episode_0035

35

What do I do?

This is completely different from the scenario I had in mind.

“Huuuung….”

“…….”

Him lying still like this, only letting out faint creaks of protest, isn’t the picture I wanted.

See, I was planning to… poke at Seo Woojin’s nerves from the start,

then wait until he finally snapped and moved in frustration,

so I could glare right into his face and spit out a few sharp words like, What the hell are you doing? Let go of me.

Because, well…

I imagined being forced onto the bed…

Or pressed against the front door with my heels barely touching the ground…

Or lifted up so I couldn’t resist…

Ah, whatever.

You get the idea, right?

But this…

This is just me straight-up raping Woojin.

“…So Woojin likes being raped by a woman, huh…?”

“…….”

“You said you didn’t want to have sex with me… Ehehe….”

How did it end up like this?

I don’t like it.

This isn’t like before, when I’d dote on him because he was cute enough.

What the hell is this?

The reason I deliberately raised my standards and enrolled in a school far from home.

The reason I happily fantasized every morning while squeezing into the packed subway.

The reason I stayed quiet and endured when, as if on cue, some disgusting pervert would grope me just a few stops in.

Even if his looks,

or his body,

or whatever else didn’t quite meet my expectations—who knows, right? The reason I foolishly hoped and followed some creep to a dimly lit park restroom.

From my delusional JC days,

to my sexually frustrated JK phase where I kept lowering my standards.

The reason I’d beg for someone to show up tomorrow, masturbate until I passed out, then drag myself to school half-asleep the next day.

I thought the person who’d finally solve all that was standing right in front of me,

so why can’t you touch me like those other perverts did?

You bastard…

I even untied your wrists so you could move freely.

You could’ve grabbed my hair as hard as you wanted.

You could’ve cursed me out, called me a fucking bitch, and shoved my face into your crotch.

Or yanked hard on the tail I loosely wrapped around you…

Or, yeah—you could’ve hit me, right?

If you’d done that, I’d be whimpering Ow ow ow after falling over, sneaking glances at you.

You just roughly groped my chest like it was nothing,

so why are you…

Ugh…

Have I been too scary with Woojin until now?

If I’d been a little less intimidating, would he have felt like resisting more?

This doesn’t feel right either.

What should I have done to steer things the way I wanted?

Maybe if I pissed him off a little more…

Then what should I say…?

Swear at him?

Dirty talk?

Insults?

No, no.

Even if I suddenly started cursing, I doubt he’d get any angrier here.

Same with dirty talk or insults.

We’ve already had plenty of hollow exchanges…

Turn-on phrases?

Hmm. His Korean isn’t that fluent, so I’m not sure.

What the hell should I do… Ughhh…

…Ah, whatever.

For now…

“…Noona will make you feel even better….”

“…….”

Lick, lick.

While my hands eagerly stroked his shaft,

my slobbery tongue flicked at the tip teasingly.

“Slurp… Bweh….”

The filthy, crumpled tissues rolling around in the imaginary version of a guy’s room.

A similarly pungent, masculine scent seeped into my tongue and filled my nostrils.

…I’ve only ever done this in my fantasies—this is my first time actually licking a guy’s dick.

Am I doing this right…?

But judging by Woojin’s expression,

this definitely feels better than before.

The murderous glint in his eyes just moments ago is now mixed with something like distress.

Plus, his dick feels even thicker now compared to when I was just using my hands.

Right. If I keep licking until Woojin’s head is bursting with lust, maybe he’ll start getting rougher…

……Hmm.

For now,

maybe I should focus a bit more on the blowjob…

“Hahh… Pffh….”

“…….”

Sliding my hand all the way down to the base,

I coated his twitching glans and shaft with my saliva over and over.

My stray hair kept getting in the way, so I kept brushing my bangs back as I worked.

Lick, lick.

In dirty manga, they say the glans is the most sensitive part for guys.

So I focused on lapping at the twitching tip until it was dripping wet.

Until Seo Woojin’s glans was slick with my spit,

and the fluid dripping from it pooled thickly on my tongue.

But he still just clenched his jaw tightly.

Don’t cum.

Don’t get hard.

Hold it in.

That kind of vibe.

…Haa…

I wish he’d stop overcomplicating things

and just focus on how good it feels…

…Tch.

“Ugh….”

“Kh…!”

Parting my lips slightly, I gave the tip of his wicked dick a light nibble.

Not to make him feel good—

but to piss him off.

If he wants to take it out on me,

then he should just force his dick all the way down my throat.

Relaxing my throat like a cat,

I unwound the tail coiled around his wrist and let it sway teasingly.

Leaving invisible bite marks behind,

I let strands of drool stretch between my lips and tongue before flashing him a sweet smile.

But Woojin still didn’t budge.

He twitched his hips slightly at the unexpected move, but that was it.

At most, he just furrowed his brows and glared at me…

…….

……?

That’s…

“…Pffhaa… Hehe… Now it’s all hard…”

“…….”

After using my tongue to snap the last string of saliva, I glanced down slightly.

And then I saw it.

“…Ah, uh… …Ahaha….”

Bigger than I expected.

Too big to wrap my thumb and forefinger around.

Just barely beyond the span of my small hand.

The veins that were already prominent before

now stood out even more sharply.

If this thing went inside my 160cm-tall body—

just one head shorter than Woojin—

it’d definitely reach past my navel, filling me up so tight

that it’d force my reluctant pussy to stretch around its shape.

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

Crushing my cervix in the process.

……Woojin’s fully erect cock.

“Di-did you like it when Noona bit you…?”

“…….”

“You liked it, huh…? Hehe….”

…Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I swallowed the voice threatening to spill from my lips and forced a casual smile.

I knew it was big from when I nudged it with my foot before, but this big…?

It looks like something straight out of an NTR doujin…

Where the childhood friend gets corrupted into some cock-trained slut for stupid reasons…

……Ah, whatever.

Taking a deep breath so Woojin wouldn’t notice, I flashed him another airy smile.

Get a grip.

If I want this dick to wreck me properly…

“…….”

“Our Woojin… Acting all innocent in front of Noona, but you really are a masochist, huh…? Hmph….”

I need to make Woojin snap at me somehow.

“Should I keep going…? Lick you nice and soft again…? Or bite you like before…?”

“…….”

“Be honest… I’ll do it for you….”

Be honest.

Don’t you just want to fuck the shit out of this smirking girl until she breaks?

Grab the horns sprouting from my head and force my throat down to the base?

Pump my deepest parts until your balls are empty, filling me with your cum?

Hey, that’s how it always goes in hentai.

Some bitchy girl acts up on page 1,

gets railed like a dog by some monstrous cock by page 10,

then by page 20, she’s sobbing I’m sorry, I’m sorry while getting creampied like crazy until her womb’s stuffed,

and by page 30, she’s a broken mess with cum dripping out, smiling blankly.

…All guys fantasize about that, right?

That’s why they draw so much of it.

That’s why it caught my innocent middle-schooler eyes.

…You’re a guy too, so you must love that shit.

You fucking pervert…

“Woojin-ah… If you’re just gonna stay quiet like this…”

The vein-like ridge under his shaft.

The glans, ridged for the sole purpose of pleasure.

Watching my drool slowly drip down,

I stared up at Woojin with the same breezy smile.

“Then Noona will do whatever she wants…?”

…Imagine it.

Treating me like some hentai heroine,

fucking me like a dog with this monstrous cock,

ignoring my I’m sorry, I’ll never try to seduce you again as you pump my womb full,

leaving me a dripping, masochistic mess by page 30—

and then,

staring right at me.

I thought I’d stop soon, complaining my arms were tired.

So I tried to hold out just a little longer.

“Mmm… Ugh… Pffha….”

“…….”

…But the more I thought about it,

something felt off.

“Nngh…, nn… Ugh….”

It wasn’t strange that Yozora had forced herself on me.

She’d been eyeing me like prey even before the regression.

Back then, she probably held back because of our teammate dynamic.

It also wasn’t strange that Yozora was sucking my dick.

Right now, I’m struggling not to have sex with her.

Yozora, meanwhile, is desperate to get me hard by any means necessary.

If her goal is just to make me fuck her, it makes sense.

But.

No matter how I look at it, one thing doesn’t add up.

“Nnghh… Nnghhk….”

The fact that she’s meticulously sucking my dick—already hard enough to penetrate—without letting her teeth touch it once.

No matter how I think about it, that’s weird.

“…Pffhaaa… Hahk… Hahh….”

Yozora, who always grinned and called herself a sadist.

Yozora, who went dead silent after I roughly groped her breasts earlier.

Yozora, who followed me back to my place without complaint, even though having her tits manhandled wasn’t her thing.

Yozora, who pinned me down to rape me, yet is still carefully giving me a blowjob.

“…….”

…A bizarre hypothesis started spinning in my head.