self-stimulation.

So, pretending reluctance, I muttered about how ridiculous she was being, then lightly coated my fingers with saliva and slowly began rubbing my clit.

In that strangely heightened state, gently touching myself made my eyes close involuntarily, and a warm pleasure washed over me.

Even the lightest touch caused my pussy to betray me, leaking fluid without warning—and before I knew it, I could feel wetness trickling down onto my thighs.

For a moment, I forgot entirely that Emma Park was watching right in front of me. Lost in the act, I opened my dazed eyes—only to find Emma Park's face inches from mine.

Her expression wasn't playful at all. Her eyes were burning.

Staring into those blazing eyes, sudden fear gripped me.

And then, without hesitation, she kissed me—right on the lips.

I froze, too stunned to resist, and just let her kiss me.

But strangely, her lips tasted sweet.

She brushed my hand aside and plunged one finger deep into my pussy hole.

Huh! I gasped in shock, but she stared straight into my eyes, slowly at first, then faster, moving her finger around inside me.

I didn't understand how she did it, but my pussy felt like it was on fire.

The sound of her fingers sliding in and out echoed loudly through the room.

I couldn't think at all.

More than the fact that I was doing this with another woman, it was the sensation itself—overwhelming, consuming—that drove me wild.

Lost in ecstasy, I didn't even notice when she suddenly pulled her finger out.

Just as I felt an odd sense of loss, something soft suddenly touched my pussy.

I opened my eyes—Emma Park was licking me.

I'd had countless oral sessions with men, but this was completely new.

It wasn't like a man's technique. This was different—a slow build-up hinting at an enormous explosion, teasingly pulling back just as pleasure peaked, then crashing over me like a storm.

Again and again, it twisted my body into unbearable tension, only to surge forward once more.

Each time I neared climax, she'd pull away with ghostlike precision.

I'd never felt anything like this. It was incredible. Overwhelming.

They say women understand a woman's body better—I guess that's true.

But even though I'm a woman, I couldn't imagine doing this to another woman myself.

Later, I found out that after I stopped hanging out with her much, Emma Park had started going out with other friends—and ended up in a relationship with a Japanese lesbian.

At first, it was awkward, but after a few times, she realized she actually preferred women.

That's why she was so skilled now.

Of course, she hadn't undergone gender transition surgery or anything extreme—it was simply that sex with women felt that good.

Through that relationship, sex with men became increasingly dull. Whenever she saw a beautiful woman, her heart would race, excitement impossible to hide. And eventually, she began seeing me as a sexual object again.

For over a month, she suppressed her desire for me, struggling to act normal, pretending nothing had changed.

Especially when we'd lie together at home nearly in just underwear—it was torture.

She'd been praying for a chance like this—and today, finally, it happened.

Emma Park lavished love on my pussy for a long time, then lifted her head and gazed at me with hungry, longing eyes.

Between my widely parted legs, her lips glistened under the morning sunlight, slick with my juices and her own saliva.

She kissed me deeply again.

This time, I opened my heart and fully embraced her kiss.

That faint, lingering taste—was it the nectar from my own pussy?

For the first time, I tasted my own love juice through Emma Park's lips.

It was a new flavor—but not unpleasant.

Slowly, she rose and removed the rest of her clothes. As the morning sun streamed through the white curtains, she looked like a goddess descending upon earth—an ethereal beauty filling the entire room.

In that moment, I thought her flawless body and soft skin glowing in the sunlight bloomed like a flower.

Like a scene from a movie.

Emma Park approached again and wrapped her arms around me. The touch of her smooth skin against my hypersensitive body sent shivers of excitement trembling through me.

Then, slowly, she placed soft kisses on my lips, my neck, and gradually moved downward—until her mouth gently enclosed my fully erect nipple.

An electric jolt surged through my body, spiraling down until it exploded in my pussy.

It felt like a taut string snapping deep inside me.

My pussy responded violently—not my breasts, but my core—to her caress.

Unconsciously, I pulled her head tightly against me.

She continued slowly, tenderly worshipping my chest.

My body wouldn't stay still—it kept jerking upward.

Every time her lips touched me, I twitched like a freshly caught fish.

Her tongue trailed from my chest to my navel, teased my waist—then suddenly attacked my pussy with a surprise assault.

Already heated beyond limit, I exploded instantly.

It felt like something gushing violently from my pussy, as if ejaculating like a man, accompanied by a terrifying sensation of falling into a deep, endless abyss.

With just a single touch, I experienced my very first orgasm.

A crushing weakness washed over me, as if every ounce of strength had drained from my body.

When I opened my eyes, Emma Park was smiling down at me.

I felt strangely ashamed.

I didn't know why—just… embarrassed.

So I told her I wanted to give her that feeling too.

I asked how. Emma Park didn't answer—she just whispered, "I haven't yet…"

So I kissed her, caressed her neck and breasts just as she had done to me…

And finally, for the first time in my life, I had another woman's pussy right before my eyes.

Of course, I'd seen many women's parts in bathhouses or showers—but to see one so openly spread, up close like this—this wasn't something most women ever got to experience.

It reminded me of a rose.

I gazed at Emma Park's beautiful pussy for a moment, then gently touched it with my tongue.

Not because she had done it to me and I felt obligated—but because its beauty drew my tongue forward naturally.

And then, for the first time in my life, I tasted another woman's nectar.

Now I understood why men loved eating pussy.

The flavor was strangely sweet—different from my own, which I'd tasted earlier.

Savoring the subtle twitches of Emma Park's pussy responding to my tongue, I lost myself completely in the act.

Then suddenly, I remembered something I'd read somewhere: Lesbians are intense narcissists.

So I recalled exactly what had brought me to climax—and did the same.

Thinking of the oral I'd want to receive…

Not the hasty, rough attack of men—but a slow, intense, deliberate seduction…

Emma Park reacted.

Powerfully.

Her whole body trembled beneath my tongue, and knowing I could bring her such joy thrilled me all over again.

I could feel her true ecstasy—not through words, but through her entire being.

Ah, I realized—being loved is wonderful, but giving love is equally fulfilling.

In the end, we spent the entire day until evening, barely eating, lost in this newly discovered world of bliss.

We returned to Seoul a month later.

Despite Emma Park's suggestion that we share an apartment and live together, I rented my own place.

I care for her, yes—but becoming a full lesbian feels a little scary.

Still, I decided not to think about it too hard.

We meet often and have sex—but we're not lovers.

We're close friends who share everything, not just secrets, but also worries.

Even now, I go out with men.

Except for sex, I still enjoy spending time with them.

Since my experiences with Emma Park, when I meet a man skilled at foreplay, I sometimes get excited.

I don't think I'm a complete lesbian.

After all, I've never been with any woman besides Emma Park.

She's different. She enjoys free relationships with other women.

Probably influenced by that first Japanese lover.

According to Emma Park, approaching other women is still incredibly difficult.

And she's hesitant about going to lesbian bars.

Well, she does have me by my side.

My sex life completely changed—all because of one Japanese adult magazine.

I don't know where it will lead from here.

End.