episode_0303

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What if.

One day, my future self suddenly appeared before me and said, “Sex feels amazing, you know…”

Would I have believed it?

What if they even added that it felt way better without a condom than with one?

Would I have believed that?

And what if they told me the person I’d end up having such risky sex with was Seo Woojin?

That it was him—a guy I barely thought about, someone I’d even say I slightly disliked?

Would I have believed that?

What if they said I’d even feel… …a quiet jealousy toward the women around him?

Would I have believed that?

…Believe it?

I’d have pinched my thigh and laughed it off as some absurd dream.

Me? Having sex with that trash of a man?

The idea was ridiculous from a purely physiological standpoint.

“Hah…, ngh…! Ugh…?! Woojin…, wait…”

“Huu….”

Woojin, who had clearly buried himself to the hilt—right up to where my fingers had just been stroking—grabs my wrist, the one I’d been using to cover my face, and pins it to the bed. His breath is heavy with excitement as he exhales.

…And worse,

without a single safety measure like a condom.

The me from before

would never have imagined this, not even as a joke.

“…Cut the ‘wait’ crap.”

“Hahhk……. Hah….”

“You… huu… You’re the one who asked for this…? Like Yozora. Like Han Sua.”

I’d never seen him like this before.

He always acted so composed, toying with me like it was nothing…

But now he’s panting like some overexcited beast—

something he never even did when having sex loud enough for Yoo Siwoo to hear from the next room.

My thighs, my ass… and my pussy.

The soft, pliant body of a woman, pressed mercilessly under Woojin’s firm lower abdomen and pelvis.

And that grotesquely thick cock.

…And sometimes,

thump, thump.

With his cock pulled halfway out, he rams deep inside, striking hard.

Between short, saliva-filled kisses against my lips, he exhales hot breaths and relentlessly prods at my cervix, over and over.

“S-slow… ly…….”

“Huu….”

“But… not… like, squeezing it……. …Ngh….”

Maybe that’s why.

It felt completely different from the sex earlier, when he came inside me for the first time.

That was… like being fucked like a dog in every corner by this man.

This was gentler by comparison.

…Only gentler, but still…

Would calling it perverted be too much?

I couldn’t think of a better analogy,

but it felt like I was being claimed by him.

…Like I was being conditioned to never climax unless it was with Seo Woojin.

Like I was being tamed, step by step.

“Hahhk…, hah…. I said… slowly…….”

“…Your walls, deep inside. All fucking sticky. Seriously….”

We both mutter whatever we want to say, filling the gaps with the wet, squelching sounds of pistoning flesh and the creaking of the bedsprings.

Honestly, in terms of volume, it’s only slightly louder than when we did it at the motel… not a huge difference.

But maybe the fact that we’re doing it raw this time, without a condom, flipped some kind of switch.

Every time the head of his cock scrapes the deepest part of my walls, the pleasure surges up my spine, whiting out my vision, over and over, until my breathing turns ragged.

“For just giving Yoo Siwoo a little attention… huu… the reward’s pretty good.”

“…Hah……. …Hihk…, ngh…!”

“Guess you hated that bastard more than I thought?”

“…Y-yeah… hate… Yoo Siwoo….”

“What’d he even do? …I know he stalked you, but there’s more, right?”

“…That guy… I don’t even care… but he kept… kept…”

“I don’t care.”

“Ngh… Acting all friendly… Making it so obvious he… wanted to date me… …Ah… …Ah…!”

…Was it the fact that he showed interest that pissed Woojin off?

Or was it the thrill of conquest—doing this with a girl who’d rejected that guy?

Just as he’d been thrusting slowly to let me talk,

he suddenly

rams into me hard, filling the room with vulgar, wet slaps.

“Then maybe I’ll drop by the student council room tomorrow? …Since you’ve already shown him something.”

“…The student… ngh, student council room… You think it’s… a hangout spot…?”

“Could be. …Oh, there’s no bed there, right?”

“Why would there… …There’s… a sofa…”

“There’s a sofa?”

“…Basically Yoo Siwoo’s personal… sofa…”

“…Even better. For me.”

“…W-what… are you even… thinking… …Hah… haah…….”

The student council room isn’t some empty place.

There are always at least two people there, including me.

…As he says these things, putting strange images in my head,

he pounds against my vulnerable cervix, squelch, squelch.

“…What were you thinking?”

“……Can’t… say…”

My body.

My brain.

It feels like they’re breaking.

…Like I’m drowning in drugs.

“…Say it. I’m curious.”

“……Can’t… can’t say…”

“On the sofa Yoo Siwoo uses, you and me… ……Ah, what, you thought of something dirty?”

“N-no… ah! I didn’t… imagine anything…”

“Like, ‘Don’t fuck me, just smell my sweat and juices and leave’?”

“Hahhk……. Hahk……. N-no…”

“…You just clenched around me while saying that.”

“That’s just……. …Sex… feels good… Not… dirty thoughts…”

“Sex isn’t dirty?”

So, wait.

Can’t we take a break?

Just a little?

I’m overheating, like I’ll break if I don’t cool down.

To convey that, I struggle against Woojin’s grip on my wrist, squirming.

…But that only

“No… …No… wait……. Ngh, ngh…!”

“Huu… Baek Seoyeon, you fucking…”

“Ah… ah… ah…!”

seems to excite him more.

His shoulders and arms flex, veins bulging,

as he focuses solely on fucking deep into my walls, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

…When I go limp again, panting and moaning, he looks down at me, satisfied, breathing heavily.

Definitely.

“Chup…, ngh, pft……. Hahh… Hahhk…”

I’m gonna lose it.

This isn’t okay.

Please, just stop for a second.

There’s so much I want to say, but barely any of it comes out.

Mostly because it turns into moans,

but also because after a few seconds of kissing Woojin, his breath thick with alcohol,

my tongue dragging a sticky line of saliva between us as I gasp…

I forget what I was even trying to say.

That’s why I couldn’t ask him to stop.

…It’s not like I wanted to keep taking that thick cock, moaning like this.

It’s not because it feels good.

It’s definitely not because I want to squirt more embarrassing fluids all over the bedsheets…

….

…No, ah…….

“Huu…….”

“Hah… hah…?”

“Baek Seoyeon.”

“…Why’d you… pull out…”

“Lift your hips. Just a little.”

“……Hips…?”

But right as I’m about to climax again, Woojin pulls out and gives me a weird order.

Half-resentful, half-confused, I glance down at my lower stomach.

Lift my hips?

If I arch just my hips like this while lying down, won’t I look ridiculous?

Running a mental simulation a few times, the result is the same each time.

Lying down, back arched in a curve… a very silly position.

So I shake my head, but Woojin just tugs the blanket beside us with one hand, telling me to hurry up.

…We’re already sweating to death from sex, why the blanket?

As his confusing orders and actions continue, my head spins even more.

He can’t possibly want to cover up with it.

We’re both drenched—no sane person would want to turn sex into a sauna under a blanket.

So he must have another use for it.

…No idea.

He’s got way more experience, so he must have a reason.

Giving him a dubious look, I finally lift my hips slightly, as he asked.

And the result—

“…What is this…?”

“The pillow’s too far. This’ll do.”

“That’s not what I meant…”

The folded blanket supports the space under my hips—

or more accurately, the awkward spot just below my pelvis—

changing the angle.

…Not as high as I’d feared, though.

Just a slight lift.

Now that I see it, it’s a little…

lewd.

Definitely a pervert’s idea.

My breathing had steadied slightly during the break,

but as Woojin starts thrusting again,

all that comes out of my mouth are shameless moans.

“Ah… ah…! S-stop… there… don’t… stab there………”

“…Here?”

“Ngh, ah?! Ah……?”

…There’s no way I’d be satisfied now.

“……♡ ……?♡…. ……….”

My wrist, still pinned to the bed by Woojin, is now pulled toward him instead.

Like handcuffs.

Like I’m being dragged in cuffs.

……Thud, slap.

Like animals mating.

The sounds of being treated like a breeding female pound against my eardrums.

“…You like it that much, Baek Seoyeon?”

“Ah… ah… …Ah…….”

“…Too hard to even talk, huh.”

“Nghh…………♡….”

Squelch, squirt.

As I arch my back, squirting shameful fluids onto Woojin’s lower stomach,

his thumb—higher up, where he hadn’t touched yet—

rubs gentle circles over my clit.

Then he thrusts.

And because of that, the climax…

doesn’t end.

Instead, it piles up, over and over…

My vision whites out, my lower body hypersensitive, yet…

the climax

doesn’t stop.

“Hahhk……. Hah…….”

Squelch, squirt, squirt,

squeeeech…

Splurt…

I’m treated like nothing but a fleshlight, soaking the bedsheets,

until Woojin fills me with another thick load.

Even after he pulls out, cum dripping from my pussy,

I’m left trembling, lost in overlapping orgasms.

Before the aftershocks even fade,

before I can swear off this madness,

…while his cock is still hard,

drenched in cum and my own fluids, reeking of sex—

it presses against my lips as I lie there twitching.

“……Hahh…, chup….”

…Instead of nonsense,

I stick out my wet tongue

and start cleaning it.

“Hahk, ngh…”

…Just like before,

my head might think differently,

but my body in heat

“……. …. ……Hahh…”

has no intention

of resisting this man.

…Like that idiot Yozora,

who threw herself at Woojin, even changing schools just to fuck him.