episode_0241

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…At most, it would’ve taken about 30 minutes anyway.

Laughing and chatting while washing each other’s bodies.

Stepping into the bathtub together and playing naughty games.

Holding that soft body from behind.

Embracing each other face-to-face.

Sharing saliva through kisses until we’re sick of it.

Drying each other’s hair with a blow dryer like newlyweds, giggling all the while.

After going through all that.

We’d return to the bedroom and have wild sex.

…That was the plan.

“Cough, kehuk….”

Unlike me, racking my brain for any cheap trick to please you,

it seems all you have in your head is the simple desire for “leash sex.”

Makes me feel like an idiot for overcomplicating things.

…Maybe I should start thinking simpler too.

Lee Jiyoon is satisfied as long as I pretend to get extra excited and fuck her in front of Lee Hayoon.

Han Soo-ah is content as long as I make her feel good.

…And as for Yozora.

All it takes is pretending to rape her through coercion, just the way she likes it.

Even though she growls about killing me someday,

the amount of slick dripping down her thighs.

Was no joke.

“Kyaa…! It tickles, Master… …Ngh….”

I swing my hand behind me, and the leash tangles around my fingers.

I tug it, pulling Soo-ah in front of me, then wrap my arms around her from behind.

…Her hair, freshly rinsed of shampoo, smells incredible.

Her shoulders, barely washed with water, are the same.

It’s just human scent, but how is it this sweet?

I don’t get it—pheromones, maybe?

She doesn’t seem like the type to wear perfume or even know how to put on makeup properly.

After kneading her soapy breasts for a while, I realize just how shallow her tolerance is when her breathing grows rough from such basic teasing.

I slide one hand down from her nipple and slowly trace around her clit.

“W-What if you suddenly yank the leash like that…? Cough….”

“If you keep clinging to my back, it’s hard to do anything lewd.”

“…Lewd? Like what?”

“…Don’t play dumb. You just want to hear me say something dirty.”

“…N-No? If anything, it’s Master who….”

“Me?”

“…Always groping my chest. Kissing my shoulder. Whispering in my ear. Pressing that against my butt without permission….”

“What’s that?”

“…Don’t ask when you know. You’re pressing even harder now….”

“I just want to hear you say something dirty.”

“……”

“……”

“…Your… cock….”

“More details.”

“…Miren Academy’s… Seo Woojin’s….”

“Not from the shoot. What you’re feeling right now.”

“…….”

…Just a second ago, she whispered that creampies were fine if it turned me on, but describing my cock must’ve been too much—her pulse races as she clamps her lips shut.

Seriously, what am I supposed to do with her?

Her body’s an adult’s.

Her mind’s stuck in middle school.

Her face screams delinquent.

But inside, she’s just an innocent girl who loves shoujo manga.

With a body like this, she’s never worn revealing clothes because,

not out of disdain for men’s lustful gazes,

but because she’s embarrassed by the attention.

…And yet, her sexual tastes—maybe corrupted by Yozora—

have her wagging her tail, begging for leash sex.

What if I just pinned Soo-ah against the shower wall and fucked her senseless right now?

As I cling to my fraying sanity, inhaling her scent, her voice—smaller than usual—echoes off the bathroom tiles.

“…The tip is… softer than I thought….”

“……”

“It smells really lewd… The veins bulge out, which is kinda gross, but that’s also… cool… and hot….”

“……”

“…It’s dirty… Really dirty….”

“…That’s it?”

“I’m not good with words, so that’s all I’ve got….”

“So that ‘Let’s go see the lion at my place’ line was just something you picked up online?”

“D-Don’t tease me…! Honestly, Teacher, you’re the one who followed through… …Ah…!”

“…True. The lion I came to see turned out to be adorable, so I’m satisfied.”

“No… I-I’m not cute… Yozora’s the small, cute one….”

“Then should I just say you’re so slutty I wanna fuck you even if you pass out?”

“……. …C-Cute… is better….”

“…Legs. Stop pressing them together and spread them a little.”

“Okay….”

Right foot, then left.

With the sound of splashing water, I slide my fingers deeper into the gap between her thighs.

It should be wet from the shower,

but not necessarily slick.

Every time I pull my fingers out, sticky threads stretch between them.

Like earlier on the bed, I push one middle finger in.

A sticky heat wraps around my finger.

Last time, she forced herself to hold back her climax, so it felt like she was desperately trying to ignore my fingers—

except when she drenched the bedroom floor in transparent fluid.

But now, maybe because she’s allowed to be honest, her walls cling tightly, squeezing from tip to base.

“Nngh……! D-Don’t scrape…! I-I’ll say embarrassing things…!”

“Like what? …This?”

“Hii…! Ngh…! …S-Stop…! The squelching sounds… are too embarrassing…!”

“Then what about the wet noises when you sucked my cock earlier? That was fine?”

“…Mean. So mean….”

“What’s mean? Out of nowhere.”

“I dunno…!”

“Because you’re embarrassed?”

“…A little… …Ngh.”

…I’m gonna lose it.

Even now, the way you whimper and lean into me is cute.

Earlier, you bragged about not cumming, but now you’re trembling from just a little fingering.

The lion tail—same color as your hair—twitching against my arm is cute too.

Your innocence and lewdness.

Stuck somewhere in between, you’re driving me insane, so I pull my fingers out.

I push Soo-ah to a spot where the showerhead won’t get in the way.

“Hold the wall.”

“…Like this?”

“…I said hold it, not stick your ass out.”

“You were gonna tell me to anyway… You’ve been pressing against my butt this whole time….”

“Then don’t half-ass it. Arch your back deeper. …Yeah. Like that.”

“……”

Whether in the mirror or from behind,

instead of elegant admiration, all I feel is how fucking lewd your waist and hips are.

Now, with your hands on the wall, they’re lowered to the perfect height for my cock.

…It’s a shame Soo-ah’s an only child.

If she had a sister, maybe I could’ve done something even worse—

something I’d never admit to, like with Hayoon or Jiyoon.

“The floor’s kinda slippery.”

“…Should we go to the bedroom?”

“After we try this first. …You shower here normally, right?”

“…Yeah?”

“Every time, I want you to masturbate like this. Remembering today.”

“I-I’m not that perverted… Ah…!”

Between the slight part of her ass,

I rub my cock—already rinsed clean of soap—against her.

“Do it.”

“I said I won’t…! …Ah, is this… an order…?”

“…Something like that.”

“…Then… Ngh… I’ll record it on my phone… and send it to you every night….”

Thanks to all the prep earlier,

even two fingers slide in easily.

Now, something much thicker—

the head of my cock—pushes in.

“‘Month, day, time… Han Soo-ah’s masturbation log,’ starting like… Hah… this…?”

I pull out slightly.

Freshly washed, the glans is a bit dry, so—

Ptui.

I spit on it.

“…Hehe. Master’s a pervert, so I’ll have to say a lot….”

“……”

“‘Right now, his fingers are hooked, scraping my walls…’ stuff like that.”

“……”

“‘I’m embarrassed… What if my mom hears…?’ …things like… Ah…!”

“……”

“‘Sorry if the audio’s loud… Did my moans hurt your ears…?’ stuff like…”

“……”

“I-I didn’t even last… a minute… Ah…! …Couldn’t… help it…!”

Slowly.

Slowly.

I push in until the head slips past the tight ring of muscle.

…Even with how loose she is, about three knuckles’ worth of my cock is still left outside.

Looking down at Soo-ah, whose thighs tremble with each thrust—

“‘…I-I think… I’m gonna cum… ♡…’ …stuff like… that….”

Her underdeveloped walls, still tight, are forced open.

Deeper.

…Where most males

could never reach.

I slam in.

“…Kgh…! Master…!”

Soo-ah’s head hangs low as she gasps for air.

I yank the leash connected to her neck,

forcing her face

against the wall—

no,

against her arm, already struggling to hold herself up.

…Just once.

Thrust.

Burying myself to the hilt, crushing her womb,

I carve

myself into her.

“Um…”

Between Soo-ah’s ragged breaths and

my own, uneven from excitement,

I speak first.

“…Soo-ah. Let’s go to the bedroom after this.”

“……”

“I wanna fuck you senseless, but the floor’s too slippery to go as hard as I want.”

A kind teacher.

A reliable, well-endowed sex partner.

A man you never want to leave.

That image matters, sure.

…But whatever.

“What were you gonna say earlier?”

“…N-Nothing….”

“Don’t hide it. …We’re sex partners, aren’t we?”

“…It’s really… nothing….”

“……”

“…Just… something stupid….”

“……”

“You don’t have to go slow… You can fuck me as hard as you want… That’s all… …You can forget it….”

We’re both too far gone.

Even if our voices overlap from now on,

…with all the other noise,

neither of us

will hear it clearly anyway.