episode_0074

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“Gasp….”

Someone had gone into the restroom…!

And not just one person—two.

Han Sua, who had been sitting by the café window sipping her coffee, began to stare with a mix of worry and curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

Had they been caught?

Did those people notice? Would they call the police?

Would they get arrested?

She wasn’t entirely sure, but it somehow felt like watching a scene straight out of a comic book.

Chewing nervously on her straw, Sua found herself staring blankly at the restroom entrance.

…It wasn’t like she had any particular interest in perverted things.

She was just worried about her friend.

“…….”

Clutching that flimsy excuse,

she kept her eyes glued to the men’s restroom door.

74

Does he know this is my first kiss?

“Ngh…, hmph…, bweh….”

From behind, the jingling sound of two belts being undone.

Separated only by a single door, Seo Woojin and I tangled our tongues messily.

Stop it,

don’t,

I tried shaking my head in refusal, but it was pointless.

My hair.

He had a death grip on it and wouldn’t let go.

Like lovers? Bullshit.

Like fuck buddies? Bullshit.

It was just—

like he was forcing himself on me, shoving his tongue down my throat.

No matter how hard I pinched his forearm,

my tongue, lying limp in my open mouth,

kept getting assaulted by his.

…So,

I had no idea what to do.

“Hey, go piss somewhere else! Why the hell are you dropping your pants right next to me?”

“Too small for you?”

“Fuck you.”

The one thing I knew for sure was that I absolutely, under no circumstances, could let him see that I liked it.

If I did, he’d figure out why I’d been growling at him all this time.

Which meant, even now, mid-kiss, I had to resist him like crazy…

…So, should I spit in his mouth?

No, I was positioned just a little too low to do that.

Slap him across the face?

No, those two idiots outside still hadn’t left.

The sound would definitely carry.

I was stuck, unable to do anything.

Just a docile lamb, letting him kiss me.

…He’d see right through me.

Gripping Woojin’s collar, I trembled briefly before realizing there was only one choice left.

“Are you heading back after dinner?”

“Yeah, planning to.”

“Then how about that dakgalbi place up ahead—”

“…….”

“…….”

Until those bastards left,

I’d bite down—

hard—

on the tip of Woojin’s tongue.

Finally, the door creaked shut with a heavy thud.

At the same time, Woojin pulled back his saliva-slicked tongue and glared at me.

“…The hell? That hurt.”

“…I didn’t want to kiss a pervert like you.”

“So you bite hard enough to draw blood?”

“…What’s it to you? You can heal anyway.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t feel pain.”

“…….”

Honestly, it wasn’t bad.

Part of me wanted to be devoured even more, but this was good enough.

Still, I scowled at him, and in response, a faint smirk curled at Woojin’s lips.

…Guess he liked my answer.

Enough to want to educate me thoroughly.

“Guess I can’t shove my dick in your mouth like last time. You’d just bite it off.”

“…….”

“Then….”

In the cramped, stifling restroom stall,

I felt it—

the throbbing, monstrous length trapped in his pants,

pressing against my soft thighs.

I glared.

“Take it off.”

“…Wha, what…?”

I thought he’d order me into some weird position like last time,

but I hadn’t expected something this direct.

“Take it off. There’s a shelf for your clothes, or you can use the bag with the manga if you want.”

“…Th-that’s not the problem, you bastard…!”

“Then what is?”

“…You’re already shirtless, so telling me to strip means… y-you… wanna have s-sex….”

“Yeah.”

“…….”

“Let’s fuck. Take it off.”

“…….”

Of course, I’d fantasized about losing my virginity in places like this…

A shaking train.

A groper’s hands on my body.

Hoping today’s the one, lured into a secluded restroom.

And then—

rape.

Messy, violent rape.

So loud the footsteps outside hesitate before fleeing.

The wet, obscene sound of an irresponsible creampie.

Even the sound of being forced to clean it up afterward, head gripped tight.

I’d fantasized about it countless times, sprawled on a towel-covered bed.

But now that it was real,

I couldn’t keep up the act.

I should be glaring at Woojin like I wanted him dead,

but…

I was too happy.

The venom kept fading from my eyes.

“Want me to strip you?”

“…Back off. I’ll do it myself….”

Still straddling him, I yanked off my hoodie and tossed it to the floor.

Neatly folded on a paper bag would’ve been too proper—this felt more like rape.

I considered taking off my uniform blouse too but stopped.

Even if it was Academy attire, it wasn’t much different from a regular high school uniform.

…At least it’d give him the thrill of defiling a Korean schoolgirl.

Instead, I tossed my skirt aside and braced a hand against the door, still perched on Woojin’s thighs.

…Ready for him to flip up my panties and pound into me.

Obedient.

“…Do whatever. Fucker….”

“Talking like that makes me not want to.”

“…Ugh… You’re impossible.”

“Watch the swearing. I prefer girls who don’t curse.”

“The hell? Why should I care what you like?”

“Don’t want to humor me?”

Glancing back, I saw Woojin casually waving his phone.

“…….”

“Well? Do you?”

“…You’re the worst….”

“…Better. That’s an improvement.”

Not like it’d matter if those photos ended up with bear-like Namho—at worst, they’d just be jerk-off material.

But a fake relationship needed a convincing excuse.

Playing along like it was some deadly weakness, I obediently waited.

“…….”

The sound of someone rising from the toilet.

Click, click—a belt unbuckling.

Ziiip—a zipper lowering.

Then, something hot and hard—

pressed against my ass.

…A fully erect, monstrous cock.

A dangerous weapon, no condom in sight.

I waited quietly.

“…No condom?”

“I’ll pull out.”

Then how was he planning to clean up?

I wanted to ask but held back.

…Sex.

What if he changed his mind?

“…So you’re just gonna irresponsibly dump it all inside me….”

“I don’t take risks. Don’t want to deal with accidental lives.”

“…You’re shameless.”

“If you really want it, take birth control first.”

“Never. Absolutely not.”

“What if I change my mind and flood you until you’re dripping?”

Then what?

I’d lose it, stuffed full of his cum.

…I remembered how he’d filled my mouth last time.

The thought of it inside me…

I’m sorry.

I shouldn’t have tried to force myself on you, Master.

Please… stop filling me.

That’s what I’d end up begging.

Drooling pathetically on the floor,

whimpering.

But instead, my lips spat:

“…Like your trash sperm could ever get me pregnant.”

“Oh?”

No scientific basis—

just pure, unfiltered spite.

“…Try it. …Heh.”

“…Must be past your period, huh?”

“Who knows? Not telling you.”

I kept spouting nonsense,

as if begging to be creampied.

…If I were a guy, I’d have taken it that way.

Woojin, though…

Didn’t seem convinced.

“Whatever. Not risking it.”

“…….”

“Lift your hips more. Gotta loosen you up first.”

“…….”

Tap, tap—his palm lightly smacked my ass.

Too gentle to be called spanking,

more like petting a spoiled pet.

Just that much had me biting my lip,

and as instructed, I arched my back further,

hitching my white panties over my ass cheeks.

…Exposing my pink little hole, too.

And my neatly shaved pussy—

prepared just for him.

All on display.

Ready for him to—

thrust,

thrust,

ram his monster cock into me.

“…Why’s your hymen still here? Doesn’t suit you.”

“Shut u—… ngh!”

Shlick—his finger pushed in,

parting my folds,

inspecting me.

“Japan’s different from Korea with this stuff. Girls get mocked if they don’t lose it early.”

“That’s just… bullying ugly people….”

“Ah. So that’s it.”

“Ngh…!”

“Calling you ugly indirectly.”

“Haah… hah….”

His fingernail scraped lightly—

testing if he could ruin me.

Even when I touched myself, I’d never pushed past that barrier.

“…Pretty girls can lose it whenever… s-so….”

“You?”

“…Me?”

“You’ve got the body to get any guy—sports team seniors, perverts—why’re you still a virgin?”

“Ngh?! Hah…?!”

While toying with my hymen,

his finger slid lower,

and unlike before,

he touched me just how I liked—

…exactly how I touched myself in bed.

Teasing my clit.

“…Couldn’t find… the red thread… ngh… of fate… Why?”

“Fate? Drunkard like you’s got a romantic side.”

“Can’t I like that? Think I’m some 30-year-old—ah! S-stop…!”

“…….”

His tongue, just moments ago in my mouth,

now lapped at my dripping clit,

until my thighs shook,

until I screamed against the door,

until—

I came.

“Haah….”

“…Hah… hah… hah….”

Heels lifting helplessly,

letting pleasure wreck me.

“…Fucking bitch….”

“Hah… ngh….”

Drool already dripping from my lips,

Woojin gripped my hips,

adjusting my clumsy stance,

before lining up against my soaked,

tight,

impossibly narrow entrance.

…Then, like something out of fiction,

he shoved his thick cock inside.

Making sure I understood—

the pain of losing it.

…And how good sex could be.

Panties still pulled aside, I shuddered at the sensation of him filling me completely.

“…I get you’re feeling good, but stop clenching. Hard to thrust.”

“D-don’t flatter yourself… trash….”

…I told you, Baek Seoyeon.

The red thread of fate—

it’s real.