episode_0053

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A pleasure so intense it felt like I had scraped up every last drop from beneath my scrotum and smeared it all over her.

Drowning in that pleasure, I coated Lee Jiyoon’s stomach with sticky cum, and by the time I wiped off the last remaining glob from the tip of my cock onto her thigh—

Jiyoon, who had been silently fidgeting with her fingers, suddenly let out a gasp and spoke up.

“…Huh, tissues. Wait, tissues…”

“They’re behind your head. Reach for them.”

“…Ah. Found them… S-Seo Woojin, share the tissues and wipe yourself off quickly…!”

Was she worried I’d gotten too much on the bed?

It’s not like it was about to spill over.

It’s not like I came buckets like some orc from a fantasy manga.

“Overreacting much…”

“What if my sister finds out?!”

“That’s why I only came on your stomach so it wouldn’t get on the bed. Or what, where else was I supposed to do it?”

“You could’ve asked for tissues, or if it was really urgent, then… my mouth, or something…”

“…Mouth?”

“I said if it was urgent! If it was urgent! I could’ve held it in my mouth and spat it into the toilet…!”

“You could’ve just caught it with your hand like a normal person?”

“…Just wipe it off already!”

Crazy bitch.

I chuckled down at Jiyoon, who was spouting nonsense, before taking the wad of tissues she had frantically pulled out and wiping her freshly used thighs clean.

Lowering my gaze, what greeted me was the sticky, milky-white mess covering Jiyoon’s lower stomach.

…The thrilling sense of conquest from having dirtied someone’s idol, a hero, with my own hands.

Smirking in satisfaction, I wiped away every last trace of my seed with layers of tissues.

No. No way.

Just rubbing it out on her thighs wasn’t nearly enough.

Now that I’ve roughly figured out Jiyoon’s tastes,

I’ll keep at it until she prefers sex over games.

Until she’d rather be bent over in that new costume she just revealed today than have creepy fans posting 「Lee Jiyoon’s New Costume.jpg」.

I’ll lead her down the wrong path, step by step.

“What about your pants? Of all colors, black really shows cum stains.”

“What do you mean, ‘what about them’? I’ll have to clean them and hide them in the washing machine so my sister doesn’t find out…”

“Want me to clean them?”

“…Stop saying weird things and just help me clean up.”

“Why? Aren’t we past that now?”

“We’re still just friends, got it?”

“What kind of friend gives a blowjob?”

“I-I said I’d just wet it with spit…!”

“…Oh?”

“Anyway, don’t touch them. I’ll handle it myself.”

To fill the pit I’d dug over ten years of obsessing over fucking a hero,

I needed to approach her like taming a pretty stray cat—

slowly, carefully, easing her guard down.

The first button was already fastened, so no need to rush.

Seeing how she’s already making excuses about “just wetting it,”

a little more coaxing and she’ll fold in no time.

As I started putting my clothes back on, I tossed the damp tissues into the trash and opened the window.

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You psycho.

What if you threw that in my sister’s trash can?!

I swallowed my words and silently kept cleaning.

Damn…

Seo Woojin’s cum,

so fucking sticky it won’t come off…

The stuff on my skin wiped away fine,

but the stains on my clothes just wouldn’t budge past a certain point.

Maybe if I wet it and scrub harder…

“……”

I knew it wouldn’t come off easily from the start,

but this is ridiculous.

The concentration,

the amount,

the way he came…

…and the size of his dick.

It’s a little different from the “normal” I knew.

Like…

The Japanese guys in porn who pull out with an “iku, iku,” making those pathetic noises.

The “standard”-sized dicks that just rest on a woman’s stomach.

The “standard” amount of cum that spills out with a splurt.

None of it matched Woojin.

Like how he just thrust a few times before slamming it deep between my thighs and coming wildly,

or how his dick was slightly longer and thicker than my handspan (which reaches the F9 key on a keyboard),

or how—

splurt

splurt

splurt

glug glug

—the amount of cum that spilled onto my hand covering his tip,

onto my stomach used like a tissue,

onto my clothes pulled up to my breasts,

onto my sister’s clothes I wore just to tease him,

was easily two or three times more than what I thought was “normal.”

Nothing like what I learned from porn.

“……”

…I’m worried.

If my sister ever has sex with Woojin, that dick of his…

And he’s into rape play, right?

No holding back, all the way to the root…

thud

thud

thud

……

“…Woojin.”

“Yeah?”

“Should you use a condom? Even for rape play?”

“I will. I bought a ton.”

“…You pervert. You were already planning to fuck my sister.”

“Why do you think I asked what she likes? It was all for that.”

Well, all guys think the same.

Some even get hard just hearing a woman’s voice and start panting.

So Woojin’s just a guy after all.

That thought lingered in the back of my mind as another, more embarrassing fantasy bloomed.

…Well,

it’s just a fantasy.

Woojin bringing multiple boxes of condoms,

whispering “I love you” in my ear,

…What about… my sister…?

—my lips barely managing to ask before he kisses me obscenely and pounds deep into my pussy.

All just a fantasy.

I’m still fine.

Yeah.

“At least you’re honest. …The pervert part sucks, though.”

“Oh? You like honesty?”

Then, Woojin stared at my face and started grinning.

…Why’s he like this all of a sudden?

Is “liking honesty” funny?

“Why are you laughing?”

“No reason. Just… Hmm…”

“……?”

“Earlier… felt good. Jiyoon.”

“…W-What did…?”

“The sex practice.”

Woojin, smiling as he let the winter breeze in through the window.

Staring dumbly at his face for a while, I stammered out a reply from my sister’s bed.

“…I-It wasn’t that good for me…”

Even I could hear

how much of a lie that was.

“Anyway, you should head home soon.”

“Why? Your sister won’t be back for a while.”

“Y-You’re planning to stay until then…?”

“Not that long, but I can help clean up. Just in case.”

“I’ll handle it, so go play your games…! You skipped practice today because of me.”

“Games aren’t work. No need to ‘make up’ for it.”

“It is work for me, idiot.”

Trying to lighten the mood, I undid my hair (tied up to mimic my sister) and pushed Woojin toward the door.

Luckily, he didn’t resist much as I shoved him out, his coat slung over his shoulder.

Mumbling useless things like:

It’ll take about 30 minutes to get home,

Are you playing with that CZ guy again today?

Close the window after airing out the room,

—before finally, shove.

Once Woojin was out of the house,

I was left alone.

“…… …”

Step, step.

Returning to my sister’s still-unventilated room,

I closed the window tightly,

pulled out the wad of cum-soaked tissues from the trash,

spread out one of my sister’s soft white towels on her bed,

and flopped onto it face-first.

…To masturbate.

“… …… …”

Replaying Woojin’s words in my head over and over,

imagining the dick that had been pounding between my thighs,

wondering how much cum it’d take to cover my whole body,

fantasizing about things that would never happen,

I prepared to touch myself.

“Huh?”

Han Chaejun, who had a Discord room open on the least-used of his four monitors, muttered quietly.

seowoojin123

Not the ID he wanted to see, but not bad news either.

If that bastard was online, it meant Lee Jiyoon would be joining soon.

The only annoying part was how the two always logged in together like some couple.

…Whatever.

After asking Jiyoon about his looks last time, she said he and I were about the same.

So between a deadweight guy and someone who could carry the team alone, wasn’t I the better choice?

If only we could meet in person.

[CZ]

—Jiyoon isn’t here yet.

—Did you log on for the game?

[seowoojin123]

—Yeah

—Jiyoon will be on soon.

Yeah. That subtle bragging.

So fucking annoying.

Click. Chaejun cracked his stiff neck and adjusted his posture before joining the Discord room.

Ding. A light chime sounded.

His lips twitched as he spoke casually.

“You’re late today?”

– Ah. Ah. Can you hear me?

“Yeah. Loud and clear.”

– Sorry. I was hanging out with Jiyoon separately today, so I’m a bit late.

“…I see.”

Look at this bastard.

He’s doing this on purpose, right?

– It’s weird, though. I thought Jiyoon would’ve joined first…

“Why’s that?”

– We parted ways in front of her house.

“…Ah.”

Last time, he hinted they were just walking together. Now he’s dropping her off at home?

Why not just say they’re dating?

– Let me call Jiyoon real quick.

Tap tap. The mic cut off briefly.

Chaejun listened silently before muting himself to curse.

He knew the two were childhood friends, but he couldn’t tell how much of this guy’s words to believe.

Were they really just walking together?

And now they’re hanging out separately?

If he’s taking her home, aren’t they basically dating?

But Jiyoon only ever called him a childhood friend…

…Ah. Got it.

This bastard is just a childhood friend, but he’s acting like this because he’s jealous of how close Jiyoon and I seem.

“Moron.”

His methods are kinda cute.

The fake-deep voice, the bragging—should’ve noticed sooner.

Chuckling to himself, Chaejun browsed for music to listen to when—

– Jiyoon might be a while.

“Huh? Why?”

– She said she’s almost done showering, but…

“And?”

– Her voice sounds completely drained, so I think she was just masturbating.

Chaejun briefly pulled off his headset to check his ears.

– She’s mumbling random stuff like “What should I eat for dinner?” or “Do you prefer dogs or cats?” so I think she’s using my voice as… material.

“……”

– You’ll probably have to wait another 10 minutes.

The words from the other side of the headset didn’t compute.

– Just kidding.

“…Ah. Right. A joke…”

The five-second pause before the “just kidding” didn’t help.

It made no sense.

– We’re still a bit awkward. Was it not funny?

“No.”

If I told Jiyoon right now, “Seo Woojin made a sex joke about you,” all the effort I’ve put into my image would be ruined.

And he’s risking that for a joke like this?

Is he stupid?

– Please keep it a secret from Jiyoon. She’d beat me like a dog during Boknal.

“…Of course. How could I say something like that to her?”

I’m telling her immediately.

Chaejun laughed incredulously and clicked on Jiyoon’s profile—

just as her status turned green and a ding announced her arrival in the Discord room.

– …Hello. CZ.

– No greeting for me?

– We just saw each other. What’s there to greet? Idiot. …We even talked on the phone.

Something was…

off.

Maybe because of what I just heard,

but her voice sounded weak,

lewd.

– Sorry for making you wait… I was, uh, showering…

“…Ah, yeah.”

Even if I tried to convince myself otherwise,

this was the first time I’d ever heard

Lee Jiyoon sound so obscene.

Chaejun slowly backspaced the half-typed message: Jiyoon, earlier Woojin said—

Something felt…

wrong.