episode_0028

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Let’s finish this quickly.

Understanding the meaning behind it didn’t take much time.

I didn’t even need to try to figure it out.

Because Seo Woojin shoved it straight into my head, making sure I’d get it.

“Ah… Nngh…”

Unable to put up even a proper resistance, I collapse onto my side.

Above my waist, Woojin’s hand—which had been gripping the bed until now—lightly touches me.

Unlike mine, his hand is broader, more masculine.

The kind of hand that feels more like an oppa’s than a younger brother’s.

That hand now gathers the flimsy school skirt I’d been wearing and tightens its grip.

And then.

Just like that.

He pulls it aside, fully exposing what had been hidden beneath the skirt—

My…

The slick, wet junction below, now laid bare—

As the thin school shirt remains the only barrier, his weight presses down firmly on my waist.

His grip on the jut of my hips tightens like a handle, pulling me toward him.

Slowly.

“…Hhk…?”

He teaches me.

Just how much he had been holding back until now.

The way he tried to force himself deeper into the ill-fitting condom.

How much of him still hadn’t been fully sheathed inside.

The way my still-tight walls reshaped themselves around the head of his cock.

Gently.

“…Tell me if it hurts, Noona.”

“Nnh… Mmmgh…!”

As much as I’d swallowed him whole before.

His grotesque length now thrusts deeper, mercilessly tender.

“It’s only your second time… So I’ll try not to make it hurt too much…”

“Hahk… Hah…?”

Would the condom slip off?

Would he have no choice but to go in raw?

Until my heart pounded like a siren about to burst—

Only then did he pull out completely, his veins pulsing visibly.

Just as the transparent, sticky fluid pooling beneath my trembling thighs threatened to spill over—

“Just in case.”

“…?!”

As much as I’d taken him into my mouth before—

He pushed in even further.

With only the pretense of consideration.

Deeper.

Harder.

With only his voice remaining tender…

…Tender?

No.

His tone dripped with amusement—

…Ah, right.

Like he was mocking me—

“Nngh…? Huh…? Nggh…?”

Mocking… me…?

…….

…Ah…

There…

Pulling out all at once, then dragging back in…

Feels… good…

“Noona. Can you try relaxing a little?”

“Hah… Hah… Relax…? H-How…?”

“How should I know? I’m not a girl.”

“……”

“Must be the position. It’s not going in properly.”

His hand strokes my shuddering thigh, still neatly aligned beside him.

The touch sends shivers down my spine, forcing my muscles to tense—but I try my best to relax, just as he asked.

….

The girl who wanted to be treated like a noona…

The same Kim Jiyoon who always spoke to me disrespectfully…

Now lay obediently beneath Woojin—his tone clipped—

Gripping the pristine infirmary bedsheet,

Twitching.

Twitching.

In pleasure.

“I… relaxed… Dunno if it’s… enough…”

“Yeah? Then let’s…”

A low, smooth voice settles over me from above.

I swallow each word as if they were his cock instead.

Until nothing remains but heavy breathing between us.

Then Woojin—

“Ngk— Nngh…! …Mm…!”

I’m sorry.

Just as I was about to desperately wave my white flag—

Crush.

He pins my hand to the bed.

And with his tip, he thrusts outright past what I thought was my limit—

Deeper inside.

To where he’d forced me open last night, clutching the pillow for dear life.

He tramples over my white flag, muddying it beyond recognition.

Snaps it in half so it can no longer be raised.

Then, pressing down hard on my shaking waist—

He buries himself entirely into my deepest reaches.

…Thanks to that.

Like the tattooed women labeled Snow Bunny in the videos I sometimes watched.

One by one.

I fall apart.

“…Tch. This position still…”

“Hah… Hah… Hah…”

You can’t go any deeper.

Can’t we take a break?

Where you just touched—it’s weird.

But only shallow, stupid breaths escape instead.

The kind of breathing that could never belong to a noona.

Vulgar pants.

Less like a girl, more like a bitch in heat.

Shameful gasping.

“Noona.”

“…Hah… Hah…?”

…What was that?

Lee Hayoon.

Thought I heard my name…

For some unfathomable reason, my body jerks lightly in pleasure—

Still filled entirely with Woojin’s cock, nearing climax again—

I blink up at him through a dazed haze.

“Let’s… switch positions.”

“…Po… Position?”

“This way, I don’t think I’ll fit it all in…”

“……? Not all in…? Th-This is…?”

Don’t lie.

It feels like you’ve gone past my navel already…

Are you really saving face in front of your noona…?

…….

…Huh?

“Remember last night? When I forced it in for a bit.”

“…Nngh.”

…Come to think of it—

His lower stomach hadn’t been touching me.

“When I held your thighs down and shoved it in.”

“I… know…”

“If you want it like that, we’ll need to adjust.”

“……”

My head spins dizzyingly,

But his smug grin pisses me off.

As if it’s only natural that I’d beg for him to hilt himself inside.

As if he has the right to dictate terms.

Here I am, crumbling pathetically, trying to be a noona—

And this brat casually gives orders like it’s nothing.

…I hate it.

But…

“…So… what… do I do…?”

…I don’t know.

I hate everything.

“Then first—”

“Ngh— Why the skirt…?”

After writhing in the same position for a while—

Tug, tug.

My skirt, still bunched in Woojin’s grip, is lifted upward.

Toward the infirmary ceiling.

Hmm. So he wants me to move that way…?

Meaning…

Lift my hips…?

“……”

Ah… You want me on all fours.

“……”

Are—are you insane?

Why can’t we just do it normally?

We could’ve just done it like yesterday!

Forcing me to get on my knees like this—

That’s just…

…Perverted.

Like animals mating…

Ugh…

Not just perverted—there’s no way I’d ever—!

“……”

Ever—

Ever…

…Haah…

…Just once.

Only because I’m indulging you.

Not because I want to try this at all.

A compromise.

This is…

Also part of being a mature noona.

Pathetic justifications complete.

Grabbing the soft pillow above my head, I crawl upward on my elbows.

Resting my forearms and face against it, I timidly lift my hips.

Is it because it’s my first time?

The position doesn’t look as good as I imagined…

“Your hips. Higher.”

“……”

“Yeah. Like that.”

“……”

Listening to his sweet whispers,

I arch my back further,

Sculpting myself into that perverted pose.

…The kind perfect for taking dick.

Not a sexy, dependable heroine—

But closer to a convenient onahole.

The kind seen countless times in porn.

A depraved position.

“…There. G-Good…?”

“Yeah. …Perfect.”

Mumbling into the pillow, hoping my embarrassment isn’t obvious—

Woojin answers softly.

At the same time, his slick, sticky cock taps teasingly against my ass.

Now… I’m going to get fucked by this thing.

Like a dog…

Haah…

When will I ever be treated like a proper noona…?

“…Nngh…”

…It’s in.

Spreads me open.

Slides in.

Past where he’d been pounding earlier while I was on my side.

Scraping against my walls,

It pushes deeper.

“…! …Mm…!”

Maybe it’s the change in position.

But this sensation is different—my teeth instinctively sink into the pillow.

My trembling lower half.

My skirtless ass, now exposed to Woojin.

And pressed against it—

The unmistakable firmness of his lower stomach.

“Hah…”

“……”

…I-I’m fine.

I can take it.

Even if my mind, perfectly fine moments ago, now creaks under the strain—

It’s fine.

It’s weird how I’m not in pain from taking him to the root, but twitching in pleasure instead—

But it’s fine.

I worry that if I unclench my teeth from this pillow, I’ll make some embarrassing noise—

But it’s fine.

If I just hold on until the sex is over—

Then I won’t let out any pathetic moans.

It’s fine.

…Speaking of which,

He hasn’t even started moving yet—

All he’s done is bury himself to the hilt.

….

….

………Fi…

“…! …Mm…?”

…ne.

This.

This is bad.

“Nh— Hah… Ngh… Hah…”

“You don’t have to hold back your voice.”

I will.

I’ll hold back because I’m too ashamed to let you hear.

Despite that resolve, he pulls out almost completely—then slams back in.

Like he’s trying to wreck my womb beyond repair.

“…? …Mm…!”

Have to hold back.

I can’t let myself moan like some pervert.

Whether we’re chatting lightly,

Sharing drinks merrily,

Or exchanging pleasure in a darkened room—

I want to be treated like your noona…

“Ngh—!”

…Even as drool soaks the pillow I’m biting into,

Even as I press my face deeper to muffle myself—

A filthy moan slips out anyway.

Too ashamed to speak, I stay quiet—

Only for him to drag his cock out, wet and sticky from my walls.

Just as the pleasure blanks my mind again—

My toes curl pathetically against the sheets.

Thrust.

His grip tightens on my waist—

As if trying to crush my womb outright with his cock—

And finally.

My hips give out.

Beneath my twitching, trembling ass—

Squelch. Squelch.

The obscene sound of fluid splashings reaches my ears.

You.

Being violated by someone younger than you.

Enjoying this humiliation.

That thought.

Rapes my ears.

And paralyzes my brain.

“Noona.”

“……”

I don’t answer.

Because I’m no longer a noona.

Pound. Pound. Pound.

Pleasure bludgeons my core—

Leaving only shameful stains on the bed.

“Told you. Don’t hold back.”

“……”

I rub my face deeper into the damp pillow.

“…You’re enjoying this. So why hide it?”

“…! … Mm…!”

Deeper than my fingers could ever reach—

Woojin’s cock stabs relentlessly into that spot.

Making my ass twitch uncontrollably.

“Here. And here.”

“Woojin… W-Wait…!”

Delighted, as if he’s found a new toy—

Instead of scolding him, I desperately reach out.

But all my fingers catch are his defined abs.

Unable to push him away—just barely clawing—

I

Squeeze my toes again—

And fall apart completely.

…I never thought sex would feel this good.

That I’d fake moans just ’cause my boyfriend tried so hard.

But why am I like this…?

“Lee Hayoon.”

“Hah… Hhh… Ngh…”

Lost in a drunken haze of pleasure—

Woojin fists my hair, yanking my head back.

Then pulls me upright, bending my waist sharply.

My hands, busy twisting the pillow, scramble for the bed.

My tear-streaked cheeks, swollen lips—

Everything now exposed to the ceiling.

And to Woojin’s gaze above.

He sees through everything.

The meaning behind the voice I’d tried so hard to suppress.

How much I enjoyed it.

And as if he approves—

A sweet kiss follows as reward.

…Still bent backward.

Our faces upside down.

Gulp. Gulp.

Swallowing audibly.

“Mmph… Ngh… Hah…”

Over and over—wet, lewd squelches—

Drowned out only by the obscene sounds of our kiss.