episode_0254

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Gumiho have something akin to a mating season.

To relieve it, they need to satisfy their sexual urges.

So don’t get the wrong idea.

My body might be in heat, but I still despise trash like you.

…But.

I have no other choice.

I just want you to help me a little when I’m in heat.

Then I’ll do something nice for you too.

To summarize everything I’ve heard so far, it roughly boils down to this:

A primitive, somewhat clumsy barter system.

And if I’m willing to accept it?

Obviously.

“Ngh…”

Unless I’m gay, there’s no way I’d refuse.

“It’s kind of funny. You’re the one who keeps calling me trash, saying how much you hate me.”

“…W-Well, it can’t be helped… U-Um, you’re too close right now…”

Though it might just be a coincidental commonality, as a famously beautiful gumiho, her face is quite attractive.

Unlike the magic realm dwellers who just laze around in their rooms, she maintains a decent exercise routine, so her body is rather enticing too.

…And right now, right in front of me, her face is flushed, the bare skin beneath her chest exposed.

Her damp, translucent panties, slid down not by me but by Baek Seo-yeon’s own hands.

Who the hell would say No thanks and kick her out?

It’s not like I’m doing anything as sleazy as Yakou.

If anything, it’s sleazy in a good way.

“Could you really do this with someone you genuinely hate? With trash like me?”

“Ngh…”

Step. Step.

Closing the distance until I’m right in front of Baek Seo-yeon, voice dropping low.

The faintest scent of sweat brushes my nose as I whisper into her lowered head.

Ignoring a smell I’ll be drowning in soon enough anyway, I pull her stiffened body into a light embrace.

Frankly, calling it an embrace feels excessive.

It’s more like my arm is just resting around her waist—that’s a more accurate description.

But even so, it’s not the kind of thing you’d do with a man you deeply despise, is it?

A man you’re dating.

…Or planning to.

Or else.

“I hate it, so finish quickly. As fast as you can…”

A one-night stand.

Or something you’d do with a sex partner.

“So how far can we go? Lying you down here and pumping you bare inside without a condom isn’t happening, right?”

“Ngh… W-We just said foreplay…! Only foreplay, nothing more unless something special happens…!”

“Something special?”

“……You never know. Consider it insurance, so don’t worry about it.”

“Then… what kind of foreplay?”

“The same as what we did in the nurse’s office.”

“Running fingers down there or grinding over panties…? I guess stuff like that is fine. Right?”

“…….”

Something special, huh?

Testing the waters with deliberately vague wording thanks to her adorable choice of phrasing, but Baek Seo-yeon barely reacts, only nodding silently.

Still, her gaze is honest—far from meeting my eyes, she’s locked in a staring contest with my collarbone instead.

So I wordlessly tilt her head down further.

“W-Wait…! That tickles, why are you…”

“You said foreplay is fine.”

“It is, but…”

“Or should I skip the hassle and go straight for below?”

“….”

As if angered by my words, she finally meets my eyes, brows furrowing deeply.

But soon enough, she shudders—her bitten lower lip the only resistance as she ziiiip, pulls down the zipper of her windbreaker herself.

…She must realize too.

Fighting me now would just drag things out.

Holding her jacket steady, I slip it off instead of letting her struggle, planting tender kisses along her neck.

“…Ticklish.”

“I thought you’d say it feels disgusting. This is better than I expected.”

“…It does feel gross.”

Her lips and mine wouldn’t meet—she’d dodge that much at least.

So I settle for places she tolerates more.

The nape of her neck.

Above her collarbone.

Near her shoulder.

Gripping the loose neckline of her T-shirt, I tug it aside…

…watching her already twitching body.

Tenderly.

“…D-Don’t… ngh… leave weird marks there, okay?”

“Just pressing lips won’t leave a hickey. You need to suck for it to mark.”

“…I-It won’t…? Then why even… Ah…?”

Leaving my scent on her before anyone else, I grab the hem of her T-shirt—still clutched tightly in her fists—and pull it up.

…A plain (or bluntly, featureless) white bra meets the cool air of my room.

Enjoying her silent tension, fingers pinching her stiffened nipples, savoring her quiet whimpers until—

—finally, my hand slips under the bra.

Once free, I let the shirt drape loosely over her chest again before moving calmly.

“…….”

Tick.

Tick.

The quiet makes it clearer.

Pulling the straps down slowly.

Undoing the clasp completely.

Then, watching her jolt in embarrassment, I admire the satisfying weight in my palms before sliding the straps off her shoulders entirely.

…Luckily, since she’s wearing a short-sleeved shirt,

I can undress her like this without removing it.

“I’ll move the straps outside your sleeves, so pull your arms out yourself.”

“…You’ve got weirdly specific tastes for a man Yakou met. No, maybe that makes sense.”

“It’s consideration. Seeing how quiet and flustered you’ve been, figured you’d want to keep at least your shirt on.”

“…I’d consider it more thoughtful if you just touched lower already.”

“Rushing in empty-handed wouldn’t feel good for anyone. Even Yakou wasn’t that impatient.”

“….”

“You never touched yourself before?”

“…Dirty and vulgar. I never bothered… O-Only during moments like this…”

Watching her flush red at Yakou’s mention, I toss her warmed bra to the far side of the bed, out of reach.

“Vulgar, I get. But dirty?”

“…Among other things, it smells.”

“Wouldn’t you call it erotic instead?”

“It smells disgusting, not erotic.”

“Then earlier, when you were sniffing my—”

“S-Stop. Fine, I’ll call it erotic… Ngh…”

Making small talk to ease her tension.

Unsure of her preferences, I tease her chest lightly, gauging her reactions.

“Other reasons? For calling it dirty?”

“…Swallowing stuff… Whether it’s disgusting cum or a woman’s fluid…?!”

“People do it to please their partner. You think anyone drinks it for the taste?”

Amused by how breathless she gets from just this, I keep my tone gentle.

…Her erogenous zones seem strangely sensitive, so I flick her hardening nipples curiously.

“Haa… W-Wait… Just a second…”

“You clearly like it. Why stop?”

“F-Feels weird being touched by you… Wait…”

“You were the one begging earlier, even seducing me. Now this?”

“I never—Hhk…! I-I just need a break…!”

Instead of arguing, she buries her forehead against me, gripping my shirt tightly for support.

…Her constitution isn’t far from Han Su-a’s.

No—worse.

Smirking slightly—

“If you answer one question, I’ll stop for a bit.”

“W-What is it…?”

“I don’t get how someone with this body doesn’t masturbate.”

“It’s dirty… No, vulgar… Ngh… I said already…”

“No way you didn’t at least try after realizing how sensitive you were.”

“…Huh? W-Why would I…?”

“With this body… Even grinding against a desk edge would feel amazing.”

“Speak clearly—Hiiik…! And it doesn’t feel good! Tried it once out of curiosity, hurt like hell…”

“Against a desk?”

“…T-That’s… …N-None of your business…”

Filing away this secret about Baek Seo-yeon, I murmur—

“Right. So it hurt back then?”

“…S-Stop… Ngh…”

Having a rough idea why, I pinch her stiffened nipples hard, drawing a gasp—

—then slide a pill down her throat.

“Your body’s just too sensitive.”

“…B-Bullshit… Nghhk…”

“Then explain this.”

“O-Obviously… because I’m in heat…”

“So you think heat = heightened sensitivity = unavoidable reaction. That it?”

“Obviously…! If not for heat, I’d never do this with trash like you…!”

“Sure, whatever. What I’m curious about is this heat itself.”

“…….”

“Is it simpler to think your usual sensitivity makes pain unavoidable…”

“…….”

“And now, your brain misinterprets pain as pleasure? Libido aside.”

“N-No way…! It’s not a misinterpretation! Just heat making me sensitive… …KYAH!”

Well, I’m just piecing clues together for now.

Baek Seo-yeon, clearly bothered by the too-sensitive label.

Seizing her moment of distraction, I push her down—

—onto the soft bed behind her with a startled yelp.

Then, in one motion, I strip her pants and panties off entirely before tossing them aside.

As for mine?

Only unfastening my belt, I slide them down.

“N-No sex…”

“Just uncomfortable. You see why?”

“…….”

“Either way, same as the nurse’s office?”

“…….”

“Answer first. I’ll handle positioning.”

“…Y…Yeah…”

Uncomfortable was a lie, of course.

Pulling her waist flush against me like this—

—so close our bodies press together—

“Relax against me like last time. Stop trying to squirm away.”

“…….”

“…Good. Just like that. Touching each other.”

“…….”

The woman who insisted it was just heat, nothing more—

Caught staring blankly moments earlier—

Now forced to acknowledge it, even fully lucid.

…A moment everyone experiences

At least once.

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