episode_0258

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There was no helping it.

Was there any other phrase that could express my current state as well as this?

I dislike Seo Woojin, with his promiscuous relationships with women.

I dislike how Seo Woojin, unlike other students, responds to me with indifference—perhaps because he knows my true nature.

And then, there’s Seo Woojin, who occasionally teases me, saying things like, “Unexpectedly, your reactions are similar to Yozora’s.”

Yet, my body…

…is utterly out of my control.

“J-Just the tip… For now…”

Simply because the more that man touches me, the more I become aroused against my will.

He runs his fingers along my length.

Even uses his mouth to suck.

…Gulp, swallowing.

His slick tongue laps lazily before pressing deeper.

Then, he pins me down.

With just a single finger.

Even now, as my thighs quiver violently from climaxing yet again,

half my mind feels like it’s melted away.

They say humans differ from animals because we can suppress our instincts with reason.

But like this, am I any different from an animal?

…Ah, still, I suppose I’m slightly better.

At least I’m not mindlessly seeking out just anyone to breed with just because I’m in heat, right?

I only act like this with the one who made me this way.

“How far does ‘just the tip’ go?”

“…The… the glans… Just that much…”

If only the target of my desires were slightly more to my taste.

It would’ve been nice.

“That’d barely be two knuckles deep, wouldn’t it?”

“…They say it hurts the first time you have sex…”

If only he weren’t the type to try and persuade me to take him deeper,

but rather someone who’d consider alternative ways if it were too difficult—someone who’d care for me.

That would’ve been so much better.

“You’ll get used to it. Everyone feels that way at first.”

“…Ha. Shouldn’t you be embarrassed saying ‘everyone’? Is that something to brag about?”

“It’s not bragging. I’m just telling you for reference.”

“How is that supposed to help? Yozora’s a pervert who masturbates with a dildo at home, and Han Sua… Well, I don’t know about Sua, but Yozora definitely does that.”

“She uses a dildo at home? You two talk about stuff like that?”

“It just… came up somehow…”

“…Hmm.”

Rather than a man who, mid-conversation, forces my legs apart with his own hands when they instinctively try to close,

or worse, silently hooks my hand behind my knee to maintain that vulgar posture,

if only he were someone who’d read the mood and continue with something like the finger play from earlier…

That would’ve been so much better.

“Well, setting Yozora aside.”

“…”

“Sua loved it from her first time. Though it was a bit tough since she pretended to be asleep while we did it.”

“…You really are a pervert. Why would you pounce on someone while they’re sleeping…?”

“Not exactly the response I’d expect from someone who begged for help because they were in heat.”

“Shut up. I didn’t want to do this with you either…?”

Rather than a man who shares lust-filled relationships with two women,

if only he were someone devoted to just one.

That would’ve been so much better.

…I.

My body.

Why does it have to crave such trash?

“If you hate it that much, should I put your clothes back on?”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“……Just hurry up and push it in…”

Delinquent. Trash. Pervert. Waste.

No matter what label I attach, it fits him well enough as I lie beneath him.

…Should I say he’s at least passable?

Or rather, that he’s downright hideous?

With a thin rubber sheath now covering his cock, slick with my saliva,

we finish preparing for sex.

“Then I’ll just put it in this far for now.”

“……”

“Once you’re used to it, we’ll go deeper.”

“…Okay.”

As the tip of his heated glans presses against my dripping entrance, Seo Woojin lightly presses down on the lowest part of my abdomen.

I don’t know the exact length, but by feel, it’s only about two knuckles deep—just as he said.

Honestly, it’s a depth I’ve experienced before.

Of course, two minutes ago, it was just Woojin’s index finger, so the girth is completely different, but still.

So I’m not too worried…

…And given how my body remains feverish despite the earlier fingering, this humiliating act with Woojin seems unavoidable.

Besides, once he’s inside me, I can finally discard the “virgin” title Yozora kept subtly mocking me for.

Though whether that’s really something to celebrate requires more thought.

“…Only that far. Don’t try to push deeper just because you think you can.”

“Wasn’t planning to.”

“…Quick to answer. I’m the one worried you’ll shove it all in from the start.”

“Going slow feels better for both men and women. Only someone too worked up would do something like that.”

“…”

“Anyway, I’m putting it in, so relax.”

“Only someone too worked up would do something like that”?

Does that mean he’s not particularly aroused, even after all this?

Not that I care if he isn’t turned on by me.

After a brief pause, I nod stiffly. Woojin, who had been rubbing his cock against my entrance to spread my wetness, slowly begins to push in.

It’s fine.

No big deal.

Earlier, it was just one finger. Now, it’s two at once.

I endure the unfamiliar sensation by convincing myself of this.

…The reason is obvious.

I’d be too embarrassed to let him see me react.

The pressure of his glans prying open my tight entrance and pushing deeper.

The way my perverse body keeps interpreting it as pleasure.

I bite back moans, pretending to be unaffected.

But the real problem—

—lies elsewhere.

“…You okay with this much?”

“…”

Celebrating enduring just the glans would be premature.

First, there’s still the rest of him—easily the length of my hand—left to take.

“I’m… fine…”

“Then… Should I go a little deeper?”

Second, my body, starved for so long, seems ready to gulp him down like seawater.

“…How much… more?”

“Right now, it’s even shallower than when I used my finger earlier…”

“…”

“This time, just a bit deeper than that.”

Because of this, even my relatively sane mind can’t help but—

If it feels this good already, how much better would it be to take him fully?

How good would it feel to have him pound into me to the hilt, like in those adult videos?

How good would it feel if he scraped my walls with his glans, just like he did with his fingers earlier?

No matter how hard my rationality tries to erase these thoughts,

my imagination runs wild on its own.

That’s the third problem.

“…Go ahead.”

Without checking if this shallow penetration has eased my heat.

…Nodding in agreement is the fourth.

Honestly, it didn’t matter if I paid attention or not.

These were problems I could minimize, even if I couldn’t fully resolve them.

As long as he didn’t go all the way in,

as long as my mind slammed the brakes no matter what my body wanted,

as long as I fought harder against the fantasies gnawing at me—

Nodding wasn’t a big deal either.

If anything, the slow penetration might’ve made me more sensitive than before.

So—

“Hng…?!”

Just as Woojin’s cock seems about to slip out, it plunges deeper with the recoil.

Deeper. The word alone sums it up—maybe another knuckle’s worth.

But the sensation is starkly different from before.

For the briefest moment, my mind whites out from pleasure—though a more detailed description would be…

…This is dangerous.

Losing my mind over mere pleasure?

A girl like Yozora might squeal in delight,

but any sane person would—

—stop this immediately.

“Ah, w-wait… Hold on…”

Let’s stop here for today.

Next time, if I accidentally go into heat again, we’ll continue.

You’ve worked hard.

…It felt good.

All the lines I mentally prepared to end things here—

“Wai……. …. …ha……”

—shatter as that trash pushes his hips in further.

Only about half of him is inside, yet when I lower my gaze, I can clearly see how much remains.

All I can do—

—is pant with a sweet, trembling voice each time Woojin subtly thrusts deeper.

“Ngh…, ah……. …Don’t…”

Kicking him away is nearly impossible, my strength sapped by pleasure.

…That leaves only conversation.

But would he even listen if I begged him to stop now?

If he asks why, how should I answer?

What should I do?

If it’s already this bad,

how will I—

—last until the end?

…Ngh.

“H-Hey, Woo…jin……”

“Yeah?”

“…Let’s stop… here…”

“Here?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“Why?”

“I think… ngh… I’m better… now…”

“…I see.”

“So… pull out…”

A blatant lie. I’m far from fine—if anything, this will only accelerate my descent into depravity.

I don’t think about the aftermath.

I still don’t know how to resolve my heat without sex, but that’s not important now.

Before my mind blacks out from filthy pleasure, I must stop Woojin from going deeper.

We can stick to the original deal—using my mouth or hands. Or my chest.

He said rubbing between them, slick with saliva, would suffice. It shouldn’t be too hard.

I may not compare to Yozora or Sua, but I’m big enough to envelop him…

As I stretch my arms to push against his firm body, urging him to pull out—

“You think you’re better now?”

“……Ngh!? W-Wait… I clearly said to st—”

Instead of withdrawing, his cock drives deeper.

…Not with rough, pounding thrusts,

but as if memorizing every contour of my walls,

every spot that makes me shudder—

slowly,

deliberately.

“…You’re still in heat.”

“I’m… not… Let go… Get out…”

“Your walls keep clenching around me. How is that ‘not’?”

“I said I’m not… Move… …ah…”

My attempt to push him away backfires.

Interpreting even that slight resistance as defiance, he pins my wrists above my head.

…The difference in our sizes leaves me helpless as he leans closer,

his whisper brushing my ear.

“…Tell me if it feels good or bad.”

“…”

“…You hate it?”

His swollen glans drags along my soaked walls—

Scrape, scrape—

before pulling out just enough to tease.

“Well?”

“…I… hate it…”

“Answer me.”

“……Hah…?!”

The sudden emptiness makes me acutely aware of the slick fluid dripping from my entrance.

But before embarrassment fully sets in,

that familiar pressure returns.

…A pressure I’m already growing accustomed to,

forcibly spreading my walls to fill me completely.

“…You’ll feel even better like this.”

“……”

This time,

he’s not going deeper.

In fact,

he’s slowly pulling out—

“W-Wait…”

“…”

“…My heat… I don’t think it’s… gone yet…”

“Just say if it feels good or bad.”

“…”

“…”

My mouth—

—belongs to my body, not my mind.

“…It’s good…”

“…”

And so, it speaks on its own.