episode_0109

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In a daze.

Among the Korean words I’ve used over the past 20 years, is there any phrase more fitting to describe my current situation than this?

“……Mmph… Chup, pfuh… Hahk……”

In a daze, I ended up coming to Yozora’s house.

In a daze, I faced a heavily drunk Yozora.

In a daze, I properly confirmed the secret between Seo Woojin and Yozora.

In a daze, I became Seo Woojin’s sex partner.

And then.

“…Stop… pressing down on my thighs and… thrusting like that…”

“…….”

“Ngh… K-kissing makes me… ngh… chuup… chuup……”

In a daze, I lay beside him,

witnessing sex drenched in sweat—far beyond anything I’d seen in the porn I’d been watching the past few days.

Is there any phrase more fitting than in a daze?

All I’d meant to do was ask Yozora, “Do you also feel good when someone touches your tail?”

But before I knew it, things spiraled in an unexpected direction, and now,

I’ve learned the taste of semen,

the smell of semen…

If I don’t use the phrase in a daze here,

when the hell else would I ever get to use it?

“…Bpuh… …… Nghhk……”

Between lightly pressed lips,

Yozora’s crimson tongue peeks out, and transparent saliva keeps trickling down.

For a moment, I idly trace the wet marks left behind, my own lips tingling.

When I glance down, I vividly see his thick cock, slick with her juices, ruthlessly wrecking her insides.

…And in the corner of my vision, my own stomach.

The lower half of my belly, just below my breasts, now drenched in Woojin’s cum from his earlier mistake.

I can’t stop staring.

The initial warmth has long since faded,

leaving behind nothing but sticky white fluid.

But that distinct smell—

It’s hard to describe exactly,

but… male scent… might be the closest way to put it.

That smell still stings my nose.

Dazedly, I drag my fingertips through it,

“…… Pfhaa…! Hahk… Hahk…”

“…….”

Startled by Yozora’s panting beside me, I hurriedly wipe my fingers on the bedsheet.

…Ah, uh, ah.

Right.

I’ve been swallowing something this sticky all along…

…….

Aha, no wonder…

Every gulp, every glug-glug, kept getting stuck in my throat…

Well,

it makes sense, given how disgustingly thick it is. Yeah.

“…….”

That’s why it’s been bothering me so much.

…Absolutely, absolutely not because of that smell.

It’s just,

the…

st-stickiness that’s been nagging at me, making me stare and touch…

….

.

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…Sniff…

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We had sex until Woojin’s cock went limp,

fucked wildly as desire demanded,

…took his cum in my mouth,

then pounded into Yozora like an animal,

and after smearing sticky fluid all over my tongue—bleh—

before I knew it, it was early evening.

Now dressed in a slightly odd,

well…

oversized T-shirt Yozora pulled from her closet—one with the words “SUPER BIG” plastered across the chest—I sat blankly on the living room couch, staring straight ahead.

“…….”

Only now, after hiding my tail and ears, does it finally hit me.

I must’ve been out of my mind earlier.

No, I definitely was.

There’s no other explanation.

There’s no way I’d do that sober.

It’s not like I got drunk from a few drops of soju splashed into my orange juice while toasting with Woojin…

Haaaa…

I’m insane. Insane.

What on earth was I thinking, following them into the bedroom like that?

Did that fishy, disgusting fluid taste good or something?

No, no. No matter how I think about it, that’s not the reason.

Then was it because I was worried Yozora might get pregnant from being creampied?

That doesn’t seem right either.

If anything, Yozora would want to be impregnated by Woojin…

…by Master’s seed.

If anything, I was the one getting in the way.

So that’s not it.

Wanting to watch them have sex? Not even worth considering.

Not wanting to be left alone in the living room? Same.

Then why did I follow them like some lost puppy?

And why…

while watching them fuck,

did I soak my panties?

…And why did I keep sniffing that semen smell?

“…….”

I swear to heaven, I never once thought about having sex with Woojin.

…Was it just like watching porn?

Why the hell…

“Get me water… Waaater…”

“…Sua. Do you need water too?”

“I-I’ll get it myself.”

“No. Stay seated. I’ll bring it.”

Whirr, whirr—the washing machine hums again.

Yozora, her long hair splayed messily over the couch, flops her arms limply.

Sitting as far away as possible, I maintain a poker face, pretending nothing’s wrong, while her sweet shampoo scent wafts over.

Starting tomorrow, every time I see Yozora or Woojin, I’ll remember today.

How am I supposed to handle that…?

…Ugh, my head hurts…

As I wrestle with my tangled thoughts, glaring at the living room wallpaper—

“What’re you thinking about, Sua-chan?”

“…Ah.”

Yozora, who’d been wriggling around in the distance just moments ago, is now right beside me, resting her head on my thigh and grinning.

That same smiling face that, during sex earlier, was completely…

…Mmm.

“Nothing. Just… not thinking about anything.”

“Liar… You were totally remembering Woojin and me going at it.”

“…….”

“Pfft. Look at your cheeks, all red. I was just guessing, but bingo. So cute, so cuuute…”

I could’ve just denied it.

Why is this idiot blushing and looking away instead?

Now I can’t even argue back.

Haaa… Guess she’s not just bad at studying—she’s terrible at acting too.

Or maybe she’s just plain dumb.

“…It just happened, so of course I’d think about it.”

“Uh-huh, sure. Did I say not to think about it? I just asked if you were.”

“…….”

“Heheh.”

The Yozora from the bedroom is gone, replaced by the usual one I know.

When I stare down at her, she grins back, eyes twinkling.

Is it that smugness?

Or the embarrassment that’s been piling up until it burst?

I kinda want to flick her forehead.

They say you shouldn’t spit on a smiling face,

but if it’s Yozora, grinning like this just to tease me,

I could probably get away with a little flick…

“So? How was it? A little disappointing, right?”

“…What was?”

“What else? What we were just talking about. …Sex partner.”

“…….”

Grumbling.

Over my sulky voice,

Whisper whisper.

A tiny voice, making sure Woojin in the kitchen doesn’t hear.

…And carrying very explicit words.

It slips through her playful smile and reaches my eardrums.

“You’re a sex partner, but all you did was suck him. Isn’t that a waste? …Sex feels amazing.”

“…Dunno.”

“You could’ve had a threesome with me and Woojin earlier. Not even a little regret?”

“…D-don’t know…”

Why would I regret it?

I didn’t give him a blowjob because I wanted to feel good.

You’re the one who said it was “a way to make friends easily.”

Of course, the idea of licking someone else’s… dick is so embarrassing I’d never try it with another guy,

but just in case—

in that one-in-a-billion chance it happens—

it’s slightly less humiliating than having my chest groped.

And if I ever find someone as good as Woojin…

practicing in advance wouldn’t hurt.

Maybe Woojin and I could… meet separately to practice sometimes.

It’s not like dicks wear out from a little sucking…

…As for sex, well…

Someday, I’d rather do it with someone smaller than Woojin.

“Whyyy? You saw everything earlier. Me getting properly fucked on the couch, moaning like crazy, and Woojin holding my wrists while pounding into me until I came over and over.”

“I-I saw. I saw it all… I just… wasn’t into it… It’s too big, kinda scary…”

“Hmm…”

Properly fucked? What kind of crude phrasing is that…?

The kind of expression you’d only see in R-18 manga.

Yozora exhales with a hmm, and the faint alcohol on her breath reminds me—right, she’s still drunk.

“…Hey…! Wait, what’re you—…”

“…Here, Woojin’s size when he’s super turned on is about this big… My handspan’s a little short, so…”

Rolling slightly, Yozora stretches out her handspan,

then overlaps another hand on top,

and starts inching her thumb downward from my navel.

…Right to the spot I always touch when I masturbate.

Wriggle, wriggle.

Slowly.

“S-stop… It tickles…”

“…I’m short, so he only reaches just below my navel, but for you, Sua-chan, it’d hit just the right spot…”

“The right… spot?”

“…You know what’s here, right?”

Poke.

Poke.

Just below my navel.

…A slight bulge.

Not from fat, but just…

anatomy.

Her slender finger prods at it,

then her thick thumb presses firmly right above my clitoris—

dangerously close.

Then,

she shortens her fully stretched handspan—

not just a little,

but a lot.

Skritch, skritch.

Dragging against my T-shirt,

her pinky moves lower.

“This is Woojin’s size, and this is the average guy’s. At least, in normal videos, most are around this big.”

“…….”

About 14 cm.

No, maybe 15 cm?

Since I don’t have a ruler, I can’t be sure,

but roughly, it’s a little longer than my phone.

Her pinky, now indicating that length,

presses down much lower than before.

…Ehk.

That’s it?

As if to say exactly that.

Compared to Woojin, who could reach right below my navel…

W-well,

it’s not like I care or anything.

Yozora’s the one who brought it up…

Yozora…

I really don’t mind if it’s smaller.

I might even prefer it… maybe?

“What’re you two doing?”

“Mmm, Sua-chan’s giving me a lap pillow. Jealous?”

“…Sigh. Here. Water.”

“…Th-thanks…”

So,

I don’t care about what Yozora said.

At all.

…I swear to heaven.

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