episode_0284

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A blatant lie.

It wasn’t particularly difficult.

If I were some law-abiding citizen who wouldn’t even jaywalk, maybe… but I’ve spent half my life steeped in lies.

Hiding my identity as a gumiho is practically second nature.

Even infiltrating the Academy right now is just another lie among many.

So it wasn’t hard.

Lying to Seo Woo-jin that sex felt good.

…Guiding him to excitement like that,

drawing out that thick, sticky release like last time…

and healing this aching body of mine.

All I had to do was pile on the usual lies.

“Are you satisfied now? …You perverted bastard.”

“…Say it again.”

“What? …Ah, ‘perverted bastard’? Is that your thing…?”

“Don’t play dumb when you know exactly what I mean.”

See?

Just one little lie, and he’s already this worked up.

…Cost-effective.

It’s great, really.

All I have to do is move my lips a little.

No sincerity needed—

just feed him the words he wants to hear.

“…I liked it when you moved on your own just now….”

“….”

“…Do you want to hear more of these blatant lies?”

“Yeah. So keep going.”

“…You’re ridiculous. Seriously.”

Pushing off Woo-jin’s chest as I sat up, I tucked my disheveled hair behind my ear and carefully rolled my hips.

Unlike earlier, when my inexperience made everything clumsy—

now, just like when Woo-jin had lifted and lowered me himself.

Sticky. Deep.

But not as fast.

…Because the one thing I absolutely couldn’t allow was for Yoo Si-woo beyond the wall to hear my moans.

That was priority number one.

Even as the relentless sound of skin slapping against skin echoed from the next room.

Slap, slap.

I moved my hips slowly.

“Is this… ngh… good enough…?”

“‘Good enough’? What kind of half-assed teasing is this? When do you plan on milking me dry?”

“I’m trying my hardest right now…!”

“Trying hard and doing well are two different things.”

“That’s… that’s… ngh….”

But he didn’t seem satisfied at all with this pace.

…Annoying, but expected.

I noticed it last time too—this guy.

He likes it rough enough to break a sweat.

But what can I do?

If I went all out myself…

I’d definitely make some embarrassing noises.

So can’t you just bear with it if I dirty talk a little?

I even swallowed my pride and lied, saying sex with you felt good.

Isn’t that enough for you?

…Wait.

Do you want something more?

“Baek Seo-yeon.”

“Y-Yes…?”

“Give me your hand.”

“My hand? Why…?”

“Stop asking. Just do it.”

“…….”

Gulping down ragged breaths, I glanced down to see his arm awkwardly reaching toward me.

I didn’t get it, but refusing here wouldn’t get me anywhere.

So I hesitantly stretched out one of the hands braced against his chest and interlaced our fingers.

“Ah….”

With his free hand pushing off the bed, Woo-jin abruptly sat up—

…and naturally, so did I.

My insides still a mess from the stimulation.

Now straddling his thighs.

“W-What are you doing…?”

“You’re terrible at riding. So we’re doing it this way.”

“What’s the difference…?”

“We’re closer. Can’t you tell?”

It was true.

Our faces were much nearer than before.

If I hadn’t been holding his hand, I could’ve leaned back to keep some distance.

…But now, trapped like this, I couldn’t retreat.

In fact, Woo-jin kept tugging my hand behind his back, pulling me even closer.

Close enough that my soft chest pressed firmly against his hard one.

“Move your hips like this again. It might actually turn me on.”

“…….”

Honestly, aside from the proximity, I didn’t see much difference.

Sure, the pressure inside me felt slightly different… but since everything felt good anyway, it wasn’t a big change.

His body heat was more direct…?

Not that it mattered much during sex.

…If I said that out loud, he’d just laugh.

Must be because she’s inexperienced, or something like that.

So I stayed silent and started moving my hips again.

The moans from beyond the wall were getting louder, making me restless.

And the consequences of losing the bet…

…

I really, really didn’t want to find out.

“Ngh… ngh… ah…….”

…This angle felt annoyingly good too.

If I just pressed my oversensitive walls down onto the head of his cock,

let myself drown in pleasure until my skin prickled, then slowly lifted my thighs to pull him out—

Just one thrust.

A single thrust was all it took for an embarrassingly loud moan to escape my throat on its own.

And then—

Two.

Three.

…Five.

Over ten times in a row.

“…You like it that much?”

“Of course I don’t… …I-I do….”

“What do you like?”

“Se…x….”

“Sex with who?”

“…A man… ngh… a man….”

“What man?”

“…Y-You….”

“Say it properly. …Don’t you want to finish quickly?”

“…Seo… Woo-jin….”

My head was spinning.

I barely even knew what I was saying.

…I’d resolved to feed him lies he’d enjoy, but—

What if, in my dazed state, I’d accidentally told the truth…?

The thought flickered through my mind.

“…Want to try moving more freely?”

“…….”

“You’ve figured out where to rub and grind to feel good, right?”

He let go of my hand without resistance—the same hand he’d been gripping tightly until now.

Slightly damp with sweat, now that I thought about it. A little embarrassing.

I subtly wiped it on my thigh, still straddling him, then—

…Unlike before.

I leaned back slightly.

Gripping Woo-jin’s firm, muscular thighs behind me for support.

“You like this position?”

“…Yeah….”

His cock, which had been pressing deep inside, now dragged firmly along my front walls as I put some distance between us.

Creak, creak.

More skillfully than my clumsy attempts earlier.

I started moving my hips up and down.

…The goal was still healing, but—

Feeling good was obviously better.

That was just logical.

“…Pretty bold position. How’d you come up with it?”

“…Just… felt good….”

“Just?”

“Mhm….”

“No other reason?”

“Like there would be… one….”

“Earlier, you said you’d do what I’d like.”

“…….”

“I know it’s a lie, but say it anyway.”

“…The first time we had sex, you did it like this….”

“…Yeah?”

“….”

How had Woo-jin taken me that time?

I distinctly remembered him gripping my hips and pounding into me—wasn’t it around this spot?

Even when I fingered myself at dawn, my fingers couldn’t reach… right here. Exactly here.

I rubbed his cock against that spot over and over.

…It was a lie I’d just made up, but—

How cheap.

Drooling like this, of all things.

“Funny coincidence. This feels way better for me too.”

“…You’re such a pervert.”

“I’ve said it a hundred times—I am a pervert. I followed you here because I wanted to do this with you.”

“Pervert… perverted bastard….”

“Hah… Can you move a little harder? …I’m close.”

“…Even though you have Yoo-jora and Han Su-a… ngh… you trash, sneaking around to fuck me—”

“Less talking, more moving. Faster.”

“I-I am… ngh….”

“Are you? You could be way filthier.”

“…Huh? How—”

“Like this.”

“…W-Wait—?!”

Maybe it was the angle.

For the first time, I looked down at Woo-jin as I cursed at him—but only for a moment.

Pulled tightly into his arms—

My cervix.

Was shoved upward.

“You could fuck me like this too.”

“Ngh… ugh……, ah…….”

“Baek Seo-yeon.”

“Hah, uh……? Ngh….”

“Hey.”

“Ah…! Ngh… uh….”

Even without moving, the sound of skin slapping skin didn’t stop.

The walls that had only given me faint pleasure when I fingered myself at dawn now clenched around his cock like mad, completely ignoring my silent pleas to stop.

…Maybe that’s why Woo-jin stopped asking questions.

Instead, he just fucked up into me noisily, slap slap slap, as if determined to ruin me further.

Holding me tight so my pleasure-wrecked body couldn’t escape.

Grabbing my hips as they tried to lift away and forcing them back down.

And against my lips—dribbling spit onto his shoulders—

“…Mmh…… ngh….”

He forced.

A kiss.

Forced.

His tongue inside.

“S-Stop…….”

“….”

“I said… stop…….”

“….”

“…I hate it…….”

Even so, I didn’t stop cursing him.

First, because it was true—he was a disgusting pervert no woman could resist.

Second, because that very nature of his… pissed me off for some reason.

I couldn’t figure out why.

At most, Woo-jin and I were barely more than acquaintances.

But the thought of him doing this with other girls irritated me to no end.

I’m only doing this with you—

…No.

That sounded weird.

I just meant it pissed me off as a person.

To me, Seo Woo-jin was nothing more than a living, extreme toy for relief.

I stomped down on the strange direction of my thoughts.

Then, to hide my climax-twisted face, I lowered my head and took his cock over and over.

…As long as it was just the sound of my ragged breathing, the girl next door wouldn’t realize it was me.

“Hah… Baek Seo-yeon. Stop hiding your face and look at me.”

“Why should I…?”

“Stop arguing. Now.”

“….”

“…The room next door is already finishing up.”

“….”

“If you lose the bet, I’ll make you do what you hate most.”

“….”

But Woo-jin didn’t even allow me that.

So I—

With the face I wanted to hide.

The face I’d ruined myself.

Kissed that trashy pervert like some lovestruck couple.

…All while he held my head in place with one hand, refusing to let me escape.

And even now, fucking into me until I could barely breathe.

His thumb rubbing my clit.

“….”

Honestly.

It felt… good.

“…Hah… If you’re going to kiss like that, stay still. …You’re terrible at it.”

“…….”

Hidden beneath the sound of skin slapping skin.

Drowned in pleasure hot enough to make my head throb.

I pretended not to notice him pushing me toward another climax.

Until the moans beyond the wall finally stopped.

Slap, slap, slap.

…Thud. Thud.

I spilled my moans into Woo-jin’s mouth.

Only the obscenely loud sounds of sex—

Were sent beyond the wall.

“Hah… hah….”

“…Hear that? ‘I’m coming, I’m coming,’ what a fucking joke.”

But the result was—

The loss I’d already anticipated.

“…….”

“…You lost. The bet.”

Even as he started filling the condom with thick spurts—

…The suspicion that Woo-jin had deliberately held back to rush me.

Was crushed underfoot like my earlier thoughts, vanishing before it could fully form.

The reason was simple.

“…Get on your stomach. Baek Seo-yeon.”

“…….”

“I let you have your way earlier… …Now it’s my turn to fuck you until I’m satisfied.”

“…….”

…The heat I’d thought would be cured in one go.

Still smoldered inside me.

There was no other explanation.

There was no way—

I wanted to keep doing this filthy act.