episode_0280

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I’m pretty sure I was struggling quite a bit earlier because of my restless, tangled-up emotions right up until entering the motel.

But maybe it was thanks to splashing lukewarm water all over my collarbone.

Now, I feel a little more at ease.

…At ease? No, not quite.

I’m not at ease.

Rather, words like acceptance—

Or understanding—would fit better.

Especially since the deeper I think about what I “have to do soon,” the more fury boils up from the depths of my heart.

I don’t need to agonize over emotions like jealousy.

It’s just that my shitty, useless body went into heat on its own, and that disgusting act I don’t even want to acknowledge just happened to feel good.

Regardless of the reason, the fact remains that it felt good, so if I think of it as just envying Yozora for doing the same thing… that at least makes some sense.

Thinking this way, I could even understand what happened earlier this morning.

I still hate Seo Woo-jin. He still pisses me off, makes me sick, and if I got the chance, I’d beat the hell out of him.

…But sex.

It felt really good—that’s the truth.

And besides, I’m constantly teetering on the edge of going into heat anyway.

I spent nearly an hour muffling myself while watching those two engage in their filthy act.

As a woman, there’s nothing I can do about it.

“Sigh…”

Same as always today too.

I just have to relieve these selfishly surging desires, and then we can go back to being strangers.

Besides, this time is still way better than how things played out before.

At least now isn’t as bad as that first time in the infirmary, when I stumbled in clueless about what to do and ended up getting fondled.

Nor is it as bad as that time at his place—his, a man’s home—where I recklessly masturbated in a dress shirt, ears and tail out, only to get caught.

I’m not in a state where I’ll lose my mind if I don’t have sex right this second.

Lewd thoughts do pop up abruptly, but they’re at a level where I can somewhat suppress them.

If I had to put numbers to it, it’d be about 70% sanity, 30% heat-addled mentality.

So if we can just calmly, quietly finish this dry, emotionless sex and part ways like nothing happened, that’d be ideal.

And if possible, I’d prefer to be on top—moving like how Yozora did yesterday.

…Not because of some kid-like “Yozora did it, so I wanna too” mentality.

It’s just easier to control that way.

If I let Woo-jin do whatever he wants, he’ll just recklessly slam against my pelvis again, thud, thud.

I’d rather be the one in control.

I turn off the faucet one last time, roughly wipe my body dry, then step out of the bathroom wearing the same robe as Woo-jin.

I debate whether there’s even a need to dress properly when we’re about to have sex anyway,

but then I remember how Woo-jin looked earlier.

So, for no particular reason, I tie the robe securely.

“Done washing?”

“…Can’t you tell?”

As I walk out, I spot Woo-jin comfortably sitting by the bed, as if this were his own room.

I snap back at his casual question…

…then hesitantly walk over and eventually plop down right next to him.

Even if I say I hate it and glare at him with folded arms, what’s the point?

In the end, I still have to have se—x with him.

It’s better to just get it over with quickly and say goodbye.

“…?”

But then.

A strange sound beyond the wall makes me glance to the side.

…That was definitely…

A girl moaning…

“Soundproofing here isn’t great, huh? This building looks pretty old, so I guess that’s why.”

“…This barely counts as soundproofing?”

Unlike my dumbfounded expression, Woo-jin just shrugs it off with an awkward chuckle.

Not so much like he’s used to this, but more like…

Since he already heard those moans before I did, he doesn’t seem bothered anymore.

…Wait, anyway—

You expect me to sleep with Woo-jin here?

Don’t make me laugh.

If we do, the people next door will hear everything… my voice.

I don’t want to do it here.

…It’s embarrassing.

“C-can’t we switch rooms?”

“If there was someone at the front desk, maybe? But I don’t know about unmanned motels like this.”

“No, like, through the kiosk…”

“I didn’t see anything about changing rooms. Did you?”

“…”

I didn’t.

I wasn’t watching the entire time, but at least while I was looking, there was nothing like that.

Just: reservation, overnight stay, short-term stay.

Which room.

How to pay.

Then done.

…Then there’s only one option left.

Pay more and book another room.

So I immediately get up to change clothes, but—

“…If it’s this loud…”

“…”

“Then we shouldn’t make loud noises, right?”

Woo-jin, sitting right next to me, pins me down before I can move.

While proposing the dumbest, most idiotic solution possible.

“What kind of stupid—?! We can just get another room…!”

“Ah, that is an option.”

“Move. I’ll even pay for it myself…!”

I whisper-yell, afraid the next room might hear, and brace my arms to push him off—this looming shadow over me.

At first, I strain against his shoulders… but fail.

Then I slide my hands down to his chest—fail again.

Unable to comprehend why he’s doing this despite my perfectly logical suggestion, I try pushing harder against this stupidly hard male physique—

Then it hits me.

“…You can’t be serious…”

“…”

…Because a filthy thought flashes through my mind.

I stare dead into his smiling face.

If we’re talking about dominance here, obviously he is in control.

I’m the one who needs my heat-addled body dealt with.

But what if he, the one in control, wants the people next door to hear me moaning like they’re hearing now…?

Even if not that far, what if he just enjoys watching me struggle to hold back my moans, humiliated?

“…You fucking pervert bastard…”

“Yep. A pervert. So much so that I mess around with multiple women and sleep with you too.”

My quiet curse slips out as my thoughts spiral—but his hands, which had only been blocking my escape, suddenly grip my robe.

“…Why do you sound so proud? Being a pervert is something to brag about?”

“If we were actually dating and I cared about only showing you my ‘good side,’ maybe not. But between us? …We’re just sex partners.”

“…”

“You need my body to relieve yourself. …And me? I like your face and body well enough.”

“Ngh… J-just wait, let’s at least go to the bathroom…!”

“If that’s what you wanted, you should’ve asked to change rooms earlier. …You just called me stupid, but you’re the dumb one, aren’t you?”

…Unlike my hands, his are large. Rough.

Warm—heated with excitement, even—

His fingers try to force open the robe covering my chest, but fail against the tied knot.

Giving up on brute-forcing it, he reaches for the loose end of the knot instead.

“…If you don’t want them to hear, just hold back your noises. Easy, right? You already know.”

“…”

“Or is that too hard for you?”

“…”

Is this what it feels like to be backed into a corner?

I can’t blurt out something dumb like, It’s easy, no big deal.

But admitting it’s hard is…

…Not even about whether it’s true or not—it’s a matter of pride.

So I bite my lip and glare. He grins back, enjoying himself, and tugs the knot loose.

The flimsy robe slides aside without resistance.

…Exposing my body—

Rinsed off with water and body wash just moments ago—

Completely.

To his gaze.

“…Damn, your body’s gorgeous. Even your fur’s like soft down. No wonder you’re a nine-tailed fox—people must lose their minds over you.”

“…Shut up. Compliments like that don’t mean shit to me.”

“Not trying to make you grateful. Not even a compliment.”

“…”

“If I wanted to compliment you… I’d say something like, You’re so obedient, Seo-yeon~ But that’d probably make you cringe too hard to function.”

“…Disgusting. Seriously.”

Not trying to make you grateful. Not even a compliment.

Then why the hell would he praise my body like that? He doesn’t even like me.

As I start puzzling over it, Woo-jin reaches to the side and tosses something soft at my head—making me yelp.

…A pillow.

“Put that under your head and scoot further in. You’re too close to the edge.”

“…What’s it matter if I’m at the edge?”

“Stop nitpicking and just listen. …Unless you’re nitpicking for another reason?”

“…Ugh, fine. I’ll move. Just—fucking hell…”

Annoying.

Nitpicking for another reason? He’s basically asking if I have some weird kink like Yozora.

…I swear, I don’t have any filthy kinks like that.

Now, or ever. Never.

So, to prove it, I shift from the edge to the middle of the bed—then glare at Woo-jin as he follows my feet.

“We should probably keep our voices down too. …Unless you want the next room to hear.”

“…”

“…And take off this cheap robe.”

“…”

…His face. Not plain, but not drop-dead gorgeous either.

The movie actors I’ve seen as test subjects were dozens of times hotter.

His body. Not plain, but not sculpted like a god either.

Just a fit average guy. Pleasant to look at is the most accurate description.

And his… thing.

…

…Well.

I’ve heard other races can be bigger than that.

Length, girth, hardness—whatever.

It’s not that huge either.

On a scale of 1 to 10, maybe an 8.

But despite appearances, his insides are pitch-black rotten—not even worth a 1—as he positions himself over me.

…Without permission.

And starts tormenting my stiffened nipples.

“…Ngh… Hah…”

Tormenting.

The perfect word for his touch.

Gripping the soft flesh, dragging his fingertips slowly, occasionally flicking the tips—

An infuriating way to touch me.

Less like pleasurable foreplay, more like he’s playing with me.

My breathing hitches in irritation as he smirks and moves lower.

…If it’s below my chest,

then obviously—

“…Hii…! Ugh…!”

“Hold your legs up. With your arms.”

“…Huh? H-hold them how…?”

“Hook your arms under your knees… …Like this.”

“…”

“…Stay like that.”

…The place used for sex.

That shameful spot.

To let Woo-jin use it, I have no choice but to grip my legs tightly.

“…Ngh…! Hah…! Haah…!”

Woo-jin parts my tightly closed folds with his thumb.

Then, whether from leftover moisture or not, his fingers slide effortlessly along the slick flesh inside.

…With nothing but the neighboring moans filling the silence,

the wet, sticky sounds reach my ears too clearly.

“…Last time, you were soaked even without me touching you. Not today, huh? Just a little wet.”

“Of course, ngh—!”

“Of course?”

“…Bastard…”

“Why the swearing? I heard you’re super nice to other students.”

“You’re not… a student…”

“Calling your sex partner names is weird too, unless that’s the kink you got together for.”

“…”

“…Legs. Hold them tighter. Don’t relax.”

“…”

“…Good.”

“Ngh…!”

My cheeks burn with humiliation as he spreads my legs wider and presses his lips to my clit.

…Bastard, asshole—even if I don’t swear often, the familiar curses spill out quietly.

But each one just makes him exhale lightly against my skin.

Then, with fingers I’ve barely even dared to touch myself,

he teases the entrance—

Almost but not quite pushing in—

until all I can do is gasp, no curses left.

“Ah, and your voice. Should probably keep it down, right?”

“…”

“…They’re closer now, so it’s even clearer. The girl next door.”

“…”

“Even the sound of hips against stomach… I can kinda hear it.”

“…”

He keeps emphasizing the neighboring moans.

As if stacking warnings in my head: If you don’t want them to hear, be careful.

But,

contrary to his words,

…this bastard—

“Ah, hik…! W-wait, just—”

“…Don’t let it out.”

“…Huu… Huu… Huu…”

—is using his tongue to maddeningly tease my clit.

And since my arms are busy holding my legs, I can’t even cover my mouth.

Then, with one finger—middle? index?—

he pushes inside.

“…Fuck, you’re tight. Seriously… just one finger.”

“……, ….”

…Squelch, squelch.

Sounds so embarrassing I could die.

Squelch, squish.

Covered by even more humiliating noises.

Lick, suck.

The sound of his lips on my most sensitive spot.

Squelch, squish.

Drowned out by the same wet sounds.

Faster now.

My thighs tremble uncontrollably.

Tears well up as I glare at him.

He’s tormenting me.

“…Quiet down. Baek… no, noona. You want the next room to hear?”

“Shut… up…”

“If just a finger does this, how will you handle actual sex…?”

“I’ll… deal with it then…! Just… shut up…! …Ngh…!”

“…You can handle it?”

“…Hah…… Haah……….”

He knows why.

He’s heard it straight from me—because I’m a nine-tailed fox.

…Watching me struggle,

getting off on it—

Like the perverted trash he is.