episode_0299

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…If I hadn’t brought it up first, this bastard would’ve been in the bathroom with some other girl right about now.

Maybe whispering sweet nothings with a girlfriend.

Maybe exchanging filthy words with a fuck buddy.

Of course, not just grinding against a thigh before coming—

…but properly burying himself inside and pumping until he was satisfied.

Then what would I have been doing?

Probably finishing up brushing my teeth before heading to bed.

Would I have cared at all about what Seo Woo-jin was doing with other women?

…No. I would’ve cared.

I would’ve at least imagined what was happening there.

And while at it, wouldn’t I have been angry?

Calling him a perverted bastard who thinks of nothing but sex despite his composed exterior.

But why isn’t it bothering me now?

Seo Woo-jin is still the same sex-obsessed freak.

So why is this wishy-washy thought of “So what?”

…completely taking over my mind?

“Wanna take a look?”

“Haa……. Hah….”

“Whether it’s her safe day and she insists on using a condom… or her risky day when she wants you to go raw and wreck her.”

Should I call it… intoxicating?

Floating in a daze, I replay Woo-jin’s words in my muddled head.

With his so-called girlfriend—no rubber.

With that pervert Yozora—no rubber.

Up to this point, I don’t have any grounds to nitpick or anything to say.

If he’d done it on a risky day, of course, I’d have been itching to scold him, but that wasn’t the case.

…But Su-a.

Going bare with her…

I can’t really picture it.

It’d be more like her to always use a condom,

stick strictly to missionary,

never turn off the lights,

only ever on the bed,

and always covering her face with both arms…

That’d be far more Su-a-like.

“Did I leave my phone on the bed?”

“….”

Woo-jin shakes his hair dry with a white towel and heads toward the bed.

After hesitating briefly, I slowly step out of the bathroom and follow him.

…I’ve been feeling it since earlier.

Ever since our tongues tangled, there’s been a tingling deep inside me.

And it hasn’t faded at all, no matter how much time passes.

So I walk slower than usual.

“Sit here, Baek Seo-yeon.”

Covering my chest with a damp towel, I walk over.

I sit beside Woo-jin at the edge of the bed.

…After stealing a glance,

I cautiously lean my shoulder against his.

I-It’s just easier to see this way…

“….”

What I end up seeing is a list of short videos, each around five minutes long, saved on Woo-jin’s phone.

The titles are all stiff, auto-generated combinations of English and numbers.

But contrary to my expectations, there aren’t many.

No need to count—only three videos are visible.

But the biggest problem is…

…those thumbnails.

“Pick one you wanna watch.”

“P-Pick…?”

“If you don’t, I’ll choose.”

Because of the thumbnails—likely auto-generated like the titles—

the heartbeat I’d barely calmed starts pounding up to my throat again.

“This one. Wanna see?”

One shows

an obvious pair of breasts being roughly groped by a pretty hand.

“Or this one’s fine too.”

Another seems

to be filmed from Su-a’s POV.

Her top hangs loosely without a bra, and her fingers rub her wet slit squelch-squelch.

“…Personally, I think this one’s the hottest.”

“…….”

And the last one…

Looks like it was filmed with a phone propped on the floor.

Against a slightly tilted backdrop,

…Han Su-a sits

with a leather-like collar around her neck,

not on the bed beside her but on the bedroom floor,

“…Baek Seo-yeon?”

“…….”

With a blissfully melted expression,

she’s plunging her middle and ring fingers knuckle-deep inside herself.

She only ever talks a lot when drunk,

otherwise acting timid and reserved.

…Yet here, even in front of the camera lens—

“Can’t decide? Then let’s go with this one.”

After staying silent and only rolling my eyes, I finally give a stiff nod.

…It’s not like I want to watch any of them.

But if I had to pick the one I’m most curious about,

it’d be the last one.

– ……Ah, ah. Is it recording…?

Video length: 6:37.

As the 0:00 in the corner starts ticking up, Su-a’s upper body—filmed up close, unlike the thumbnail—appears on screen.

Messy hair.

Unlike the thumbnail, she’s still wearing her cute egg-yolk-yellow pajamas.

And most notably…

A pretty flush.

Judging by her outfit and the time,

this was likely filmed on a weekend.

– Can you hear me? X month XX day… The recording I promised you, Teacher… Um…

– M-Masturbation… recording… is starting…

“…….”

…Going by the date, last Saturday.

I swallow hard without realizing it and stare at Han Su-a on the screen.

Her eyes, which look deceptively sharp in a way that doesn’t reflect her real personality,

curve into an adorable smile—one I’ve never seen her make—and a strange excitement slithers stickily down my spine.

Why?

Because I’m peeking at a secret side of Su-a I never knew?

That’s probably part of it, but my thoughts go a little further.

It’s not just about peeking—

It’s because the man who was supposed to receive this masturbation recording

is sitting right next to me.

– At first, I was embarrassed… but the more I did it, the better it started feeling…

– And every time I sent one, you praised me for being so lewd… It made me happy…

…Because I’m watching this with him,

after doing something dirty together,

with the dampness from the bathroom still clinging to me.

– So today, I set up my phone somewhere it’d capture everything better…

– Here… like this……. …Ta-da. How is it? Is the angle okay? Can you see everything?

– I hope you like it, Teacher… Hehe…

The thought that I’m doing something bad with Woo-jin behind other girls’ backs keeps flitting through my mind.

…And that feeling—

isn’t entirely unpleasant.

Or is it?

– …Can you see? Teacher…?

The girl who could barely utter a word in front of me

now strips off her pajama pants in the video.

She hooks a finger under her already-soaked panties,

pulling them aside without hesitation to reveal what’s beneath.

…For Seo Woo-jin.

A man who, despite his relationship with Han Su-a,

took me up on my half-assed offer.

After pounding between my thighs,

he’d already gotten off once.

…He could’ve gone to fuck a girl like her anytime he wanted.

Yet he chose to fuck me instead,

too turned on by my meaningless proposal.

– I haven’t even touched it yet… but it’s already…

Su-a drags a fingertip along her slit,

then casually wipes the slick fluid

dripping down her lower stomach.

…Slowly,

she pushes a finger inside her sticky, wet entrance.

– …Nngh…, Teacheer…

Squelching sounds.

Soft panting.

…The voice of someone clearly imagining

the man who made her feel so good.

But he isn’t in that bedroom on screen.

He’s right beside me.

I sneak a glance at the man Su-a is fantasizing about—

– Feels… so good…

Click. Click.

Woo-jin turns the volume up two notches.

I drop my gaze again.

– Nn… Nngh, ……, …Hahk…?!……?

Listening to her animalistic gasps,

the relentless squelch-squelch of her fingers pistoning in and out,

watching Su-a’s hips jerk uncontrollably from how good it feels,

swallowing hard at the obscene amount of slick dripping out—enough to make me feel weird—

…while simultaneously feeling

a strange sense of guilt.

The man Su-a wants this badly

isn’t by her side right now.

He’s next to me,

hard and ready to fuck me.

The guilt is so overwhelming it feels like my head might burst.

I swallow a few more times,

my Adam’s apple bobbing unevenly.

“…This was filmed about two days after I fucked her raw.”

“…….”

Just as I wonder if I’m supposed to respond,

Woo-jin’s voice drills the answer into me.

“Can you picture it now? What Su-a’s like when she’s having sex.”

“…Vaguely… …W-Wait…”

“…What?”

“….”

As if deciding I’ve seen enough,

Woo-jin turns off the video before Su-a even finishes.

…Without thinking,

I grab his arm.

“…Want to see more?”

“….”

It’s not that I want to see more.

More isn’t the right word—

Keep going would be more accurate.

To elaborate,

it’s not about the aftermath,

but about continuing to watch Su-a masturbate.

That’s the gist of it.

But if I explain all that, I’ll definitely come off as weird,

so I don’t nod

or shake my head.

I try to play it off as a mistake, but—

“Why?”

—that’s no longer an option.

“It’s just a video of Su-a touching herself. …Why do you want to keep watching?”

“….”

“There’s a reason, right?”

“….”

“…Your kink. If you say it honestly, it’ll feel even better.”

“….”

It feels like a fluke,

but this clueless bastard

has struck

a nerve.

“…I’m drunk, so that’s why. …Okay?”

Left with no choice,

I blame the alcohol still lingering in my system

and finally spit it out.

“Watching the video… kinda… made me… you know…”

“….”

“Feel good…”

Honestly.

“Which part?”

“…Which part… Um…”

Honestly.

“Watching her do that… is nothing compared to… how much better it feels… when you fuck me…….”

I even admit things

I’ve never told Woo-jin before—

pointless details.

Even though I’ve sobered up somewhat,

I drag out the end of my sentence, pretending I’m still drunk.

Honestly.