episode_0497

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Lately, we’d been having the same kind of sex over and over.

While slowly inserting myself into Seol Da-bin’s daily life, I had to bother with using condoms every single time.

Living with compromises to accommodate Seol Da-bin meant stress had been piling up.

Baek Seo-yeon, you were the one who seduced me.

Trying to show your honest self, only to teeter on the edge and cut things off.

If I were to list excuses for this overflowing lust—enough to make me forget exhaustion—there’d be no end.

Baek Seo-yeon. Everything happened because of you.

But this time.

Not Baek Seo-yeon, who became that kind of trigger,

but Yozora.

“Ngh… Hhhu…”

A cock dirtied from enjoying creampie sex with a frustrating liar.

This time, that thing—ruined not just by semen but another woman’s fluids—

goes into Yozora.

I press it into the mouth of the well-behaved little devil kneeling before me.

Her gaze lifts to meet mine, as if proud of being reduced to nothing more than a cum dump. …I relish that look—so very her.

Unlike earlier, when Baek Seo-yeon clumsily tried to please me.

I let her skillful tongue work be fully felt.

Even as she swallows this bitter, fishy mess, that playful smirk—as if she were sucking on candy—reaches me completely.

Into that small, hot mouth where teeth occasionally graze.

Until my brain melts.

“Blegh… Hah. My jaw hurts…”

…Normally, she’s just a talkative Japanese girl.

But the way she transforms in front of me—like something straight out of the fantasies of boys in our class—is amusing.

So, if it were up to me, I’d grab that tiny head and thrust deep, deep into her throat, cutting off Yozora’s breath.

Whether she coughs and struggles for air or not,

whether those clear eyes glaze over or not,

I wouldn’t pull out until I was satisfied.

The semen that had been smeared all over would be gone without a trace.

Though I do want to see my cock coated in nothing but her clear drool.

“…I’ll borrow some mouthwash. That okay?” “…Use it or don’t…”

That’s something we do normally.

But today, there’s another event.

This time, I let Yozora take care of everything, then stroke her damp black hair in praise, as if to say it felt good.

“Maybe it’s because the sweat’s cooled off, but I’m starting to feel chilly too.” “Right? Earlier, you said it was hot and wanted to turn off the heater—I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.” “It was hot back then… Anyway, I’ll grab some water and head in. You go ahead.”

Seems Yozora’s already caught on, more or less.

Was it when she came out of the shower alone earlier?

At the very least, she’d definitely been suspicious before that.

Add to that how I kept referring to it as “lover sex,” only for her to repeatedly correct it to “pregnancy.”

Or how she asked why I’d made such a weird demand when I usually call it “business” with Baek Seo-yeon.

String these things together, and the answer is simple.

Her and me.

Our goals are the same.

“……She’s insane. That one, too.”

Unmasking her.

To put it plainly, that’s the plan.

I let the story—a secret only Baek Seo-yeon knows—dissolve on my tongue, then wash it down with a mug of cold water.

…Well.

Not like that’ll calm this pounding heart, though.

“Huu…”

Normally, she’s curt and always quick to snipe at me over whatever’s got her annoyed.

But during sex, she’s a woman with a mountain of desires.

…I want to have sex like lovers.

I want to be buried in cringey words like I like you, I love you while we fuck.

I want to be covered in kisses while we fuck.

Even as she makes absurd demands,

she stubbornly maintains this fuck-buddy relationship—

a woman whose identity is being frustrating.

If only she weren’t my type,

but her looks are pointlessly attractive,

so rather than let other men eye her,

I’d rather keep her tightly in my grasp.

Because I want to sear into my eyes the moment this woman finally admits defeat and crumbles.

I toss the empty mug haphazardly into the sink.

Then head to the bathroom.

“Ptoo, ptoo… Hey, what flavor is this mouthwash?” “Flavor…? You judge mouthwash by taste?” “Hmm~ Well, less ‘taste’ and more like… it vaguely feels like alcohol?” “…That’s just how it is. First time using Listerine?” “Yep! Maybe I’ll buy one for myself too~”

Before their chattering voices reach me, hot, damp air weighs heavily over my body.

The hot water pouring from the showerhead is part of it, but more likely, it’s the lingering warmth from when Yozora washed up earlier.

Whether it’s this stifling heat or the sight of bare skin visible inside,

this is the worst place to calm the lust that’s been building.

Still, with my cock standing stiff, I step onto the slippery bathroom tiles and walk toward the center of this pleasing scenery.

“What? Planning to drink this instead of alcohol?” “Ah, kidding, kidding! You’d take it away if I actually drank it.” “I wouldn’t. I never said you couldn’t drink it. Just told you to control yourself.” “Heheh… Ah, remember back in the day? When I could just chug alcohol and pass out in a snap—so convenient…” “That’s called alcoholism.” “Anyway, it was convenient~”

Beside the relentless stream of water,

she’s small enough to fit snugly in my arms,

yet… the faint veins visible on her soft breasts

are mature for her age,

while her usual behavior skews closer to a child’s.

And yet, her mind concocts lewd schemes—this drunkard.

“……Ptoo.”

Then, to the one beside her—

cold-faced yet comparatively innocent,

a gumiho rinsing her mouth with mouthwash, fox ears timidly folded.

I reach out.

“Baek Seo-yeon.” “…Wh-what…?” “Don’t wash too thoroughly. Just clean up and get out. We’re not done yet. You’ll have to wash again anyway.” “…If you say so.”

I rest my forearm on her hips—the same way I’d used them as handles earlier—and speak,

then turn my head toward Yozora, who suddenly pokes my side.

“Hey, Seo Jin? Want me to wash you?” “Wash me?” “Mhm! I did pretty well last time, right?” “Dunno. Did you? Nothing particularly memorable comes to mind.” “Ehh. Then I have to do it, don’t I? So it’s unforgettable?” “…Either way, it’s fine by me…” “…Ah, Seo-yeon, you wanna join too?” “…Me?” “Yeah. You.” “I… Um…”

I play along with her, as if she’d rehearsed a short script.

“No need to force yourself. I don’t mind just receiving, but you two might find it bothersome.” “What’s the big deal? I’ve already showered.” “…Sure, you have, but Baek Seo-yeon hasn’t. She came here to wash up too.” “Even if she says no… I can handle a quick wash on my own.” “…” “Then I’ll take that as a no~ Where’s the body wash…”

Yozora, you want to see this too, don’t you?

How Baek Seo-yeon will react if I get closer to you.

“…Here. I’ll wash you with this.” “……”

She squeezes body wash between her own breasts,

then slips my forearm into the soft lather, rubbing it up and down.

Just how will Baek Seo-yeon react?

You’re doing this on purpose because you want to see.

“Why so quiet? …I’m washing you unforgettably, aren’t I?” “…There’s a perfectly good washcloth, so I’m wondering if this is necessary.” “Seo-yeon needs to wash too. I’m being considerate. Considerate.”

Her excuse isn’t logically wrong, but it’s annoyingly contrived.

Grinning, she claims it’s “consideration,” then moves from my side to in front of me.

“…Ah, this. If I do it right, maybe we can do a standing 69…” “…You’d need to shrink to around 150cm for that.” “Nuh-uh. Nuh-uh. It’d also work if your dick was, like, 30cm, right?” “30? As if your body could even take that.” “Ehh~ Thinking about rape with measurements is so lame… Pfft…”

…My cock’s been twitching and hard this whole time.

She presses her soft lower belly against it, forcing it upright,

then pushes her breasts—so large one hand can’t even hold them—

firmly against my torso.

“You gotta tame it. Right?” “It’s not a size you can just ‘tame.’” “But shoving this monstrous dick balls-deep into a girl who’s barely 160cm is fine?” “…This at least fits inside. Different story.” “…Hilarious.”

Rising onto her tiptoes, then back down.

She keeps bringing that tiny forehead—just reaching my chin—close enough to brush my nose.

“…Um… I’ll wash your back. …Me too.” “Ah, thanks.”

Whether Baek Seo-yeon, who belatedly brought a washcloth, fidgets behind me or not,

Yozora spreads body wash over her breasts like syrup.

“…Ah~ I wish I were taller. Around Seo-yeon’s height.” “…Baek Seo-yeon? Why her specifically?” “Her height’s what girls aim for. Early 170s.” “……” “The only thing I’ve got going for me is… well, this.”

It’s too awkward to call a 69.

Only the very tip of my glans

is barely enveloped by her soapy breasts.

“…And, like this?” “……”

Squelch, squelch.

Where Baek Seo-yeon can’t see.

Beneath her chest.

Quietly.

Secretly.

She forms a ring with her fingers and strokes my cock.

“…Mmm~ The lather should work well like this… Hehe.”

Gathering the soap suds clinging to my body,

she diligently stimulates my cock, already swollen to the point of bursting.

…Honestly, at this point, I could just shove the tip into the underside of Yozora’s breasts,

pretend not to notice as I unload all over her,

rinse it off, and act like nothing happened—

would that feel good in its own way?

Lost in pleasure, I exhale, pondering.

Then—

“…I don’t really like my height.”

Yozora, now as mischievous as usual.

In contrast, Baek Seo-yeon, who’d been quietly washing my back,

steps closer.

And whispers into my ear.

“…Men prefer smaller girls, don’t they?” “……” “You’re no exception—you really like girls like Lee Ha-yoon or Yozora… small girls…”

…Whether Yozora heard that or not,

I can’t say for sure.