episode_0317

…Ugh. It’s bitter.

Sticky and thick, it clings to my throat so much…

Because of that, I hate how I have to swallow over and over…

Even the lingering taste in my mouth… is the worst.

Since Seo Woo-jin was watching, I forced myself to swallow like it tasted good,

but I guess this isn’t something you eat for the flavor.

It’s just that I want the person right in front of me to like it.

I want them to look down at me like that, to get hard for me.

With that encouragement in mind, I put it in my mouth and swallowed hard…

…Only then did it start to feel somewhat bearable.

“What should I do…?”

“…”

“This is still… so big and hard…”

After wiping off my tongue—soaked in his cum—with my own saliva,

I lick his cock, already wetter than my own tongue, over and over.

If I want to stay sane while this thing is shoved deep into my cervix…

…I’d better coat it with as much slippery lube as possible.

Even when I was dragged into the men’s bathroom and lost my virginity, muffling my moans.

Even when I was pinned to the bed and stuffed full for Sua-chan to watch.

Even when I recorded that embarrassing video for Seo-yeon.

The pleasure melted my brain into a hazy mess.

But now, during sex with my first-ever “boyfriend”…

Fainting like an idiot just because it feels good…

…is embarrassing, isn’t it?

Hehe.

“…Ah……”

So, like a dog licking its owner, I was diligently coating his cock with saliva,

but then Woo-jin took a deep breath and pressed down hard on my tongue and lower lip with his thumb, making me let out a dumb sound as I pulled away from his cock.

Ah. Maybe I was too clumsy and did something he didn’t like?

Or maybe he’s already cum once this way, so he’s tired of me licking it…

Instead, I switched targets and carefully licked his fingers, but of course, his cock didn’t come back to my mouth.

Instead,

he pulled away slightly—

“Ah, wait… just—”

—and just like how I licked him over and over,

he did the same to me.

Licking me with care.

“Ehehe… You don’t have to… I’m already wet enough… …Nngh…”

“…You like it here?”

“I’m… wet enough… already…”

“Guess you don’t hate it.”

For a moment, I felt relieved—so it wasn’t that he disliked my affection—

but then, well…

It’s fine when I’m the one carefully tending to Woo-jin,

but when he’s the one touching me, it’s…

so embarrassing.

Like, seriously, it’s just…

…It feels like being loved…

I guess?

Woo-jin’s always treated me like an idiot,

but this is the first time I’ve felt this, and it’s way more embarrassing than I thought.

I tried telling him I was wet enough for penetration, so he didn’t need to keep teasing me,

burying the honest shame deep inside.

But unfortunately,

it meant nothing.

“…Hih, ngh……”

His tongue gently grazes my nipple, which had already stiffened painfully just from his earlier touch.

His thick, rough fingers—nothing like mine—press and twist my pink nipples, sending waves of pleasure.

But he’s a guy, so…

It shouldn’t feel as good as when I touch myself…

“……”

…Right?

It shouldn’t.

But every time that prickling pleasure travels through my body,

my head gets weirdly foggy.

…When I masturbate while thinking about you,

it was never like this.

It was just simple pleasure.

But this lingering sensation, building and building…

…I don’t get it.

“Hey, listen to me… just… …Nn, ah…”

I tried laughing it off and pushing him away,

saying it tickled, that I didn’t need it,

anything but the honest “It’s embarrassing, please stop.”

But he wouldn’t listen.

I told him I wasn’t a baby, so why was he clinging to me like this?

That no matter how much he licked, milk wasn’t going to come out.

I even tried steadying my breathing and speaking firmly—but nothing worked.

Sure, earlier Woo-jin said my chest was “number one” with his own mouth,

but he didn’t have to cling to me like this…

…licking,

squeezing, twisting like he’s milking me,

grabbing my soft tits in his palms to prove it—

he didn’t have to…

…Nngh…

“Stop… that’s enough, stop…”

“…Why? You like it. Here.”

“Nn… ngh, ah……”

And now it doesn’t stop at my chest.

…He lifts my skirt,

“Here, and inside… You touch yourself here a lot, don’t you?”

“N-No… I don’t…”

Without my permission, he pulls my panties aside,

exposing the dripping wetness between my legs.

The same thick fingers that were toying with my nipples now—

Squelch, squelch.

Relentlessly teasing the most sensitive spots,

even as I squirm.

“Every time I touch you here, you clench around my fingers and say that.”

“……Ngh.”

“How am I supposed to believe you?”

“…Hih… ah…”

I can’t even get the words out to tell him to stop.

“…How often do you masturbate?”

“Once… once a day…”

His fingers push in to the hilt, targeting all the right places,

while he whispers embarrassing questions in my ear,

pinning me beneath him

as I whimper like an idiot.

“Once?”

“…Nn, hih……”

…Because of you, rubbing spots I didn’t even know could feel this good,

I’m left gasping, throat raw, breath ragged.

“Once?”

“…Th-Three times…”

“…”

“Thinking… of you… Three times… Sometimes more…”

“…What kind of thoughts?”

“…Being called names… getting fucked all night…”

Because of your teasing, I answer honestly,

thighs trembling as I leak clear fluid,

with no room to speak.

“…Wait a sec.”

“…”

Woo-jin pulls away from the couch and walks to the entrance, rustling through a convenience store bag.

The sound of plastic tearing open.

Something being unwrapped.

The rest tossed onto the table.

“It’s a little small. It’ll fit, though…”

…If he uses that condom, the reason I worked so hard licking and sucking earlier will be wasted.

But I’m still buried in the couch, panting, lost in the aftershocks,

so I can’t say anything.

I just—

“Yozora. Change positions for a sec. …Can you sit up?”

“……”

“…Lean against the back. …Yeah, like that. Like how we did it next to Sua last time.”

“……”

He presses my messy face into the couch’s backrest,

while my equally messy, soaked pussy—

—is spread open by his hand sliding between my legs.

Because of you, I ended up like this…

Kneeling on the couch,

waiting obediently…

“Hih… ngh………♡”

…Ahh……

“…Haah… Hah, ngh… …Nngh…”

“The things you imagined while masturbating… Was it like this?”

“…”

Shoving his cock deep into me from behind while I’m on my knees… This.

Not just lightly brushing against the dangerous spot but pressing into it over and over… This.

It’s exactly, exactly the same.

With my face buried in the soft backrest, I nod faintly.

This couch—where we drink almost every night—

…was the place where, if I felt even a little turned on, I’d masturbate for ages, replaying memories of being “used” by you.

Was it when I skipped class…?

Or when Seo-yeon suddenly caught me…

I was masturbating to this fantasy.

That’s why I nodded so easily.

“……! …?! ……….”

But then Woo-jin grips my hips tightly—

Thrust, thrust. Thrust. Slam.

—and fucks into me over and over, crushing my soft cervix like he’s overwriting those old memories.

“I love you.”

“…”

“I love you, Yozora.”

“……”

Instead of the crude insults I imagined,

he says I love you.

Words I can’t tell are sincere or lies,

whispered into my burning ears

as he pounds into me

hard enough to bruise my insides.

“You don’t like sex like this?”

“……”

“Yozora?”

…His voice is tender,

but the way he fucks me is a little rough, like he’s catering to my tastes.

Demanding an answer, he gathers my long hair in one hand and yanks.

This weird sex—

“It’s… not… bad… Nngh…”

“…Yeah?”

—feels so good

that I keep clenching around him, even now.

“For ‘not bad,’ you’re reacting a lot.”

“…Ehe, he… …Nngh……”

My flimsy lie is exposed instantly.

When I try to laugh it off, Woo-jin wraps his arms around me and fucks into me like an animal.

His breath brushes against my pale shoulders.

His sharp teeth, his soft tongue—

they leave marks as he bites lightly.

Less intense than mine, but still breathless with arousal, he pulls back—

…then yanks my long hair like a leash,

exposing my bright red ears to his teeth.

“…I’ll love you.”

“Y-Yes…”

“At least as much as you think about me… I’ll try.”

“…Nn……”

Thrust, thrust… thrust.

Deeper than I ever reached on my own.

The cock I licked hard myself—

is now slamming into me

over and over.

“…Haah, fuck…”

“……Ngh, ah…”

“Yozora…”

The sound of him pounding into me reaches my ears.

His heated breath, right above me, reaches my ears.

The obscenely wet squelching—just how soaked am I?—reaches my ears.

The words I like you reach my ears.

Woo-jin’s voice saying I like you reaches me again,

and my own voice—high, sweet, dripping with pleasure—answers.

…This whispering

is too

embarrassing.

“Hah, ah… Woo…jin… …Ah, ngh…………♡”

Even though his cock, harder than before, is clearly about to cum,

Even though Woo-jin crushes me in his arms, squeezing my tits as he thrusts—

…In the end,

he buries himself as deep as possible,

“………♡ …♡”

Even as my thighs tremble—

he doesn’t care.

Splurt, splurt—

After filling me up,

before I can even process the heat,

he pulls out with the frustrating feel of rubber—

“…Yozora.”

“…Nn…”

“Wanna drink a little? …Let’s take a break.”

“…Alcohol… sounds good…”

Even though I only heard it once,

Woo-jin’s voice saying I love you

…keeps echoing in my ears.

“…Why’s your face so red?”

“……”

“Was the couch pressing on it too much?”

“…M-Maybe… …Ehehe…”

Even though I was the one spouting nonsense like “I want to get raped,”

now,

…I’m blushing like some innocent schoolgirl.