episode_0300

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I wonder if pretending to still be blackout drunk is actually working.

As I fumble through blurting out my honest thoughts, Seo Woojin lets out an amused, light chuckle.

Part of me wants to snap at him to stop laughing, but I quickly dismiss the idea.

…If I do that, I might lose even this flimsy excuse.

If this wasn’t just the alcohol talking, then I truly meant that sleeping with Woojin felt infinitely better.

That I genuinely disliked the idea of him sleeping with someone else… enough to cut in.

And though Woojin might not realize it,

after lecturing Yozora—who skipped class just to masturbate at home—calling her a pervert, crazy, and worse…

I, too…

…have started feeling drawn to things like this.

I just… didn’t like the idea of Woojin sleeping around with multiple women, myself included.

So if he was going to have sex anyway, I figured I might as well offer him my body—the one that felt the best for him.

Any reason beyond that…

….

…Well, there isn’t any.

“I thought all you knew how to do was insult people. Didn’t expect you to dish out compliments too.”

“…That wasn’t a compliment.”

“You said sleeping with me felt way better than jerking off alone. How is that not a compliment?”

“N-no, it’s not… Just stating facts….”

“Doesn’t matter. You still admitted that sex with me felt better than your own hand.”

“…W-well, yes, but… it’s not a compliment…!”

One word.

Then another.

With every exchange between us,

my drunken heartbeat threatens to leap straight out of my throat.

…To keep blaming the alcohol feels…

wrong in too many ways.

“I’m not so different from you, you know.”

“…How so?”

I was the one who first sat close to him, letting our shoulders brush.

But now, Woojin has started openly pressing his body against mine.

…Of all things, the only thing between us is a single towel—the same one we used to dry ourselves.

With our current states laid bare for each other to see…

…what naturally stands out the most is—

That.

…his fully erect cock, taut with blood.

My gaze unconsciously flickers toward the damn thing—the same one that had been shamelessly hard since the bathroom.

“You heard me earlier. That sex with me felt way better than your hand. …Embarrassingly so.”

“…….”

“Been holding back this whole time. Can’t tell?”

“…….”

Maybe it’s because he’s as drunk as I am.

Or maybe this is just how he always is.

Either way, as Woojin murmurs those crude words into my ear…

…I can’t bring myself to shove him away.

Instead, I stay still.

Letting him remain right beside me.

“Anyway, since I’ve been honest this time… Here. Unlocked. Look all you want.”

“Ah….”

Now, it’s not Teacher—

but Master…

As I reluctantly take the phone, shameful moans pour from its speakers alongside that humiliating title.

…The tiny wet spot newly smeared on the screen?

Probably from her frantic fingers grazing the lens.

Then again, it’s not surprising, given how drenched she is right now.

Master, Master—words so unbecoming of Han Sua’s usual elegance—

while she lies there.

Not a towel in sight.

Making a mess of the bedroom floor.

– You’re… watching… right…? – I’m already… 5 minutes…? Just 5 minutes in, and… I’m close… Ah…

“….”

The Seo Woojin you’re looking for…

is right next to me.

– I’m gonna cum so… easily… – I’m such a… slut… – I’m sorry…

Meanwhile, beside me,

his teeth tease the shell of my ear.

My damp chest and the peaks at its edges—

molested without permission.

– No no no no… Stop, no… Hng…!

Whether you’re fingering yourself through the screen or not,

he pulls one of my resting hands toward him.

Presses it against his throbbing cock…

like this.

and like this.

Guiding my grip as if to say, Move like this—

before letting me take over.

…The sticky, rhythmic sound of my hand stroking him fills the room.

– I’m sorry, so sorry…♡

Su-a’s moans mix with the pulsing veins under my fingertips.

…An unspoken irritation builds as I feel him grow even harder than before.

But I keep stroking.

Again.

And again.

“…You like this sort of thing? Really?”

“Define this sort of thing.”

“Here… calling you Master.”

“Don’t dislike it. Don’t love it either.”

“What kind of answer is that? Then why would Su-a…?”

“Not my idea. She prepared that collar herself.”

…Prepared it herself—meaning, voluntarily.

Su-a had those… tastes all along, hence calling him Master.

So far beyond my comprehension that I mutter, No way…, but my gaze lingers on Su-a through the screen anyway.

Should I call it fascinating?

Or just morbid curiosity—wondering if it actually feels good.

…Getting collared like that…

should be nothing but degrading.

No different from being treated like a pet.

But…

does it actually feel good?

Good enough to beg Woojin to pull your leash again?

To giggle and ask for more affection?

No way.

“You’re overthinking again.”

“…I wasn’t.”

“Relax. Unless you want it, I’ll never collar you or make you call me Master.”

“I said I wasn’t thinking about it. Stop assuming… …W-wait, what are you—”

Just as a cute, guilty I’m sorry for feeling so good…♪ plays from the phone, Woojin’s forearm moves closer.

Thick, veiny—utterly unlike mine.

For a second, I think he means to push me onto the bed and take me right then.

But no.

Instead, without warning, his hand slides between my thighs.

Shifting behind me…

…until his blazing body heat presses flush against my back.

His arms wrap around me.

“…….”

Ah. He’s trying to get me wet first.

That’s why he’s hugging me from behind, like we’re lovers.

My ears burn with embarrassment, but I steel myself.

After all, I’m here to satisfy his urges.

Which is why I’ve been so diligently… stroking him this whole time.

“Ngh…!?”

Just as the video ends with Su-a’s drowsy voice saying I wanted to last longer this time… Couldn’t even make it 10 minutes…,

Woojin slips a hand between my thighs.

…I part them without much resistance.

Embarrassing, but I can cooperate this much.

I did offer myself as a reward for helping me chase off Yoo Siwoo.

Besides, compared to actual intercourse, this isn’t so…

“…Meant to loosen you up first, but you’re already plenty wet. Even your clit’s swollen.”

“…Not… really.”

“Clearly felt it. No point denying now.”

…It shouldn’t be like this.

Aside from having my chest groped earlier and what happened in the bathroom, I’ve had no proper arousal.

Yet my body has already given itself away to Woojin.

More than I expected.

It’s… embarrassingly telling.

“Don’t believe me? Check for yourself.”

“…….”

“Scared to?”

I swallow my retort.

I swallow the urge to act unfazed.

I even swallow the fleeting thought of honesty.

All three options lead to disaster—so I bite my lip instead.

“…Can you hear it?”

“…….”

Leaning into Woojin’s embrace…

…I let him.

Pamper me.

“You’re not usually like this, right?”

His voice is slower than usual—maybe from the alcohol—as he murmurs into my ear.

I stifle the wet sounds between us, steadying my breathing.

But it’s pointless.

No amount of restraint can hide my reactions now—

…not when every thrust of those fingers lights me up inside.

“Ngh… …Hah…♡”

Pointlessly.

Because it feels too good.

“At this rate, even a full thrust—no, penetration should be fine.”

“Hah…. Haaa…♡”

Having clinked beer glasses earlier, I already know—

his fingers are a full size larger than mine.

That’s why, compared to when I fingered myself out of curiosity, his reach deeper inside is…

…That’s why.

“Look. See it too? Even the second knuckle’s soaked through.”

“…….”

Unlike when I touch myself,

my breathing has gone from calm to ragged.

Because this pleasure—

is needlessly,

addictively good.

His palm teasing my clit and the surrounding folds.

His fingers sinking deep where mine barely reached.

None of it should differ much from my feeble attempts, yet now, the shocks of pleasure refuse to fade.

…On the contrary, they’re mounting terrifyingly fast.

Now, even the slightest rub against my walls feels enough to—

make me whimper.

I bite my lower lip hard.

“…You’re gonna keep your mouth shut the whole time?”

“…Ngh… Hah… W-why…?”

“Can barely hear anything over these wet sounds, Seo-yeon.”

“Nhh… Don’t… call me… that…”

“Why not? You said tonight’s sex is my reward for chasing Yoo Siwoo.”

“…W-well, yes…”

“…Just think of it like drinking with a guy friend at his place. Easier that way.”

“Not thinking… It is… that… Ah—!”

Shame. Mortification. Humiliation.

While my lips stay sealed, my burning cheeks, ears, and clenching walls scream them aloud.

Until—

his fingers reach deeper.

Past where mine could ever reach.

Again.

And again.

“There… Ngh… Stop…”

The moment his fingers brush that spot, my body jerks uncontrollably. I suck in sharp breaths, frantic to clear my lust-fogged mind.

If just his fingers feel like this, what happens when I take what I’ve been stroking this whole time…? It’ll be way beyond just a reward.

I expected this, but not to this degree.

Was it a mistake to offer myself to him, knowing full well I’d just melt into a squirming mess?

If so, where did I go wrong?

Was it the drunken, sloppy kiss in that alley?

Or what happened earlier in the bathroom?

Hard to say.

Maybe dissecting mistakes is pointless.

Only one thing’s clear—

my body is far…

far more sensitive than I thought.

…This could get dangerous.

The blaring alarm in my head rings loud enough to burst my eardrums.

“W-Woojin…”

Glancing down, I see the soaked bedsheet and the faint splashes of slick on the floor.

Strangely, seeing it all laid out like this… makes me feel no different from Su-a in the video.

But before that thought goes further, I tightly grab Woojin’s wrist.

“Don’t stop me.”

“Just… pause. Let’s… do something else…”

“Something else… Oh, that.”

“……Eh?”

But.

Woojin misunderstands.

He pulls his fingers out—

only to…

shift slightly.

“Huu…”

“….”

My already pounding heart

now feels ready to explode.

“Try relaxing a bit more.”

Every time Woojin’s drunkenly soft voice reaches me—

Whenever his arms tightening around my thighs—

—the heat pressing against my entrance,

bare…

slides in.

Little.

By little.

Filling me up.