episode_0138

…What the hell.

What on earth was that just now?

If you think about it, it’s no different from masturbating.

It was just… frustrating, teasing me until I was desperate,

and then making me feel good for just a second.

But then, why?

Why did it feel this good?

“…Hah…, haah….”

Huff, pant.

With my face buried in Seo Woojin’s bed, I gasp for air as I try to piece together what happened.

One thing’s for sure—it felt incredibly good.

But,

my mind went blank for a moment, so the finer details—how good it felt,

where he touched to make me feel that way—are all fuzzy.

…Even if I include my middle school and high school years, I’ve never felt this good from masturbating.

Just where did he touch?

“…Nghhk….”

…Ugh. Fuck….

I can’t exactly ask him outright, either.

I’m not entirely sure,

but maybe if I push my fingers in this far—

Squish….

Press….

“Nghh…. Ugh….”

No.

This isn’t bad, but it’s nowhere near as good as what Woojin just did.

When he pressed his fingers in like that, my vision actually went white.

Then what the hell was the reason?

The mood?

The person?

Technique…?

Honestly, I don’t know enough to rule that out.

Ah. Maybe because his fingers are thicker and longer than mine?

But it’s not like he shoved them all the way in and just started stirring.

Then what was it?

…Could it be,

that the whole “teasing” thing he just blurted out without thinking was that effective?

“…Phew….”

This is stupid.

Sure, I can buy that it felt good.

But there’s no way something like that could make me feel this good, right?

This isn’t some porn comic or video.

It’s not like I rubbed some aphrodisiac on myself.

And it’s not like I’m some masochist like Lee Hayoon, getting off on being teased like this.

…No way.

No way.

“…Thought I stocked up a lot. There’s barely any left.”

“…”

Maybe I should test it out a little when I get home.

Lost in thought, I gulp down saliva as my ears twitch reflexively.

The voice that had been shoved into my ears over and over just now echoes from afar.

“Must’ve used a lot with Noona yesterday.”

“…”

My back jerks at the sound of that voice, followed by a light sigh.

Somehow, it reminds me of when I was on my knees earlier, giving him head, and it’s weirdly arousing.

Just as I’m about to secretly touch myself near my clit to relieve the tension—

…Thud.

The sound of a drawer closing.

“Well, it’s just practice.”

“…”

Slowly.

Slowly.

A presence far larger than mine gradually approaches.

“…This side of the bed is all wet.”

“…”

“Guess it doesn’t matter if I think about it later.”

The bed creaks.

The rustling sound quickly gets closer.

Against my trembling thighs—

I feel the faint warmth of someone else’s body.

Tap.

Next to my face, buried deep in the pillow—

A square, pitch-black object…

…One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

And—

already torn open, with two condoms spilling out—

a fifth condom box.

Plop, plop onto the bed beside me.

…You’ve got to be kidding me.

Didn’t you just say you were running low?

Then why the hell did you bring five?

Just how much did you go at it with Hayoon?!

…This is ridiculous.

You’re lying about only hearing it over the phone, right?

Common sense says you couldn’t have been fucking and cumming into Noona the entire call.

There must’ve been foreplay mixed in, which is why it was noisy for so long.

Then again, guys do have this weird habit of flexing their pride over the dumbest things.

If I think back to when we practiced last time, you probably only used two boxes at most.

But if you’re seriously planning to use all of these…

You’re a monster.

A cum monster.

“You good now? You look better than before.”

“…”

A quick glance confirms the object has “0.01” printed boldly on it.

The letters “XXL” bragging on the side are just a bonus.

…It reminds me of that secret practice we did in my room last time.

…It makes me imagine what would happen if you actually used all of them.

…For some reason, I’m suddenly insanely embarrassed.

I can’t even talk—just bury my face back into the pillow.

“Jiyoon-ah?”

“…”

“Lee Jiyoon.”

“…”

But I don’t get a second to collect myself.

Woojin’s voice, clearly way too turned on for just “practice,” is already pounding against my eardrums.

…Just put on the damn condom and start fucking me already.

Then I could’ve just casually said, “Noona wouldn’t like this kind of sex, she’d prefer this,” and played it off like it was nothing.

Jerk.

No tact at all.

If you see me embarrassed, just leave me alone.

“You’re not asleep. Answer me.”

“…What.”

“Before we start, we should talk about how you want to do it.”

“…Just stick it in and move. Idiot….”

“You were the one who said we should practice what Noona likes. You’re the dumbass here.”

“…”

The warmth that had only faintly brushed against my thigh now presses down with weight.

Now, the heat against my skin is much clearer than before.

It’s warm.

And—

hot.

…Pressing against my ass.

So hot it’s hard to believe we’re the same species.

“So? How do you want it? Just rougher? You decide.”

“…You can do rough?”

You? Mr. Soft-and-Gentle?

I snort, laughing at the absurdity, but then a large hand slaps onto my ass.

For a second, I think he’s about to leave a mark, but thankfully, that’s not it.

He just kneads my ass, and when that’s not enough, he spreads me without permission.

Sure, he probably saw everything the first time we practiced,

and this position naturally exposes me anyway, but—

A quiet shame floods me, my ears burning.

“Why not? I wasn’t exactly gentle the first time we practiced, was I?”

“…Pfft. You think that counts? Hayoon’s just too shy to say it—she’d love being treated like a fleshlight.”

“…Then how rough should I be?”

“Noona always wears her hair up, so yank it hard while you fuck her… And she’d probably like some dirty talk too.”

I’m just spouting nonsense out of embarrassment, but Woojin doesn’t stop there.

Like pressing his cock—there—against my ass.

Or when I clench my cheeks and glare at him to stop, he finally pulls his hand away.

Then, with the same hand—

“Like this?”

“Ngh…! …Yeah. That’s the idea.”

“…”

“You gotta grab all the way to the roots so it doesn’t hurt… Yeah. Like th—ngh…!”

Yank.

My shoulder-length hair—

way shorter than Noona’s—

…is pulled like a leash,

forcing my head up.

Or when he grinds his bare cock against my pussy,

no condom, just raw friction.

It’s less “rough” and more…

“I could do this much.”

It’s so ridiculous I almost laugh,

…but my heart’s pounding like crazy.

Not because I’m into this or anything.

It’s just—Noona hasn’t even done it with her boyfriend yet, but I’m the one doing it first.

Like I stole his first time, not her.

“…This isn’t hard at all. You’re saying some dirty talk would help too, right?”

“…I asked if you could do it.”

“First time might be awkward… But I’ll get better with practice.”

“…”

“…Wanna lift your hips? Or should I just take you like this?”

“I-I’ll lift, so move for a sec… And, uh….”

Woojin shifts off me, pulling his knees up and reaching for the condoms.

There’s already one torn open, so of course he’d have one in hand,

but that’s not the point.

“…Dumbass. You’re gonna have to make Noona put it on you too.”

“…”

“…Noona would love this kind of thing.”

Contrary to expectations, the condom doesn’t have any fruity flavor.

After checking the direction, I take it in my mouth and move toward Woojin’s cock.

“…Huff… Ugh. Fuck. My jaw….”

“Just use your hands if it’s hard.”

“…I’ll do it my way. Shut up.”

…It’s easy enough to cover the head with just my lips.

But maybe because I’ve only seen this and never done it—

things don’t go smoothly.

I pull the condom down slightly with my fingers,

then finally manage to roll it all the way down.

Right as I finish—

“…Mm, mmph!”

“…What?”

“Mm—! Mmm!”

Still holding his cock in my mouth,

I frantically point at my head with my fingers.

You pull it. Don’t just watch.

His hands, which had been bracing against the bed, finally grab my head.

At first, I worry he’s being too gentle,

but thankfully, I was wrong.

…His huge hand cups the back of my head,

pushing me down until I can’t take any more.

Until my face is slammed into his groin.

Violently—

the word fits too well.

“…Fuck. Shit….”

“…Cough… Hack….”

…Pfft.

Your dirty talk sucks.

But your voice is decent, so while Noona might disagree, I’ll let it slide.

I spit out his cock, then drool on it to make it even slicker.

Tears still spill when the head hits my throat, but I can take half of it now without gagging…

A little more practice, and deepthroating might actually be possible.

And that too—

“Hey. Look up.”

“…Yeah.”

“Say, ‘Please fuck me while I’m on my stomach.’”

“…Noona wouldn’t like that, she’d prefer—”

“Say it. Lee Jiyoon. Lift your ass so I can fuck you now.”

“…Call me Hayoon. I’m playing Noona’s role—”

“Say it. Now, you little shit.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…Fuck me.”

Before our adorable Noona—

I’ll do it first.

“Politely.”

“…Please… fuck me….”

“Where?”

“…”

“…Don’t just spread yourself with your fingers. Say it.”

“…My pussy. …Dumbass.”

Someday, when we’re both in front of Woojin,

and I teach her, “This is how you deepthroat,”

I wonder what face she’ll make—

But long before that…

I’ll do it first.