The Glowy Hole

“I drink, therefore I urp-!”

“There, there,” you assist your drunken friend in sobering up inside the bar’s toilet by patting her on the back.

You first met Jiwoo in a cafe on the far corner of the city. She’s cute. That’s your first thought. Being the gentleman—another word for : dumb—that you were, you approached her seat and told her a single sentence.

“Hey, sorry for interrupting your, thing, but I just wanna say that you are very, very pretty.”

She was drowned in what she was doing that she didn’t realize at all that there was already a man standing right in front of her. She looked a bit startled when she looked up to see you there. Standing and smiling as politely as you possibly could. She didn’t react to the compliment whatsoever, so just in case you were being rude, you bowed and cowed.

“Fucking hell what am I even thinking there. Could’ve been called out for being a pervert or something, jeez. Me and my impulsive ass,” just when you cursed yourself while facing away from her, you suddenly felt a light touch on your lower back. It’s safe to say that your goose was bumps(ed).

Your body trembled as you tried your hardest to turn around once again instead of running away from that cafe and burying your own body alive. “Y-yes..?”

“You can’t just say something like that and run away, you know? What do you think I am, an animal? Anyway,” she handed out her right hand, expecting a handshake. “I’m Jiwoo.”

“What the hell?” you pondered.

“Uh, yeah, uhm, nice to meet you, Jiwoo...?” you said, still in confusion.

“...That’s it?”

“Yeah? What do you mean ‘that’s it?’ Am I being rude or something?”

“Well, not really, but, it’s me! Jiwoo! The leader of the hottest girl group right now, Hearts2Hearts! You must be shitting me right now, stop the act!”

Your already furrowing eyebrows were furrowing even deeper. “Respectfully, also seriously, what in the hell are you talking about?!”

What the hell is Hearts2Hearts? A girl group? The hottest? Well, to be fair, it’s no understatement to say that she was indeed the prettiest girl you’ve ever laid your eyes upon. But what the hell was that attitude?

Fast forward to now, a little more than a year after your encounter with Jiwoo. You and her are good friends now. Nothing more, nothing less.

“I still remember the time we were in that cafe and you suddenly came up to me and say I was pretty,” she giggles with a shot of soju in her hold, the first of many.

“And I too remember the way you were being so weird about it,” you shake your head lightly.

“Well excuse me would you?! I was incredibly stressed right then. Me debuting, the immense pressure of being an idol, insane training regimen, and so on. You being oblivious just so happened to trigger something deep within myself. How would I know that you actually have no idea about who I am? Hahahah! Sorry. That feeling of being on top of the world is really intoxicating sometimes,” she downs that shot. Her face is as straight as it could be as she pours another.

“Miss number one in the world, I humbly apologize for living in another world.”

She raises her fist with a threatening air around her, of course paired with an ominous face. You shrug her off with a laugh—nervously, she’s the type to punch unprompted. Thankfully, she laughs instead.

“Don’t be. I think I said it multiple times that I enjoy it. You know? Not being gawked at. Not being considered as a ‘friend’ just because I’m an idol. Thank you,” she downs another shot, still pouring another after.

“Honestly I don’t care either way. You’re cool. Though you might benefit from learning about anger management. Just saying.”

She punches you for real now. Right in your Adam's apple too, of all places. Almost knocked the wind out of you.

“Shit! I’m sorry!” she immediately cradles your neck once she lands the punch. Hoping it would offer you any sense of comfort—more so about not wanting you to punch her in return.

You cough for minutes in succession, still with her palms enveloping your probably bruised neck. Any stranger that sees this would probably think that you just got punched by some random drunk. They don’t know any better, probably for the best. Wouldn’t want to tarnish her idol image right then and there.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you say in between your coughs, signaling her to release her grab on your neck.

She nervously laughed it off. “You won’t take any revenge right...?”

Now it’s your turn to laugh. Of course not. 

“Prepare yourself,” is your shortcoming precaution before you flick her on the forehead right after.

The night continues with warm laughter and a soothing atmosphere. That is, until she’s vomiting rainbows out her stomach after downing an entire bottle of soju.

“You good?” you ask the girl to your left whose hand is wrapped across your shoulder just to prevent her from falling down.

“Ssshhhhhh. Just, just take me back to my dorm.”

“Alright, just hang on for a sec I’ll call the members.”

“What? Are you serious? Two whole days?! Damn. I mean, well, enjoy your break I guess. Yeah, okay, I will. Take care Carmen, say my greetings to all the others. Alright, bye bye.”

“Yeah as it seems like you’ll be spending your time alone in ther- Jiwoo!”

“Ungh... Fuck, my head is fucking spinning. Carmeeeen! Helloo?”

“Yo,” you suddenly appear beside her. Jiwoo is holding her head so she can't see that you are laying on the floor right next to her bed. It scares the bejeebuz out of her.

“Fucking hell you almost gave me a heart attack,” she says after screaming her lungs out.

“Likewise, was there a need to scream like that? Jeez.”

“Yes? Yes! Was there a need for you to be here?!” she raises her voice as she rises up.

“Ah,” you chuckle. “You passed out, so you might not remember. But all the members are having a vacation on an island, you’re left alone for the next two days or so. Carmen personally asked me to take care of you after I told her you were drinking, she must’ve known you’re a bad drunk. So, here I am,” you stretch your arm with the palms facing her. Showing that you should not be considered a threat.

She looks down and palms her own forehead. “Seriously? Huft. Leaving their leader just like that, what the hell,” suddenly she sounds incredibly sad.

You gently grab her left shoulder with your right hand, giving her a firm and hopefully encouraging shake on it.

She puts her hand on top of your grabbing hand. Jiwoo looks at you with her doe-eyed innocence. A rarity in her personality. “Be honest to me, am I a bad leader?”

It takes a tremendous amount of self control to not laugh at that question. You shouldn’t laugh, not when she’s showing you her vulnerable side. And so you muster your strength to answer her in all honesty. “Yes.”

Her already gloomy face turns even darker. Her lips curve downward. Her eyes are watery. She’s about to cry.

“But, I don’t really see how you should be good anyway.”

“…?” she tilts her head. Her eyes are still watery, but it’s also filled with curiosity now.

“I mean, even as a leader, it’s okay to be ‘bad’ you know? I know the pressure is insane and all that, but you’re still a human first and foremost, not a machine. You can’t perform your best all the time every time, so, chill out a bit. And also, you’re not a leader when you’re with me, just a person, a friend. So please, be as bad as you want to be around me, I believe that you can trust me.”

She finally smiles as her face slowly lights up. “Heh. Since when did you become this cool?”

You sincerely smile back. “I’m always cool,” you puff your chest with both of your hands now resting on your hips. She faintly laughs.

The air in the room feels warm and lovely. You enjoy her laugh, probably just as much as she enjoys your presence. The laugh is soon replaced by a short moment of silence. Of you and her catching breath. You are just about to stand up when you suddenly feel a weight crushing your body from upfront, followed by warmth and comfort. Jiwoo is hugging you.

You’re taken aback. She’s never behaved like this before. To act like you two are more than a friend. Honestly, you are confused. Should you just let it be? Let her do as she pleases for now? Should you stop her from proceeding? No, it’s not about her at all actually. It’s about yourself. You are afraid of the possibility of thinking about her as more than a friend.

“Jiwoo-”

“Shh,” she’s hugging you even tighter.

Your conscience is at war, all while she digs deeper and deeper into your chest.

Eventually, you give up. You convince yourself that it’s okay to just let it ride. Slowly, your hands move up. Your fingers weave through the strands of her hair from below, parking right behind her ear. Her body heats up nicely against yours. She smells nice—much to your favor, your brain blocked the smell of alcohol.

“Jiwoo,” you whisper to her, now also gently rubbing her hair. “Hey.”

She still snuggles, not saying a word.

“Look at you, are you a cat or something?” you try sneaking a giggle in.

She giggles, finally a sound comes out. “And if I am? You did say that I can become anything as long as you’re around.”

“I don’t mind. It’s just that, are you sure-”

“Yes. Yes I am. Don’t make me change my mind,” she raises her head as she says that.

You haven’t quite processed how cute she is in this situation when you feel a soft surface enveloping your lips. She’s launching her head forward, landing lips first right onto yours.

“That’s my answer.”

As she mutters those words inches apart from your face, your entire body feels like it’s about to explode. Weakly, you form a sentence of gratitude.

She laughs at it. “Why would you thank me?! I should be the one who is thanking you, y’know,” her giggles trail the words all the way through.

“Well how about we just thank each other? Seems like the most fair option.”

“Okay ... but I feel like I still owe you a favor.”

“You owe me a lot actually,” you snicker. She pouts to that.

“Oh! How about I let you in on my secret!” her eyes sparkled. She’s repeatedly tapping your chest.

“What secret?” you raise your right eyebrow in curiosity.

She looks down to hide her giggling face for a minute. “Okay, here I go,

“You know that people often praise me for having the fairest skin of all the members right? Well, there’s actually a secret to it. You see, for some reason, ever since I was born I think, I’ve been producing, or is it excreting? At any rate, I’ve been letting out some kinda form of energy every single day without fail. I think it’s heat? Probably light as well, I dunno. It just does! That is actually the main reason why my skin is so bright and glowing, cuz I literally shit light!”

You flinch. The recoil of your head tilting in confusion is so extreme it feels like your neck is about to twist 180degrees. And even that isn’t enough, you still had to do an actual double take. What the hell kind of secret is even that?!

“Do you not believe me?” her voice sounds disappointed, but a different kind of disappointed. It is a fake disappointment, a fake so good you almost couldn’t tell. But Jiwoo smirks. She’s challenging your belief.

“Aha, Jiwoo buddy, it’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just that it was so-”

“Absurd?” she’s inside your head now. “I know right. That’s why I kept it a secret. Huh, I thought you’d react differently to be honest.”

“I mean, any other secret than that then I would for sure react how you might want to see me react! Tell me literally anything else!”

“Ooo, getting defensive now, ay?”

You won’t win this. It’s Jiwoo. “Gahhh. Okay! Okay! Fine, I believe you, Jiwoo, the girl from outer space whose body works like a literal star.”

She’s cracking up. Her pretend angry/annoyed act has faded entirely. “You know what, I never even think about the possibility of me being born from a meteor or some kind. But that is interesting!”

You only give her a lenient smile. Almost mocking actually.

“Well, since you wouldn’t say whether or not you believe me, there’s only one way to find out.”

Jiwoo unlatches herself off of you in a hurry. She then quickly stands up and turns her body around, her back is facing you. “You ready?”

You still can’t comprehend the clusterfuck of occurrences that just happened. Why on earth would she stand up to ask you about your readiness. But oh well, there’s only one way to find out. “Y-yeah, sure.”

Without any warning, without any kind of precaution, in one single movement, Jiwoo slides her pants off and leans forward to show you the clean unobstructed view of her backside. Namely, she’s emphasizing on her crotch area. “See?!”

“WHOA WHOA WHOA,” you instinctively jump backwards once you see the naked ass right in front of your face. You swiftly cover your eyes with your hand as well, but what has been seen cannot be unseen. You’ve seen the pure naked body of your friend. Albeit only a glance, Jiwoo is indeed glowing down there. It’s abnormally bright even, almost like she’s emitting a light from inside her body. Her ass is literally blinding you. Wait, so it is real?

Jiwoo is laughing. Completely unbothered by the fact that her butt is naked. She looks kind of proud of it too. 

“It’s alright! You may see it, you have my permission,” her voice is as sweet as it could possibly be. She’s leaning forward once again, now hugging her own backside of the knees, almost like folding her body. She’s putting an even greater emphasis on how her ass is presented to you.

You take a big, spiky, and painful gulp before freeing your eyes from the cover of your hand. Slowly but surely you can see Jiwoo in front of you displaying the full view of her ass. Wow. Your eyes are instantly glued. “Holyshit.”

Once again, she’s laughing. “Come, come here!” she waves you over. You reluctantly inch closer towards her.

Other than the fact that her asshole is shining as bright as a lamp, she is also clean shaven. A detail that you probably would’ve preferred to not know, ever. Oh to hell with it, you’ve seen her ass. What use is there to hold yourself back at this point? Just remember that she’s still your friend. Don’t break her trust.

It looks like she knows that your mental state is in absolute shambles right now, so she gently grabs one of your hands to guide it towards her asscheeks. You’re a little bit surprised by her touch, but you don’t disobey. Her ass—again, it’s still a little hard to accept the fact that it is shining—feels … smooth. You can’t feel a hair, nor any kind of coarse spot there. It’s uncanny how silky it is. She lets you do as you please.

It must have been a full five minutes of you just feeling every nook and cranny of her beautiful bottom. You notice that the one that glows is only her asshole. Her pussy looks normal, though it is also silly smooth. It should also be noted her skin is very warm. Might be coming from the heat that her asshole is emanating nonstop.

“Is it painful?” you say as you spread her ass.

“What is? The heat from my ass or the way you’re spreading me so wide right now?”

“Ah,” you immediately release your hold. “Sorry. Can’t help it when I’m seeing such a beautiful ass. So bright too, ah, sorry, uhm, I think I was more curious about the heat. You say that you excrete energy right? Does that mean..., I’m sorry. That was a weird question to ask.”

What’s even weirder is how she is laughing to respond to your question, while also swaying her ass left and right. “It is as you thought it is. I don’t really know how it works, but my body turns food into energy only. I never do that.”

“Wow. Remarkable. So you’re saying it is clean right?”

“Yep. Pretty much-”

You suddenly grab her hips. “And that’s all I need to know,” you waste no time to dive your face into her ass. It’s unbelievably clean indeed. You inhale as deep as you can, there’s no aroma at all other than the flowery perfume she’s wearing–and the faint smell of alcohol. The next step is of course, eating her out.

You start slow from below, pitting the surface of your tongue against her folds. You press your face deeper until your tongue finally catches the clitoris and your nose is basically buried within her pussy walls. You move up excruciatingly slow, indulging in every millimetre of her. Your trail on her finally stops once your tongue touches the glowing hole. Once again, you’re still amazed by the fact that she looks and feels normal there. Everything is as normal as an asshole can be, other than the fact that it’s gradually getting brighter. Eating her out feels like plunging your face into a steaming pot of soup. It is great, but you’d be lying if you say it’s not borderline painful.

“Nggghhhhh! Fuck! I’m, I think I’m cumming?! Don’t stop!”

Stopping is for sure not an option. Not when she’s wriggling helplessly in your grasp. Not when her moans are so insanely harmonious to your ears. Not when she’s literally using her hands to pull your hair and shove your head into her ass. No. You can’t stop until she cums.

You can feel her holes are gradually getting tighter. Your laps are getting quicker too, moving swiftly between her pussy and ass. When her fingers are locked up in your hair, her limbs are all tensed, you know that she’s cumming. But, one thing, for all this time you’ve been eating her, not a single drop of liquid was coming out. Actually, now that you think about it, Jiwoo doesn’t sweat, ever.

“I’m cummingggghh!!” as she says that, her asshole becomes intensely hot and bright. So much so that you have to back away to prevent yourself from getting retinal damage from being so close to the source of light. As she screams her loudest thus far, the entire room is also enveloped in a blinding light with her as the source.

You try your hardest to hide the fact that it’s painful for your body to experience all of that. Your skin feels like it is almost experiencing a grade 1 burn. Your eyes are having a hard time focusing. The pain is exceptionally felt in areas with direct contact with her skin. But, you can’t let your discomfort ruin her moment. You end up just grunting silently.

As the light gradually decreases, you can see her already slumping on the bed with her ass still hanging on the edge. Her face looks intensely red, her breathing is ragged, safe to say that she enjoyed it.

You come down from your standing position to sit on the floor just beside the bed, leveling your head with her still-resting-on-the-bed head. Her eyes are still half closed when she opens her mouth. “Thanks. That was fucking awesome. My first time cumming, ever, I think.”

You caress her head. “My pleasure, princess.”

“Stop that,” somehow, her cheeks are still getting more and more red. At this point she literally looks like a tomato.

“What? Not ready to be a princess yet? Fine then, my lovely girlfriend.”