episode_0135

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“Like I noticed last time, your skin is really nice.”

“…What’s so nice about it? It’s just average.”

“You think? I’d say it’s on the better side.”

“Bullshit… If you touched any random high school girl walking down the street, they’d be about the same as me.”

“Then it’s high school girl skin. That’s still good, isn’t it?”

“I was a high school girl until three months ago, dumbass.”

Seo Woojin wraps his arm around my waist, smiling at me affectionately, the way he would at Unnie.

I let him, shifting my hip slightly to give him space as I dry my bangs under the low setting of the hairdryer.

What should I call this feeling?

Embarrassment?

No. It’s subtly different from that.

Sure, I’m embarrassed enough to be cursing nonstop in my head, but that’s not all there is to it.

It’s not unbearably embarrassing.

Then, is it nervousness?

Well, it’s not wrong—considering I’m sneaking around doing something bad with Unnie’s boyfriend under the excuse of going to a PC bang—but…

It feels like I’m missing something important.

Embarrassed.

Nervous.

Irrationally irritated.

And yet, when Woojin’s hand touches the towel,

I gulp quietly, over and over.

What should I call this feeling?

“Anyway, I think your skin’s nicer than Unnie’s. Honestly.”

“……”

Am I nervous?

Or…

Do I want to have sex?

Which of the two is the right way to describe it?

…Is there even a right answer between the two?

I don’t know.

“You can keep drying while I practice. You did it yesterday too.”

“…Uh, the hairdryer air… must be really hot?”

“It’s fine. Unnie deliberately blew the air on my body yesterday.”

“……”

“Unnie was really cute back then.”

“…Oh, really.”

“Every time I touched her here and there, she’d laugh and say it tickled, telling me to stop…”

“Got it! I get it. …Just, start already. Practice.”

Why the hell are you talking about Lee Hayoon so happily in front of me?

Are you really this clueless, you idiot?

The thought makes me a little upset for a moment.

The hairdryer is still on low.

As I continue drying just my bangs, he lets out a soft laugh and slowly starts moving his hand.

Lightly touching my body, he uses the towel he just brought to wipe my lower stomach.

Then, pulling back slightly, he gently runs it over my back—which is already dry and doesn’t need wiping.

…Before I know it, he’s wiping under my chest, where a faint sheen of sweat has formed.

And then my upper thighs, the same way.

After about a minute of this…

“…Haaaah…”

“…”

I turn off the hairdryer completely, bowing my head and letting out a deep sigh loud enough for Woojin to hear.

…Honestly, it was a complete letdown.

His foreplay was way, way lamer than I expected.

How could Unnie have liked this? I can’t help but wonder.

I mean,

it’s too weak to even call foreplay.

But at the same time, his movements are way too suspicious for just wiping me down.

The towel brushes against my crotch.

Even though there’s no moisture left, he keeps insistently touching my chest.

Basically, his hands are unnecessarily lewd.

Ah, right. Now I get why Unnie laughed and said it tickled.

Because it literally tickled. That’s why she laughed, you idiot.

And one more thing I want to point out.

“…Hey. Fuck… Hold on a sec.”

“What?”

“Were you trying to do foreplay just now?”

“…Yeah. Why? Was it weird?”

“Last time, I, uh… had you practice… foreplay. You could’ve just done it like that, so why…?”

“Ah, that.”

Why is it lamer than before?

I don’t remember everything exactly, but I do remember you kissing me while playing with my clit and nipples.

And I also remember… coming like crazy from that lame-ass foreplay.

So why can’t you even do that now?

“You said it yourself earlier at the PC bang. It’s not just about being rough—being gentle is important too.”

“……”

“Like teasing. I tried going for that kind of vibe… …Was it bad?”

“…Really bad.”

“Ugh…”

You absolute

fucking idiot.

“…How did you do it with Unnie?”

“How? Well, after wiping her with a towel for a bit… I did it the way she liked.”

“What way?”

“That… …A little rougher.”

“You… Ugh… Hey. You’re seriously terrible at teasing, you know? At this point, I’d rather just masturbate.”

“…”

“So just do it like this.”

“Do what?”

“Right now, do it exactly like you did with Unnie yesterday, and save the teasing for after we practice. Got it?”

“…Fine.”

“Okay. Don’t waste time, hurry up and—”

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I can’t… breathe properly.

“Hey, fuck… Ngh… Chup…”

A thick, sticky saliva that isn’t mine slowly fills the inside of my tangled tongue.

I don’t need to gulp it down desperately, but the way it keeps pooling in my throat is distracting.

The moment I barely manage to swallow, another slow trickle of saliva follows my tongue and starts coating my throat again.

Mine and Woojin’s,

sticky and mixed together,

becoming one,

slowly.

“Haah, hah…! …Hah… Ngh…”

What should I do with this clueless idiot?

How do I make him feel even better than Hayoon did yesterday, so he only thinks of me?

Just a moment ago, my head was full of thoughts, but now I’m just dazed, empty.

…I think my vision went white earlier,

but now it’s the complete opposite.

Not white at all—just pitch black.

Even when Woojin pulls his lips away to leave a mark on my nape,

even when his fingers roughly pinch the nipple I’d been covering with my arm,

even when the sound of wet squelching comes from between my legs, where the towel had barely been covering me.

“Wait…”

Flailing weakly,

I clutch the already turned-off hairdryer, my hips twitching,

my trembling knees pressing together as I slump back against Woojin behind me,

rubbing my half-dried white hair against his firm body—that’s all I can do.

“…… Chup…”

In that brief moment when our lips part, I pant heavily into the air,

only for Woojin—still holding me from behind—to grab my chin with his thick fingers and part my lips again,

leaving me to obediently stick out my tongue

and just take his kiss.

“…Ngh… Pfuh……”

…At some point, his fully hard cock, stiff with blood, rubs against my ass through his underwear,

but I can’t grab it to stroke him,

I can’t suck him off,

so all I can do is

grind back against him,

subtly.

I

can’t do anything.

“Phuh… Hah…! Haah…!”

“…Just put the hairdryer down. Or drop it on the floor. You’re not even using it now.”

“The hair… Ah, ngh…”

“Still, I’m glad you seem to be enjoying it. I was a little worried you’d hate it.”

“……”

“…Ah, I wasn’t supposed to do this.”

“…Don’t. It’s… ngh… embarrassing to hear…”

“Okay. Okay. Seeing how red your face is, I guess it’s true. I’ll be careful.”

Thud. After tossing the hairdryer onto the nearby table, Woojin immediately bites my ear.

Something about how it’s gross because of saliva,

not to leave marks,

what would we do if Unnie found out—

I think I whined things like that, but

by the time I regain my senses, he’s already holding my cheek and chin in one hand, kissing me again.

The sound filling my ears isn’t complaints—just the wet, sloppy noise of kissing.

…Ah,

no.

The sound of kissing, echoing directly in my head from inside my mouth.

Not in my ears.

Right.

“………Ngh… Chueup… Pfuh……”

One unsteady step with my trembling legs.

Then another step back as I try to regain my balance.

Trapped in his tight embrace with no way to escape, I squirm uselessly and surrender my whole body to him.

The kissing is one thing,

but Woojin’s fingers, thrusting deep into my… walls…

feel weirdly good,

so much that it’s hard to stand on just my legs.

It’s completely different from using my own fingers.

No—that’s wrong.

Of course, his fingers are longer and thicker because he’s a guy, but…

How should I put it?

It’s like he knows where I’d feel the best and is stimulating me there.

Or maybe it’s more like he’s forcing pleasure on me even though I don’t want it.

That kind of feeling.

It’s completely different.

“Ngh… Pfuh… Pffuh…”

My ragged breathing and clumsy kissing,

combined with Woojin’s roughness, leave a trail of saliva sliding down my cheek.

…Ugh. Gross.

Even as I think that, my hand is desperately clawing at Woojin’s wrist near my clit.

Like last time in my room, my lips are sealed shut,

so I can’t tell him to stop,

to please stop—

all I can do is

obediently swallow his spit.

Because his fingers keep rubbing and teasing just the right spots,

I feel like I’m about to cum any—

“………Nghk… ………♡”

—second now.

Phut, pyuut.

All I can do is squeeze my thighs and keep scratching at Woojin’s wrist.

“Ngh, ngh…! ……Ngh…?!”

I already came. I came, okay?

Not giving me any time to rest and just rubbing my walls like that is cheating.

If you keep going, a girl will just… cum again… You idiot.

If this keeps up, my brain’s really going to break.

Please.

Please…

Just as my pale, gamer hands—used to nothing but staying holed up at home—are raking over his veiny wrist,

Woojin’s lips pull away.

…And I

can’t say anything.

“…Hey. Lee Jiyoon.”

“…Hah… Haeh… …Hek…”

“Lee Jiyoon.”

“…Haeh…? Hah…?”

“Do we… have to practice the gentle stuff?”

“…”

His cock,

so much harder than before,

pressing insistently against my ass like he wants to shove it in right now—

when he says that,

even if his IQ is at animal level,

…as long as he’s female,

“…Do we really need the teasing?”

“…”

There’s no way I wouldn’t understand what he means.