episode_0314

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Not exactly cathartic— just an itchy, restless feeling.

I knew how to describe it, whether in Korean or Japanese, but the words never left my lips.

…Well, it’s not like there was some grand reason. Just. I was embarrassed.

Even though we’d already had sex multiple times, just admitting I had feelings for you— …Maybe because it was the first time I’d ever done something like this, it was so humiliating I could’ve hiccuped.

But this uncharacteristic reaction of mine— isn’t it a little weird? …Awkward, too.

So, to brush it off, I forced a laugh and, to hide that embarrassment, did something even more shameless like it was nothing.

“Hmph….”

…On Seo Woojin’s phone, which had only ever had a default background, I changed it to display my photo.

Save.

Now, the moment Woojin turns on his phone, a picture of me biting the hem of my shirt appears beneath the stark white clock on his screen.

As if I were— his girlfriend or something.

And not just any girlfriend— but the top one.

“Heh… Here. …Your phone.”

Click.

When I let go of the T-shirt I’d been biting, instead of sliding down, it bunches up over my chest.

Not that anyone outside could see—the curtain blocked the view— but you never know.

So I was about to tug it down, just in case someone other than Woojin saw, when a mischievous thought crossed my mind.

I stopped my hand mid-motion.

“….”

Don’t guys love this kind of thing?

Sure, I might be a little smaller than Sua-chan, but shape-wise… I’m pretty cute, too.

Just walking around the academy or outside, people—men, women, young, old—can’t stop staring.

The one person I want to look at me is busy rolling around with other girls, but hey, I’m plenty popular, too.

Enough to make every horny bastard drool.

So… can’t you feel just a little possessive over me…?

For a moment, I indulged in that embarrassing, unspoken thought.

Then, just in case—just in case—I stole a glance to the side. Woojin had been staring at the photo of me on his phone for a while before sighing and turning off the screen.

Somehow, that made me pout. …But maybe it meant he liked it?

I decided to let it slide—for now.

“Hmph, hmph… …You like the photo I just took that much?”

“Not so much ‘like’… I was going to change it back immediately, but I guess it’s fine for a little while.”

“…So you don’t like it? My photo?”

“No. Your actions are annoying, but… the original is pretty. Worth looking at.”

“….”

“…Why that reaction? Didn’t you ask because you wanted to hear something like that?”

“I-I didn’t… I mean…”

“….”

For Woojin, that was unusually direct. I almost blurted out, “That’s not what I meant—!” …But I didn’t want to keep dancing around it just because I was embarrassed.

So, in the end, I gave a small nod.

Still, I couldn’t just blush and be happy over this alone.

Him calling me pretty for the first time was incredibly thrilling, but… there was still one thing I needed to point out.

Clearing my throat, I quickly spoke up before the awkward atmosphere could derail the conversation.

“A-And… you said you’d change it back… If you think I’m pretty, why would you change it? That’s just mean…”

“It’d be too much to have this displayed outside.”

“…Oh, if it’s because you’d get hard every time you saw it… Well, I guess that can’t be helped…”

“There’s no way to explain it if someone else sees. …A normal photo would be one thing, but your underwear’s showing.”

“Just say I’m your girlfriend. Or, well, ‘pet’ works too. ‘Dick case’… isn’t technically wrong, so you can use that. I’ll specially allow it, Woojin.”

“…….”

At this point, he was probably more flustered than me.

Woojin shot me a complicated look as I grinned smugly.

For a moment, I preened when I noticed his gaze occasionally drifting below my face—to my chest.

After checking the curtain at the private room’s entrance, “…Hey. Why are you climbing on me again?”

“Hehe…”

I bit the hem of my T-shirt between my teeth again and straddled his lower stomach.

No blanket this time—just us. Only a few layers of fabric separating us.

Unfortunately, I didn’t feel anything as hard as before, but that didn’t matter. I’d make it hard soon enough.

I could do that.

“Woojin. Woojin.”

“Don’t get any weird ideas. Get off.”

“Whyyy? I already told you. Let’s have some fun with your perverted noona who loves sex.”

“…Forget the smell—the soundproofing here is nonexistent. You know that.”

“I know, I know. But that’s what makes it even more thrilling, right? …Having sex without getting caught, muffling our moans. We’ve done it in the men’s bathroom before.”

“Stop talking nonsense and get off.”

But Woojin was firm.

Even when I pressed my bra-covered chest against him, he just calmly pushed me away.

So I pinned him down—just a little. With my soft palms, pressing insistently.

He was no stronger than an average person, after all.

“…Don’t force it. I told you to get off.”

“No~pe. If you really don’t want it, push me off yourself?”

“How am I supposed to overpower you?”

“…Then I guess I’ll just have to do what I want?”

Rustle, rustle.

I leaned in close to Woojin’s face— close enough for our noses to brush—and whispered:

“You said it’s fine as long as there’s no smell or sound, right? …Right?”

“….”

I grinned, but Woojin didn’t smile back.

He just stared at me with that look he sometimes gave me—like I was an idiot.

But hey, I am a total idiot.

The kind who struts around saying, “I can just find a better man than you,” only to be overjoyed the moment things go back to normal between us.

So yeah.

“…Sex is off the table, but.”

“….”

“A kiss… should be fine, right?”

With that, I released his hand, which I’d been pinning down.

…Honestly, I didn’t want to let go. But forcing it would just make Woojin hate it, right?

If possible, I wanted to find a compromise— something we’d both enjoy.

That whole “get hated so I can be raped” thing… I’m over it.

“…I get it, so back off a little. You’re too close.”

“Mmm…”

But contrary to my hopes, Woojin didn’t kiss me—he pushed me away.

From a distance where we could’ve kissed immediately, he put enough space between us to fit another person (with some exaggeration).

“….”

I wonder how it would’ve gone if Sua-chan were here instead.

They probably would’ve kissed—no, had loud, raunchy sex, drawing a crowd outside.

I quickly brushed the thought away.

What if it were Seoyeon? Or Jiyoon or her sister?

I scrubbed away each follow-up thought with a mental eraser.

As my smile began to falter from the effort, he spoke.

“Promises. Let’s make a few.”

“Promises?”

“…Cut back on drinking. I won’t tell you to stop entirely.”

“….”

Whether I could cut back was beside the point. For now, I nodded.

“If I drink less… will you kiss me?”

“Stop doing weird things just to piss me off.”

“…Okay.”

He didn’t answer my question, but I nodded again anyway.

…Because Woojin’s hand, which had been resting on the floor until now, was now on my thigh— creeping up toward my waist.

“This isn’t part of the promise. …I’m the trash you said I am, so I can’t do things like only liking you.”

“…I-I don’t care. You’ll end up liking me the most anyway.”

“Based on what?”

“Because… I’m the most attractive… obviously.”

I said it because I didn’t want to lose, but honestly, I wasn’t confident.

If Sua-chan were here right now, I doubted Woojin would choose me over her.

Jiyoon, who seemed prickly at first glance, had already had sex with Woojin—along with her sister.

…And Seoyeon is a fox spirit who bewitches people.

Me? I’m just… an idiot who caused a few annoyances.

But even to an idiot like me— Woojin…

“…If you’d just stop scheming weird things, then yeah, maybe.”

“…Ah…”

Instead of the worst possible answer—”You’re not attractive at all”— he pulled me closer by the waist, his breath mingling with mine, which had grown slightly uneven without me realizing.

“And stop saying weird things. …I don’t want to be the butt of jokes.”

“….”

With a barely perceptible nod, I pressed my lips—which had only ever touched pillows as I slept— against the lips of the trashy man I’d given my heart to for the first time.

“…Hn, mmph…”

Kissing Woojin during sex— it wasn’t like I’d never done it before.

We’d done it plenty, enough for me to remember how it felt.

But this was the first time— slow, devouring, where I could feel how ragged his breath was, where we panted like animals between kisses.

No, this time— it was slow.

Like we just wanted to be closer.

Hidden from the laughter and chatter outside, utterly silent.

Slow.

Our tongues gently entwined, leaving behind a few silvery threads of saliva before finally parting.

“….”

“….”

Ah, of course—

“Why’d you hike up your skirt?”

“…You really think we’re stopping here?”

—I had zero intention of ending it like this.

“…Idiot. If you make even a little noise, we’ll get caught.”

“If you go slow and don’t put it all in… just halfway… cover my mouth and fuck me…”

“…There’s no way you’d be satisfied with sex like that. Same goes for me.”

“…But…”

“Stop saying weird things and get off.”

“…….”

Right where my hips were perched over his thighs— I reached for the growing weight in his pants and squeezed, kneading insistently.

“…Then, when we get home… wanna do it?”

“…No time.”

“I can make up an excuse…?”

“….”

“‘Yozora kept holding me back, so I’ll be late today…’ Or maybe, ‘I might not make it back at all.’ Something like that… …If I send her a photo of me, she’ll be annoyed but won’t suspect anything.”

“….”

“More importantly… …we won’t get another chance like today, right?”

I shyly whispered something he might’ve liked—

“A girl who once said she wanted to be raped by anyone… now trained to only know your cock for the rest of her life.”

“…Who calls that ‘training’?”

“It is training. Just the opposite kind from what Sua-chan got…”

No traces of cum lingered, but the private room still carried a faint, suspicious scent as the two of us— holding hands like some naive couple— slipped out unnoticed.