episode_0424

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Until I heard my phone vibrate, I hadn’t given it much thought.

If it was an urgent call, I could just handle it quickly. Even if it wasn’t, I could take a short break to drink some water during the call and then continue.

I still didn’t think much of it even when Seo Woo-jin brought it over—my phone.

If someone was calling, it’d probably be a friend, Baek Ji-ho, my parents, or maybe a senior from the office. If not, well, I figured it was just a spam call.

The moment I started overthinking was right after.

When Woo-jin’s gaze locked onto my phone screen.

When he just held my phone instead of handing it to me.

When his thumb, which had been still, brushed over the display.

By the time I urgently blurted out, it was already too late.

—Hello? Da-bin?

As if to remind me this was real, a timer reading 00:01 floated on the phone screen.

—Ah. Hello? Can you hear me?

“…….”

Even as a joke, this is a bit much.

I wanted to grab Woo-jin by the collar and shake him senseless right then, but more than that, I had to get through this call naturally first.

If I made even a single strange sound…, …it’d be over immediately.

Handing the phone back to me with a smug grin—like he was enjoying this—I pressed my bare foot against his stomach to keep him from moving and answered the call.

…What do I do? Given the situation, I should probably wrap this up as quickly as possible and hang up.

But why would Baek Ji-ho call me out of the blue…?

“…S-sorry. I was in the middle of something.”

—Oh, really? You’re at home now, right? What were you doing? Or are you meeting a friend?

“…….”

What was I doing?

It’s the kind of question you’d ask casually, but hearing it in this situation made my mind go blank.

To make matters worse, Woo-jin—as if eavesdropping—playfully tensed his waist, and I wanted to smack him upside the head right then and there.

Once this call is over, I swear I’ll get back at this bastard a hundred times over.

Steeling myself, I kept my foot pressed against Woo-jin’s stomach and answered.

“J-just lounging around. I finished all my training.”

—Ah, now that you mention it, summer break’s almost over. It’s late August already.

“You said you were learning all sorts of things at work—how’s that going?”

—Hmm…, alright? Not bad, but I guess you could say it’s tiring. That’s why I called. Just wanted to hear your voice.

“Aha….”

…Just wanted to hear your voice, huh?

He’s not usually the type to say something so cringey.

But I get it—we haven’t seen each other much lately.

Even my parents, whom I see all the time now—if I ever moved out, wouldn’t I miss them too?

Besides, maybe this could be a chance to fix that awkwardness between us.

In many ways, a good sign.

So I relaxed my stiff expression and tried to keep the conversation going.

“…?! …Hey, you crazy—… …Ngh…….”

…Had I known Woo-jin would pull away at the same time.

Had I known he’d take advantage of my confusion to shift positions.

Had I known he’d move right next to me,

…and slide his thick fingers—nothing like mine—

right into my soaked pussy,

still wet from earlier.

I would’ve been a lot more tense.

—Huh? That was too quiet—did you say something?

“N-no no, just, uh… …Ah, a bug. There’s a bug in my room….”

I tried to clamp my thighs shut, but it was a futile effort.

The gap between them was more than enough for a man’s large hand to slip through.

And every time Woo-jin moved his fingers, the motion traveled straight up my tightly pressed thighs—blatantly, unmistakably.

It was… well.

Yeah, this really isn’t it.

So, Plan B. In this position, my fist could reach him easily, so I tapped his shoulder repeatedly as a signal to stop—but of course, he didn’t obediently pull his fingers out.

At this point, I’m tempted to just punch him for real… but that’d cause another problem. If Woo-jin let out a pained groan,

and it got picked up by the mic, reaching Baek Ji-ho’s ears—

that’d be an absolute disaster.

No way he’d think this far ahead just to mess with me like this.

Stifling moans as Woo-jin teased my entrance, I stayed quiet for a while, fuming.

Eventually, I bit my lip and turned away from him.

If anything, it was a surrender.

The one small mercy was that he wasn’t going all out.

It’s ridiculous that I’m even grateful for something like this, but…

Right now, unfortunately, Woo-jin holds all the power.

He’s only keeping the stimulation light—he doesn’t want to get caught either—so it’s probably just a prank because I’m on the phone with my boyfriend.

But I don’t like it.

Once this call’s over, I’ll pay him back a hundredfold.

Glaring sharply at Woo-jin’s soft smile beside me, I struggled to suppress my moans and spoke.

“It’s just a moth, no big deal… Hah… Don’t worry about it….”

—You hated bugs as a kid. Guess some things never change.

“They’re gross… Feels weird…, ngh….”

—Really? Feels weird?

At first, it was just one finger, but maybe he thought I could handle more now.

Seeing me deliberately avoid his gaze, he calmly added his ring finger, still smiling.

I must’ve been really wet—I could even hear the faint sound of his fingers sliding in.

…No way I got this wet from just this situation.

It’s probably leftover slick from earlier when we practiced with the “dildo.”

And the tingling pleasure building in my lower abdomen, like embers catching fire—

must be the aftereffects.

—Anyway, it’s nice hearing your voice. Out here, all I hear are old men’s dialects and middle-aged women’s voices… Oh, did I tell you where I am?

“You did. The ahjumma told me too… ngh… told me… I think it was… Paju…?”

But that’s as far as I got.

Just embers.

The awareness that I’m doing something lewd with Woo-jin is making my head float, sure.

But it’s nowhere near enough to push me over the edge.

Not even close.

It’s like lightly flicking your nipples over your pajamas when you’re half-asleep and vaguely horny.

The way Woo-jin’s slowly rubbing my walls now—it might be enough to feel lewd, but it’s nowhere near enough for actual pleasure.

And compared to when we actually…,

…did that embarrassing thing that felt really good…

It’s night and day.

At least I can mostly hold back my moans.

“…….”

But unrelated to that.

I’m getting… a little.

Frustrated.

—Right, Paju. I’m working at a construction site here now…

“…Hah… ……Ngh….”

…If he’d just ram that monstrous thing inside me like before, scraping every inch, it’d feel so good.

The way his cock dragged against every part of my walls when he pulled out.

The way he ignored my protests and pounded into me like an animal, wrecking that precious place.

It felt so good.

If I hang up now, can we do it right away?

Listening to him, it doesn’t even sound like an important call anyw──

—Da-bin? You okay?

“…Huh, wha?”

—You were breathing kinda heavy, so I asked. …You said you were just lounging at home—were you exercising or something?

…Was I?

I thought I kept my moans under control, but I guess my floating mind missed a few.

That was close. I’ll have to be more careful from now on.

Just as I resolved to pile on more flimsy lies—

—Da-bin?

“…….”

“…….”

Woo-jin, who’d been messing around beside me, shifted positions again.

He got off the bed, took a few steps, then climbed back on.

Prying my knees apart with his slick fingers—still wet from earlier—

he settled between them.

—Da-bin, are you listening…

“…I-I am… …Keep talking.”

—What? Were you exercising?

“…Just some… half-assed yoga….”

The standard missionary position.

…Right in front of my spread pussy.

—Ah, that explains it. Those strained moans.

“…….”

That massive condom stretched tight over his fully erect cock, pressing against my lower stomach—all the way up to my navel.

My tiny feet, trying to push him away—he can’t, Ji-ho’s listening—were easily pinned down by his hands on my thighs.

Even if I crossed my fingers, my palms in an X,

even if I shook my head side to side,

…it didn’t matter.

He wasn’t looking.

“……Ngh, …ah. …Hih…♡”

—Da-bin?

“My, my leg muscles… cramped… ngh….”

He forced them open.

Past where my fingers could barely reach.

Past where his fingers had been.

Past where I’d lowered my hips to take him in before.

…And further.

“……, …No. Stop… …It won’t fit… anymore….”

If it goes any deeper.

It’ll break.

“Hah…, hah…! …Ha, ……ah….”

“…….”

“…Don’t… move. If you move without my permission… …I won’t do this anymore….”

“…….”

“If you want to keep fucking me…, …just stay quiet and hold still for a bit….”

At least he had the decency to stretch his arm and toss the phone far away before going all out.

So Ji-ho probably didn’t hear.

But I can’t keep handling things this way.

The biggest flaw in this method is that I can’t talk.

So I think…, …I need to wrap up this conversation as fast as possible.

Having made up my mind, I reached for the phone I’d thrown aside and spoke.

“…Hey, Ji-ho.”

—…Huh, yeah?

“Sorry, but can you call me back later? …It’s hard to talk while exercising.”

—……

“You hear me?”

—Oh, yeah. Sure. Later… Um, 5? Around then okay?

“…Yeah. That should work. 5.”

Four hours from now.

No way this guy’s going to keep teasing me until then.

…Back when he came to me for advice, he said he and Ha-yoon had sex all day on weekends.

But he was probably exaggerating.

I’m sure.

“Then I’ll talk to you then. …Uh, good luck…?”

—…Yeah. You too.

After hurriedly hanging up, I set the phone down by the pillow, the call log with Ji-ho still on display.

“Shii…, what if he heard—…Hihk, hhk……?”

“…Huu….”

“…J-just…, just a sec……, too fast….…….”

…Well,

Dropped is more accurate.

“Boy, why’re ye so late?”

“…Sorry.”

“Food’s gone cold. Thought ye fell in the shitter, we did.”

“Sorry. Sorry.”

“So, what kept ye? Ye takin’ a secret wank in the shitter? Hahah….”

“……Sorry.”

“Oi. Jokin’, I’m jokin’. Yer a spry lad in yer 20s, but this ol’ man’s been limp for ten damn years….”

“…….”