episode_0126

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Uuuung.

Ung.

Uuung.

The phone, face-down on the small nightstand right next to the bed, vibrates repeatedly.

Not too fast.

Not too slow.

But persistently, as if urging me to check it quickly.

Of course, I can roughly guess why the phone suddenly started acting like this.

Beyond the phone, Lee Jiyoon—who’s been eagerly eavesdropping on her sister’s voice—must have thrown in some nonsense.

…In a way that’ll let me fuck her later too.

No, in a way that’ll make the sex feel even better than with her sister.

Well, obviously.

That’s why I called her in the first place.

“…Hah… Lee Hayoon….”

“Hyek…!”

But my attention to the buzzing phone is short-lived.

For the sake of whoever’s listening—probably Lee Jiyoon, masturbating in her room with her ears perked—I let out a sigh,

then slowly pull my cock out of Hayoon, who’s still drowning in the afterglow.

…Except, it’s not as easy as I thought.

I just came hard enough for my cock to ache at the base, so I want to switch condoms and keep going,

but my overheated body keeps leaning forward.

Toward the condom, swollen with freshly spilled cum,

kuug,

squeeze,

so I can grind it against the underside of Hayoon’s cervix.

“Ah… fuck, seriously….”

“Hik…! Hieek…!”

I shove my vulgar, desire-drenched voice into Hayoon’s ear, then bite down on her bright red earlobe, gnawing lightly.

This is all your fault.

I was trying to move on, but you keep holding me back, making me do other things.

It’s all your fault.

No matter how good that tight little hole felt around my cock…

this is too much.

Even as I try to pull out my rude cock, which had been slamming recklessly against her cervix,

she keeps squeezing the shaft like she’s begging me not to take it out.

What am I supposed to do?

…Just keep fucking her?

Until the condom slips off and it becomes raw sex?

“…Try relaxing a little.”

“I-I did…! I’ve been trying…!”

“Really?”

“Mmh…”

I whisper to her, still squirming, and Hayoon—arms wrapped around my neck—nods weakly, panting quietly.

While stroking her soft cheek with my fingers, I try to pull my hips back.

The condom, soaked slick with her juices, glistens.

Stretched taut over my thick cock, clinging tightly without a single gap.

…And yet, the tip is still swollen with cum.

The condom Hayoon pretends not to care about,

but keeps stealing glances at, swallowing hard.

I roughly peel it off and toss it onto the bed,

then tear open a new condom wrapper and carelessly throw it aside.

Of course, it’d be nice to have Hayoon clean me up with her mouth first,

but I want to kiss her at least once more while her breath still smells like my toothpaste.

It feels good, and it’ll help deepen our relationship.

I rest my dirtied cock on Hayoon’s snow-white lower stomach,

enjoying her subtle shivers as I roll on a new condom.

“…Why… are you so good at this…?”

“At what?”

“Putting on… condoms….”

“It’s just rolling it on and pulling. What’s there to be good at?”

“Mmmh… mm….”

“…….”

Hayoon fiddles with the crumpled blanket beside her, then clamps her mouth shut.

I usually think she’s a bit oblivious, but even she can’t miss this.

You’ve had a lot of practice, huh?

You had a girlfriend before me, didn’t you?

That’s what she wants to say.

Well, fair.

Just like how guys pretend not to care but secretly hope their girlfriends are virgins,

girls aren’t any different.

Not that it matters—the right answer is obvious anyway.

“…Ah, you’re my first, noona.”

“O-Only now you call me noona…! You jerk…!”

“You’re the one who started thinking weird things.”

“…I-I didn’t….”

“Be honest. …You did, didn’t you?”

“…….”

“My boyfriend… has he had sex with other girls?” That kind of thought.”

“…….”

…Meanwhile, Jiyoon on the other end of the phone is probably interpreting things her own way and enjoying herself.

Making sure she doesn’t hear too clearly.

While also giving Hayoon the courage to say something embarrassing.

I tease her dripping pussy with my condom-covered cock and continue.

“Answer me. Are you just not gonna say anything? Noona?”

“…I-I did think that… but…!”

“But?”

“…I mean, it’s possible, right? You could’ve done it with a girlfriend in high school… or maybe you just didn’t want to tell me… mmh….”

“…….”

“…These days, everyone loses their virginity in school, so if anything, I’m the late one….”

Her voice, strangely deflated,

only makes me even harder.

Gripping the base of my throbbing cock,

I slide just the tip into Hayoon’s soaked insides—

just the tip,

teasingly.

Then,

“If I told you I lost my virginity in high school, would you get mad?”

“…W-Why would I get mad over that…? I wouldn’t….”

“You sound mad already. Really?”

“I’m not mad…! Someone like you… it’s not like it’d be weird if you had an ex or something….”

I make sure the phone captures Hayoon’s voice, now undeniably sulky.

“There aren’t any girls’ numbers in my phone. …Well, except for one student and Jiyoon.”

“…Really?”

I capture Hayoon’s voice, suddenly much brighter.

“You can check my phone later if you want.”

“…….”

“…Noona, you’re the one acting all sexy. You sure you didn’t have a boyfriend before?”

“W-What nonsense…! You saw how much it… hurt when we first did it….”

“Should I ask Jiyoon?”

“Go ahead…! I’ve never even held hands with a guy before….”

I capture Hayoon’s voice, huffy but with a hint of laughter.

“Anyway, the truth is….”

“…….”

“…I didn’t want to look clumsy in front of you, so I practiced.”

“…Ah… ah… mm.”

I capture Hayoon’s voice, burning red with embarrassment.

“…It’s embarrassing to say. What are you gonna do about it?”

“…I-I’ll just call you oppa from now on…!”

“That’s it?”

“That’s enough…! W-What else do you want…?”

“Hmm… a wish coupon?”

“…….”

“A naughty wish coupon. How about it?”

“…F-Fine. Ugh… I bet it’s some weird cosplay or… mmph….”

The sound of my cock slamming into her tight, sticky pussy—

thud,

thud,

kuung,

slap slap—

The sound of our saliva-slick tongues tangling wetly—

I make sure the phone captures it all.

To ask Jiyoon, who helped me practice, “Is this good enough?”

…Using that excuse to indulge Jiyoon’s dirty tastes,

so that later, when we “practice” again,

she’ll feel even more guilty—

I fill the phone with the lewd sounds of my girlfriend’s sticky moans.

“Haah… Hayoon-ah.”

“…Mmmh….”

“…Stay like this. I’ll take you from behind.”

“…….”

“Now.”

“…Okay…! …Oppa….”

After the kiss, I tease her clit with my fingers, only the tip of my cock inside. Hayoon whimpers but obediently shifts onto her stomach.

As I wait for her to settle, I press a light kiss to the nape of her neck.

Only the sound reaches Jiyoon on the other end of the phone.

So she can let her imagination run wild—exactly as intended.

I briefly consider leaving a hickey on Hayoon for Jiyoon’s sake,

but hold back.

…She always wears her hair in a ponytail. The second we get to the academy tomorrow, her friends will notice.

Hayoon might brush it off as a bug bite,

but anyone who knows will immediately think, “Hayoon got railed from behind last night and marked on her neck.”

Of course, no one will know if it was her boyfriend

or just some well-built guy with a big dick—

not unless Hayoon says so.

“Now I get why you wanted to wear my shirt.”

“…Why?”

“Before, it was just because it was big on you and turned me on… but now, your whole body’s on display.”

“…Pervert.”

Thrust.

I push in just a little deeper, admiring the view in front of me.

The shirt hanging loosely down her back.

The deep curves it accentuates.

…Her waist, just begging to be gripped.

Her ass, just as tempting.

Her hair, perfect for pulling.

The ear I’d been biting and chewing on.

…Glance.

Hayoon’s emerald-green eyes, peeking back to check my expression.

“…Tell me if it hurts.”

“…….”

Savoring all of it,

I brace my fists on either side of her,

“……. …!”

and slam deep.

Deep enough for my cock to knock against her cervix.

“Hey… o-oppa….”

“….”

“Hyeehk…! Ugh…!”

“….”

“Woojin, ah…!”

Until Hayoon, who’d been panting with her head up until now,

finally buries her face in the pillow, only ragged breaths escaping.

“……. …♡ …….”

Until the ass I’d wanted to squeeze

slaps wetly against my stomach with every thrust.

“W-Wait… j-just a sec… too rough…”

“…Haah.”

“…Huaak…! Hah…! …Nghk…!”

As if giving permission—

or maybe begging for a break—

Hayoon’s foot taps weakly against the bed.

I pull her into my arms,

force her head to the side, and slide my tongue into her mouth.

Then, watching her eyes roll back with every thud of my cock,

squelch,

squelch,

thud,

thud.

I fuck into her, reshaping her insides in my image.

“…Lift your hips.”

“….”

Even if she collapses after just a few thrusts, twitching helplessly,

I savor the sight of her trembling but obediently following my orders, filling myself with conquest.

“…Ah, fuck….”

“…Mmph… brp….”

“Just… stay like this… hah….”

“……. …♡”

Hayoon, having climaxed multiple times, buries her nose and mouth in the pillow, breathing harshly.

Pinning her head down,

I fuck into her with everything I’ve got—

like I’m pounding into a fleshlight—

until her walls clamp down like a vice.

“…Lee Hayoon.”

“Hyeek… heh….”

“Stick out your tongue.”

“…Bleh….”

I yank her ponytail rudely, forcing her tear-streaked face up,

then roll her onto her side for a deep, adult kiss.

And like that,

after pounding into her until her stomach bulges with every thrash—

“…Ngbuek… blp… phwap…….”

I spill into her half-conscious throat over and over,

“Hah… hah… ugh……. nghh….”

…Messily.

Even if the condom holds,

I make sure she feels every bit of that heat—

messily.

Bleurgh,

bluuuugh,

splurt.

I pump my cum deep into Hayoon,

adding another condom full of it to the growing pile beside the bed,

then tear open yet another wrapper with my teeth.

Riiip.

Even if it’s too quiet to hear,

I make sure the phone catches it.

“This time, lie down however you want.”

“….”

“…Ah, you still want it from behind?”

“….”

So that Jiyoon, listening through the phone,

can seethe with jealousy.

…So she can count down the days

until our “practice” begins.