episode_0156

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After Seo Woo-jin left.

Staggering in with just a towel, I began scrubbing the bedroom floor soiled with arousal fluids.

…It wasn’t from hours of diligent masturbation,

but simply the result of feeling everything so intensely after being discarded by my Master.

Though it’s true that my brain nearly broke from the dizzying pleasure,

lingering in the afterglow all night would make me seem utterly pathetic now.

I mean, since Woo-jin abandoned me, does this mean I’m done for…?

From now on, I’ll probably just masturbate to the photos he gave me…

Couldn’t even fulfill my role as his convenient outlet for sexual urges anymore.

“…I’m ruined. Heheh.”

Even if it’s painful right now, someday he’ll gag me as I scream in protest and fuck me raw.

Someday, he’ll thrust into me all night bare, even if I hand him a pierced condom, begging him to use it under the pretense of danger.

Someday, he might discipline me step by step if my attitude displeases him.

All the future I dreamed of every night, pulling the blanket up to my chin—now meaningless.

All that’s left is this used body that men supposedly despise.

First kiss.

First fellatio.

First facesitting.

First sex.

…And even that first sex, where I fell completely for a cock just over 20cm—monstrously thick.

This used body had experienced it all.

Sigh…

They should lock up things like this until the end, not release them into society. You idiot.

What if some naive man gets hurt by someone like you? Not the trashy guys who shove their dicks deep into one woman before making another swallow their cum.

The moment he pulls down his pants,

Huh? Why is it only this much?

My ex was way thicker and harder than this.

Wait… Is this really all you’ve got when hard?

Pfft. Don’t lie. You’re telling me this is average?

A real male should be able to pound me hard enough to make sounds up to my navel, shouldn’t he?

My ex could do that.

Besides, every time we had sex, he’d go at it fiercely for five hours straight—

I can’t say things like that, right?

Pant pant “Yozora-chan, feeling good too?”

To that kind of question,

“Mhmm~ Feels good~”

“My face doesn’t show much usually~”

Lies like that—living that way isn’t my style.

Well,

if a man were that inadequate, I wouldn’t even let him touch my body, let alone share drinks.

The day Woo-jin joined our villain alliance,

I only drank with you alone like that.

“Should I kneel and beg for forgiveness…? Or maybe buy myself a giant dildo…”

Now that my voucher of ‘I don’t even know what a dick is yet’ is gone, it’s fine if I masturbate with a dildo while thinking of my former Master, right?

With a self-deprecating laugh, I continue my maid-like scrubbing.

Ahh. I’m ruined.

How am I supposed to find a new Master now?

Should I wander the subways like I did in Japan?

…A nice-looking Master like my first, with a huge cock to boot.

And one whose libido is insatiable, showing no signs of drying up.

Do Masters like that even exist in Korea?

From my experience, most Japanese men are herbivores.

So I’d prefer to find a Korean if possible.

But if I strike out a few more times and get mistaken for a serial killer,

I might have to study English or Chinese…

Khtsso~ Stretching, I half-jokingly mutter as my native speech starts feeling awkward.

Brushing aside the beautiful black hair tickling my cheeks, I stagger over to grab my phone from the table.

I’m not delusional enough to seriously gamble on that 0.00001% odds, so finding a new Master is on hold for now.

Instead—dildo, dildo—humming to myself, I finally tap the screen, though briefly.

Suddenly curious, I open KakaoTalk instead of my browser.

Woo-jin got angry because of what happened with Sua-chan, right?

Surely I can ask what happened?

Hmm…

“Sua-chan~”

I send it, but no reply.

The [1] beside it doesn’t disappear.

Sua-chan. Sua-chan.

Three minutes later, I send it again. Still nothing.

The [1] remains unchanged.

“If you keep ignoring me, I’ll cry~”

I weaponize my position as her only friend and send another. No response.

Looking at past chats, she usually replied within 30 seconds, never making me wait even a minute.

Yet today, it’s strangely delayed.

“…Ah.”

She must be too busy to check her phone.

Making the obvious conclusion, I lie on the sofa reeking of female arousal and start searching for dildos.

…Well,

the reason she’s not responding—

is pretty obvious.

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Flicker, flicker.

Between my slowly blinking eyelids, the pitch-black irises of my teacher come into focus.

As countless people say—the eyes are the window to the soul.

Meaning, what stands before me is his true self.

“…Say it again.” “…Huh?” “What you just said. Repeat it.”

His voice is calm, if anything.

But his eyes tell a different story.

…He’s extremely agitated.

Like the first day we became sex partners,

when he ruthlessly shoved his cock into Yozora, who didn’t resist at all.

Like when he forced his near-climax dick into my silently trembling mouth.

His pupils are trembling, burning.

I—I just said I wanted to stop being sex partners…

Why are you this worked up,

Sensei?

I didn’t even say anything lewd…?

“Then, starting from where…?” “The beginning.”

Despite the sound of approaching footsteps, he doesn’t glance to either side as he speaks.

Even as someone carrying a small bag walks past—perhaps returning from a convenience store—

Even as the crinkling of the bag fills the quiet alley,

he presses me against the cold wall, urging my answer.

…If I weren’t clinging tightly to him,

you’d have been reported as a rapist to 112 by now, Sensei.

Right now,

people probably just see us as a couple whispering sweet nothings,

so they won’t pay much attention.

But one problem remains:

“…Can I say it quietly? There are people over there…” “That’s why I’m this close.”

Though my voice pleads for quiet,

his—a carefully restrained, straining growl—

could erupt any second.

I don’t know how to handle this excitement of yours…

This is troublesome.

“…R-Really…? Should I say it…?” “Do it. Quick.”

Saying it once already led to this. Will repeating it really be okay?

Something bad will happen—

no, something really bad, I’m sure.

“…If you keep having s-sex… with me…”

Something bad.

Something extremely bad is about to happen.

“…You’ll never be satisfied with your girlfriend…”

Yet even knowing that,

still clinging tightly to him,

I carefully let the words slip out.

…The reason?

Well.

I’m not sure either.

But if I had to find one,

maybe it’s because I’ve been inhaling his intoxicating scent

while holding onto him.

“With you—I wouldn’t be satisfied?” “…Yes.”

He repeats my words, chewing over each syllable.

Just as I’m filing away that spine-chilling baritone into my masturbation-worthy memory bank,

the same voice—

no, now unmistakably on the verge of exploding—

comes even closer.

“Han Sua. You understand what those words mean, right?” “…Huh?” “You’re bragging that your body turns me on more than Yozora’s. …In your own words.” “N-No, that’s not… Wait…!”

Don’t say something so obscene.

Because I’m way too weak to pleasure.

Too embarrassed to admit it outright, I desperately spin excuses.

I could live just fine with masturbation…

But now, my overexcited teacher drags me by the wrist somewhere.

…Our destination?

My apartment entrance.

No—

further inside.

The elevator.

Walking in with him,

I—

“Se-Sensei…?”

Moments after the elevator doors close on the first floor,

“Don’t. Here… outside…”

I’m shoved against the wall,

“…Mm…, …nh, mh…”

Sticky,

“…Hn…, …b, ngh…”

saliva

mixes between us.

“…Pwah…! What if someone sees…! And the CCTV…!” “If they don’t see, it’s fine?” “That’s not what I meant…!”

No sex.

If we grind against each other like in the nurse’s office, I might… really fall into sex addiction.

But,

kissing…?

…Is… that okay?

It doesn’t feel so good that I’d worry about addiction…

Just, how do I put it?

Makes my head fuzzy?

That’s about it?

This should be fine, right?

Masturbation feels better than this anyway…

Yeah.

“…Look up. Stop panting like you’re dazed.” “…”

See?

You’re saying the same thing.

As I tilt my head slightly, he starts playing with my tongue again.

Tugging, as if to say Move with me.

Then pausing, as if amused by my efforts.

And when I try to pull away, annoyed by his selfishness…

…Without permission.

He gropes my breasts.

Through my shirt, he tries to push my bra down—doing all sorts of sly things.

Then starts teasing my stiffening nipples with his fingertips.

…Hey,

we’re in an elevator.

Worst case, we might run into neighbors I’ve exchanged greetings with before.

If rumors start spreading—That girl got all hot with her boyfriend in the elevator—

will you take responsibility, Sensei?

Or the security guard currently clicking his tongue at the CCTV footage?

And if we meet some auntie taking a break after her shift when the elevator arrives—what will you say then?

“…So this is what you meant? That you turn me on more than Yozora?” “N-No… Yozora is cute, okay…?” “Her height? Her chest? Her voice?” “Y-Yes, ah—… All of it, she’s cute… Even when her Korean was bad…” “She’s shorter than you, so fucking her is awkward. Her chest is small compared to yours. And her voice—less ‘pretty,’ more ‘bratty,’ right?” “No, no! That’s a weird—… Stop…” “It’s not weird. …Because sex with you was way better than with her.” “…”

…Hey.

Other than wanting to fuck me,

do you ever think about anything else,

Sensei?