episode_0541

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Baek Jiho had been secretly masturbating in his room.

To briefly summarize what I’d just seen—it was roughly like this, and even upon reflection, it wasn’t particularly surprising.

Maybe if I’d been around 13, before I’d ever encountered porn, but Seol Dabin, who was about to turn 22, was already plenty familiar with that sort of thing.

What was there to be flustered about a guy masturbating alone?

It wasn’t even limited to guys.

Girls did it too—hell, even I’d secretly masturbated in my room like Baek Jiho.

And accidentally walking in on it wasn’t anything new either.

If I’d knocked before entering, I could’ve smoothed things over and talked it out.

Though, of course, there was nothing to be done about the lingering scent of a man in the room.

Or the fact that the video Baek Jiho had been watching was of me and Seo Woojin having sex.

That part wasn’t surprising either.

It had already been about a month since I’d learned about Baek Jiho’s preferences.

During that time, under the new excuse of doing it for Baek Jiho’s sake…, I’d been having sex with Woojin nonstop.

And I was the one who kept sending him those videos, telling him to use them as side dishes when he masturbated alone.

So.

“…….”

The me on Baek Jiho’s phone screen—familiar with that hideous cock.

Eagerly taking it into my mouth.

And as he watched that video, Baek Jiho was busy intently stroking his own short, pitiful dick, comparing it to the one on screen.

Whenever I offered to do it for him, he’d always find a way to slip away,

yet here he was, rock-hard as if he’d burst any second just from watching some stupid video.

Unfortunately, given Baek Jiho’s tastes, this was all perfectly natural.

I knew that very, very well.

“Haah…”

Even though I knew.

Somehow, just a little.

…To be honest.

It pissed me off.

“…How stupid.”

When I asked if he wanted to hear how sex with another man felt,

his face turned bright red as if he actually liked the idea,

nodding eagerly like an idiot.

To be honest.

I hated it.

541

After a brief conversation with Baek Jiho,

I trudged back home, where the cleanup was already winding down.

…It was just supposed to be a quick trip to deliver meat, so I hadn’t expected to take this long.

Would Mom scold me, asking if I’d run off on purpose?

With that small, ever-present worry, I carelessly kicked off my slippers.

But thankfully, nothing happened today.

Normally, Mom would lecture me over the smallest things—like coming home a little late.

But judging by the mood, she seemed to be in a decent enough mood today, probably thanks to that perverted bastard, Seo Woojin, lounging comfortably on the sofa.

Or maybe she was just too embarrassed to drag me around in front of him.

Either way, there was no need to draw her attention.

“I delivered the meat to the auntie,” I reported briefly before slipping away, leaving the sound of running sink water behind as I headed to my room.

Exhausted from everything that had happened today, I flopped onto my bed without delay…

“…Ugh.”

Turning my head to the side, I stared at the wall right next to my bed.

The thought of what lay beyond it nagged at me, and I let out a quiet sigh.

…Right.

That buildup of stifling emotions had spilled over, and in a fit of frustration, I’d blurted it all out right in front of Baek Jiho.

Now it clung to me like a stray hair in my mouth—irritating and impossible to ignore.

I hadn’t planned to go that far, but seeing Baek Jiho actually masturbating to a video of me…

It just felt so disgusting.

Does it really make you that happy?

Your girlfriend cheating on you with another man?

Watching her fawn over someone far superior to you?

Haaah…

“…I should’ve just closed the door and walked away.”

Looking back, that would’ve been the best move, but regretting it now was pointless.

Hugging the blanket tightly, I squirmed before finally pulling it over my head, burying my face completely.

“…….”

No condom.

Creampie.

It wasn’t like I’d outright confirmed that I’d actually had sex like that with Woojin, so it’d be better if Baek Jiho assumed I’d deliberately used those explicit words to cater to his tastes…

But honestly, that wasn’t it at all.

…NTR, was it? From the perspective of Baek Jiho, who was into that kind of thing—

If I’d actually been sneaking around with Woojin, raw and reckless,

pretending it was all just acting for his sake,

then letting that thick, sticky liquid—

so much that it practically dripped from the screen—

gush deep into my—

…womb.

Filling me to the brim before pulling out like nothing happened—

that would’ve turned him on, wouldn’t it?

“…….”

…Is this what happens because we’re childhood friends?

Instead of falling in love at first sight or being drawn to each other’s charm like normal people…

We’re tied together by friendship and familiarity—that’s you and me.

So if you had felt any desire for me as a woman…

Would you really have asked Woojin to… take me from you?

“Ugh, I don’t knooow…”

If I hadn’t seen that earlier, I’d probably be busy cursing Woojin right now.

Or worrying about how to suppress my moans during sex at dawn.

This is all Baek Jiho’s fault.

Half-jokingly shifting the blame, I lightly thumped the innocent bed with my foot.

There are 24 hours in a day—why did you have to be jerking off right when I stopped by your house?

You could’ve done it later.

Right before bed, or something.

But no, you had to be going at it right then…

So I had to see that…

Ugh…

“Haah…”

Anyway, maybe I should shower.

After a moment of fussing with my tangled hair from rolling around under the blanket,

I straightened out my crumpled T-shirt and left my room, glancing toward the living room at the sound of two voices.

Woojin was chatting with my dad in the living room.

I’d expected Mom to be there too, worshiping Woojin like a god, but surprisingly, she wasn’t.

Maybe she’d finished the dishes and was resting in her room.

Either way, the two didn’t seem to notice me, so I eavesdropped a little longer.

And as a result—

Though my dad wasn’t usually one to speak up much…

“…I appreciate what you’ve done, but I’m afraid my daughter might feel burdened.”

“You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Even if she properly rejected you, even if she said she just wants to stay friends—in the end, you’re still a man, and she’s a woman.”

Sitting beside that pervert, my dad spoke gently but firmly, reprimanding him.

He asked if Woojin had only helped because of his crush—a topic so embarrassing that I wanted to die just hearing it.

That’s just something Woojin made up on the spot.

He’s never confessed to me.

He even has a proper girlfriend. A close friend of mine, no less.

The words swirled in my mouth, but I couldn’t spit any of them out.

At most, I debated whether making my presence known would be better.

While I was lost in thought, my dad continued.

“To be honest, isn’t this all just to impress Dabin? She already has a boyfriend, you know.”

To that, Woojin replied calmly—

his voice tinged with drunkenness.

“Even so, as you saw earlier, she won’t give me even a gram of her heart. Think of it as my own self-satisfaction—you really don’t need to concern yourself.”

“Hmm…”

“Ah, how about this? Consider it a gift from an ardent fan.”

“A fan?”

“Seol Dabin—once she graduates, she’ll definitely become a popular hero. And I’ll just be one of countless fans drawn to her looks and abilities.”

Looks. Looks. Looks.

It was always like this—even earlier, during dinner.

That pervert Woojin had rolled around with Seo-yeon sunbae too, so why did he keep praising me like this…?

Not that I had low self-esteem or anything.

I’d had guys on the street sneak glances at my body.

And memories of girls whispering jealous rumors about me when I was younger.

I knew the reason.

It was just embarrassing to be compared to sunbae—but I did think I was somewhat pretty.

But this much?

“…….”

Even Baek Jiho, my boyfriend…

Never praised me like this.

“I just want to give it my all, so I won’t have regrets later… and then walk away cleanly.”

Come to think of it, earlier… was it about charm?

Baek Jiho and I were bound by friendship and time, but what if we’d been drawn together by each other’s charm instead?

Hadn’t I been thinking about that earlier, alone in my room?

Unlike Baek Jiho—

That trashy bastard was completely fixated on my charm.

Sure, it was a little excessive, and some of it was annoying…

But still, for nearly half a year, Woojin had always been brutally honest with me.

…I want to have sex with you.

No matter how much I cursed at him, he never cared.

Your body turns me on.

Your voice turns me on.

Your face turns me on.

Everything about you turns me on.

…Literally, with his disgusting, fully erect cock—

he’d press it against my pale lower stomach,

over and over.

Unlike Baek Jiho, who was just comfortable to be around,

with Woojin, it was always… like I was in heat.

My body was always being demanded.

If you looked at it simply,

you could explain it like this:

“…Trash.”

An irredeemable piece of trash who openly slept around with multiple women.

…That part hadn’t changed.

“…….”

…But seriously.

He…

wanted me.

…….

…,

…So.

…Him liking me too,

was right.