episode_0423

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The ending would’ve been the same anyway.

I would’ve given in to the threat of Baek Jiho finding out and surrendered my body.

If that had happened,

it wouldn’t have been Seo Woojin being treated like a dildo.

…It would’ve been me being treated like a fleshlight.

Convenient excuses.

Burying the real reason—that sex felt good—deep, deep down.

I climb onto Woojin’s waist as he lies beneath me, slowly.

Continuing the bad deed.

“……Hah….”

I’d rather suppress my reactions as much as possible, but of course, it never goes as planned.

As if to say a girl’s body can’t be helped, every time his cock slides through my soaked folds, electricity races to every corner of my being.

It might be similar to torture, albeit in a slightly different form.

Especially in how hard it is to hold back my voice.

This is all Woojin’s fault for being unnecessarily big. If he were just a little smaller than this, it would’ve been so much better….

…No. I take that back.

The fact that I’m even thinking about how it could feel better—what kind of idiocy is this?

Besides, if we’re purely talking about pleasure….

…No, no.

Woojin is just my flesh dildo.

A test subject for practice, to figure out how to please Baek Jiho later.

Having barely swallowed half of the dildo, I stare blankly at it before gulping and lowering my waist further.

“…Haa…, hah….”

The first pleasurable weakness Woojin taught me.

As I stimulate it myself, I unknowingly bite my lower lip.

Not like it helps me hold back my moans.

If anything, it just makes it obvious I’m trying to hold back.

Because my body won’t listen.

The only saving grace is that rubbing this spot isn’t as sensitive as when I climax… like a premature ejaculator.

When I first had sex here about a month ago, I was so lost in the sensation that I didn’t even notice my bra strap slipping off, just kept shaking my hips.

At least I’ve gotten less embarrassing.

And even though I’d only ever gotten off with my clit and nipples my whole life, now it’s undeniably inside.

The fact that I’m feeling it with my friend’s boyfriend’s dick is so mortifying I could die, but Woojin wouldn’t notice—he’s an outsider.

So if I just squeeze out his cum… two, maybe three times, it’ll end without incident…… or so.

I can pretend to be rational and spout nonsense like this, but—

“I’ll… take it slow….”

“Go ahead.”

It’s still fresh in my mind.

Earlier, when Woojin was pounding into me from behind like an animal.

…It was absurd.

So absurd.

Engraved in my memory.

How good it felt.

“Hng……, …ah, …ah….”

Back then, Woojin’s lower stomach and pelvis kept slamming into my ass.

In other words, he was thrusting all the way to the hilt.

Even now, with him not fully sheathed, it’s already overwhelming—that grotesque, monstrous length, mercilessly.

Woojin’s cock has already reached that sweet spot, but there’s still about two fingers’ worth of length left.

…My stomach already feels full—is there even space to take more?

Unless he’s literally pressing against my cervix, it’d be impossible.

Then, that time Woojin violated me and my mind went blank….

Floating in a daze, too busy panting and moaning to even tell him to stop….

I wasn’t lowering my hips to test the depth—just moving shallowly, within familiar territory.

“Tired already?”

Woojin, who’d been lying still as promised, asks with a bored, tired expression.

“…No, I’ve never been tired.”

“You haven’t moved for a while, so I wondered.”

“…I have been moving. The whole time.”

“If you say so.”

“….”

Wrong. I was moving. Just very, very carefully.

And the reason Woojin’s asking is that he wants to take over like before.

Compared to earlier, my movements now… must be frustrating from a guy’s perspective.

But I have no intention of handing him the reins.

Even if it’s the same sex, moving on my own feels less guilty—that’s reason one.

Reason two is… well….

…That guy.

He’d definitely use methods Baek Jiho couldn’t to make me feel good.

And I don’t quite like that.

“If it’s too much, just say so…. Stay, hah… stay still….”

But as a human, I can’t just ignore complaints.

Adjusting my posture slightly, I place my hands on Woojin’s body and start rocking my hips with wet, rhythmic slaps.

The kind of sound you’d get from gently kneading a big jelly—that’s the image.

The sensation of taking Woojin to the root is unfamiliar, but a few centimeters shy of that is already well-trodden ground.

Even when I lost my virginity, that much was fine, and the past month of solo dildo practice at home never went deeper than that.

So this time, I moved within that familiar range.

And after about 10 minutes of that.

I came. Perfectly ordinarily.

“Haa…. Haa….”

Earlier, when I was on top of Woojin, he pulled my waist down and thrust up into me.

Over and over, his glans pressing against that strange spot deep inside before pulling out.

…Embarrassingly, I came in his arms, burying my face in his chest.

Woojin must’ve enjoyed it too—

Whispering filthy things into my ear like exhaling breath.

Hearing it all.

Even as he held my hips down so I couldn’t pull away, I obediently stayed.

Climaxing for a long time.

Held in his arms, listening to each other’s pounding hearts.

But this time, it was perfectly ordinary.

And because of that, it felt lacking.

It still felt good, but earlier… was just…

Too good.

“Ah…, …haa…. Nngh….”

“…….”

Surprisingly, Woojin stayed silent the whole time.

Like our first time. And just now.

Even though he’s supposed to be a dildo, he moved however he wanted.

…Well, it’s a relief he’s playing his role properly, but…

For a pervert like him, I expected him to break his promise again.

He’s been still since earlier, just clenching around me—he must’ve noticed my state by now.

Is he really going to stay still this time?

For a moment, I feel like I’m watching a delinquent suddenly start studying for college entrance exams.

Lost in the afterglow, I lift my hips, about to say, Let me rest a bit, then we’ll continue—

And we’ll need to change the condom anyway….

“……?”

…Huh?

I just felt it… earlier.

Why is it… this time…?

“…Why is it still fine?”

“What is? …The condom?”

As I sit on Woojin’s thigh and ask, he props himself up slightly, catching his breath as our eyes meet.

His glistening cock, slick with my fluids, taps against my lower stomach, but…

…I just glance at it once before continuing.

“……Yeah. The condom.”

“Because you were just lazily squirming on top.”

“…Hah?”

“Am I wrong?”

What is he even saying? Lazily squirming?

Sure, you’ve got way more experience than me, so I won’t argue, but honestly… wasn’t I pretty good this time?

Frowning slightly, I glare at Woojin.

If it’d been as clumsy as my first time, I’d accept the criticism without protest.

But after a month of… well, anyway.

I’ve used the dildo on the floor.

Pressed against the wall.

Lying on the bed, working it with my hand.

And even with all that practice, it was still that bad?

“…My boyfriend said it felt good. …Was it really that mediocre?”

“Did you do it like this with him too?”

“…I don’t know any other way, so yeah.”

“Hmm… Maybe because your boyfriend was inexperienced until recently.”

“…….”

Of course, Baek Jiho never said it felt good.

In porn… the girls on top move like this, so I just copied that vaguely.

But I can’t admit that now, so I’m scrambling for excuses in my head when—

“Lie down.”

“Huh?”

“Here. Lie down.”

Woojin taps the spot next to him, alternating between looking at me and the bedsheet.

“As a guy, telling you do this, do that won’t make sense to you. It’s better if I show you what guys like.”

“…….”

Sophistry…? No.

It makes sense.

If I told Woojin my shoulders hurt from my chest size, would he get it?

Same with period cramps. He might kinda understand, but not really.

So him offering to demonstrate is… somewhat convincing.

“…….”

…But more than that.

Isn’t this just because he wants to fuck me?

Pinning me down, pressing my pale thighs apart.

Pounding into me until the slaps echo.

Like when he took me from behind earlier.

Ramming that rock-hard cock in roughly.

…And unloading a massive amount of cum.

That’s what he wants, isn’t it?

Not that it wouldn’t feel good.

“You don’t want to?”

“…….”

I’m sure of it.

This guy has a girlfriend like Hayun, yet sleeps around like a total pervert.

He’s just making up excuses to fuck me comfortably.

Stuck playing dildo because of my amateur skills… must’ve left him frustrated…? Or something.

But regardless, his offer does sound plausible.

The reason I’m maintaining this absurd relationship with him is 99.9% because we’re both holding nuclear launch codes over each other.

But there is a purpose, right?

…To learn what men like.

For my boyfriend.

Right. This is for my boyfriend.

Just studying to please Baek Jiho.

And if I get tired, Woojin will just…

Ram that monstrosity into me anyway.

“…….”

If I’m acting like this because the sex earlier felt too good.

That’s not it.

“Move. It’s cramped.”

“…You’re more obedient than I thought. I figured you’d scowl and refuse.”

“Shut up.”

Flipping him off, I lie back on his bed.

– Bzzzt. Bzzzt….

“……?”

…Huh?

Right after his swollen glans forces my tight entrance open.

An unexpected phone vibration rings out.

Woojin reaches for it—it’s mine.

…Baek Jiho’s name flashes on the screen.

“…Wait, just put it down for now—”

“Hello? Daebin?”

He answers without my permission.

Without a second thought.