episode_0336

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I had a rough idea of her condition,

…but I never expected this kind of reaction.

Didn’t even cross my mind.

“Why did Soo-ah come up?”

“…No, well… …Yozora told me….”

“What did she say?”

“…That you like Han Soo-ah a lot….”

Both of my wrists had been firmly gripped by Baek Seo-yeon the moment I stepped into the bedroom.

Trapped as if under arrest, my gaze wanders awkwardly over her, and a dumb chuckle slips out.

Partly because there’s a beautiful woman right in front of me,

and partly because seeing a woman like her looking so deflated is just… cute.

…The same woman who once claimed she only had sex out of necessity

is now getting jealous over another woman.

It’s irritatingly hot.

In the end, I swallow the saliva pooling under my tongue and lower my head,

close to Baek Seo-yeon’s ear in this state,

to let out

a few words.

“Yeah, I like Soo-ah. It’s hard to find a woman like her.”

“….”

“I even tell her how much I like her pretty often. …Unlike someone.”

“…Who are you talking about?”

“She exists. Among my sex partners.”

“…Hah.”

So it rings loud in her eardrums.

So it stays vivid in her memory.

I enunciate each word clearly into Baek Seo-yeon’s ear, recoiling as if to avoid me,

then lightly shake the wrists she’s holding and add,

“…Let go first if you wanna talk.”

“…No.”

“Why not?”

“If I let go, who knows what you’ll do to me….”

“Do what? …You already know, don’t you?”

“…No, I don’t.”

“You begged me to fuck you with your own mouth. …And you don’t know?”

“…I said I don’t.”

Staring straight into Baek Seo-yeon’s drowsy, half-lidded eyes,

I stir up a few more sticky words.

…That jealousy she isn’t even trying to hide.

It’s so unlike the Baek Seo-yeon I knew that,

the more I look, the cuter it gets.

Because I wanted to see more,

I carefully consider what to say to get an amusing reaction out of her,

then lay them out,

one by one,

in front of her.

“Fine. I’ll just treat you and leave. Let go.”

“…You think criminals get off by making excuses like that?”

“…If you don’t wanna get fucked or treated, why are you still holding onto my wrists?”

“That’s… Well….”

“…What, you pissed I said I like Soo-ah?”

“That—that has nothing to do with it.”

“…Nothing?”

“…….”

“Then I’ll finish treating you quickly so I can go have sex with Han Soo-ah… …Let go.”

“…….”

…Honestly, if I could, I’d love to casually tease her nerves a lot more than this.

But I’m a pretty lustful person myself.

Holding back for too long is tough.

“…I’ll take care of your heat. …Let go.”

“…Here. …Happy?”

Lightly, hastily.

As if I’d just been teasing her.

I say the words Baek Seo-yeon would probably want to hear—just a little.

…That I’ll fuck her senseless, just like she wants.

Far from romantic,

but enough to tug at the corner of her lips.

“Nggh….”

“…But sex right now is kinda pushing it. It’ll take too long.”

With Han Soo-ah, oblivious, waiting for us beyond the wall, I slowly knead the breasts of Baek Seo-yeon—who’s spouting words too cute for someone her age.

All while stripping away the fabric covering her body. …Not really.

Just in case.

In case Han Soo-ah really does barge in, no matter how small the odds,

I leave Baek Seo-yeon’s clothes on for now.

“Hah……, ….”

“Baek Seo-yeon. Can you still be satisfied with just foreplay like before?”

I slip my hand beneath her loose T-shirt, into the curtained space underneath her chest.

…Big enough to fill this hand of mine, freely.

Savoring the weight of her ample lower breasts, I slide my fingers sideways, little by little.

“Later… Haaah…. Come back and….”

“…Come back and what?”

“…Do that… for me….”

“Say it clearly. No beating around the bush.”

“………Sex.”

Finding nothing in front, I move behind—regretfully.

Grazing the rough texture of her bra through the T-shirt, I search for the hooks.

Click, click.

I stop where something catches at my fingertips.

“…Sure. Let’s say I leave and come back for sex. …Then what about Han Soo-ah?”

“…Ah, ngh…….”

Pulling the hooks inward, I undo her bra.

Freed from the shaping underwear, her breasts jiggle lightly beneath the T-shirt, and I squeeze them greedily.

“…Can I fuck Soo-ah as much as I want before coming back to you?”

“…….”

A mischievous question.

“If we just don’t go all the way… It’s fine, ah—”

“…What kind of nonsense is that, stupid?”

“Haa…, ah…?”

“…The whole point of fucking is to blow your load. How are you gonna be satisfied if you don’t cum?”

Even without much effort, her nipples had stiffened long ago.

I rub them through the fabric, rough enough to leave marks.

“Wait… So if you didn’t ejaculate… …you wouldn’t be satisfied?”

“That’s why I came inside you so many times back then. …Made sure you were very satisfied.”

“…Ah, ah… Right… Because it felt good, you came… Males….”

The prominent peaks visible through her clothes—

I scrape them gently with my fingertips.

“…Then I’ll….”

“….”

“Later… Instead of Soo-ah, I’ll satisfy you….”

“….”

“Just… don’t cum inside her….”

Sometimes,

like milking dry a teat long since empty, I tease her.

“How are you gonna satisfy me? …Can you do better than Soo-ah?”

That tiny inferiority complex in her heart.

Her jealousy.

I poke at them with blunt words.

“…You can move as much as you like… Nngh… I’ll allow it….”

“You already let me do that last time. …Pin you down and fuck you senseless.”

“S-Stop with the vulgar language….”

“You asking to get fucked earlier—was that not vulgar?”

“It wasn’t… ……….”

With Han Soo-ah still quiet outside, I grow bolder.

I tug Baek Seo-yeon’s crumpled T-shirt up and press the hem firmly against her lips.

…Despite her lack of experience, she seems to understand.

As she parts her lips to bite the fabric, I secure the T-shirt and pull the unhooked bra up over her chest.

Then, laying her down on the bed where, just moments ago, another pervert had been masturbating until she couldn’t breathe—

I slide a hand down Baek Seo-yeon’s black dolphin shorts, damp despite their dark color, pulling them down to her knees.

“…Can I fill your womb with my cum?”

“…Ngh… Stop joking….”

“I already did it so much with Han Soo-ah. …More than you could compare. Way more.”

“…Hah…! …Ngggh…….”

Trailing my fingers slowly over her soaked panties,

I bring up the thing Baek Seo-yeon told me not to say again.

“…You sounded so confident earlier. Said you’d satisfy me more than Soo-ah.”

“Haaah… Ha….”

“To do that, you’d have to be fine with everything Soo-ah knew how to handle and everything she let me do. …Right?”

…Since she’s in heat anyway, touching her skin should be fine.

So I press firmly on Baek Seo-yeon’s milky thighs and graze around her vulva.

Starting from the farthest point from where the sensation would be strongest—her clit.

Slowly.

…The suspicious moans Han Soo-ah outside might hear.

Doing my best to suppress them.

“Answer me, Baek Seo-yeon.”

“…First, ngh… let me hear… it….”

“…Don’t you remember? I asked if I could cum inside you.”

“You…! …You asked while touching me… in weird places… My brain got all tingly, how was I supposed to hear….”

“So, is it okay?”

“……Nnngh….”

Baek Seo-yeon, covering her mouth with the back of her hand to muffle sounds, looks at me.

Her flushed cheeks nod ever so slightly, as if uncertain.

…Creampies—nothing should trivialize consent like that.

But consumed by lust,

like fools,

“Just… one thing… I wanna ask….”

“What?”

What if I just slid her panties aside a little more?

Even if we can’t have sex right now, wouldn’t fingering her properly bring her to climax?

Maybe I’ve caught her foolishness, lost in my own stupid thoughts, when Baek Seo-yeon poses her question.

“…Did you enjoy tricking an innocent girl… into taking your cum inside?”

“Didn’t trick her much. Soo-ah brought her own birth control, so I just loved her thoroughly.”

“That’s not what I meant… Did it feel good? …Creampie sex with her?”

“…Yeah.”

The details were—

a post-sex review of Han Soo-ah.

And,

“…How was creampie sex with that horny gumiho?”

“….”

“Was it… worse than then?”

She’s asking how it was with her.

Eyes half-lidded, yet sticky with curiosity.

“Even after I told you… it wasn’t a fertile day… …you pumped me full like you couldn’t tell who was in heat….”

“…Exactly. Not a fertile day. Could fill you up without worrying about anything annoying.”

“…Then when I’m fertile… …you won’t do it as much?”

Calling Han Soo-ah naive while sounding

even more naive herself—

that sticky curiosity.

“…I’d keep going all night. Until both of us passed out from exhaustion.”

“What kinda… Nghh… …Ah, wait….”

Despite her usual blunt tone,

Baek Seo-yeon now wears a smug smirk as I slide her panties aside.

Ignoring her reflexive attempts to push me away—

Push, press.

How much had she fingered herself? The textures feel slightly different as I tease her.

Reaching places her own fingers couldn’t, I plunge deep,

trading whispers.

“…Why ask? Planning to have sex with me when you’re fertile?”

“Ngh…, ngh……. As if… …Of course… not….”

“Raw?”

“…No way I’d allow… Hahh, that… …Ngggh…….”

A ridiculous question.

An obvious answer.

Knowing full well how it’d go,

I say it anyway.

“Anyway, you… with Soo-ah… Did you cum more than back then? Enough to overflow… …Ngh, fucking like a bitch in heat… couldn’t stop cumming….”

“…Roughly the same.”

“I see… Roughly….”

Her slick, sticky walls clamping around my fingers—

I whisper into Baek Seo-yeon’s ear, now seemingly lost to lust.

“…Then… that… …Filming.”

“….”

“Fucking the gumiho… I’ll let you film it… for personal use….”

“….”

“But outside… with her… don’t cum.”

“…You’ve been saying that. Why no cumming inside her?”

“That’s….”

“….”

“…Every time you cum… your cock gets less hard…….”

…Must be the heat talking.

The content itself wasn’t exactly—

sweet or anything.