episode_0281

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We inevitably grow tired of things we’ve grown accustomed to.

Why else would food that once seemed so delicious—something we thought we could eat for the rest of our lives—lose its appeal after just a week at most?

Even the rarest delicacies require the occasional instant noodles or fried snacks in between to keep them from becoming tiresome.

And pleasure is no different.

The first time I dipped my toes into adult culture, the atmosphere alone overwhelmed me with something indescribable. But after experiencing it a few more times, that feeling faded entirely.

…So, after years of “experimenting” with girls who liked me, I’ve concluded this:

The best foreplay? This.

“Wanna try this side? Just for a bit.”

Having sex right next to another couple, separated only by a thin wall.

“Stop trying to cover my eyes. Hurry up.”

“Mmm…”

“Next time, I’ll make a little noise too, okay?”

One advantage of this little game:

Whether reactions from beyond the wall reach us or not, just the awareness that another couple is whispering nearby makes the girl’s reactions even better.

Two.

The randomness of the reactions from the next room is also very much to my taste.

Of course, I’ve yet to hear anything insane like, “Wanna join us?”

Some are too lost in pleasure to care if they’re heard.

Some, perhaps dissatisfied with the soundproofing, suddenly quiet their moans.

Some go at it so fiercely, as if competing, that the girl snaps at them to be gentler.

And sometimes, the soundproofing is so good you hear nothing at all.

This kind of thing.

How could I get tired of it so quickly when the reactions are so varied?

So now, the couple next door—who booked a room in broad daylight, clearly brimming with lust—what kind of reaction will they show?

I was really curious.

But the couple in the next room this time…

Just like all my past experiences…

– …! …, ……!

…was whispering secretively, making sure nothing leaked through the wall.

…Their heated breaths,

stifled as much as possible.

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If I think back to when I masturbated this dawn while watching the recorded video Yozora sent me, it wasn’t much different from now.

Pressing down on my clit and around it with my fingertips—already done.

Curling my fingers slightly and pushing them inside—did that for a full hour too.

But back then, even if it was pleasure, it was lukewarm, fake pleasure, so I could squirm endlessly under the covers.

Now, though,

that’s a little harder.

…The only things that changed are the location.

And the fact that Seo Woo-jin is the only one here.

“You get wet really easily. And I haven’t even done much yet.”

“…Ha, ah……, ha….”

My heart pounds so hard it feels like my insides are shaking.

…My body, too, doesn’t seem to move the way I want it to.

All I can do is let out heavy sighs, my breath thick with moisture, over and over.

…Ah, and.

Whispering so the next room doesn’t hear.

“Stop staring. It’s a compliment.”

“How is that… a compliment…?!”

“I’d rather have someone who reacts easily to even small things than someone as unresponsive as a rock. That’s just my preference.”

“I don’t care… about your preferences…!”

“You asked why it was a compliment, so I answered.”

“Shut up… Just, shut up….”

“…So stubborn. Really.”

Even if I glance down, even if I flinch and twist away, the wet sounds don’t stop.

Annoyed by Woo-jin’s voice mixed in with those sounds, I look down again to see he’s long stopped licking and is now shamelessly prodding my pussy with his fingers.

My folds, soaked wet—maybe from my juices splashing—and his fingers, equally drenched.

All of it.

“Since we’re already like this, wouldn’t it be better to be a little more honest? It’d be way more efficient.”

“…I am being honest… right now… Ugh…”

“Well, if you don’t want to, fine. Let me know if you change your mind.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…! It’s just… Nngh……”

I wish that were all.

That those wet fingers were just relentlessly, freely thrusting into my weak spots.

That I could just reach climax a few times and stretch out blissfully on the bed.

But he never lets me stay like that.

“…Hhk?!”

“Ah, you like this spot?”

“I don’t… know…!”

“…You must really love this. Rubbing here with my fingertips.”

“Hah…, …Nngh….”

“Your mouth keeps saying ‘I don’t know,’ ‘I don’t like it,’ but your body’s so easy to read. Convenient.”

“Hahk…, hhk…. Hhk…….”

“If we’d kept our deal—one orgasm for each time you came—it would’ve been pretty fun.”

At first, he tormented me until I came multiple times.

Then, as if realizing, “Ah, she’s about to lose it,”

or maybe because he just wanted to see me squirm from overstimulation—

He stopped licking my clit, which had been driving me to the edge every few seconds.

Instead, just before I could tip over, those clumsy fingers would ruthlessly seek out every weak spot inside me,

…press deep into places my own fingers couldn’t reach,

stop right before climax,

gently trace the folds,

…then stop again at the brink.

Over and over.

…Until my head went hazy, my mind blank.

Countless times.

Completely.

“…Hahk……, …haahk….”

Psycho bastard.

After touching me like that, he tells me to hold back my moans if I don’t want the next room to hear.

What the hell am I supposed to do, you crazy bastard…!

…Just say it honestly.

You actually want them to hear me, don’t you?

If you’d just say that…

I’d do it. I would…!

They’re strangers anyway, so I could let them hear a little.

So don’t stop…

…Just make me come properly.

You awful bastard.

But unlike my honest desire, the last shred of my pride clamps around my throat, so all I can do is glare at Woo-jin…

Bite down hard on my lower lip at the brink of climax, thinking ‘finally’ like some pitiful fool,

…and glare at this psycho bastard with even more irritation as he cuts off the stimulation.

That’s all.

“Something to say?”

“…….”

Glaring.

That’s all I can do.

The hierarchy set from the start never changes.

Seo Woo-jin, the giver of pleasure, is the dominant.

I, the receiver, am the submissive.

No matter how murderously the submissive glares, the dominant’s reaction is predictable.

…He’d find it cute.

A girl who’s usually too busy gasping to speak, now growling to protect her dignity.

Like a yapping puppy or a pouting cat.

That’s all it’d seem like to him.

“Ah, were you going to say we should just have sex already or something?”

“…If you know, then hurry up. Time isn’t infinite.”

That’s why he can act so arrogantly, like he’s got me in the palm of his hand.

I spit my words at him like venom, then pull a pillow beside my head into my arms—

to muffle my voice if needed.

But did Woo-jin really not want to listen?

Before the “treatment” could begin, he shoved the hand he’d just been fingering me with right in my face.

“…See this?”

“…….”

“This is what someone who’s supposed to ‘handle things herself during sex’ looks like? Really?”

“…….”

A bit of my juices had splashed, but his four fingers were otherwise fine.

Only the middle finger—the longest and thickest—was soaked to the root, glistening.

…If he dragged his thumb across it, a sticky, transparent thread would stretch between them, humiliatingly.

“….”

That finger had been thrusting deep inside me, pressing, prodding…

No.

Even if it’s this wet,

if he starts fucking me with that hard, hideous thing in front of me…

Wouldn’t I just abandon my pride and resign myself to moaning helplessly?

…No.

Thoughts I’d never have if I weren’t in heat keep piercing my mind.

Normally, my reaction would just be—

Ugh, gross.

That’s all.

“I-It’s because you keep touching me like this…!”

“Even considering that, there’s way too much. How much do you masturbate to get this wet from just fingers…?”

“I’m in heat, in heat, that’s why…!”

No.

Stop.

I can’t let him drag me into his rhythm.

Woo-jin just wants to see me snap and lash out.

Playing along with this pervert’s tune only hurts me.

I lower my voice, hug the pillow tighter, and speak with my eyes.

…Shut up,

get the condom,

put it on,

stick it in,

and just move your hips.

“…Hk, wait… what are you…”

But instead of pulling away, he moves closer.

Even when I try to push him back, closer.

Pinning my wrist to the bed, closer.

…His fingers, slick with my wetness.

The distinct, searing body heat of a man.

So close it feels like sirens are blaring in my head.

“Don’t tell me you’re planning to go raw…”

“Not that. I just thought of something I want to do before we start.”

“Something you want to do…?”

Before I can decipher his cryptic words,

he pulls away the pillow covering me and brings his glistening finger to my lips.

…At this point, it’s impossible not to understand.

This man.

He’s planning to make me lick it.

“…Do you think I’m Yozora? Get it away.”

“Yozora?”

“Do you think I’m your sex slave?”

“No. I see you as more of a friends-with-benefits thing—someone I meet when we both need it.”

“Friends… Whatever. Just take your hand away. It’s gross.”

“Why would I? …I’m telling you to lick it yourself.”

“…….”

“…What, does this hurt your pride?”

It does.

Last time, when I sucked his cock, when I swallowed his cum, I had to rationalize it as “I was in heat” to not dwell on it.

…But this time, it’s from my own body.

And something I can’t even guess the taste of—

A liquid that exists solely to make sex feel good.

“Of course it does. Why wouldn’t it?”

“After we have sex… you’ll have to lick it mixed with my cum anyway, right?”

“…Why would I lick something so disgusting…?”

“I made you feel good first, so shouldn’t you do something for me too? That’s how mutual satisfaction works.”

“…It’s not just me feeling good. …The sex.”

“If I could only have sex with you, maybe. But I have Yozora. And Han Sua. …And others.”

“…How very like you.”

At least it’s still just a clear, sticky fluid—not yet tainted by that thick, white impurity.

…And it’s not on his cock, just his finger.

Not even all five fingers, just the middle one.

“…Just this once. But later, I won’t… suck your dick….”

To lick it,

I stare up at Woo-jin looming over me and hesitantly stick out the tip of my tongue.

…Well.

Not that it matters, since he immediately shoves his finger into my mouth.

“…Slrp, mmph… Phhap……”

Not slyness. More like… shamelessness.

A personification of shamelessness, he wriggles his finger inside my mouth,

scraping the roof,

teeth,

inner cheeks,

over my tongue,

under it.

However he wants.

Freely.

Unable to resist, I clamp down on his finger and lick it obediently.

The taste?

Like licking clean metal.

Something even I can’t describe, gathering on my tongue before…

…gulp, I swallow.

“…Happy now, you pervert…?”

“You swallowed?”

“You think I’d hold it in my mouth…?”

“Let me check.”

“Ah, shit…! Don’t stick your finger in again…!”

“Not sticking it in. Just making sure you really swallowed.”

“…I hate you….”

If I ever get the chance, I’ll make him pay with interest.

Glaring at this lowlife pervert, I swallow more saliva to “disinfect” my mouth and hug the pillow again.

“Then now…”

“…….”

…Same as last time, huh?

Watching Woo-jin grab a motel condom, the hatred from earlier vanishes, replaced by my heart pounding on its own.

Since I can’t actually hit him,

I beat him senseless in my imagination to snap out of it.

“…It is a bit small. And tight.”

“…….”

“But well, this should…”

“…….”

“…Ah, right. You’ll have to hold in your moans.”

– Sorry, sorry. I just don’t like coming inside the condom.

“….”

“…?”

…A vaguely familiar voice from beyond the wall.

Too flustered to place the name, but undeniably familiar.

“…You’ll really have to keep quiet. Right?”

“….”

Before I know it,

hick,

hick.

I start hiccuping cutely.