episode_0304

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Some day.

Some time.

A place for adults.

Men and women gathered to relieve their lust, sizing each other up solely by their bodies before engaging in sex—

Turns out, it wasn’t really my thing.

It wasn’t because most of the women I met like that were sluts.

If we’re just talking about enjoyable sex, an experienced woman is infinitely better than someone having her first time.

But the thing is, you don’t get that sense of conquest with women you meet that way.

So why do perverted bastards lust after their own niece, years younger than them—someone they shouldn’t lay a finger on?

Why do they harbor vulgar desires for an innocent woman who had been dating someone else with youthful naivety?

Why do they crave an idol who monopolizes the love of thousands?

…The reason is simple.

Because the unusual shift—what only I can see—

Floods me with dopamine.

A girl who normally curls up affectionately with her family now, left alone with me, begs for something lewd on the very couch where they all used to sit together.

A girl who would hesitate for ages just to hold hands in front of her boyfriend now, before me, spreads her own pussy open with her fingers—for nothing but pleasure.

A girl who sings of passion, hope, and love for her fans on stage now, in some hotel room with the live broadcast playing on the TV, completely ignores her fans’ adoration and fills the air with nothing but moans.

Because of these changes—

The dopamine floods in.

“……Tsk, …nngh….”

A girl who never particularly liked me.

A girl who called me trash under her breath, asking why I fooled around with so many women.

A girl who would frown in displeasure when our eyes met and quickly look away.

A girl who claimed she had zero interest in masturbation, let alone sex.

A girl who swore she’d never end up like this with me if not for something like heat.

All those reasons aside—

Drunkenly following me home, quietly tangling her tongue with mine,

Being creampied.

Then creampied again.

Even the sight of her eagerly licking my cock clean till no trace of cum remains isn’t half bad.

…The feeling of conquest—knowing I can indulge in a woman like this as much as I please.

The omnipotence.

Feels damn good.

“That’s enough. …Spit it out.”

“……Hhaaa…. Hhk….”

I stroke Baek Seo-yeon’s head without permission, forcing her to release my cock from her mouth with vulgar sounds as she continues her sloppy blowjob.

She doesn’t really know how to please a man—

Which is why she just clumsily swallows everything in her mouth, gasping as if wanting something before staring blankly up at me…

The bedsheet, wrecked by sweat and bodily fluids, gets pushed aside for now.

Instead, I grab Baek Seo-yeon’s slender wrist and pull her up.

I wanna fuck her all night long—

Which is why my cock feels like it’s about to explode right now.

But tomorrow—

There’s a damn midterm.

“…Let’s wash up. It’s late anyway.”

“….”

“Ah, need a break?”

“…No. It’s not like I did anything exhausting….”

Baek Seo-yeon, now a third-year free from exams, might be fine, but I can’t risk anything going wrong on my end.

Plus, she can’t just go to school dressed like she was earlier while roaming downtown, so stopping by her place before class would be a hassle.

So instead of fucking all night till we collapse, I head for the bathroom with Baek Seo-yeon—her shaky legs the only sign of protest—following right behind as we step over the threshold.

“Need a toothbrush? I heard what you just swallowed tastes nasty.”

“…Just one….”

“Hold on…. If I remember right, it’s… here…. Ah, got it. It’s just a cheap one from the convenience store.”

“…Doesn’t matter. The one I use at home isn’t expensive either….”

“Every time I hear stuff like this, it strikes me how frugal you are in the weirdest ways. You practically live in a rich neighborhood.”

“Well, that’s just handed to me. I don’t like uselessly expensive things….”

“So that’s why your place had zero interior decoration?”

“…That’s part of it. I just like things clean….”

Pointless small talk with just Baek Seo-yeon—not the student council president, not the Most Wanted delinquent, just a girl named Baek Seo-yeon.

As trivial as it gets, nothing usable in any way.

I hand her the new toothbrush and toothpaste.

…This relationship—neither too close nor too distant. Surprisingly, I kinda love it.

If I wanna keep this up, should I keep getting her drunk?

Would Baek Seo-yeon even accept that?

…And what if Yorha catches a whiff of alcohol and wedges herself between us?

Lost in thought as the faint chika-chika of brushing lingers in my ear.

Glancing at the mostly empty fridge before gripping the showerhead.

Checking the water temperature—

“Come here. I’ll wash your hair.”

“…I-I can do it my—”

“Now.”

“Besides, I’m brushing my teeth right n—… Eek….”

Her cheeks puffing out with toothpaste, but she still furrows her brow and whines.

Step closer, run lukewarm water through her blue-white hair until it soaks through, fingers slipping between the smooth strands.

“It’s just rinsing. Brushing doesn’t interfere.”

“…Water’s getting in my mouth.”

“Like that matters.”

“Nnnfh… Guys are all like this, huh? Changing clothes while eating… kinda vibe.”

“Dunno. Never washed my hair while brushing before.”

“What kinda—… S-Stop splashing. It’s all going in my mouth….”

“Fine, fine.”

Any more and she might retaliate, so I stop wetting her hair.

Instead, as I rinse the sweat off myself with lukewarm water, her brushing pauses mid-stroke—her stare drilling into me.

Like she wants to say something.

The moment the thought crosses my mind, Baek Seo-yeon sweeps her soaked hair back, toothbrush still in mouth, and mumbles—

“…Hey, um….”

“Yeah?”

“Earlier, when we… had sex… Did I… say anything weird?”

“Weird?”

“…Just checking. Don’t wanna deal with misunderstandings later….”

“Dunno. Don’t remember anything.”

“…Really?”

“Yeah.”

“…Didn’t say anything like… I liked you, right?”

“…Nah.”

“…Good then….”

“…….”

“…….”

“…….”

The chika-chika of brushing fills the bathroom.

The splashing of shower water too.

The sound of it hitting my skin, dripping down, splattering onto the floor.

No more words—just these sounds crowding the cramped space for about a minute.

…Ptooey. The sound of spitting out toothpaste before the conversation resumes.

“…What are you doing? My hair.”

“Didn’t wanna a second ago?”

“…Just do it. You just creamp—… Never mind.”

Cutting herself off out of embarrassment, Baek Seo-yeon sweeps her damp hair back again before stepping closer—

So my hands can reach comfortably.

So I can wash it without strain.

…First she refused, now she’s leaning in like this—probably trying to ease the sudden awkwardness.

Seeing right through her, I nod understandingly before redirecting the shower stream back onto her hair.

We’ll rinse off, part like nothing happened.

Then later, when we’re free, plan the next meet-up….

Would be pretty clean.

“….”

“….”

…Except this girl—

Of all times—

Seems to have other ideas.

“…What are you doing, Baek Seo-yeon?”

I expected her to stay still while I washed her—

But no.

Now, suddenly, her hands—once covering herself—carefully wrap around my dick.

…Dark clouds swarm my otherwise rational mind.

“…This kept touching my stomach….”

“It didn’t.”

“…It totally did. Back on the bed… earlier….”

“Your stomach was never—”

“It did. ……Right below my navel. A lot.”

“…….”

Just like the texture of her hair differed from mine, so did her fingers.

Slender, soft—completely unpracticed, clumsy strokes.

Yet those fingers trail down the throbbing veins of my cock like a fox’s tail swishing teasingly.

…The stimulation is faint enough to ignore, so I force a reply—

“…Cut the weird stuff and hand me the shampoo. Your hair’s wet enough.”

“…Hold on. This… feels off?”

“Yeah.”

Her fingers briefly stretch sideways, grabbing the shampoo bottle on the shower shelf—

Squeezing.

Squeeeze—

…Too hard.

Maybe because her hair’s long, she empties about triple what I’d use before—

“…Hey. Baek Seo-yeon.”

“…What?”

She isn’t even handing it to me.

Nor is she applying it to her own hair.

No, she’s rubbing it over my cock—swollen and furious from frustration—

Working it into a ridiculous lather.

…God damn it.

“It’s late. Let’s just wash up.”

“…I am washing you right now. …Can’t you tell?”

Squelch, squelch.

Foam rises along the circle of her fingers, sliding back down.

As it drips, the glans becomes visible—prodded by her fingertips before she smears the precum between thumb and forefinger, stretching it sticky—

Then looks up at me, expression unreadable.

Baek Seo-yeon.

“That’s washing? …You fucking nutjob?”

“…Ah, want me to clean it more thoroughly?”

“That’s not what I——— …Hah….”

Her cautious fingers now exploring my balls coax out pleased sighs.

…If she just kept toying with those, fine—

But she doesn’t stop there.

Now stroking the shaft, fully hardened with blood—

Using the lather as slippery aid.

“…Guys aren’t supposed to stay hard when they can’t go anymore… right?”

“….”

“Yours is still standing, though….”

“…Who taught you that crap?”

“Girls at the hideout… lots of experienced ones… Hah—…!”

So much for—

Sending her home early.

Guess I’ll just—

Let her leave late.

Should be fine.

“…Turn around like I showed you before.”

“…….”

Instead of her blue-white hair—

I rinse my cock, now frosted with foam from Baek Seo-yeon’s attention.

“…You heard me talk about it, right? How I do it in the shower with Yorha, Sua… or girlfriends.”

“…….”

…Pinning Baek Seo-yeon against the wall, pressing her waist deeper to position her just right.

One hand gripping her hips—

Then, my cock, slicked with a strange sensation from the shampoo,

Squelch, squelch.

…Rubs between her thighs, coating itself in her wetness before—

“…Hah… …Nngh…….”

Where moments ago she’d only allowed teasing touches—

…Now, no condom.

Raw.

Slowly, I push inside.

“…….”

…In the end—

Slap, slap.

Either the obscenely loud sounds of our bodies slamming in the shower—

Or Baek Seo-yeon’s shameless moans—

Drown out the late-night doorbell ringing again and again.