episode_0184

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A physique 20 centimeters taller than mine.

Not the kind that gives off a warm, friendly vibe— or a cute one, for that matter.

Far from those images, a solid, sturdy body.

Drawn to it, forcibly, I’m pulled toward the bed.

“…Ah.”

Bigger than mine. Rougher than mine. Hotter than mine. Darker in color than mine.

Woojin’s hand.

…Rather than treating him like a younger brother, it suits him better to be called… “oppa.”

A hand like that.

Held without any resistance, less like force and more like silent permission, I’m led to the bed.

“Earlier, you asked me to treat you just as a junior, and now you want me to be rough with you?”

A voice tinged with amusement.

“Why the sudden change? Last time, you said you didn’t like being treated like a noona, and you hated calling me ‘oppa.’”

A whisper.

A low, clean tone, laced with… leisure.

“……Did seeing Jiyun earlier make you feel threatened?”

“Ah, no? It’s not like that…”

“Then why?”

“…I-I just… thought you might like it…”

“…Ah, you thought I’d like it.”

“….”

“You thought… I’d like it.”

And then, a voice dropping as he pulls my wrist.

That voice… …happens to be exactly my type.

Every time I hear it, my heart makes an embarrassing sound.

Because it’s a voice much closer to “oppa” than “little brother.”

A voice that fits perfectly when I call him “oppa.”

A voice closer to “man” or “male.”

“Hayoon.”

But, he—

“…It’s fine.”

“…Huh?”

“I don’t like forcing myself to match someone else’s preferences either.”

Instead of closing the distance to devour me, he maintains a subtle space and reverts to being a younger brother.

Pounced on— No, this time, truly wrecked—

Gently stroking my head, filled with shameful delusions.

“Huu….”

“….”

Pulling my lower stomach with one arm, he lies down on the bed with me.

…Just like, perfectly ordinary lovers.

“Hey. Lee Hayoon.”

“…Yes, yessir.”

“…You don’t have to pretend to like things you dislike just to match my tastes.”

“…Dislike?”

On the bed now dyed crimson.

Held tightly like a doll, I receive a whisper from him.

“Yeah. Hayoon, you don’t really like it when I handle you roughly, do you?”

“…Ah…?”

“Last time we went to see a movie together, too… It was more like, ‘Fine, I’ll let you win this time, noona.’”

“….”

Had I really acted in a way that made him think that?

I frantically sift through my hazy memories, but I’m not sure.

I don’t dislike it.

In fact, my preferences lean closer… to that.

But saying something like, “I want you to do a rape play with me!” would be way too weird.

I press my lips together slowly, trying to think of a better response.

Well, it’s not like there’s a better answer than just being honest.

“First of all, you don’t even know what I’d actually want to do.”

“….”

…Is that so?

Now that I think about it, I really… don’t know much.

Woojin gets turned on when I call him “oppa.” That’s about the extent of my knowledge.

But does that mean Woojin actually has extreme preferences?

Am I overinterpreting?

…From the way he talks, it doesn’t seem like he’s uninterested.

But to what extent— I still don’t know.

“So let’s stop this conversation here.”

“….”

“Huu… So this is why you dug out your high school uniform. Annoying. Sorry about that.”

His voice stretches out oddly, more than before.

When I turn my head, I see Seo Woojin with tired, half-lidded eyes.

No, now he’s practically burying his face into my shoulder, rubbing against it.

…Like some kind of big dog.

With that fleeting thought, I start to relax like Woojin—

“….”

…It’s not even evening yet, so why is he so tired?

My focus shifts to that.

And what comes to mind is—

What was Woojin doing before he came here?

What sounds had come from Jiyun’s room earlier?

…And,

the three damp condoms I’d just thrown into my trash can.

“….”

…Ah.

That kind of meaning.

“…Hey. Seo Woo…jin.”

“I’m listening.”

“…You said I don’t know your preferences well, right?”

“…Yeah.”

Not just a doll in a school uniform, but person to person.

Unlike me, fully clothed, Woojin’s bare waist is exposed as I wrap my arm around him the same way.

“…Tell me. Your preferences.”

“….”

“I’ll just… learn them…”

“….”

“I-if there’s any overlap… it’d be good…”

Slowly.

Woojin meets my gaze.

“I-if it’s something really weird, I’ll outright say I don’t like it…!”

“…Weird, huh. Like what?”

“A-anal is absolutely out! And also… there are other fetishes I don’t like…”

“….”

“…Just tell me first. ……Your preferences…”

“….”

“If it’s something you can do to me, I’ll… allow it…”

…It suddenly occurs to me.

Even though he’d been acting exhausted just moments ago,

Woojin hasn’t rubbed his eyes even once.

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“Hey, Woojin……, …Hhk?! W-wait… Stop with the fingers….”

I thought wrong.

I shouldn’t have just thought about what Woojin would like—

I should’ve thought about myself a little, too.

“…You said this much was fine, right? Or not?”

“Y-yeah. That’s right… but…?!”

After a brief confession.

…Everything Woojin said.

The things that aligned with my preferences.

The things that slightly differed from mine.

…What would happen if he actually did them?

Even the way my heart pounded in anticipation.

Instead of shaking my head side to side,

I nodded eagerly,

causing my thighs to tremble uncontrollably.

“It’s just fingers for now, Hayoon.”

“Hah… Hah… Nngh…!”

“Earlier, you said… you’d like it if I pounded into you with everything I’ve got.”

“But this is… just fingers…”

“Exactly. Just fingers, like you said. For now.”

“Hyaa…, Ngh?! Nn…! P-please, stohp….”

If it were the usual Woojin, he’d have given me a break by now.

…No, wait. That’s not right.

He’d have forced me to climax despite my protests,

just to watch me squirm.

Like now.

“I’m gonna… cum… I’m… gonna…!”

Right before I could,

he’d pull his slick fingers out of my clit,

just barely.

“…Woojin. Woojinaaa….”

“We agreed you’d use honorifics, right?”

“…Oppa… Senpai… Please… your fingers…”

“…How do you want me to do it?”

…Watching me shudder helplessly.

Instead of waiting for the wetness to drip from my soaked insides,

“…My clit… rub it….”

“Like this?”

“Nn… Don’t tease… Just… a little harder…”

“….”

Instead of rubbing my clit with just enough pressure to never satisfy me,

he could’ve just let me go.

Letting my hips jerk as I soaked the floor.

Whispering sweetly in my ear that it was okay to cum.

But instead…

Because Woojin wanted to see my desperate expression…

Ugh…

“Hah… Hah…”

The high school uniform, drenched in the scent of air freshener.

His hand, wet with my fluids, brushes against the plaid skirt.

…I hadn’t even given permission.

As if using it like a towel to wipe his own hand.

“….”

Far from being upset,

I swallow hard, staring down at him.

…I’m a little,

disgusted with myself.

“……! …Hh, ngh!”

Right on the edge but never allowed to fall.

Catching my breath in the lingering tension,

Woojin pulls my slipping waist back into place.

…The edge of the bed.

Seated comfortably between Woojin’s legs,

like a little sister nestled in her oppa’s arms.

With one of his arms draped over my legs, pinning them,

my knees pulled up to my chest,

I can’t help but let out another shameless moan.

Because that bastard—

…Keeps stroking my clit so gently…

“You don’t like this?”

“…I-I dunnoaa… Stop teasing meee…”

“Weird way to say it. ‘I don’t know,’ but ‘stop teasing me.’”

“Tch…, Ngh?! Ugh…….”

“…Then what, should I finger you deeper?”

“Hhk…, Hiiieek……..”

Seo Woojin, locking my knees in place with one firm arm.

His fingers caress my entrance gently before carefully slipping inside, probing wetly.

Unlike when I touch myself, just one finger.

Longer and thicker than mine, but still just one finger.

Yet, as if he knows all my weak spots, he breaks me down perfectly without even going deep.

No. No. I try to protest,

but soon enough, sweet moans spill out instead.

My thighs quiver as I bite down hard.

Until finally,

tongue lolling out,

Hah,

Hah,

Hah.

Panting like a dog.

…But.

“…See? My fingers?”

“Haaa…, Hah….”

He never.

Lets me reach the end.

Even if I try to collapse and crawl away.

Even if I stretch my arms out desperately.

Just barely out of reach.

When I start rocking my hips, thinking just a little more will do it, he pulls out without hesitation.

Leaving me to simmer in the sticky heat until it fades.

Even.

“Jiyun wasn’t even this bad.”

“…Don’t talk about her….”

While we’re tangled together.

Bringing up his little sister.

“You were the one who asked earlier. …What I did with Jiyun in that room.”

“….”

Before he started touching me.

Reminding me of the conversation we had while lying on the bed.

“…We did this. Because Jiyun asked me to.”

“….”

“And there’s more where that came from…”

“….”

“Wanna hear?”

He.

Nails me in place so I can’t run.

…Since I was the one who asked,

it’s obvious why, isn’t it?

So,

I ask back honestly.

“…How was Jiyun?”

“What about? Her reactions?”

…Yeah.”

“Hm. Not bad… I guess?”

“She doesn’t seem like the type to like this stuff…”

“She didn’t. …So she got back at me by teasing me too.”

“…Teasing?”

“There are ways for her to move too, not just me.”

Jealousy.

Inferiority.

Possessiveness.

Any of those emotions would fit.

But now,

no need to hide them.

Leaning the back of my head against Seo Woojin’s chest, I murmur quietly.

“…Then keep going… Until you’re satisfied.”

“…I was going to anyway, Hayoon. Your permission doesn’t matter.”

I can make you feel way better than Jiyun ever could.

Those rough preferences you just revealed? I can handle all of them.

“So you’re saying… you’ll rape me. Senpai.”

“Don’t care. …You said you wanted to try rape play earlier.”

Instead of familiar affection,

a gaze full of unfamiliar lust.

…Do whatever you want, senpai.

I like your preferences too.

Even though I’ve been toyed with like some amusing plaything,

like a dog wagging its tail at its owner,

I obediently.

“….”

Stick out my saliva-coated tongue.