episode_0275

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After thoroughly enjoying the expression of our adorable Seo-yeon pretending like nothing was wrong, we each headed to our own homes…

…As if.

Who knows when an opportunity like this will come again? Might as well enjoy it right now.

Even though it’s not the weekend and we have to wake up early for school tomorrow, cutting back on sleep doesn’t matter at all.

Who cares about sleep? I can just nap at my desk.

Like Ji-yoon, who used to snooze behind me every day.

“Will this angle look good…?”

Thankfully, since I had the place professionally cleaned not too long ago, my apartment is spotless.

For the first time in a while, I had a guest over. While Seo Woo-jin was showering, I discreetly tucked my phone into a gap in the bookshelf and started recording.

Of course, this hiding spot wasn’t something I prepared in advance for a situation like this.

My bedroom felt too empty, so I just copied some interior design ideas I saw online to fill it up.

But because of that… the framing actually looks pretty nice.

I took a test shot, and sure enough, the bed was blatantly zoomed in on.

So as long as the phone doesn’t fall…

Everything will be captured, right?

No matter what we do here.

…No matter what sounds we make.

No matter what we talk about.

Everything.

“Hmm….”

Now, what kind of footage would make Seo-yeon watch every single second without skipping?

While waiting for Woo-jin to finish his quick shower, I forgot about the recording phone and plopped down on the pristine white bed.

No need to overthink it. Even if I just send her a straightforward sex video, it should be fine.

Or maybe something with a special, unconventional twist would be fun too.

If not that…

Ah, it’d be a waste to give up on this idea.

Since it’s for Seo-yeon to watch, how about saying things that’ll sting her while we do it?

When you think about it, wasn’t it Seo-yeon who touched my man first?

Sure, Woo-jin had called himself just a fuck buddy before, and he even mentioned being dumped, so there were gaps in his story…

Not that I particularly care about that. I’m not saying Seo-yeon was wrong, but…

…Seo-yeon, who’ll be watching, might think differently than me.

Like,

feeling guilty toward me.

Or,

shamelessly,

getting jealous of me.

“Yoizora. You should shower too. I just did a quick rinse.”

“Ah, you’re done?”

While lost in these thoughts on the bed, the sound of a towel ruffling through wet hair came from the direction of the abruptly opened door.

…Followed, of course, by Woo-jin’s voice.

Since I don’t own a bathrobe, he dried his hair and walked toward me wearing nothing but his skin.

“I’m not showering! Drying my hair takes too long.”

“At least wash your body. You haven’t showered since you got back today, have you?”

“So what? I don’t smell. Sniff sniff…”

“Are you congested? You reek of alcohol.”

“That much is fine, right? I mean… A girl who supposedly never even held hands with a guy, clinging to her ‘purity,’ ends up letting him fuck her just because she got drunk—that’s kinda hot, don’t you think?”

“You and ‘purity’… And how is that hot?”

“Hah, you really don’t get it, do you…?”

“Where’d you even learn to say stuff like that?”

Woo-jin, shaking out as much water as he could with the towel before running his fingers through his hair.

Me, grinning as I kept talking to him.

Most likely,

the phone had already started capturing us around this point.

Whether the audio was clear enough—

I hadn’t tested it, so I wasn’t sure.

“…Anyway, you’re saying we’re doing it like this?”

“….”

With a creak, Woo-jin placed one knee on the bed and leaned closer to me.

Me, wetting my lips with my tongue before nodding.

Definitely.

The phone was capturing this.

…So that later, when Seo-yeon watches, there won’t be a single doubt in her mind.

Definitely.

“Eek, you’re such a perverted rapist….”

“…What the hell are you talking about?”

Earlier, I’d taken a test shot out of curiosity.

While mentally superimposing my and Woo-jin’s images onto that photo, he suddenly grabbed my wrist, pinned it to the bed, and bit my lip.

…Well, more accurately—

“You’re the one who wanted this. This.”

“…Pffft. ‘Perverted rapist’ is a compliment, dummy.”

(Though I should add: “Woo-jin, who doesn’t know he’s being recorded.”)

“…How much did you drink?”

“Not that much~… Maybe four bottles of soju?”

“That’s a lot.”

“Hehe… But I’m not drunk, so it doesn’t count~…”

“I can taste the alcohol just from our lips touching.”

“That’s makeup! Makeup! Tint!”

“Tint doesn’t taste like this… Wait, you wear that stuff?”

“If it makes me prettier for you, why not~…”

“I’m sorry I only told you to drench me in your scent so Seo-yeon would notice!”

But I had no choice.

Videos like this are way more natural when the person doesn’t know they’re being recorded.

…That way, when Seo-yeon later watches “her friend’s sex tape,”

she won’t have the luxury of calling it gross,

or saying it’s not her thing,

or making any other flimsy excuses.

She’ll just have to plug in her earbuds,

and watch.

…Immerse herself?

No, no.

“Immerse” isn’t quite the right word.

More like…

Focus?

Ahaha.

I don’t know.

In Korean,

or Japanese.

But whatever,

it’s not important!

…What is important is that Seo-yeon will have to watch every second.

That’s what matters.

“…Hah, …ah…. ……Mmph.”

My upper body, which had been leaning forward, was pushed back as our tongues tangled.

A little far from my preferences.

But probably close to Woo-jin’s.

“Ngh… Bite…, slurp… Mmph, suck….”

Since our eye levels didn’t match, I tilted my head up slightly as we kissed.

A little closer to my preferences.

And probably Woo-jin’s too.

“……Hah… Hehe… Can’t breathe….”

…Drool spilled past my lips.

Drool slid down my throat.

After my first-ever kiss that left me lightheaded, I finally pulled away.

Woo-jin, who had been staring down at me with a slow exhale, eventually slid his hand under my waist and tugged my pants down.

…Compared to the countless times I’d imagined this,

his touch was far gentler.

“Lift your hips.”

“….”

I’d have preferred if he’d ripped them off forcefully.

Again, not quite my taste.

But for Seo-yeon, watching through the screen…

How would she react?

Would she like it?

Be flustered?

…Or feel regret?

Maybe our tastes are similar?

“Hey, hey…”

“What?”

“Since we’re doing this, can we… like last time, when Su-a was watching…?”

A pleasant fantasy.

At the same time, I deliberately said something unnecessary for the recording—something we wouldn’t bother with if we were alone.

Unlike the past, when I was obsessed with fantasies of being violated,

now I was just like any other girl.

A girl who wanted to share a secret night with the boy she liked.

…Carefully,

I hooked my thumb into the waistband of my panties,

and tugged them down just enough to expose the crevice between my lower stomach and thighs.

“We’ll do that after.”

“…Last time, you didn’t even ask and just made me feel so good….”

“That was a reward. …For teaching Han Su-a something weird.”

A dangerous topic if caught on mic.

Not because we tricked Su-a, but because it implied we were still scheming—something Seo-yeon mustn’t hear.

Even that thought sent a thrilling shiver down my spine as I chewed on it.

Then, between kisses,

that ugly, monstrous toy of ours…

“Don’t be so stingy…”

“….”

“…You like it too when I pound into you raw, don’t you?”

Grinning,

I brushed my foot against him—

not fully hard yet,

but clearly swollen with blood.

…The angrier he gets,

the harder he’ll punish me.

“You know what image I have in class?”

“…What image?”

“In front of you, I’m just a drunk… but to them, I’m an angel. A total angel.”

“Aren’t you embarrassed calling yourself that?”

“Eek, don’t take it that way…! Anyway, doesn’t it make you want to treat me rougher?”

“Not really.”

“Even though, in front of the boys in class, I’m the pure Japanese girl Yoizora who keeps her distance from guys?”

“….”

“…Hehe. Sensei, that was actually my first kiss just now….”

Despite delivering the line in a tone so fake no one would believe it,

I closed the distance myself and bit Woo-jin’s lip first.

Far from pure,

I tangled our tongues obscenely,

letting transparent drool spill down my chest and stomach before pulling away.

And my clean, soft pussy—

the kind you’d mistake for virginal—

…I quietly spread it open with two fingers,

showing him the entrance:

clean and soft,

but no longer innocent.

“Sensei. Sensei.”

“….”

“Even if you ruin me like this and carve yourself into me… they’ll never know… …Ah…”

Then, as Woo-jin grew even more aroused,

he—

“…Dummy. You’re supposed to start with foreplay, ah… first.”

“You asked me to be rough… And you’re already plenty wet.”

“Only at the entrance. And I never said to break me after one use. Dummy.”

“…Didn’t you say something similar last time?”

“Don’t know. I don’t remember… …Hhk…”

Even after I told him I wasn’t wet enough yet, unlike his fully hardened state,

he kept—

pushing in like he was about to ram me any second.

“Ah, I should use you more often… Like grabbing a sex toy whenever I’m horny.”

“…So you do use those normally, huh.”

“Heeeh… What, are you jealous of a dildo? Or are you planning to train me with it…?”

“…You want me to be jealous? You want me to train you?”

“…Ahaha… An angel wouldn’t know about such things…”

“….”

“Wouldn’t know… such things……”

Trying to swallow the sound of my pounding heart in the noisy atmosphere,

I was suddenly overshadowed by Woo-jin lowering himself over me like we were really about to fuck.

It reminded me so vividly of that time we did it in front of Su-a that—

…Gulp.

I swallowed.

“…Y-You have to do foreplay first…”

“Use your own hand. Just rub your clit and— …Never mind.”

“….”

“That dildo you mentioned earlier… You really have one?”

“…Yeah. I haven’t thrown it away yet.”

Despite claiming to be a clueless angel,

I could never forget how it felt ramming inside me.

Far from stimulating my clit, just the touch of his cock made me drip.

Belatedly—

“…Why? Curious? …Want me to bring it?”

“…Yeah.”

I fetched the dildo—its size laughable compared to Woo-jin’s, despite its fancy name.

…Then he snatched it,

held it against his fully erect flesh to compare sizes,

and in an instant,

it was clear which was superior.

Which was inferior.

“So this is what you’ve been masturbating with?”

“…I only used it a couple times before giving up…”

“Why?”

“…It wasn’t enough.”

I answered honestly.

“It’s pretty big, though. Why not?”

“…It’s not hard enough, the temperature feels fake… and the size is… kinda lacking…”

Between words, I rubbed my slippery clit insistently.

“…What were you comparing it to?”

“…….”

“What were you comparing it to?”

“…That…”

“What.”

“….”

“….”

“…Your cock…”

I answered honestly.

And as I did—

…I kept touching myself.

“…Ngh, ah… suddenly… ah……. Ah………♡”

Even though I hadn’t loosened myself inside.

Even though it had been so long since we last had sex.

Even though the dildo had never reached there—

…Now, he could slam into me to the hilt.

Raw.

Thrust, grind, pound.

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The translation maintains the original tone, pacing, and stylistic choices (e.g., playful teasing, intimate descriptions) while adapting culturally specific nuances (e.g., “sensei” for teacher-like authority) for readability. Let me know if you’d like any refinements!