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Half-naked.

Trunks… or was it boxers?

Seo Woojin, wearing nothing but a pair of men’s underwear.

…Creak—climbing onto the bed.

He pulls me up from where I lay half-dazed.

Then wraps his arms around me from behind.

Since we’d already done this once in the infirmary, the sensation wasn’t entirely unfamiliar.

But the situation was slightly different now.

My clothes were even more stripped off than before.

And we could stay together much, much longer than last time.

…Then something grotesque presses insistently against the base of my spine.

My body stiffens from the unfamiliar tension.

“Just lean into me like last time. Stop trying to run away.”

“…….”

Don’t be ridiculous.

What woman could relax in your arms like this? Are you stupid?

Even you wouldn’t want to be held by a woman you dislike.

…And I saw it earlier—with my own eyes.

Your… dick.

Bulging grotesquely in your underwear, straining against the fabric.

Without realizing it, I’d been inching away from him, but my timid resistance didn’t last long.

I barely managed to put half a hand’s width between us before a muscular arm shot out from behind, wrapped around my waist, and yanked me back against him.

…The heat pressing against my tailbone.

Even if I stayed perfectly still.

It felt suffocatingly close.

“…Yeah, like that. Pressed right up against each other.”

“…….”

You pulled me in, not me.

The retort rose to the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed it back down.

For obvious reasons—no need to drag this out unnecessarily.

…And if I provoked Seo Woojin in any way,

he might just play with me again like before…

Tease me relentlessly.

…Anyway, stay calm.

Judging by his attitude, he seemed more playful than predatory.

But he’s still a man.

If we stay pressed together like this for too long, his thoughts might shift.

The goal is to resolve my body’s issue as quickly as possible, then satisfy his urges as payment.

It’s not like I have to sleep with him, right?

Just do what I’ve seen in those videos—

Stroke his dick with my hand.

Or rub it between my breasts.

…Or even… put it in my mouth, make him feel good, then spit it out.

There are plenty of ways to make him cum without actually having sex.

“…….”

“…….”

But.

Why is he taking his time like this?

Just moments ago, you were touching me however you wanted.

Kissing me so hard I worried marks would be left on my neck and shoulders.

Pushing up my shirt and groping my exposed breasts like you owned them.

Are you waiting for me to ask you to touch me?

You bastard, just like Yoo Jora.

The silence was unbearable.

How long had it been since I sat stiffly, swallowing dryly?

…Then, the hand Seo Woojin had around my waist—

slowly slid up to my chest, which he’d been fondling so shamelessly earlier.

“…Ngh…….”

A man’s hand felt nothing like my own.

Rough, thick, terrible at controlling its strength, and easily 1.2 times the size of mine.

Right now, I wished I could nitpick every little thing about it and complain.

…But the situation wasn’t in my favor.

“…Hah, ……. ….”

Seo Woojin simply cupped my breasts in both hands, lightly rubbing the tips with his fingers.

When my body twitched, as if amused, he adjusted the pressure, teasing my nipples with deliberate strokes.

I grabbed his forearm, trying to pull it away—Just do it properly already—but he only doubled down, relentlessly pinching and rolling them between his fingers.

It was nothing special, really. Even someone as inexperienced as me could tell.

…Yet my back trembled from how good it felt.

I bit down hard on my lip, stifling the humiliating moans I refused to let him hear.

But the thing testing the limits of my pride was—

“Seo… Woojin….”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you keep… biting my shoulder…?”

—this pointless foreplay.

Logically speaking, all it left behind was the unpleasant smell of saliva.

We weren’t animals mating until we passed out—why did two rational people need to do this?

And it’s not like…

It felt good.

…Really.

Not at all.

“If you were any other woman, I’d be kissing you while touching you like this. But I can’t do that to you.”

“So you bite instead…? …Hah…!”

But calling him out changed nothing.

Seo Woojin kept biting my shoulder.

…My nipples, already stiffened against my will, were roughly kneaded.

Every time his warm breath hit my skin, I flinched like one of Pavlov’s dogs.

Things I’d never done in my life.

Things I never wanted to do—

Were being carved into my mind, one by one, as I lay helpless in Seo Woojin’s arms.

…Teetering on the edge,

but not quite reaching it.

Frustratingly, agonizingly close.

“…Ngh. …Hah… …….”

A little more, and I’d go over.

If he just touched me there, I could finish properly.

But my pride wouldn’t let me say it.

Even the “Let’s make a deal—” had been forced out through gritted teeth, humiliated but desperate.

Now, to beg him to make me feel better?

Sure, right now, in the heat of the moment, I could say it—

But what about tomorrow?

When I wake up and remember tonight, I’d bite my tongue clean off.

So staying silent was the right choice…

…Supposedly.

“Hah……. Hahh…. …Ngh…….”

My lips, which I swore were sealed tight, had already fallen open, panting heavily.

My brain felt like it was short-circuiting from this unbearable pleasure.

I wanted to be touched so badly I’d make the same sounds as earlier in the bathroom.

If I could just…

Let go of my pride.

Just for now, just while I’m like this—

If I could pretend Seo Woojin was in charge, and I was just along for the ride…

“….”

…Maybe.

Just this once.

It’d be okay.

To break a little.

“H-Hey….”

“…?”

“Other… places….”

“Other places?”

“…Ngh….”

It’d be fine, right?

It’s not like I’d ever seek out

this trash of a man

when I wasn’t like this.

“…A-Are you just gonna keep touching my chest…?”

“….”

“If you make me finish faster… y-you’ll feel good too, right…?”

The pride I never wanted to surrender to this lust-driven trash—

I shattered it, just one layer.

Like peeling back a single fold of a croissant—just enough to still be okay.

…Then, belatedly, I tensed my legs.

And waited for his response.

Because if I relaxed now—

“…Relax.”

“…….”

—Seo Woojin, breathing heavily, would place his hands on my knees and spread them apart.

And think I was some easy woman.

…That if he played his cards right, he could have me anytime.

Disgusting.

“Have you ever… put fingers inside?”

“…You think I’d do something that vulgar?”

“You said you’ve masturbated before. You were doing it in the bathroom earlier.”

“…It looked like it’d hurt, so… I only used other ways….”

“Then how’d you usually do it?”

“…….”

“I said, how?”

How?

The intention behind the question was so obvious I couldn’t even laugh.

He wanted me to demonstrate.

So he could copy me.

Typical trash who’d hit on two women at once.

The old me would’ve cursed him out right then.

…But.

Just for now.

“L-Like… this…….”

“….”

I forgot how I used to sigh whenever Yoo Siwoo leered at me.

Forgot how I’d scowl every time he tried to drop formalities.

Forgot the casual curses I’d throw whenever he crossed the line.

Forgot the hundreds of variations of “No” I’d spat whenever he invited me to dinner.

Now, with another man—Seo Woojin—holding me from behind, whispering in my ear—

It wasn’t like provoking a feral stray,

but like dangling catnip before a belly-up house cat.

“Fingers… on the… clit….”

Between my damp thighs, spread wide by Seo Woojin’s hands.

Even though his hands had already returned to my chest.

…Slowly.

I traced circles near my clit.

Or rather, closer to my lower stomach.

It’s just because I’m in heat.

I repeated it like a mantra, convincing myself through the shame.

It was the truth, after all.

I wasn’t doing this because I wanted to.

…Right?

“…Understood…?”

“I’ll try it. Tell me if anything feels off.”

“…Yeah….”

I stopped demonstrating and grabbed his forearm, guiding his hand to where mine had been.

His larger hand made even the slightest touch feel… strange. Indescribable.

Maybe that’s why I let out an embarrassing noise—

Because Seo Woojin scoffed behind me,

and before I could snap back—

“…Hah…!”

—his fingers trailed lower.

Past where I’d touched, past my lower stomach.

To where it really mattered.

…Then further.

“Hah—?! W-Wait, not… there…!”

Right there.

Where my clit, swollen and red from earlier, throbbed.

Ignoring my squirming,

his fingertips.

Slowly rubbed.

“S-Stop, stohp… you… bastard… ahh……. Ngh…!”

Humiliating.

Feels good.

Shameful.

Feels good.

Mortifying.

Feels good.

My rationality screamed to clamp my legs shut, but my traitorous body refused to obey.

At best, my thighs weakly squeezed around his hand—

But when Seo Woojin pushed them apart with his other hand, they trembled and fell open.

But… it’s fine.

The whole point was to feel good, right?

So what if I looked pathetic? It’s not like it mattered.

…The real problem was—

“You… bastard……. Just… gimme a… break…!”

—that despite my protests.

Every time Seo Woojin curled his fingers and rubbed my clit—

I came.

…Over and over.

“…Ah, god… fuck……♡.”

Not just once.

Twice. Three times.

…Five times.

“Hah……, ngh…. Ah…!”

I should stop him now—for the sake of tomorrow.

But I couldn’t.

So I slumped against Seo Woojin,

sliding down slightly.

…Into an utterly degrading position.

Every sensitive spot mercilessly exploited.

Until I lost count of how many times I—

Came.

Every minute.

Every second.

Biting my lip so hard it turned white.

Every time Seo Woojin’s fingers moved,

the wet, lewd sounds from between my legs grew louder.

“Ngh, hah…?!”

After the fifth time, I lost count—wave after wave of orgasms.

Unable to resist, I panted heavily, lost in the aftershocks.

A few more squelches echoed before the fingers buried inside me finally pulled out, wiping the slick mess on my lower stomach.

Disgusting—the thought didn’t even cross my mind.

…It’s over.

Relief.

And then—what now?

Dread over what came next.

Two conflicting emotions flooded my mind before disgust could take root.

With each ragged breath, my rationality slowly returned.

But still.

Maybe it was the lingering haze.

“…Baek Seoyeon.”

“…….”

“How many times did you come?”

“…….”

“From what I saw, at least once for sure.”

“…….”

“The rest were a bit unclear.”

“…….”

Maybe by some divine mercy, even this trash didn’t know the exact number.

My mind still foggy,

“…Three.”

—I gave the most conscientious answer I could.

“Ah. Three.”

“….”

Like a child with no conscience,

choosing how many lashes to take.