Chapter 1 — Hand Play

The phone rings.

I'm tired. Not just tired—more like drowsy, craving to sink deeper into sleep.

The ringing persists… then finally stops.

I burrow further into the bed.

It rings again.

Annoying. If I don't answer, she'll just keep calling.

I stretch out my hand and grab the phone.

“What… why aren't you picking up when the phone's been ringing forever?”

It's Emma. Of course—the girl calls me this early in the morning?

“What time do you think it is? I'm half-dead from sleep…”

“Oh my god… seriously? Early? It's already twelve! Twelve o'clock!”

Ah… really that late already? I lift my head toward the clock—almost noon. I've never slept this late before.

Maybe it's the exhaustion after last night's intense lovemaking in Yangpyeong.

“Ah… right… I thought it was still morning…”

“Hmm, so what you're saying is… you're tired because of that thing yesterday? Hmph. I went out of my way to introduce you, and look—you had all the fun yourself, didn't you?”

“Heh… yeah, I did have all the fun myself.”

“So? How was it? Was it really that good? You kept saying it was like something out of a movie—so tell me, how was it? What did he do?”

Her voice drips with that typical Emma energy—bold, insistent, desperate to know every detail. She can't stand not knowing everything.

When she gets like this, I like to tease her, drag it out. She always ends up stomping her feet, whining impatiently.

Sometimes I wonder how someone who's forty can still act so childishly excited.

After making her wait a few beats, I finally told her everything—every detail of last night.

The passionate moments. The man's hands, his lips, the thick, hot weight of him inside me.

Each time I described something new, Emma burst out with her signature exclamations: “Oh my god… really?? He actually did that??”

“No way, you must've felt amazing. I wish I'd gone to that room instead. Mine was just… okay.”

“Haha, you'll get your chance. Next time, you can meet that guy.”

“Yeah… maybe I should. But you won't be mad, right? Hehe…”

Her voice is full of mischief.

“No, I won't be mad. Then we'd be like sisters-in-law, wouldn't we? Hahaha…”

“Exactly! Sisters-in-law! Hahaha…”

Her bright laughter carries her whole life with it. She lives brightly. No—she lives joyfully. That's more accurate.

I envy her talent—how she cheats on her husband yet still receives perfect love from him.

Once, I asked her, “What if your husband finds out about your affairs?”

Her answer was sharp and clear: “Why would he find out? For me, affairs are pure enjoyment. Nothing more.”

She said she can meet any man she wants whenever she likes—but she never falls for them.

Before meeting any man, she repeats silently in her mind several times:

“Yes, this man is merely filling a gap my husband can't. He's just a simple partner.”

And when she returns home, she lavishes even more care and attention on her husband.

In fact, she pours all the experiences she gains from other men back into her service for him—with such devotion, her husband interprets it as love, never suspicion or doubt.

She knows she's a passionate woman.

So by fulfilling the parts her husband can't satisfy elsewhere, she remains faithfully devoted to him in her own way.

It's Emma's twisted logic.

But whenever I go to her house, it's always warm. Her husband greets me with a gentle smile—I envy him.

And I envy Emma too, standing firmly in her place as a loving mother to her child.

“Emma, what about you? Don't just ask me—tell me how you were yesterday.”

“Emma? Haha… should I tell you or not?”

“What's with that tone? Did something so good happen you want to hide it?”

“Of course~! Something amazing happened!”

She draws out her words—that's her habit. Whenever she's had an absolutely incredible experience, she always teases like this before revealing it.

Thinking about it, we understand each other deeply in many ways.

“Come on, stop dragging it out… just tell me already…”

Now I'm the one getting impatient.

“I can't now! My kid's still home. She'll leave for her academy soon. I'll tell you then…”

“Ugh, fine. Just cut it short then…”

“Oh my… are you upset?”

“No…”

“Please understand… the heart of a mom with a student preparing for college entrance exams… Hey, Sarah, I'll come over to your place later.”

“To my place? When?”

“Hmm… my little one leaves for class at one, so I'll come right after.”

Our apartments are both in Banpo, not far apart.

“Okay, I'll wait. Come over—we'll eat together.”

“See you later!”

I took a shower, wrapped myself in a robe, and opened the fridge.

I pulled out some ingredients and checked the freezer.

Emma loves pork stew. Yeah, since she's coming, I might as well cook some.

Later, Emma arrived carrying a cake and grapes. The grapes were large, probably Kyoho.

“Why the cake and grapes?”

“Haha… I brought them for you…”

“You know I don't even like cake… you bought it for yourself, didn't you? I made delicious stew, so come eat first…”

“Hmph! Just you wait… you'll see. You'll end up liking it whether you admit it or not…”

“Just put it on the table and come eat. I'm not touching that cake~!”

“Fine, fine… just watch. I'll make you eat it.”

Her voice was playful, teasing.

After lunch, we sat at the table.

“So? How was yesterday?”

Curiosity got the better of me—I spoke first.

“Yesterday? You really wanna know? Want me to tell you?”

She was stalling again. Classic Emma. And I knew from experience—when she drags it out like this, the story is always better than expected.

My body began to heat up with anticipation.

“Alright, enough stalling—just tell me.”

“No… not here. First, wash the grapes, then let's go to your room and talk.”

I followed her into the bedroom.

As soon as she entered, she flopped down onto the bed.

“Your bed is always so comfortable… A single woman shouldn't have such a nice bed. Let's swap with mine.”

“Hah… I wouldn't trade even ten of your beds—the ones you wrestle and roll around on with your husband.”

“Ugh… so greedy. And such a neat freak…”

“Yeah, I am. So what? Now tell me about yesterday!”

“Haha… alright, I'll tell you. Have you ever heard of multiple orgasms? He told me—he called it ‘multi-orgasm’…”

“Multiple orgasm? Never heard of it. Does that even exist?”

“It does. Yesterday, when I entered the room… oh my god, he was already completely naked.”

“Really? Oh wow…”

“And then he said, ‘Don't misunderstand—I'm not a pervert. I just want to have the kind of sex I've always dreamed of.' And he asked me to just follow his lead. If I felt uncomfortable at any point, I could say no…”

She continued.

The man stripped off all of Emma's clothes, then gently lifted her onto the bed.

He carefully wiped her entire body with a damp towel—so tender, so precise.

Between her armpits, her nipples, and around her genitals—he was especially meticulous.

His delicate, soft touch slowly aroused her. When he used his fingers to gently wipe between her labia, she said she trembled all over, as if electrified.

Once, Emma told me that nothing thrilled her more than when a man took her labia into his mouth and gently bit them.

That spot, she said, was where she felt the most intense sexual excitement.

The longer she talked, the redder her face became. At times, she sighed deeply and shivered.

Watching her, I couldn't stop myself from growing excited too.

I could feel myself getting wet.

Emma described every moment of yesterday in vivid detail—including every emotion she felt.

It was as if I were experiencing it myself.

Through her words, I could feel exactly what she had felt.

Like her, my face burned red.

Heat surged through my body.

Suddenly, Emma leaned over me, pressing her body against mine, speaking softly.

“So… Sarah… if you're okay with it… I want to give you the exact same feeling I felt yesterday…”

“Huh? What do you mean… how?”

I understood what she meant—but the suggestion startled me. I'd never imagined this from her.

“Come on… we're close friends, right? It's okay, isn't it? You'll let me, won't you?”

Before I could answer, her hand slid up to my chest. Her fingertips were hot, burning with warmth.

For a brief moment, I hesitated—but her skilled hands already moved down my body, tracing every curve.

The desire I'd buried deep inside surged forward uncontrollably.

Despite my intention to stop her, my body responded with ragged breaths.

“A… Emma… we shouldn't… ah…”

“Sarah, just stay still… This is my first time too… but I've always wanted to feel this with you…”

Her touch was nothing like a man's.

She knew a woman's body intimately.

In an instant, the robe slipped off me.

“Ah… Sarah… your body is so soft… so beautiful… How is your skin still so firm and elastic?”

She climbed on top of me like a man would, stroking my breasts with both hands, sighing in admiration.

With smoldering eyes, she gazed at my body as she slowly undressed herself.

Even though we were friends, I felt shy.

I covered my face with both hands. I heard rustling—then she moved away from me.

On the wide bed, my naked body lay fully exposed beneath her hungry gaze.

I was embarrassed… I slightly pulled my legs together, trying to hide myself.

“Sarah, open your eyes… look at me…”

I couldn't resist her voice.

Ah… she was beautiful… I never realized a woman's body could be so breathtaking…

Her body carried the full grace of middle age.

Should I call it sensual? Voluptuous? Her full breasts exuded a mature allure.

Her large hips and slightly rounded belly only enhanced her figure, giving her a lush, inviting shape.

“Sarah… don't judge me… I don't know when it started, but I've wanted this with you… I love you…”

“Emma…”

I didn't know what to say. I didn't dislike it. It just felt unfamiliar—this kind of relationship.

Her lips pressed against mine.

Soft. Delicate flesh filled my mouth. Sweet. So sweet… I hungrily accepted her tongue.

Her hands gently caressed my earlobes.

Ah… heat rose within me… blooming like a fiery flower.

The flame spread through my body, burning hotter and brighter.

Her hands trailed down my neck.

I was a blazing torch.

Her fingers gently curled around my nipple.

The flames within me swayed, dancing wildly.

Her lips clamped down on my breast, sucking hard.

The fire erupted, engulfing the entire room.

I felt like I was going to explode. I never imagined a woman's lips, a woman's breath, could drive me this wild.

My whole body began trembling uncontrollably.

Her lips and hands suddenly rushed downward.

The heat in my body surged after them, flooding lower.

Without thinking, I spread my legs, welcoming her on top of me.

Her hands roughly grabbed my thighs and pushed them wide open.

Suddenly, something warm and soft plunged deep inside me.

Ah… this… this… I can't describe it… This is new… I never knew a sensation this intense could exist.

Softness? No—it feels soft, yet intensely stimulating. Or not stimulating exactly… Ah… I can't find the words.

I buried my face in the pillow.

I was embarrassed.

The moans spilling from my lips—uncontrollable, raw—were filled with ecstasy and overwhelming pleasure.

I feared Emma would hear them, so I buried my face even deeper into the pillow.

Her lips were now biting gently on my labia, nibbling with her teeth.

Ah… the heat inside me raged, pounding through every inch of my body.

I wanted to burst.

I wanted to explode.

I was on the edge—but it wouldn't come.

I was going crazy.

Desperate to release, I gripped the bedsheet tightly, writhing.

“A… almost… almost… just a little more…”

Everything inside me now craved Emma.

Suddenly, her lips pulled away.

“No… more… just a little more… I can reach it… more…”

I was begging her. But the words stayed trapped in my mind—never escaping my lips.

I met her eyes.

Emma's face was flushed, glowing with passion.

“Sarah… I love you. I'm so happy…”

“Ah… Emma… me too… me too…”

The words “I love you” rose to my lips—then retreated.

“Sarah… I'm going to give you something truly special. Just stay still and let me do it…”

I was curious… It already felt this good—what more could there be?

But I wanted it. I wanted to hear the sound of those unspent flames finally exploding.

Emma reached out and picked up the clean bunch of grapes.

Carefully, she plucked one grape after another and placed them in her mouth.

One, two… five.

The large grapes disappeared into her mouth. No—she held all five in her mouth, then lowered her head.

Ah… what is she doing…

Suddenly, I felt her warm breath below.

Then her hands spread my labia wide open.

I shivered… Could it be… surely not… she wouldn't…

Suddenly—

Something slick and round pushed deep inside me.

Huh…

Then another one…

“Ah… Em… Emma…”

And then another…

Ah… it felt completely different from when a man enters me.

Like smooth snake heads squirming their way in…

One by one, five grapes slid deep into my body.

Using her tongue, Emma pushed each one in.

A strange sensation triggered tension in my lower abdomen.

I could feel the five round shapes squirming, sliding deeper.

As my opening began to relax and one slipped out, Emma's lips pushed it back in deeply.

Ah… the soft, rolling motion of five round bodies brushing against my inner walls…

Startled, I involuntarily tensed again. The shapes surged inward once more. I lost count of how many times this happened.

It felt as if a man's thick, ridged cock was violently plunging into my deepest core.

Intense sensations flared.

My vaginal walls trembled under the relentless friction.

My legs shook violently.

The sensation was completely different from her lips alone.

Yes—“I'm going crazy” was the only phrase that fit.

“Sarah… let go… explode freely… don't hold back…”

“Yes… Emma… I'm about to burst… ah… I've never felt anything like this… ah…”

A small explosion began.

Then another, stronger one erupted immediately after.

“Ah… Emma… I'm… I'm now…”

Suddenly, the five shapes inside me wriggled wildly, churning against my convulsing walls.

“Ah… I… I… can't take anymore…”

Immense pressure built in my lower abdomen, forcefully pushing the shapes outward.

One of them shot out powerfully, scraping hard against my walls.

Ah… I couldn't breathe…

Then another…

Even longer, more intense stimulation…

I gripped the bed tightly.

Another shape deep in my center scraped sharply against my walls and shot out.

My hands clenched the bedsheet, trembling.

Then the fourth explosion burst forth.

And finally, the last one…

In an instant, it felt as if everything inside me had emptied completely through that one spot.

Unimaginable pleasure. My whole body trembled violently.

My legs flailed in the air.

“Ah… Emma…”

“Sarah… not yet… not yet…”

Emma moved closer again.

She inserted two fingers deep inside me and vigorously rubbed the upper wall of my vagina.

Instantly, electric shocks surged through my body.

“Sarah… this is your G-spot… feel it…”

Her fingers rubbed faster and faster.

Suddenly, I felt like a fish leaping out of water.

Like a zebra breaking free from captivity into the open plains.

Her fingers moved faster.

Following her rhythm, I gasped wildly, breathlessly.

An enormous explosion roared inside my skull.

.

AAAAAH~!!! A scream tore from my throat as my entire body convulsed.

Suddenly, another finger pushed into an unknown hole.

Heat erupted from two places at once.

Instantly, a blocked passage opened wide—and a massive flood of fluid gushed out.

My body trembled uncontrollably as the liquid soaked Emma's hand completely.

“Yes… just like that… squirt freely… don't hold back, pour out everything…”

A powerful stream shot out along my urethra.

Hot fluids poured down my vaginal walls.

Every sensation was transmitted with exquisite clarity.

“Ah………… Emma…”

My breath stopped.

How long passed, I don't know.

A warm touch gently wiped my body clean.

It was Emma.

I opened my eyes weakly.

“Was it good?”

Her voice was soft.

I answered with a silent smile.

“We can do this sometimes, right?”

Again, I smiled in reply.

“I loved it too. Just seeing you reach climax was enough for me…”

She whispered softly as she gently cleaned my body.

“Thank you, Emma…”

Her lips lightly brushed mine.

“I love you…”

“Me too… me too… I love you…”

Yes. In that moment, she wasn't just my friend—she was my lover.

Multi… Ah… this is what multi feels like.

With her hands, she awakened every hidden sensation buried deep within me…