episode_0186

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Background: OK.

Script: OK.

Situation: OK.

The scenario? Well, it’s not bad.

I’ve used it a few times to get off, so it’s a familiar flavor—but that’s fine.

Just because you know meat tastes good doesn’t mean you won’t eat it, right?

In fact, because I know exactly how good it is,

I want it even more.

“S-Senpai… W-Why… Why is it still so hard…?”

Today’s me: A diligent 16-year-old high school girl who’s done nothing but study her whole life.

Today’s you: An 18-year-old high school boy who’s spent his days fucking any girl that turns him on.

The scenario?

You drag me all the way to your house because I bumped into you in the school hallway and cracked your phone screen.

…And then make me pay for it with my body.

A bottom-tier plot so cliché, there must be dozens just like it already.

It’s a shame—if I’d put in a little more effort, I could’ve made it hotter. But… whatever.

Even like this,

I can still enjoy myself plenty.

“Is it really that weird?”

“I-I… In sex ed… they said once you do it once, it gets harder…”

Haa, haa…

A half-unrolled condom lands on my chest as I lie on my side, gasping for air.

That makes three condoms already.

Time elapsed? Probably around 30 minutes, give or take.

Same amount as Jiyoon.

A little faster than Jiyoon.

…My win.

2 : 1.

“Your teacher?”

“A… friend…”

“What friend? Guy? Girl?”

“…Girl… Uhm… She has a… boyfriend…”

“…Poor thing. Stuck with a loser like that.”

As I try to catch my breath and tug my rolled-up uniform back down over my exposed stomach,

Woojin—no,

Senpai leisurely exhales and grabs a fresh condom from beside my head.

Then, after wiping his cock clean on my skirt, he rolls on the new one.

…Pushing one of my thighs aside, he presses down hard,

grinding his cock against my soaked pussy with crude, deliberate force.

“…If you’re turned on, fucking all night is normal, idiot.”

“…Ah…”

“If a guy can only do it once before passing out, he’s probably defective.”

“…”

“What kind of man does that? Pathetic.”

Hah. His delinquent act is terrible.

I swallow the thought as my well-trained cunt spreads wide for the head of his cock.

But instead of slamming in like before, he teases me—inch by inch, just the tip.

…I’d rather he fuck me hard like when he had me on all fours.

But I can’t exactly say that now and ruin the mood.

Biting my lip, I look up at him.

“…Are you… going to… do it again…?”

“…”

“Please… let me… go home…”

Even though I’m already clutching a pillow beneath me.

Even though my nipples are stiff for no reason.

…Instead of crying,

I let out a heavy, pleasured sigh.

Pretending I don’t want it.

Pretending I want to go home.

So shameless.

…Maybe that’s why.

“Nngh?! …Hn…!”

Senpai, who’d been rubbing against my inner walls, suddenly starts hammering the head of his cock against my cervix.

While I’m busy squeezing the pillow in bliss,

he berates me—

You say you wanna go home but make that face?

You’re just trying to turn me on, aren’t you?

The light stream of curses from above is just a bonus.

When I whimper I’m sorry, I’m sorry—feeding him the lies he wants to hear—

he stops.

“…Hey. Lee Hayoon.”

“Y-Yes…?”

“Swallow. Catch your breath before answering. I hate it when you mumble.”

“O-Okay…”

One hand interlaced with mine.

His firm lower stomach pressed tight against mine,

crushing my oversensitive clit as he asks—

“…Should I forgive you?”

“…”

“You said you wanted to go home, right?”

“I-I mean…”

“I could just let you go once you’ve had enough. If that’s what you really want.”

“H-Hic… Hiiik…!”

He pulls out slightly, forcing my walls to stretch around him.

…Just as half of him slips free,

he glances down and catches my disappointed expression.

Then—

Thump.

Thump.

Squeezing my hand tight,

gripping my trembling fingers with all his strength,

…he savors the filthy moans spilling from my clenched teeth before slamming back in—

branding the shape of his cock into my mind, into the depths of my womb.

Then, in a sweet, low voice by my ear—

“Weren’t you just begging me to fuck you raw until you were molded to my tastes?”

Deep inside me.

Right below my navel.

He presses down so hard I swear I can hear it—

…pounding pleasure into me until my skull might split.

“…Hayoon, you’re not the only one who turns me on.”

“…”

“There are underclassmen. Even girls in your grade.”

…It doesn’t sound like part of the roleplay.

The words feel strangely deliberate.

“Who… turns you on… Nngh…?”

“Why do you care?”

Against the back of my cervix,

thud, thud—

he carves pleasure so intense my vision whites out.

“If you’ve… fucked me like this… you should tell me…”

“…There’s one. Same age as me.”

“…”

“If we’re being technical… Hah… she’d be your unnie.”

When I ask who,

…coincidentally,

his description reminds me of Jiyoon.

“What’s… her name…?”

“What’ll you do if I tell you?”

“I’ll tell everyone… Senpai’s a psycho rapist… Nngh…! Hn…♡”

“Doesn’t matter. She knows and still hangs out with me. Says she likes it better that way.”

Pinning my twitching thighs down,

…he licks my drooling lips like a lover,

even as I gush around him, writhing in climax.

He doesn’t stop—just fucks into me like a madman.

“…So. Still wanna go home?”

“…”

As if it was all a joke, he changes the subject.

My answer?

Obviously.

“…”

“…”

Silence.

A long silence.

A silence where all I do is clench around him.

“…”

Maybe because my silence might as well mean Senpai, rape me harder.

…Hic.

I swallow my breath.

“Ah… Senpai… Too deep… ♡”

Because Senpai forces a kiss on me.

Because Senpai forces his spit into my mouth.

Because Senpai grabs my chest and

fucks into me like he’s breaking a toy,

“Want me to go shallow, then?”

“…”

“…You’re clamming up again. Just like before.”

“I-I mean…”

“What?”

“…If you go shallow… it’ll…”

“…”

“…Take longer… to finish…”

“…”

Senpai scoffs and presses down on my thighs.

“Hayoon. You’ve got the wrong idea.”

“…Huh?”

“Going shallow doesn’t matter. Not to me.”

“Eh… Ah, I mean…”

“Just say it. It’s just the two of us here.”

“…”

As if that wasn’t enough, he shifts position, pinning both my thighs down as he thrusts.

…When I turn my head away in embarrassment,

he whispers—

Look at me.

If you want me to fuck you to the hilt,

see how much is left.

Look at me.

“…Be honest, and I’ll make you my fuck buddy.”

“…”

“If not, I’ll just take this as payment for your phone.”

“…”

…My face burns.

I’m already satisfied.

“…”

I reach out.

Not to push him away—but to grip

the base of his cock, still not fully inside.

…As if to warm him up,

I squeeze.

“Schlp… Nngh… Mmph… ♡”

Next time, how should I let Woojin conquer me?

How should I resist?

How should I act coy to make him happy?

…What kind of Woojin should I be?

What kind of Lee Hayoon should I become to get fucked just right?

I’ll think about it happily.

186

Fully night.

After a pleasant bathroom blowjob with Hayoon, we return to the bedroom, exchanging awkward smiles.

So… roughly two boxes of condoms… maybe a little more.

I didn’t count exactly, but over the long hours, I definitely loved her more than I did with Jiyoon.

Hayoon didn’t recite the cute lines she’d prepared to turn me on—just moaned sincerely, gushing until the end.

…This should be enough to satisfy her.

No inferiority complex about falling short compared to her little sister.

Pleased with the results, I smile and let Hayoon dry me off.

“…Shouldn’t the guy do this first?”

“It’s fine. Let your unnie take care of it.”

“But earlier, you definitely—”

“T-That was just playing along with your kink!”

“…Hmm.”

“I’m your unnie. Your unnie. Treat me respectfully. Got it?”

“…”

“One less bowl of tteokguk than me, and you… Ugh…”

If her boyfriend sided with the little sister from the start, she’d kick me out before I could break her down.

…We’ll be rolling around together within days—can’t have that.

Planting the thought I’m more loved than her is the most important.

Giving her solid faith is second.

As for Jiyoon watching from the sidelines…

She’s practically an accomplice anyway.

She’ll vaguely grasp why I’m doing this without needing a detailed explanation.

Instead of worrying about her, I’ll focus on Hayoon—our shared prey.

Like how a two-eyed person is treated as strange in the land of the blind,

once she’s stuck between us,

she’ll crumble.

Naturally.

“Ah, Woojin. Wanna stay for dinner?”

“Is that okay? Won’t it mess up the portions?”

“It’s fine! We have instant rice!”

“Well… I guess…”

From the inside out.

After letting her comb my hair with the paddle brush she handed me,

once it’s mostly dry, she slips out of my arms and pads to the living room.

Shouldn’t she put on clothes first? Then again, it’s her house.

Naked apron is a classic, but it’s got its charm.

In good spirits, I follow her.

“The stew’s a little leftover. Can you check the rice? There should be some, but I’m worried about the amount.”

“One sec.”

Ding.

Opening the rice cooker, I see barely enough for two.

As Hayoon turns on the stove, she hands me an instant rice pack, which I set on the microwave for later.

“…Unnie. Put some clothes on.”

Lee Jiyoon sighs and steps out of the room.

Still wearing

only the shirt I gave her.

“Seo Woojin’s here. Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“Y-You’re barely dressed either! And earlier, you definitely—!”

“That was just to get water. You’re out here making dinner.”

“…Ah, well…”

“What’s the big deal? No nipples showing. Unless you lift the shirt, you can’t even see my pussy.”

“H-Hey! Don’t try to lift it—cover up!”

Jiyoon exhales and drops the hem she’d been tugging up.

Then, glancing at me, she walks over with light steps.

“…Wanna eat before you go?”

“…Yeah.”

“Then straight home?”

“Probably. Nowhere else to go.”

“…Hmm…”

With Hayoon here, I should keep some distance.

Close, but not too close.

Taking a step back,

“…”

“…”

Jiyoon takes a step forward.

…Even when I glance at her sister by the stove,

she just stares up at me.

“Unnie.”

“…Yeah?”

“Can I go out tonight?”

“…Go out?”

“I just made plans. Gonna meet a friend.”

“…Plans? Just now?”

“Yeah. Might be back late.”

To her sister barking behind her,

she deliberately provokes,

stepping even closer.

“Y-You think I’d let you—!”

“Fine. Then I won’t go.”

“…Huh?”

“I’ll just stay home and game like usual.”

“…”

With her usual blank face,

she subtly lifts the shirt again—

just enough for me to see the scribble on her lower stomach:

“Fuckable” (written messily backward).

And a little higher,

by her navel:

“Only a shitty affair cock reaches here”

in cutesy, girly handwriting.

“Too bad… Stuck at home, so bored…”

“You’re always home. You just wanna fuck Woojin!”

Spinning around to face her sister,

she tugs the hem back down and plays innocent.

…Absurdly,

she says—

“Not really.”

“Huh?”

“He’s too big. It hurts. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t do it often.”

“…Oh, right… Woojin is big…”

“Pfft… Suddenly so meek… Ahem Unnie, you don’t get sore? Used to it?”

“…Shut up.”

“…Jealous. I should’ve met him before you.”

She’s acting out the ideal little sister I wanted.

One who has feelings for her sister’s boyfriend

but knows her place—

though she won’t give up.

“Haa… Oh, what’s for dinner?”

“…Leftovers from breakfast.”

“Breakfast was…?”

“D-Doenjang jjigae and… uh…”

…Behind her back,

her fingers form a V,

swaying playfully—

just for me.