episode_0210

…Aha.

Just like me,

Woojin too.

He must have held back and endured so much before saying it.

“…Can I put it in?”

“…”

“I asked if I can put it in. Hey.”

“…”

Just like how I couldn’t bring myself to admit my embarrassing preference—wanting him to be a little rougher with me.

Just like how Woojin, who had no other demands, simply wanted to hear me call him “oppa” and speak casually to him.

He must have held back and endured so much before saying it.

…Well,

acting like a thug coercing his junior into sex.

It was his first time, so it must’ve been awkward, but he still gave it his all.

Almost as if he’d genuinely wanted to force himself on a girl like that at least once… or something.

“Just put it in. Noona, you’re probably safe right now, like me—”

“Didn’t ask you.”

“…”

Because of Woojin’s cold response, Jiyoon, who had been clinging tightly to my side, cuts off her voice.

But only her voice, literally.

The fingers Jiyoon had pressed against my body begin moving far more blatantly than before.

Just moments ago, she was only teasingly brushing the tips of her fingers around my nipples, but now, she’s flicking the stiffened peaks with her slender fingertips—tap, tap—so sharply it sends shivers down my spine.

…Even though Woojin, already fully aroused, is watching.

As if telling me to look.

As if trying to drive me to the point of losing control.

As if, just a little, she’s taking her frustration out on me.

Of course, the biggest problem is—

I could just grab Jiyoon’s wrist and force her to stop for a moment.

But even knowing what’ll happen,

I stay still and watch…

No,

I assist.

Even as I press my lips tightly together—this is the “me” right now.

“…Can I put it in raw?”

“…”

“…Answer me. Hurry.”

No.

What if you end up getting me… pregnant?

You’ll take responsibility?

…Ridiculous. A barely twenty-year-old boy.

Just last year, you were still wearing a high school uniform like Jiyoon—what kind of responsibility can you even take?

So doing it raw…

…Ah, no, I-I don’t mean we should have unprotected sex all night…!

Trying something like that occasionally—

we can do that after we’ve been together a little longer.

At the very least, after we’ve dated properly until I graduate.

…Then, when the time comes, the kind of no-condom sex you like…

I’ll let you do it as much as you want…

“…”

…is what I should say.

Logically, that’s the right answer.

But with my cheeks burning red,

the lips I’d slightly parted to speak

end up

closing again.

“…It’s a safe day, right?”

“…”

Silently.

In a direction where neither Woojin

nor Jiyoon’s face is visible.

I avert my gaze.

“Or is it a risky day? Then?”

“…”

Still avoiding both their eyes,

I shake my head

just slightly.

Almost imperceptibly.

And then,

something irrational,

an impulsive whisper—

“…J-Just the tip… Put it in…”

slips out.

“…Pull out when you’re about to… cum…”

“…”

“…If you cum inside… … …absolutely not…”

…It’s probably because Woojin felt much better doing it raw.

And honestly… I was curious too—how it would feel without a condom.

Plus, since it’s a safe day, even if Woojin gets carried away and makes a mistake, the chance of pregnancy is super, super low.

And if I want to lower that risk even more, we just have to promise he’ll pull out.

…It’s fine.

Even if we do it raw.

As long as we stick to that.

It’ll be

fine.

“Huu…”

“Ah, absolutely no cumming inside… Got it…?”

“I’ll cum on your lower stomach. That’s fine, right?”

“…Lower stomach…?”

“Or should I do it on Jiyoon over here—”

“…”

“…You don’t want that?”

“…No.”

With a small nod, Woojin’s cock, which had been pressed against my lower stomach, slides down, grazing my soaked slit.

The only foreplay I got was when he loosened me up a little with his fingers earlier while he was fucking Jiyoon—

…Now, he’s smearing

a mix of my and Jiyoon’s transparent saliva

all over my tight, unyielding entrance.

…Using that and my own slick as lube,

to do something dangerous.

“This much… is okay?”

“…I… guess…?”

“I haven’t even put the whole head in yet. Hayoon, you usually take it all the way—”

“I know…! I know, just… wait a sec…”

Nngh. A shallow insertion—so shallow it wouldn’t even tear a hymen—nothing compared to usual.

But even that slight pressure makes my heart pound so hard my head goes fuzzy.

Because of the guilt—I’m really doing it raw with Woojin.

And because of the even worse guilt—the fact that he pounded Jiyoon raw first, plap, plap, burying himself to the hilt, soaking her insides with his cum.

And now, after we cleaned it up by sucking him off together, that same raw cock is pushing into me.

The guilt makes my lower stomach tingle so much I feel like I’ll go insane.

…Of course,

whether it actually feels better raw…

I still don’t really know.

“…I’ll put the whole head in. It’s not much more.”

“Hey, Seo Woo…jin…”

“It’s barely the length of a finger joint… …You’re okay, right?”

Pinning my thighs down, he drags the swollen head along my inner walls, scraping the front in a way that feels too good as he pushes deeper.

I had wondered if he’d ignore our agreement and just start slamming into me, but he didn’t.

True to his word, he only thrusts in up to the head, stretching my walls wide before dragging back out, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through me.

…If this were any other time, he’d have stroked my hair and waited patiently until I said I was ready.

If I pushed on his lower stomach like this, he’d pull out immediately and ask if I was okay.

But now, he’s tossed all that kindness aside, his words dripping with raw desire.

That blatant lust—wanting to take me raw no matter what state I’m in.

And that…

…feeling of his bare skin rubbing against me.

Turns out,

it feels good.

“Hah… …Fuck… You’re so wet, but you’re still tighter than usual… Driving me crazy…”

“Nnh… Ah, ah, d-don’t rub there…!”

“…You look like you’re enjoying it, unnie.”

“Hihk—?!”

Even though this isn’t part of that embarrassing roleplay—where an innocent junior gets coerced into a masturbation addiction—Woojin still flicks my inner walls with shallow thrusts, his voice rough with curses.

Because of that, the pleasure throbbing in my lower stomach,

the way he teases my nipples—squeeze, pinch—almost like how Jiyoon touches herself,

…and the way Jiyoon, still pressed against my side, licks my ear slowly, like a cat—none of it seems to bother him.

It feels better than I thought,

and less disgusting than I expected.

Even though he’s only been stubbornly stimulating the very front of my walls,

embarrassing moans start slipping out one by one.

“Hah… Hah, hihk…”

But they’re a little different from usual.

A little more subdued.

A little quieter.

A little shorter.

…Of course,

because the cock that usually pounds against my cervix

is now only scraping the entrance.

That spot—

I’ve touched it myself with my fingers countless times.

…There’s no way it could satisfy me.

“Nngh… Ugh…”

Frustrating.

The thought blooms in my mind, lingering like a dirty manga panel as I let out a damp sigh.

If he’d rubbed just the tip like this with a condom, would it have felt as good?

If he’d pushed all the way in and pressed against my fornix, how much better would it have been?

Would it have ended with me just tilting my head back, panting like usual?

…Or would I have ended up passing out from pleasure right in front of my little sister?

“Hah… Nngh…”

But with just this—a cock barely two knuckles deep—

I can’t get that kind of stimulation.

All I can do is tremble, shoulders twitching, aching for more.

“…”

By the time the slick sounds of my own wetness have soaked the sheets beneath me,

Woojin, who’d been staring down at my stomach, lets out a long sigh.

…And then,

without warning.

Without asking.

He—

“—Hihk?!♡”

—shoves himself all the way in.

Pinning my trembling thighs down,

he starts pounding—

Plap.

Plap.

Twice.

Three times.

Four…

Five…

…

Seven…

Eight…

…

Ten.

After burying his thick, bare cock to the hilt,

stretching me wide, hitting all the right spots before pulling out—

the pleasure is so much more intense than I imagined.

So intense it shatters my mind.

“…… …… ……♡”

“…Wow.”

A fresh wave of transparent fluid gushes out, coating his already slick cock—so humiliating I could die.

…And then another.

Trickle.

“Hih… Nngh…”

But that’s it.

After suddenly breaking our agreement just moments ago,

he goes back to just rubbing the tip against my walls, shallow and teasing.

…He could’ve at least lied and called it an accident.

Or just admitted he got carried away.

Either would’ve been fine.

…So why?

Why isn’t he saying anything?

“H-Hey, nngh… Why did you… go all the way… just now…?”

“…I didn’t. You’re imagining things.”

“What kind of bullsh—”

Bullshit.

Before I can finish, Woojin pins my thighs down again, his arm flexing as he thrusts back in.

My heart pounds so loudly it drowns out everything else as I clutch the pillow,

but…

strangely,

he doesn’t start pounding into me like before.

He just pushes halfway in,

stares down at me silently for a moment,

then pulls out again without a word.

“…”

Hah… Hah…

As I finally let out the breath I’d been holding, Jiyoon’s giggling reaches my ears.

…I must’ve been too distracted by my own heartbeat to hear it earlier.

“…You did do it.”

“…”

“Hayoon-ah?”

“…Huh?”

“You were the one who said just the tip when you first agreed.”

“…I did… say that…”

“So I’m just keeping my promise… …What’s the problem?”

The problem?

That promise—

you already broke it.

Just now.

Seconds ago.

“…Hey, Jiyoon. You saw it too, right? Woojin went all the way—”

“Didn’t see it. I didn’t.”

“…What? You didn’t…?”

“I’ve been licking your ear this whole time. Of course I didn’t see.”

“…”

That’s ridiculous.

Even if you didn’t see, you had to have heard the plap, plap of him slamming into me.

If he really only put in the tip like he promised, how could it have been that loud?

Doesn’t that seem weird to you too?

Was I just… dreaming for a second?

But the way Woojin’s lower stomach is drenched proves it really happened—

“Nngh…”

—these thoughts scatter as another wave of pleasure hits,

leaving me moaning,

aching for more than just this shallow teasing.

Then—

“Lee Hayoon.”

“Hih… Nngh…?”

Woojin pushes in just a little deeper.

…Just a little.

And asks:

“…You satisfied? With just this?”

“…”

If I’d never felt him pounding into me raw, maybe.

But after he ignored me and took what he wanted earlier,

…my most basic instincts

override all reason.

“…You’ll just cum outside… right?”

“…”

“You’ll pull out the second you’re close… Got it?”

“…”

No permission.

No refusal.

Over ten seconds pass in silence.

…Then, as Woojin pushes in again and leans down to kiss me,

instead of yelling at him to pull out before it’s too late,

like an idiot,

right in front of my little sister,

with my lower lip caught between my teeth,

I look up at him and whisper:

“…… ……♡”

Pathetically.

Even though I swore I’d never let him put it in raw.

Even though I said just the tip if he had to.

The moment his swollen head starts battering the spot behind my cervix—the one starved for pleasure—

all those rational demands

vanish from my mind.