episode_0143

#143

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“Good work today.”

After dropping the kids off at the dorm, Sarang and I stepped out for some fresh air.

Though we said it was for fresh air, our destination was already decided.

A love hotel.

Lately, we’ve been going almost every other day. Most of the time, it’s Sarang’s idea.

Today was no different.

“Yeah. You too, Oppa. …You worked hard.”

“You look a little pale.”

“Huh? Oh, no! I’m fine.”

“Alright….”

I had a rough idea why she looked off.

Ever since the interview earlier, her expression had been strained.

She avoided eye contact whenever I glanced at her.

Her face looked uncomfortable, like she was in pain somewhere.

As for why… I think I had an inkling.

“Oppa.”

“Yeah?”

“……You’ll do well today, right?”

She meant sex.

Sarang had never said anything like this before.

She must still be conscious about it.

About Han Myung-soo.

I came prepared today too. Hearing her words made me properly hard, and I even brought condoms that slightly dulled the sensation.

Today was the day—we’d finally have proper sex.

And today, I’d erase Han Myung-soo from Sarang’s mind.

With that thought, we headed to the love hotel again.

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“Then, I’m putting it in?”

“Mmm….”

Oppa climbed on top of me and started rubbing his cock against my pussy.

Ah… If he keeps doing that, he’ll finish too quickly.

I’m a little worried.

Today, more than usual, it feels like Oppa came fully prepared.

He even seems a bit overly confident.

But the more that’s the case, the worse it usually goes—something I instinctively knew.

“Hgh….”

He rubbed his cock near my entrance, searching for the right spot.

Whenever my clit barely brushes against him, I feel a slight sensation.

“Hngh…! Mmm…! Faster…!”

I purposely moaned loudly to hurry him along.

Quick.

Put it in already, Oppa.

I hugged him closer, kissed him.

I’d tried everything to get him excited.

But every time I held him, I couldn’t help but think something else.

‘……He’s small.’

Not in height. But his frame was small.

No thick torso, no broad shoulders. Not even much muscle.

Just a skinny, average body.

Compared to Papa… it was pathetically frail.

Mmm. No.

I swore I wouldn’t think about Papa anymore. I’d decided that.

I’d been forcing myself to forget, pretending he didn’t exist.

But today… during the interview, I accidentally remembered.

When they asked about my first time.

Papa’s face immediately flashed in my mind.

I’d been forgetting.

Erasing it.

But that face came back, along with the memories of that day.

And… the hollow, unsatisfied ache in my stomach.

Back then, I was full.

Pressed down so hard I couldn’t move.

It hurt so much I thought my stomach would tear.

‘Ah….’

The more I talked in the interview, the more those memories, those sensations, resurfaced.

I shouldn’t. Oppa’s right here.

I couldn’t say it honestly.

I thought about lying.

But I couldn’t lie about Papa.

So I sent Oppa away.

If he didn’t hear, it’d be fine.

Just this once.

Just this once, for work.

Just talking about it.

Just… saying what I remembered.

‘It’ll be fine.’

I relived those memories.

The feeling of that day.

The pain of that day.

The pleasure of that day—I described it all in front of the camera.

And my body reacted immediately.

Even now, with Oppa rubbing against me, not a single drop of wetness comes out.

But during the interview, just remembering that day made my panties soak.

When I stood up, I was worried the chair might be wet… That’s how much I dripped.

My heart races, my stomach twists.

Once it gets like this, I can’t help but feel it.

My body… still remembers that day.

This memory… I’ll never be able to erase it.

“I’m going in.”

Squelch…

Oppa’s cock slips inside me.

I could tell he’d prepared. It was much firmer than yesterday. The size, though… I couldn’t tell.

But still.

‘……Not enough.’

No feeling of being filled to the brim.

No sensation of my walls stretching wide.

It doesn’t even reach halfway, let alone my cervix.

And most of all—it didn’t feel good.

“How is it, Sarang? Hmm?”

Oppa asks.

Of course, I act.

“Hngh… Mmm… Feels good… Ah. Right there….”

I mix in a few breathy moans, and Oppa starts thrusting harder.

Creak, creak, creak, creak.

The sound of the old hotel bed shaking.

Oppa moved his hips frantically, but I felt nothing.

If it were Papa…

Would it have been different with Papa?

‘What am I even thinking…?’

I shake my head, trying to forget, but the thoughts keep coming.

Papa would’ve reached deep inside.

He would’ve found the exact spot that makes me feel good.

And… he would’ve driven me insane with pleasure.

The number of times Oppa and I have had sex has long surpassed what I did with Papa.

But even now, Oppa still hasn’t figured out where I like to be touched.

Maybe it’s natural.

Because it’s a place his cock can’t even reach.

“Hgh…! I’m cumming…!!”

“Mmm…! Cum for me, Oppa…!”

Oppa’s hips stutter as he spills inside me, then collapses on top of me.

“Hah…! Hah…!”

He breathes heavily, like he’s exhausted.

I hug him.

“You worked hard….”

The words “It felt good” never came out.

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“Sniff….”

After that, I hoped he’d go for another round.

I tried seducing him, even bringing up other guys he liked, anything to get him hard again—but it was useless.

Average penetration time: 30 seconds.

Once he cums, that’s it for the day.

Sex with Oppa was always like this.

Lying next to him as he slept, I touched myself.

My breasts, my pussy.

“Hah… Ngh….”

I even slipped fingers inside, moving them desperately.

“Hngh…! Mmm…!”

They’re about the same size as Oppa’s cock, but somehow, fingers feel better.

It couldn’t be helped. Oppa just wasn’t good at it…

“Hngh…!!”

In the end, with my loving boyfriend right beside me, I got myself off alone.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve done this.

My body still screams that something’s missing.

“Hah….”

But what else can I do?

I still love Oppa.

No other man interests me.

He’s my hard-won first love—I can’t ruin it over something as shallow as physical satisfaction.

‘This is enough.’

I’m still a good girlfriend, right?

Oppa’s pleasure matters more than mine.

If he enjoyed himself, that’s enough.

“……Papa.”

‘Ah.’

I clap a hand over my mouth.

He couldn’t have heard, right?

“Sniff… Sniff….”

I sit up, checking his face. Wave a hand in front of his eyes. No reaction—thank god.

“Phew….”

‘Why now…? Why’d I suddenly think of him?’

No matter how hard I try to forget, the memories won’t fade.

I… kinda expected this.

Loving Oppa is one thing, but the memories with Papa kept resurfacing.

That’s why I deleted Papa’s contact.

Erased every possible record, every way to reach him.

His number… I don’t even remember it now.

I cut off any chance of seeing him again.

I was scared he might come looking for me as a fan, but thankfully, he never did.

Well, I did betray him… Can’t blame him if he’s not my fan anymore.

Yeah. This is fine.

Even if I miss Papa, there’s no way to see him now. That’s a relief.

Oppa can rest easy too.

“Ah….”

‘Can’t sleep.’

I get up and head to the chair and table where our bags are. My phone’s in my bag.

While rummaging through it, I spot Oppa’s things.

Phone, wallet, car keys. That’s it.

Simple.

‘Let me take a peek.’

His phone’s locked, so no luck there.

How about his wallet?

Who knows? Maybe there’s an old photo of him.

If I find one, I’ll take a picture.

His wallet’s worn out, stuffed with cards and business haphazardly.

Proof of how hard he works, I guess.

‘How many business cards…?’

I pull a few out to look.

Most are broadcasting staff, event planners, clients—all work-related.

Except for one.

**”Nara Investment Securities”**

**”Department Head Han Myung-soo”**

“Ah……….”

And of course, a phone number was written on it.