episode_0302

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A sense of liberation.

Or perhaps, a sense of exhilaration.

If not that… then a sense of guilt.

Beneath Seo Woo-jin, gasping for breath, I steadied my breathing as words rose and fell chaotically in my mind.

In the end, I’d done it.

This wasn’t a space where I could excuse it as just a dream or something similarly trivial.

It was reality.

Looking back now, the outcome wasn’t all that surprising.

I couldn’t say I was certain, but it wasn’t something I could deny either—it was a future I’d somewhat anticipated.

Of course, if asked whether I felt any rational attraction to Seo Woo-jin, I could firmly say no, not yet.

His looks were passable, I guess—better than Yoo Si-woo’s… but not exactly my type.

Compared to that trash who dated a different woman every day, a man devoted to just one woman was still much closer to my preference.

But the reason I called it an “anticipated future” was that,

even though the “treatment” I’d done with Seo Woo-jin so far had been mortifying enough to make me want to die…

it had felt far better than I’d expected.

That much, I couldn’t deny.

“It’s leaking out so much. …The cum.”

“…Don’t you have tissues?”

“Of course I do.”

“If you have them, then stop spreading me open with your hands and just staring… Hand me the tissues….”

“If you’re going to clean up, why not just go to the bathroom?”

“…You’re just going to do it again anyway. …You’re the type who can’t be satisfied with just once….”

“…Well, that’s true.”

I hated how he used just one thumb to pry me open, letting the hot cum I’d just taken gush out obscenely.

But the “treatment” we’d done—sweating and moving relentlessly just to make each other feel good…

…sex, was.

Every time we did it, it was so much my preference that my ears burned red.

“Stay still. I’ll wipe it for you.”

“……How kind of you.”

…Sometimes, I vaguely thought…

that one day, I’d probably end up going all the way with him.

“….”

Ah, of course, the reason for going all the way wouldn’t be because we were both tipsy and horny like today…

but because my symptoms were gradually worsening, leaving me no choice but to resort to the last option.

Like trying it on a safe day or after taking medication properly…

I’d thought about those things, but still.

“The wet wipes might be cold. Is that okay?”

“…Having that sticky stuff keep leaking out feels way worse…?”

After the excitement that had drenched me to the roots of my hair subsided slightly,

I took over from Seo Woo-jin, who’d been pressing down on my thighs, and pulled them apart myself this time.

…As I’d felt when he was doing it, it was an unbearably humiliating position.

But there was no better way to wipe up the cum that kept leaking out.

Maybe he sensed my embarrassment.

Seo Woo-jin, who’d calmed down considerably after coming once, carefully brought a wet wipe to my lower back.

…As expected. The sensation wasn’t pleasant.

But leaving the cum to leak out would’ve been weird too, so I bit my lip and gripped my own pale thighs tightly.

“…….”

“…….”

I could feel the cold wet wipe moving upward along the trail of cum that had dripped down to my ass.

It didn’t come off cleanly in one go, so he wiped three, four times.

The strange stimulation made me inhale sharply, but I tried not to show it as I glared at the culprit of this situation.

…Just how much had he come?

Sure, I’d seen the cum in the condom a few times before.

And yeah, it was… a lot.

But never enough to leak out this much.

A slight downward glance revealed his cock, filthy with cum and my own fluids.

I peeked at it briefly before turning my gaze away, squirming from renewed embarrassment.

…The fact that he’d come that much inside me

meant my body had felt that good.

From clinking beer cans at the convenience store to clashing skin here.

I couldn’t say there were no lies at all,

but it did mean a lot of what we’d said had been sincere.

“…….”

What came to mind next were

Yozora and Han Su-ah…

and how much he came when he had sex with his girlfriend.

For now, I swallowed the question instead of voicing it.

Honestly, it felt like…

I was jealous.

“I’ve wiped most of what leaked out… What do you want to do about the inside?”

“…I’ll wash it all out later….”

After some back-and-forth, Seo Woo-jin asked if I was thirsty too and headed to the kitchen.

I asked him to bring just one glass, then hesitantly sat up from where I’d been lying with his cock inside me.

…A brief lull.

Just two minutes ago, our breaths had been tangled madly, but now the sticky atmosphere had dissipated in an instant, leaving an awkwardness in its wake.

But unlike me, he seemed completely unbothered…

Probably because he’d had this kind of experience with other women often.

Then again, the bed I was sitting on now had likely held another woman’s body just yesterday or the day before.

…They must’ve had a lot of sex.

Without a condom.

A lot.

“Here. Drink.”

“….”

Lost in thought, I barely noticed Seo Woo-jin returning from the kitchen with a glass.

Suppressing a sigh that threatened to escape out of habit, I took the water he offered and drank, pressing my throbbing head with my fingers—maybe from the alcohol.

But even after gulping down the cold water,

the petty dissatisfaction from earlier…

just wouldn’t

go away.

“…You seem really used to this kind of thing.”

Instead of bottling it up, I let a little honesty slip.

I couldn’t be completely honest yet, but this much seemed safe enough as I hesitantly broached the subject.

“Used to it? …Hmm. I don’t think so, particularly.”

Seo Woo-jin tilted his head slightly, as if considering, then stepped closer to me.

After wiping his chin with the back of his hand—maybe he’d spilled water while drinking—he sat down beside me.

“It’s just a glass of water. Is that really something to call ‘used to it’ or not?”

“……..”

“We drank earlier… and now we’ve worked up a sweat. I figured you’d be getting thirsty by now.”

“…….”

…I always thought he was perceptive, but

the way he misses the point at times like this—is he pretending not to notice on purpose?

Or is it really just the alcohol?

Gulping, I tapped the rim of the glass with my fingertips before continuing.

“That’s not what I meant…… Ugh….”

“Then what did you mean?”

Acting clueless.

Pretending it didn’t bother him.

Just asking out of curiosity.

I twisted my words, trying to phrase it right…… then gave up.

“…After doing all that with me, how are you so… normal?”

“…….”

“…My heart’s still pounding so loud it’s driving me crazy….”

…Being honest feels better, after all.

Even though our shoulders were touching and I could still feel the sweat he’d shed earlier,

even though unwanted thoughts kept creeping in despite my efforts to ignore them—

I asked anyway.

“…Is it because you’ve already done it so much with other women that someone like me doesn’t even get your brain chemicals going…? Is that it? Am I right?”

I knew.

I knew how pathetic I sounded just now.

How insecure and desperate my words were.

The way I said it wasn’t even honest—just twisted and convoluted.

I knew.

To exaggerate, it was like saying, “After agonizing over it, I even let you creampie me, and this is all the reaction I get? …Can’t you at least act happier?”

If only I’d whined like a straightforward puppy, it wouldn’t have sounded so bitter.

…If it weren’t for Yoo Si-woo, I wouldn’t have ended up with such a nasty way of speaking.

Regretting my tone even as the words left my mouth, I flinched when—

Tap. A cute sound rang against my forehead.

“…Dummy.”

“…Ow….”

The result of my petty grumbling was

a light flick—loud but painless—and

“If that were true, we’d both be in the bathroom right now. …Like the first time we had sex.”

a voice, soft but

“…Besides, this isn’t just me, right?”

laced with something darker.

The thick veins bulging along

his grotesquely swollen

…cock.

“I’m holding back. You looked tired, so I thought we should take a break.”

His voice was gentle,

but somewhere in it

was hunger.

“….”

…Now that I’d heard him out,

that kind of consideration

wasn’t what I wanted.

I wanted him to treat me

the same as them—

no,

maybe a little more biased.

This time,

unlike before,

“…Why force yourself to hold back?”

“I told you. You looked tired—”

“Even with Yozora… do you take breaks like this?”

“….”

Grabbing his still-dirty cock with my own hand,

I spoke hesitantly, just loud enough for him to hear.

“With Su-ah…? With your girlfriend?”

“…Why ask that?”

“…Why do you think? Do you really not know?”

“….”

“…Well, I don’t know what your girlfriend’s like, so I’ll let that slide.”

“….”

“…But with Su-ah—do you fuck her raw until she’s gasping, thighs clamped tight… and then take a break?”

“…No.”

“…Ah, right. The video of her masturbating… She seemed like the type who’d love it if you kept going without stopping.”

“….”

“…I think I could do that too.”

Squelch. Squelch.

Just from stroking him, lewd sounds spilled from my grip.

…With the mix of cum and slick acting as lube,

the sensation

wasn’t exactly pleasant,

but still.

“You said it yourself at the convenience store.”

“….”

“That my body feels better than any other woman’s….”

“….”

“…You came so much….”

Despite that,

from the head to the base,

I stroked him harder with my small hands,

making him even stiffer,

even more desperate.

“…You don’t want to come like this… do you?”

“…Tch.”

“We’ve rested… enough, right?”

“Fine. …Hurry.”

“….”

…Luckily, the video Yozora had sent me last time came to mind.

Mimicking the pose she’d proudly shown off,

I lay back on the bed—not perfectly, but as close as I could get.

“…Ah……, …Hah…….”

The difference was,

while Yozora in the video had cum splattered across her face,

…between my thighs,

pushed out by his fully hardened cock,

a flood of cum dripped obscenely,

too much to even wipe away.

…Ah, of course.

The recording I’d show Yozora

existed only in my mind.