episode_0438

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The term “incomplete combustion” seems fitting.

Ending with nothing but half-hearted pleasure, unable to reach climax—there were far too many dissatisfactions.

The discomfort of my body cooling down slowly, unresolved.

Or how everything touching my skin, especially the shameful parts, felt more irritating than usual.

Not to mention the fact that my sexual desire remained completely unfulfilled.

…And if I had to add one more thing—

That pervert kept coming to mind.

I hated it.

All of it.

Still, logically, I knew the solution.

Instead of doing this, if I just reached out to Seo Woojin first, it’d be resolved easily.

Not in a roundabout way like earlier—”I have time tonight”—but…

More blatantly.

Saying something like… I want it.

There’s no way he wouldn’t understand.

…Hell, Woojin himself even said it outright before.

That he wouldn’t mind dying from overexertion… if it was with me.

So if I made the first move with a lewd proposal, he’d definitely be thrilled.

But the reason I couldn’t bring myself to do it—

Obviously—

“……”

—was because then, I’d have no excuse left.

Plain and simple, it’d mean I was cheating with my friend’s boyfriend.

All this time, I’ve been parroting lies like “Thanks to you, Woojin, I’ve gotten closer to Baek Jiho,” even though that pervert had probably already caught on.

But the moment I sought Woojin out—with Jiho right beside me—

It’d be over.

…Even if I had slept with Baek Jiho for real.

It’d be admitting that sex with Woojin—not my boyfriend—felt better.

“……Annoying.”

So all I could do was rub my fingers over the spots that ached unbearably.

Mentally cursing Woojin,

insulting him,

beating him up in my head.

…And yet, despite treating him worse than dirt—

That uselessly satisfying jerk.

The same one who, just yesterday, pinned me down and wrecked my womb so violently.

The same one I’d been stupidly fantasizing about all this time.

“…. …Hng.”

…Of course, my actual boyfriend, Baek Jiho, was in the next room.

But if I tried seducing him, he’d just reject me like at the pension.

Besides…

…To be honest.

I didn’t think Jiho could satisfy me.

So like this… …Imagining it while touching myself felt better.

Helplessly.

“…Damn it, ah…!”

Really.

Helplessly.

438

…The scratches Baek Seoyeon left from biting me during sex had mostly healed by now.

Baek Jiho and Seol Dabin, reunited after so long—what kind of conversation did those two have?

After sending Seoyeon home late, at 8:30 PM, I brewed coffee while imagining what the two might be doing now.

A single message from Dabin earlier this morning.

That was the only scrap of information I had, but it was just the right size to embellish freely.

Carrying the cup of warm capsule coffee to my desk, I leaned back in my chair and let my imagination run wild.

“I was too busy to meet yesterday, but I might have time tonight.”

Was she just making excuses because she wanted to have sex with me?

Well, at best, that was just wishful thinking.

But even if reality was different, staying positive was better than dwelling on negativity.

Especially given Dabin’s recent reactions, it wasn’t entirely baseless.

Sure, she still refused to go raw or even kiss,

but when it came to sex itself, her barriers had lowered significantly, hadn’t they?

Lately, even though we went through one or two extra boxes of condoms, she didn’t complain.

And when I started getting rougher, she just followed my lead without resistance.

Adding up all these little things, even if she didn’t like me, she seemed to enjoy the act itself.

And for that kind of sex—

She needed me.

Something she could never do with her current boyfriend.

She must’ve realized that, even if subconsciously.

Downing a few sips of caffeine alongside my hopeful speculations, I roughly sketched out a plan.

Even if it was crude, having some blueprint was better than nothing.

And the result—

“…Judging by today’s texts, maybe I should just lay low for a few days.”

Simple, but not a bad idea.

Honestly, it was less of a plan and more of a resolution.

Glancing at the calendar, I muttered to myself.

“Let’s leave it for about a week.”

Early-mid October had already passed, and a week from now—

Midterms would be starting.

A natural time to avoid meeting.

“……Hmm.”

Then, in the meantime…

“…Hayoon, you seem in an especially good mood today?”

“Huh? Do I?”

Tap, tap, tap—the light sound of her feet on the treadmill.

From the machine next to hers, I took a sip of cold water and remarked,

“The girl who’s always whining—”I’m tired~ Dabin, how much longer~ Let’s take a 10-minute break~”—is humming today. Of course I’d notice.”

“W-Was I really humming?”

“Yeah. That old cartoon theme song, what was it?”

“Uwaah… So embarrassing…”

“Come down already. Here, take a towel.”

“Thanks…”

Lunch break was soon, and yet she was still running—how many kilometers was she planning to burn?

Tossing her own towel at her sweat-drenched face, I casually covered my left ear with my hand.

As usual around this time, the guys on the other side were grunting and shouting while testing their strength.

“4 tons! 5 tons!”—cheering like idiots.

…Honestly, it was impressive the floor hadn’t collapsed yet.

And also just plain stupid.

Pulling my gaze away, I adjusted my gym jacket over my tank top.

The sweat had cooled, leaving a sticky discomfort—I wanted to shower soon.

So as I got up from the machine, I muttered,

“Anyway, something good happen today?”

“Good…? I dunno? Feels the same as usual…”

“Everyone else would’ve said the same thing if they saw you. They’ve all left to shower for lunch, though.”

“Really…? But nothing special happened. At most… Hmm…”

“At most what? You eating something good for lunch?”

“…N-No, um… Lean in a sec…”

Lean in?

Was it really that secretive? But I obliged, bending my knees slightly as Hayoon tiptoed up.

Then, in a whisper only I could hear—

“…Not lunch, but… dinner…”

“……”

“…Woojin and I… planned to go all out tonight…”

“……”

The guys were still yelling like idiots in the background, but—

I could guess why she was whispering this of all things.

“……”

“……”

I stared at her with mixed feelings, but my stiff expression must’ve been misinterpreted.

Hayoon, her ears red, started rambling excuses—

This time, louder than before.

“I-It’s just! Lately, um… We’ve been… holding back…?”

“You just started dating. Of course you should.”

“Even considering that, it’s… a lot…”

“…Haaa. How much have you been doing…?”

“……”

“And what do you mean holding back? Didn’t you see him last weekend? We literally ran into each other. No way you were with Jiyoon the whole time.”

“Th-That time, we just hung out as a group and left… We didn’t do anything…!”

I already knew.

Woojin had mentioned before that he’d gone at it all day with Hayoon to the point of feeling guilty.

So this “holding back” thing was probably…

Just an excuse he made to meet me.

That way, he could save his cum for me instead of Hayoon.

I also knew why Woojin had only hung out with Hayoon that weekend before leaving.

That damn pervert—he’d been with me from noon till sunset. No way he had any energy left.

…And I was the woman he really wanted to fuck senseless.

Of course he’d have drained himself completely every time he came.

The condoms hanging off his dick had been heavy.

No way he’d have had the stamina to see his girlfriend after that.

But these were all secrets I’d take to the grave.

So all I could think was—At least I won’t be called out tonight, thanks to Hayoon—and played dumb.

“…Well, have fun with Woojin tonight.”

“Ehehe…”

“……”

“……”

“…L-Let’s just go shower. The others probably already finished shampooing.”

A tiny,

meaningless mistake.

“You were with him all day yesterday and didn’t tell me?… Last time, the three of us did it together… Cosplay sex… Uuuh…”

“Lower your voice, Yozora. …And Woojin told you? That he was with me?”

“Puhah… Yeah. Who else would’ve told me?”

“…Did he bring it up, or did you ask?”

“I kept messaging him to hang out. He said he was busy… with you.”

“…Haa. Why’s he saying unnecessary stuff?”

Couldn’t he have just said he was alone?

But then Yozora would’ve barged in, so maybe he had no choice.

…Still, at least he didn’t invite her. That was something.

I preferred it just the two of us, like yesterday—

Taking our time, bodies tangled together, breathing each other in.

The cheesy “I love you” lines were cringe, but… not entirely unpleasant.

Well.

Maybe that’s why.

“Huh? Got a text.”

“Me too…”

Even as Yozora, mid-bite into her omelet rice, muttered that—

Even as Sua, after checking her phone, smirked at me with a sly grin—

Even as Han Sua, with a smile unbefitting her looks, giggled like an innocent girl—

I didn’t care.

“…Stop checking your phone during lunch.”

“You didn’t get one?”

“What’s it to you?”

That pervert—

Loved my body the most.

Even in the middle of fucking Seol Dabin—

He still called me out separately.

…And went all out.

Because he loved it.

Nothing else mattered.