episode_0490

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A very, very long time ago, I remembered the day Baek Seo-yeon and I had shared a beer, just the two of us.

I think it was a somewhat special day.

So, roughly speaking, Baek Seo-yeon had made the suggestion first.

She said she wanted the rumor that we were close to reach Yoo Si-woo’s ears.

To everyone else, we could just say she was helping me pick out a gift for my girlfriend… offering a plausible excuse like that.

And then, as if by sheer coincidence, we ran into Yoo Si-woo, who had been stalking me.

My memory might be hazy since it was so long ago, but either way, it must’ve been the first day I ever messed with Yoo Si-woo.

After that, I took Baek Seo-yeon to the subway station…

Ah, right. After some leading questions, I even heard Baek Seo-yeon say, “Thank you for having sex with me,” for the first time.

She never thanked me when I helped her with her usual heat, but that day, she was grateful just for driving Yoo Si-woo away.

Another thing I remembered was giving her the decoy gift I had bought.

Since I’d bought it according to her taste anyway, I figured it’d be fine to just give it to her.

The reason we drank together, just the two of us, was also to get under Yoo Si-woo’s skin.

We’d already shown that bastard us hanging out together, so if we reeked of alcohol the next day, he’d definitely be seething alone, right?

…Pfft. Back then, I really thought Baek Seo-yeon was pretty sharp.

And so, somehow, Baek Seo-yeon and I ended up having a drinking session together.

Though I was lucky enough to have money, and Baek Seo-yeon had the formidable backing of Most Wanted, the place we chose was pitifully shabby.

Just a convenience store you’d see anywhere while walking down the street.

One of those with a few rickety tables set up outside.

We cracked open beer cans—their only merit being that they were cold—and exchanged dull conversation.

Two cans of beer.

Each of us had exactly two cans.

“…….”

So, unlike back then, even now, after just one can…

It wouldn’t be strange if I were a little drunk.

…Back then, didn’t Baek Seo-yeon get completely wasted before even finishing her second can, babbling nothing but cute nonsense?

Like marveling at how big my hands were.

Or asking who felt the best during sex.

Things that were clearly the words of someone blackout drunk—

A far cry from the usual Baek Seo-yeon.

“…What are you doing? You’re asking for it again, aren’t you? You idiot.”

“…Ah, yeah.”

But right now,

She wasn’t that drunk,

Was she?

She might not be completely sober,

But she wasn’t so far gone that she’d keep making serious verbal slips like that.

Giving my creaky brain a brief spin, I slowly approached Baek Seo-yeon, who had already flopped face-down on the sofa.

“I don’t care when we do it. …Just go ahead when you’re ready.”

Since it was a sofa and not a bed, the space to climb on was cramped, making it hard to mount her haphazardly.

But it wasn’t like there was no room at all.

Pressing closer than usual, even compared to when we did it on the bed, I draped my fully engorged cock over her ass.

Just that alone made me instinctively reach for the plush flesh of Baek Seo-yeon’s ass as it yielded under the weight—

…But first, lower.

Clenching my fist against the sofa for support, I spoke.

“…Spread your legs. Just a little.”

“…….”

I could at least lift her hips a bit.

So, sliding my forearm beneath Baek Seo-yeon’s lower stomach, I hoisted her up, and she began squirming to adjust her position.

Different from when she had first lain face-down on the sofa—

Not completely prone, but with her hips slightly raised.

I pried open her glistening slit with my fingers.

The inside, flushed a pretty pink, was still drenched in her juices.

Even her clit was still swollen red, looking as if she had been fingering herself just ten seconds ago.

At this point, it didn’t seem like I needed to loosen her up any further.

“…….”

When she had asked for deep thrusts and praised me,

Had she really enjoyed it that much?

Lost in pointless thoughts—

“…Hah.”

I exhaled sharply and shifted my position completely.

…Pinning Baek Seo-yeon’s body beneath me, crushing her from above.

Literally, as if she were being raped by an animal.

My hands braced near her shoulders and armpits.

Extremely close.

“Relax.”

Still tingling from my recent orgasm,

I pressed the tip of my cock against her dripping entrance—

Push.

Push.

—grinding against it before quietly commanding her.

Then, without a word, I pressed down on her body as she hugged a pillow.

“…Ngh…, …Hah….”

Shallow.

Slow.

As usual, I pushed in bare, then pulled out.

Baek Seo-yeon’s hips, floating up as if in pleasure,

I pushed them back down.

Little by little,

…Little by little.

…Little by little.

Little by little.

Seo Woo-jin’s cock burrows deeper inside me.

To make me feel good.

To milk out his cum with the tight clench of my walls.

And,

…To heal me.

The frantic pounding in my chest, racing since long ago, is now out of my mind.

“…Hah…, Hhk….”

The awkwardness of sex is long past, but I still can’t get used to this pressure.

Whether it’s my lower stomach or that precious place inside.

He’s too busy stimulating me without a care for how I feel—

Wouldn’t it be weirder if I did get used to this?

“Ngh…, Uh…, …Nngh….”

Seo Woo-jin’s cock slowly reaches the deepest part.

Even then, he leisurely rubs against the inner walls,

Only pulling out when my legs start trembling.

Lost in the sensation, I unconsciously arch my hips,

But he just pounds into me like I’m nothing but a fleshlight, telling me to shut up and take it.

With Seo Woo-jin bent low over me, my face is buried in the pillow,

Breathing in the scent of his cum as my hips jerk helplessly.

Even after months, I haven’t gotten used to a single part of this.

…I think I probably never will.

But even so, what I keep wanting to grasp is,

Of course—

“…Hih, Ngh….”

Seo Woo-jin’s attention.

Seo Woo-jin’s…, …favor.

Just that much.

I know my place—I don’t expect anything grand.

I just want a little of that man’s attention.

…And, by extension, a little of his favor.

To be close enough to see him often.

Just one step further from that.

To be in a relationship where we can call each other when we’re horny.

If I could have just that,

I’d be satisfied.

It’s not like it’s anything huge, right?

“Ah…, …Hngk…….”

I just want to share mundane daily conversations with Seo Woo-jin whenever.

To occasionally split a beer and complain about things that pissed me off.

To tell him, “Your first impression was total trash,” recycling that meaningless banter a few times.

…I just want an ordinary friendship.

To keep my one-sided crush to myself in that state.

That’s not some great sin, is it?

It’s not like I’m hurting anyone.

At most, it’s just me suffering alone.

And at worst…,

…Would it cause discord between us?

All I do is slyly hover around.

The real sinners are others.

Like Seo Woo-jin, who’s eyeing Seol Da-bin.

…Or Yozora, who deceived an innocent girl into becoming addicted to sex, all while enjoying herself.

I’m,

Less evil.

“…Huu…, Baek Seo-yeon.”

“…Huh?”

“That thing you asked me to praise you for earlier…, …keep going?”

“……Well. …Only when you feel like it….”

In the middle of it all, Seo Woo-jin asked a trivial question, so I answered vaguely while hugging the pillow.

I’d already gotten my fill of wanting his praise earlier.

So this time, something else.

Something I couldn’t normally ask for.

For example,

This.

“Instead…, …there’s something I want to try….”

“What?”

“…Lover’s, sex….”

“…Lover’s sex?”

“…I mean, if you’re going to ask while slowly dragging your cock against my walls…, Ngh…. Never mind, forget it….”

After uttering such an explicit word—

…Well, I’d already laid bare all my preferences anyway.

Bolder than usual.

With feigned nonchalance,

I added a reason.

“I’ll have a boyfriend someday, too. …I just want to try it in advance.”

“Is there a need for that?”

There isn’t.

No matter how vast the world is, what idiot would ask a close male friend to try “lover’s sex” with them?

…Only in novels, manga,

Or when you lack the courage to confess outright would you make such an excuse.

But with something like this,

You can just dodge the answer and be done with it.

Ignoring it and bringing up something from months ago—

“A debt. …You owe me one, don’t you?”

“A debt? Me?”

“You said it was fine to treat me like Yozora…, after you fucked me like that last time….”

“…Ah, about a month ago. That.”

“…Anyway.”

“Now that you mention it…, I guess so….”

“So…, …Ngh?! S-So…, you…, bad….”

Instead of nitpicking, Seo Woo-jin let out a short groan and started moving his hips.

Thud.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Even as we talked about “lover’s sex,”

In reality, he was fucking this horny bitch beneath him like a rapist.

“Lover’s sex. Sure. …How do you want it?”

“…Hah, Ngh…, I mean, like….”

But this time, as if telling me to speak freely, Seo Woo-jin pulled out entirely before asking.

Even that short stroke had me teetering on the edge, so with the pillow clutched to my chest, I gasped out my request.

“…Say you like me…, or love me….”

“…….”

“I want to hear those words…, …while we do it.”

To a man who already has a proper girlfriend.

A woman who’s only been having business sex with him for the sake of “heat relief.”