episode_0288

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…This position—lifting me like an object.

Seo Woojin’s face is unnecessarily close.

“Even if you… pound me this hard… she won’t… hear it… right?”

“…….”

“The hairdryer noise… reaches all the way here… you know…”

“Huu…”

“Even so… you… can’t win… against me…”

My body is the same. Unnecessarily close.

Because of that, I hate how my breathing keeps tangling with Woojin’s for no reason.

I hate how our sweat-slicked skin keeps touching everywhere.

And worst of all, because we’re so close, I can smell his scent all over me, which makes it even worse.

…And this sex—where he’s pounding into me relentlessly, as if he refuses to lose to me.

It’s so deep for no reason, it feels… really unpleasant…

…

…Unpleasant.

Not.

“Win? What’s there to win? …I just said I wanted you to hear it. It’s not like we set this up as a punishment.”

“Even so… your pride… ngh… your pride must be hurt… right…?”

“…Not really?”

“Liar…”

“A liar? What makes you say that?”

“Ever since earlier… you’ve been going thud… thud… trying so hard… ngh… to make sure my moans… get heard…”

“That’s just because… haah… having sex with you feels good.”

“…Pfft… Acting like you don’t care… so funny…”

Leaving behind the noisy hairdryer sound from beyond the wall.

Thud, thud.

With his arm hooked under my knee, he drives his cock into my soaked cunt over and over.

The act of rubbing our genitals together, sticky and wet.

Sex—something that can be explained so simply—yet with every one of his movements, an unbearably filthy pleasure clings to my entire body, refusing to fade.

It piles up, piles up, piles up.

Honestly, even as Woojin’s hips move repeatedly… I’m already… lightly… losing myself.

But the heat tormenting me, the pleasure strangling my throat, shows no sign of subsiding.

Of all things, because I’m a gumiho.

Of all things, because gumiho have this useless flaw called heat.

And of all things, because of that…

…Compatibility, I guess you could call it.

That must be why it fits so perfectly.

Of course, since he’s the only man in the academy who knows my true identity, this is hundreds of times better than doing this with Yoo Siwoo.

But still.

I can’t help but feel ashamed of myself.

…That this sex—where Woojin lifts me up and pounds into me noisily—feels the best out of all the sex I’ve had so far.

To the point I can’t even admit it honestly.

“…Ah, wait… hold on…”

Woojin, who had been pressing his forehead against mine during sex,

naturally shifts his position, burying his face beside mine,

Thrust, thrust, slam.

Hitting that sweet spot deep inside,

over and over.

Even as he forcefully presses into that pleasurable place repeatedly,

all I can do is stretch out my arms and push against his firm chest.

And even that isn’t sincere—

just a half-hearted attempt at pushing him away.

With the faint sound of the hairdryer beyond the wall in my ears.

With the idle chatter between Yoo Siwoo and some girl slipping through the gaps.

With the sound of sex filling the room, drowning out all those small noises, searing into my mind.

…I weakly pull my hands away.

All I can do is clench around Woojin’s hard length,

squeezing it helplessly.

“Acting like you don’t like it, when you clearly love sex like this.”

“Love… my ass… you…”

“You were honest for a second earlier, but now you’re back to saying you hate it?”

“…I don’t hate it…”

“You like it. You said it feels good when I pound into you deep like this, right?”

“…….”

“And look how tight your walls are clinging to me… You think I wouldn’t notice?”

“Th-that’s just… your imagination…”

“Imagination?”

“Oh… ngh…!”

Embarrassed at being called out, I quickly spit out a lie, but it doesn’t work.

Woojin, who looks completely aroused, pushes me a little harder against the wall.

…Then forces all nine of my tails to cushion his lower back like they’re nothing more than support.

Again.

This time, not violently.

But slowly.

Instead,

incredibly.

Incredibly.

…Deeply.

“…How long are you going to keep making excuses like that?”

“Hah… hah…”

“You’re like this because you’re in heat, right? You’re not usually like this.”

“…Ah, ahhk…! Wait… if you move…”

“So just… blame it all on that.”

“Blame… ngh… blame what…?”

“This state you’re in—it’s all because you’re in heat.”

“That’s… obvious…”

“Right. It is obvious. I said something similar last time too. …But today, suddenly, these excuses feel a lot weaker.”

“…….”

“…I wonder why?”

“…I don’t… know…”

“Is it because it’s almost the same as the truth now?”

“No… ngh…!”

Teasingly.

He pulls his hips back slightly before thrusting back in, stimulating my fornix.

“It’s because you’re in heat. There’s nothing you can do about it, right?”

“……Obviously…”

“Even if this feels good now, you’d normally find it disgusting, but you can’t help it because of the heat.”

“Right… ngh… right…”

Embarrassing, but pleasurable.

Something I never want to be caught doing, but something I want to keep doing until the very edge.

Words that I, caught in this contradictory situation, can’t help but succumb to.

Whispered.

Right into my ear.

“…Even this—it feels good because you’re in heat.”

“Nn… nghh…”

“Right?”

“Obviously… stop saying it… …Ah… ahhk…”

Maybe because he held back for nearly 30 seconds.

Before I knew it, he was slamming into my soaked cervix with rough, relentless thrusts.

…That felt amazing from the start.

As if it was only because of the heat, as if Woojin had tamed my cervix by pressing into it like this.

“…Baek Seoyeon.”

“Yes…?”

“Which one felt better?”

“Ah… ah?”

“Just holding it still like before, or pounding into you like this. Which one felt better?”

“……It’s… the same… one or the other…”

“I know your reactions are different, so answer properly.”

“….”

“Hurry.”

“….”

“…It’s because you’re in heat, right? It’s not like you really feel that way.”

“….”

“I’ll do whatever you answer. …The sex.”

“……The moving one…”

“Louder.”

“…The moving one… feels a little better…”

“….”

“B-but, you must want to cum too… …Hhk…”

Words I didn’t want to say out of shame.

But in the heat of the moment, as Woojin pressed for an answer, they spilled out on their own.

This time, I said it myself.

Fully conscious.

And before I could add anything else,

Woojin.

“S-slowly… …You’re too excited…”

Uses me like an onahole.

“You can hang onto me tighter than this. …Wrap your arms around my neck more.”

I wrap my legs around his waist—legs that only knew to curl my toes at the peak of pleasure.

Afraid that holding him too tightly might stop him from moving his hips… I leave just a little slack.

“…And, want to try kissing?”

“…We already did… earlier…”

“Earlier, I was the one who did it. …This time, you try. As practice.”

“…Wh-why would I need to practice… this…”

“How long are you going to just take it? …Are we going to be together forever?”

“….”

“I’m just a trashy bastard who only thinks about dirty things, right? …What are you going to do when you meet a sincere, good man who fits your tastes?”

“….”

“…Hurry up. …Like you said, I want to cum right now.”

“……It’s just… practice… Not because I mean it, just practice…”

“I know.”

Trying to picture an ideal man—someone other than Seo Woojin—in my head.

But since I can’t, I end up picturing the face of that trash who only chases after women.

…I lick my lips once for no reason.

Then,

“Nn, mm… …Fhue… Chup…”

Pulling his nape closer with all my strength.

I awkwardly slide my tongue in.

…I don’t really know how to do this.

Remembering how Woojin kissed me earlier.

Copying him.

As if asking if I’m doing it right.

Awkwardly.

“Fhaa… ha… haa… Is that… enough…?”

“…Enough? You only did it for like 10 seconds.”

“I can’t… breathe properly…”

“…What are you talking about? Just breathe through your nose.”

“That… mm…”

“How did you do it when I kissed you?”

“…I don’t remember…”

“…No helping it, then.”

But despite my efforts… it seems he wasn’t satisfied.

Even as he thrusts into me, pushing against my cervix as if trying to squeeze out every drop of cum,

the way he tangles his tongue with mine, sweet and deep,

“…Fh… haak… mm, chuup…”

Even though I feel like I’ve learned how to breathe properly by now,

he pays no mind, pinning me against the wall and slamming into me.

That trash…

…Seo Woojin.

As if determined to ruin me completely, he rams into my lower abdomen roughly.

“Chuup… …Bheh… ……. …♡…….”

Eventually, I can feel his cock twitching violently inside me,

Bhuuu… bhulek, bht…

Slamming into my pubic bone with wet, messy sounds as he cums.

Without thinking, my legs tighten around his waist, pressing the head of his cock flush against my cervix…

Cumming so much, for so long.

Still kissing me until the very end.

Definitely.

My kissing must not have felt good.

…But if it didn’t excite him,

I wouldn’t know.

“Hah… hah… nghk…”

Right after the kiss ends, leaving my head hazy with color.

As I let my tongue hang out, drooling someone’s saliva, Woojin pulls out, pushing my limp legs away.

…Between my sweat-slicked chest, I catch a glimpse of the condom, rolled up almost to the point of slipping off.

And the thick, sticky cum clinging to the tip.

I wonder if Yozora or Hansua take that raw, too.

Hansua might not, but a pervert like Yozora must have tried it at least a few times.

Even in that video I saw last time, she said it was safe and did it raw.

So that would mean…

Filling up inside, all the way to the…

As I steady my quickened breath alongside these unsettling thoughts, a voice comes from Woojin, who’s still holding me up.

“…Looks like they left. Yoo Siwoo.”

“….”

It’s true.

Beyond the wall, it’s eerily quiet.

Maybe they heard us and are staying silent—I try to heighten my senses, but there’s no sign of anyone.

Honestly, I’m not even sure when the hairdryer noise stopped, but more importantly—

“…Do you think they heard? You were panting pretty loud.”

“….”

…Did Yoo Siwoo hear us?

But.

“I-if they heard, they would’ve banged on the door… Or broken through this wall…”

“…You think so too?”

Maybe they left while we were kissing.

The kiss I tried only lasted about 10 seconds,

but Woojin kept going for so long… until my head was foggy.

…Though I don’t know exactly how long it was, and all I could hear was the pounding of my heart and the wet sounds of our tongues.

If Yoo Siwoo had heard my voice,

something would’ve definitely happened.

“……How much time… is left…?”

“We should probably head back soon.”

“…That’s why I’m asking how much is left…”

“If we just fix our clothes and leave, about 5 minutes.”

“5 minutes… then… um…”

“…….”

“…Ah, I mean, if we leave now, we might run into Yoo Siwoo…”

“Right. I get it, so listen.”

“…….”

“…Clean up the mess you made with your mouth. Lick it, suck it, throat it—I don’t care how, just get every last bit.”

Thinking we weren’t caught, I slide off Woojin’s arms and wobble to my knees.

“…Trashy bastard… …Really…”

I wonder how many times Yozora has done this.

With that pale, floating delusion in mind,

I take the disgusting, bitter cum.

The fluids that spilled because the condom rolled up.

Without leaving a single drop.

Into my mouth.