episode_0298

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I only meant to build a moderate connection with you today.

“Hff… ……Hngh…, tch….”

Luckily, I caught the keyword “orphan” during our conversation.

I wanted to bring up my own story so you’d feel even the slightest sense of kinship with me.

“Hff… Seo-woo, Jin… Outside here……. …Hngh….”

I had hoped that by the time Yoo Si-woo completely drifted away, something like this might happen.

But when I casually threw out the possibility of you sleeping with another woman—

…You got jealous.

I didn’t expect you to reach out like this, though.

Should I blame it on you being a gumiho?

Looking back now, it’s not that. The problem is you—just you.

You can’t use heat as an excuse. Today, the times we’ve touched skin…

There hasn’t been a single one.

“Nngh…. ……Haa…. …Hngh….”

Between the distant streetlights.

Though it’s dark, the kind of darkness where you can still tell a man and woman are pressed together—Baek Seo-yeon and I share breath until we’re sick of it.

Our tongues, slick with saliva, slide against each other. The hand she reached out earlier isn’t needed anymore.

Instead of her small, pale hand, I grip her slender wrist, wrapped in her sleeve.

Pinning her lightly against the grimy wall, I swallow the bitter taste of beer again.

…Even now, I can tell—for someone who supposedly hates me, she’s awfully docile.

Even now, she just hesitates, unsure what to do.

Not turning her head away—instead, tilting it up… A docile woman.

If she hated it, she could push me away. But far from that, her clumsy response—her tongue shyly pressing back—makes me stifle a laugh.

Gently.

Just—not crudely.

Like lovers, our tongues tangle slowly.

Then, with a sticky thread stretching between us, I pull my lips away.

…Not for any particular reason.

It’s just that Baek Seo-yeon, who had been quietly accepting it until now, suddenly bit my tongue—lightly.

“…Huu….”

“Haah, ha…….”

It was just a light nip, so there was no pain.

Just a brief sting where her canine pricked me.

When I pull back and stare down at her, she stammers out a response.

“P-People… are passing by….”

I glance around. Far down the alley, I spot a single figure walking away.

…We definitely didn’t pass anyone on our way here.

Maybe they stepped out from somewhere along the way.

Or they were following us through the alley and turned back.

In the end, I let go of Seo-yeon’s wrist and step into the streetlight’s glow, wiping my lips.

I might have a taste for tainting things in secret, but—

I’ve never had the urge to flaunt my woman to some nameless stranger.

“What if—” or “Right?”

Even if I enjoy toying with suspicions about my relationships,

flaunting it outright…

That’s a bit much.

Possessiveness.

Or maybe—a twisted desire for exclusivity.

If I had to sum it up in one word, it’d be something like that.

To indulge that desire as much as possible, I grab Seo-yeon’s wrist—the one she’s still sluggishly using to wipe her lips—and pull her toward me.

“So it’s fine as long as no one’s around. Got it.”

“…….”

…Normally.

No, even just two hours ago, she would’ve exploded in anger.

But Baek Seo-yeon’s lips stay tightly shut.

“….”

Even as I drag her somewhere, my grip firm on her wrist.

…Even as she starts to realize where we’re headed.

She only tightens her wrist slightly.

Tug.

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Just as the presence of heat depends on who you’re with,

maybe the parts you touch make a difference too.

…I thought so, at least.

Turns out, while it might have some effect, it’s not absolute.

Well, I’m not Baek Seo-yeon.

Only she knows the truth.

“…Ngh, you—just because no one’s here… you’re already….”

“You said it’s fine as long as no one’s around. I’m doing what you wanted, aren’t I?”

“I-I didn’t mean… like this…!”

This makes the second time.

Having invited Baek Seo-yeon to my place again, the moment the front door locks behind us, I start enjoying her body as if I were still drunk.

Pressing my forehead to hers for no reason.

Touching her ears for no reason.

Kissing her for no reason.

Kissing her,

twisting our tongues.

Swapping saliva.

Touching her chest for no reason.

…When I try slipping my hand under her clothes, she finally stops me.

So I settle for over them.

One hand gripping the plump ass that made Yoo Si-woo swallow hard.

After a few more short, teasing kisses,

we finally cross the threshold—though “cross” isn’t quite right.

More like, she stumbles backward as I push her.

“Why… ngh… so impatient…? I-I already said… we can have sex… I’m not running….”

There’s a bit of resistance, but nothing serious.

If she wanted, she could easily overpower someone like me.

But just like before, all she does is grip my shirt helplessly.

So I let her blame me to her heart’s content.

Kissing her until she’s sick of it—just lips brushing briefly.

Enjoying the little complaints that slip out whenever I pull away.

With our legs tangled, we make it to the bed.

Tidiness isn’t my hobby, so the sheets are haphazardly pushed aside.

Just enough to lay Baek Seo-yeon down.

“Let’s… take it slow……. We should wash up first….”

“It’s fine. You don’t smell at all.”

“We walked around outside, even if just a little. There’s no way….”

“Then smell me yourself. …It’s just body wash. See?”

“…Ngh…….”

“Here, it’s just a nice smell…? …Seriously.”

A warm, sweet body wash scent—different from what I’ve smelled on Lee Ha-yoon or Lee Ji-yoon.

As I breathe in the faintly sugary fragrance near her collarbone, fumbling with my belt—

a small mutter slips from Baek Seo-yeon beneath me.

“…Even if that’s true for me… you… don’t smell nice….”

“That’s impossible. I still remember vividly how you shoved my dress shirt against your nose and masturbated.”

“T-That’s not what I meant….”

“Then what? …You’d probably like even my sweat—”

“You smell like… a woman….”

“….”

“Like… the kind of body wash women use….”

Embarrassed by her own words, her eyes narrow slightly.

When the conversation lulls, she even pulls the blanket I use over her face.

After staring down at her for a moment, I finally let out a lust-filled sigh and pull the blanket away.

“Let’s wash. Together.”

“…….”

No voice comes out.

Just a barely visible nod.

That’s answer enough, so I tease her as I pull her up.

“My scent’s all over that blanket, you know. Did you do that on purpose?”

“…N-No way….”

“You can smell it if you want. …That kind of fetish isn’t unheard of.”

“It’s not a fetish…! Back then, I had no choice…! I had to think of you to get off…!”

“….”

“….”

Since we’re heading to the bathroom anyway, I toss my clothes aside first.

The jacket crumpled from her gripping it.

The pants with only the belt undone. The boxers.

…Half-hard already, I urge her on as she stares blankly, swallowing.

“Don’t just stare. Take yours off too. Didn’t we agree to wash together?”

“…O-Okay….”

I consider undressing her myself but decide against it.

Back when she’d snap at me just for looking, maybe. But now, it doesn’t appeal.

Once I’ve made up my mind, I pick up the paper bag she dropped and set it on the table before stepping into the shower, letting the water run over my face and body.

…To wash away what little drunkenness remains.

The scent of another woman’s body wash—the one Baek Seo-yeon didn’t want to smell.

To erase it as quickly as possible.

“…Can I come in…?”

“Yeah.”

Turning toward the creaking door, I see Baek Seo-yeon holding a white towel over her front.

A pointless observation crosses my mind—shouldn’t you use the towel after washing?

But that thought is crushed underfoot by her appearance.

The gumiho trait of alluring beauty happens to be very much my type.

So I swallow the nitpicking, brushing back my wet hair as I ask,

“…What’s this? Why cover up?”

“…Isn’t it weird to walk around with your genitals out like you?”

“We’ve already had sex. Why bother hiding now?”

“Have you no shame? Shame? …I’m already embarrassed like this…?”

The moment she says “genitals,” her gaze drifts to my cock.

To make excuses—it’s half-hard from just kissing, thanks to the lewd pheromones she’s giving off.

But after everything we’ve done, there’s no embarrassment left. I continue smoothly.

“…Anyway, you’ll have to move the towel to wash.”

“You’re the one washing me….”

“And you? You’re not washing at all?”

“…You said you liked it. My body wash scent.”

“It’s fine. I like your natural scent too.”

“…You’re the one with the weird fetish.”

“Maybe a little. Nothing too unusual, though.”

“……Anyway, I’ll just move the towel when needed… so it’s fine.”

“…Hard to understand.”

“Did I ask you to understand?”

With that snappy reply, she steps closer, her feet splashing lightly.

…Her arms holding the towel make her chest sway slightly with each step.

Staring at the sideboob, I wrap an arm around her waist and redirect the showerhead toward her.

“…Take it off. Before the towel soaks through.”

“…….”

Five seconds ago, she was covering herself out of embarrassment.

Now, her pink nipples and barely-there pubic hair are—

…under the pretense of washing.

Hesitantly on display before the mirror.

“Give me the towel. I’ll hang it up.”

“…Here.”

Me.

Or Baek Seo-yeon.

As if by agreement, we talk while looking in the mirror.

“Body wash scent. Still there?”

“…Not sure.”

“You’d know if you got closer.”

“…….”

Because she steps closer to me.

Only I keep talking to the mirror.

“…A little. …Citrus? The kind women use, like in the academy showers….”

“Where? My arms?”

“…For now, your arms.”

“Other places are fine?”

“…Here too, a little.”

“My cock?”

“Y-Your genitals….”

“You didn’t even bend down to smell. How do you know?”

“…A hunch…?”

“Could just be my lower stomach.”

“….”

“…Kneel and check. I won’t say anything.”

“….”

“….”

“…Sniff…. …Sniff….”

“….”

“…It’s there. …Body wash scent.”

“Yeah? Thought we washed it off when we had sex in here earlier.”

As I rinse away the scent she disliked—

“Now? Still there?”

“…The body wash you usually use. This one?”

“Yeah. The white bottle.”

“…I’ll use a little. …And here….”

“….”

“…A towel would hurt… so……. …My hand….”

“…Hey. Baek Seo-yeon.”

“…What?”

“This is a handjob.”

“…Think what you want. Today… I came ready to pay you back….”

Not stopping there, she lathers the body wash I use—

“…Hey… I have a question.”

“What?”

—over my cock, now fully hard from her touch.

Washing off the suds with warm water, we keep talking.

“Do you… do it in the shower too? With girlfriends or… sex partners….”

“…Often.”

“O-Often….”

“Why?”

“…Other than our ‘therapy’ sessions, I wondered how you… do it….”

“Want to hear? How it goes?”

“…Not necessarily….”

The mirror, now fogged, is forgotten.

Staring at each other’s wet bodies—

…Face to face.

My throbbing cock pressed against her soft lower stomach—

we talk.

“Who should I start with…? Ah, my girlfriend first.”

The moment “girlfriend” leaves my mouth, her ears perk up.

Maybe it’s the alcohol, but she’s been staring at my cock. Now, she finally looks at my face.

Groping her soft chest at my leisure, I slowly move downward.

…So soft.

And warm.

Too warm to blame just on the shower.

Too warm to explain just by touching Baek Seo-yeon.

The kind of warmth that melts your brain—

like the haze of heat.

Not sure if it’s water or sweat, I rinse us off once more before continuing.

“With her, we usually do it in the shower… like this.”

“…….”

I lightly grip her wet hips, pulling her closer to convey my intent.

Luckily, she understands immediately, turning to face the wall, hands braced against it.

…For someone experienced, her posture is awkward. I press my thumb into the dip of her spine to straighten her back slightly.

Finally, sliding a finger between her thighs, I push against the soft flesh—

“Roughly… like this.”

“…….”

Standing on tiptoes, she parts her thighs just enough for me to press my cock against her.

Gently thrusting.

Slap, slap.

Not rough—more sticky, the sound echoing off the tiles.

“Nothing special. Right?”

“R-Right….”

Once.

Twice.

Five times.

Watching her pale ass jiggle with each thrust, the friction eases as she grows wetter.

…I want to spread her with my thumb, but she might kick me. So I hold back.

Instead, I grind against her lower stomach—closer to how I usually do it.

Even so,

it’s just rubbing between her thighs and clit.

A fake fuck.

But—

“…Ah, I guess going raw like this is different.”

“…No condom…?”

“Only on safe days. Risky days, of course I use one.”

“….”

“Anyway, the others are the same. Yoo-jora, Su-a… like this.”

“…What about them?”

“Them? Like I said. Almost the same….”

“So… they don’t… use one either…?”

“…Ah, that.”

“….”

“…Secret.”

“….”

The truth won’t do me any good.

So I wrap it up with “secret” and thrust deeper into her slick thighs.

Compared to real sex, the pleasure is duller. But the friction still makes me swell, harder than before.

If I shoved it into the pussy right in front of me, I’d cum thick and fast.

But I don’t want unnecessary responsibility.

So I keep pounding between Baek Seo-yeon’s obediently spread thighs.

“…What about you? You’ve had raw sex too, right?”

“Of course… I have.”

“With who? Both?”

“…Yoo-jora definitely… has….”

“Su-a?”

“…Ngh… hard to say….”

“Why?”

“…She’s so… nice… Doesn’t look it, but….”

“…You haven’t seen her during sex.”

“…W-Well, no… but wait… slower… ah….”

To relieve the suffocating pleasure—

I press my swollen tip against her navel.

Splurt, splurt.

The fifth load today—thick and sticky—

spurts out as her ankles tense.

“…Su-a sends me recordings every day. Wanna see?”

“Haa……. Ha….”

“I saved the good ones.”

“…Recordings….”

“Yeah. Watching those, you’d understand.”

“…….”

“Whether she’d insist on condoms even on safe days… or beg to be filled raw on risky ones.”

I rinse the cum from her stomach, lower chest, and thighs.

…My promise with Han Su-a.

Just something said for the mood—not meant to be used like this