episode_0202

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Probably about 30 minutes.

Wiggling my toes, I must have been panting in pleasure.

“Mmh…!”

Squelch—

With a sound like scraping wet jelly, the eerie, squirming sensation that had filled my lower belly disappears.

“Ngh…”

…A satisfaction so overwhelming that all I can do is stare blankly at the ceiling, gasping for breath after being devoured—no, violated—by Woojin.

And then, inevitably, a fingernail-sized emptiness creeps in.

As I flinch and lower my gaze, the hideous thing that ruined me so thoroughly comes into view.

“Hahh…! Hahh……!”

Even though it had already savored every inch of me, it still wasn’t satisfied with just that one time.

Still stiff, engorged with blood, drenched to the root in slick arousal, veins bulging grotesquely—

Woojin’s cock… that is.

At first, I remember being shocked that it could even get this big.

But after mixing bodies so many times, now, even if Woojin playfully shoves it in my face, I don’t panic—I just gulp down my saliva.

If he presses it firmly against my entrance, or lays it on my lower belly and taps it lightly, the pleasure carved into my body resurfaces, slowly making me wet…

Bad cock.

…But.

“Huu… Hah… Hah…”

Just moments ago, I was only catching my breath, satisfied and full.

Yet now, seeing that condom next to his cock—

It’s a little different from what I expected.

The worry that had settled in a corner of my mind floods back in.

“…Are you okay?”

“…Yeah. It was really good, ah…”

“…Glad to hear that. I thought about stopping halfway.”

What I see now is the same—a condom filled to the brim with cum at the tip.

Woojin’s room, the infirmary, my room…

The amount of cum I’ve seen during our private sessions was always exactly like this.

…But compared to last night, when he pinned me down on the couch and pounded into me in front of Jiyoon—

The condom now is noticeably less swollen.

Compared to Jiyoon, who was creampied so thoroughly it overflowed—

The amount in this condom is laughably small.

Now, I can’t even look at it with satisfaction.

It’s because we did it so much yesterday. That excuse doesn’t work either.

If that were the case,

after fucking all afternoon like he was trying to empty his balls,

and then rolling around on the couch with the three of us last night…

The result should’ve been similar to now.

But today, even after resting way more than last night—

Something’s off.

We slept wrapped around each other for nearly nine hours.

In the morning, too shy to bring up sex, I coaxed him into watching a drama together, killing time cuddling.

At lunch, I even fed him some… ahem, internet-approved stamina-boosting foods.

Yet the result is disappointing.

While being hugged from behind, our bodies rubbing together—

…I got a little heated.

I kissed his cheek lightly first.

Quietly undid just one button of his pajamas.

Whispered, “Don’t do this…” as a half-hearted protest.

But then he dragged me straight to bed and—

Thrust. Thrust.

Made sure I couldn’t hold back my moans.

Made sure Jiyoon in the next room could hear everything.

No. Stop.

The more I whispered those words tickling his ear,

the harder he slammed into me.

So why is the amount of cum so different from yesterday…?

No wonder Jiyoon’s been so smug since last night.

Even without comparing,

she must think she pleased him better.

“Should we shower together today, Noona?”

“Mmm… …Gimme a sec, I can’t… move…”

“…I just asked if you were okay.”

“Ah, well…, …it’s the afterglow…. Hehe…”

You pervert.

Getting turned on watching Jiyoon and me do weird things,

getting turned on fucking in front of Jiyoon—

…Okay, I like the second part too.

Even I feel like a total degenerate for this.

But Seo Woojin,

who enjoys both—

You…

Total.

Freak.

Seriously.

“Whew… We still have about an hour before the time we promised Jiyoon… Wanna shower now? Or rest a bit more?”

“…Rest.”

“Then five more minutes. …I’m a little tired too.”

Stretching my arms out like a baby, I loop them around Woojin’s neck. He kisses my forehead before collapsing beside me—the same Woojin who had been looming over me just moments ago.

Then, with practiced ease, he peels off the cum-filled condom, ties it, and playfully drops it onto my stomach.

…If this much cum had gone inside my womb, would it have spilled out between my legs like Jiyoon’s did yesterday?

Of course, I don’t know how much a womb can hold, but this wouldn’t even come close.

At least twice—

No, three times this much would be needed to even compare…

“….”

…What if.

Just what if.

If I let him go bare,

on the condition he pulls out—

Would he get even more excited and cum more than he did with Jiyoon?

…I don’t want to protect my pride by competing with her in some lesbian mess.

But going without protection is also a bit…

As I toss the condom Woojin handed me into the trash, lost in thought—

Woojin, after spending some lazy, cuddly time in bed and the shower, awkwardly says, “Be right back,” and heads to Jiyoon’s room.

But it takes him less than five minutes to return to mine.

And he’s not alone.

“…Unnie.”

“…?”

Wearing a faint, mischievous smile.

You never wore these before, but lately, you’ve started putting them on occasionally—

…Those dolphin-print shorts.

No wonder.

Standing there, arm in arm with my little sister,

dressed just like me.

Why are you two here?

Jiyoon answers that herself.

“Unnie might worry, so I came first.”

“…Worry?”

Worry? About what?

The answer to that comes just as easily.

With her usual blank expression—

only the corners of her lips quirking up slightly—Jiyoon replies:

“Weren’t you worried he might creampie me again?”

“….”

You’ve already seen him creampie me once,

so why wouldn’t he do it where you can’t see?

Hearing it laid out like that, I can’t argue.

“Woojin also said creamp—ahem, ‘accidentally’ creampieing me yesterday felt the best…”

“…Lee Jiyoon. Stop saying weird things to Noona.”

“Why? It’s true. You came way more inside me than usual, right? Bwuh, bwuh— Mmmph…!”

“…Stop licking my palm too.”

It’s so obvious, yet I didn’t even think of it until Jiyoon said it.

Not that I showed it in front of her, of course.

But still, creampieing—

It’s not something you just say so casually.

…What if I got pregnant… or something?

Just because you think it’s safe,

doesn’t mean you can go wild—

What if, at the worst possible moment,

I end up…

a mom?

Somehow,

the weight of a creampie in Jiyoon’s mind

and the weight of it in mine feel different.

So all I can say to Jiyoon is—

“…Y-You wouldn’t actually do that, right…?”

—the most reasonable response I can muster.

But even to that, Jiyoon—

pulling Woojin’s hand (traced with faint silver veins) down to her mouth—

replies:

“Even if he wouldn’t, I was planning to.”

“Hey.”

“….”

“…If I felt like I was gonna cum, I’d reach back, push him off, and rip the condom off.”

To my boyfriend,

she just admitted she wanted to be creampied.

Without hesitation.

…And with her free hand,

she casually brushes her fingers over—

Woojin’s cock through his pants.

When Woojin grabs her wrist to stop her,

she rubs her fingertips together, as if disappointed.

“By that point, even he’d be too turned on to resist going bare, right?”

“…Just ignore her. She’s not in her right mind.”

“…Ah, yeah.”

“Pfft. What guy doesn’t wanna go bare?”

“You don’t have any close male friends besides me.”

“But in porn, they always go bare. Whether it’s guys or girls, at least one of them enjoys it, right?”

Even though it’s not her room,

she flicks off the light like it’s hers.

Leaving only the dim natural light,

she takes slow, deliberate steps—

pacing around my now-shadowed room.

“Anyway, the reason we came here…”

“Was to prove to Unnie whether he’d creampie me or not.”

“….”

“Oh, mind if I borrow your bed? Not a fan of the idea of it smelling like your sweat, but…”

What the actual—

Thud.

She drops the insane thought like it’s nothing.

“W-Wait.”

“Why? It’s not like we haven’t seen each other at our limit last night.”

“…We did… but…”

“So just watch. Whether Woojin and I actually use a condom or not.”

“….”

“…If it breaks, well… can’t be helped, right?”

“If it breaks, you’re pulling out. You psycho.”

“Last night, you got so turned on fucking me and Unnie that you painted my insides with your scent—pfft…”

“…Not today.”

Bringing up last night’s shame—

no, pleasure—

as we took turns.

“….”

…As embarrassing as it was,

honestly,

it felt good.

And now, she takes another step closer.

“Anyway, do you mind, Unnie?”

“….”

My displeased frown is all the more visible now.

…But unlike my mask,

the thump-thump of my racing heart—

is even louder.

“If you hate it, we’ll just do it in my room. That settles it, right?”

“….”

The face of someone who’s already won.

Jiyoon smirks, superiority oozing, as she pretends to ask for my permission.

No—more like, “Lee Hayoon, what’re you gonna do if I don’t get your permission?”

It’s just…

“….”

A weird feeling.

That’s why I hesitate.

If I act like I don’t care if they fuck in my room, it’d still sting a little.

But am I so upset that I’d throw a fit?

…Not really.

Because last night with Jiyoon felt so good.

In fact,

the opposite—

Me using Jiyoon,

lost in the afterglow,

as my bed while we—

It’d feel amazing.

And Woojin would get just as turned on as last night, right…?

If I showed Jiyoon the condom swollen to bursting after he pounded into my cervix—

Or the sticky cum splattered across my back—

The superiority of my boyfriend, not hers.

The superiority of him loving me more.

…It’d be thrilling.

“I do mind but… …Aren’t you embarrassed…?”

“Not really? If we’re talking embarrassment, licking your shoulder last night was way worse. This is just confirmation.”

“It’s still perverted either way…”

“Meh… Like I said, if Unnie hates it, we’ll just do it in my room.”

“….”

“…Should I leave?”

Pretending to resist, I avoid answering once.

When the question returns—

…Playing defeated.

Still pretending to resist.

Acting like I have no choice.

I mutter my answer, hiding my wicked thoughts.

“…I’d trust Woojin, but you? No way.”

“….”

“Hurry up. …Just fuck.”

“…Then we’ll take the full hour. I’ll pamper him so much in front of you.”

“I’ll do the pampering… …Just do it already.”

“Tch. Woojin loves when I do it. You don’t even know his weak spots, do you?”

“I know everything, so just lie down and take his cock… …Mmph, chuup…”

“…Hey, I’m his girlfriend right n—”

I could’ve just watched from the side.

…But now,

on the cramped bed,

with one very aroused man,

and one girl who acted unfazed until now—

but whose racing pulse betrays her just like mine—

Creak.

I settle in between them.