episode_0340

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This is just practice.

As Su-a said—just ordinary practice to make it easier to befriend someone new.

“…Excuse me.”

…This makes no sense.

Who in the world makes friends like this?

“If you let boys touch your chest, you’ll get close right away.”

It’s not exactly wrong, but who the hell actually puts that into practice?

Letting someone touch your chest—that’s something you only do with someone you’re at least dating…

…No, no.

A sex partner.

You’d have to at least be on that level.

Like the relationship between me and Seo Woo-jin.

“…….”

Despite knowing all that—

I pretend not to. I ignore it, closing my eyes to the truth.

In front of Woo-jin, I carefully settle onto the space between his legs.

Just like Han Su-a did moments ago—letting myself be pulled into his arms.

Just like Han Su-a did—letting myself be touched however he wants.

As if I truly believe her words.

…But in reality,

I just want something—anything—to satiate this heat boiling inside me.

“…….”

Ignoring the soft laughter brushing against my ear from behind, I part my lips slightly.

“…What are you doing? You said you’d help me practice. …Hurry up.”

Though nothing serious has happened yet, his hardness already presses insistently against my ass…, …this.

Turns out, I’m not the only one burning with desire here.

Woo-jin too—

He seems to be enjoying this far more than expected.

“Since it’s your first time, should I just touch you over your pajamas?”

“…Just do it. I’m not some pubescent kid….”

Stop joking.

You were biting and licking Su-a in secret just earlier.

Deliberately sucking so hard I could hear the wet shlurp, schlick sounds too.

As if doing that would make her lactate.

You shoved two fingers between my thighs, roughly fucking into me until—

—until slick arousal dripped from me, and only then did you stop.

Swallowing words I can’t say in front of Su-a, I cautiously place a hand on Woo-jin’s thigh beside me.

…Just a quick pinch here, and he’ll understand exactly what I want.

Then, ever so slightly—

Leaning my body a little more against his, I whisper.

“Boys like… this is the key, right?”

“…Right.”

“Then, as a guy, be honest—”

Even with Su-a watching right beside us.

Under the pretense of “learning how to make friends,” I press myself shamelessly close to Woo-jin.

“Do you really… just want to touch me over my pajamas? …This?”

“….”

“No, right? That one person from the student council room… They stare at these all the time.”

“….”

“You just want to… squeeze them however you want, don’t you? …This pointless flesh. Its only use is for exactly that.”

“….”

“Besides… didn’t you just grope Su-a’s chest like you couldn’t control yourself?”

“…Did I?”

“Yes. …Intensely.”

A ludicrous performance for the sake of one naive girl.

…With the hand still resting on his thigh—

I slowly trail my fingers upward.

Out of Su-a’s view, but unmistakable for Woo-jin—

whose cock is hardening against my ass.

Slowly.

…At first, I hadn’t planned this.

But now, my touch almost grazes his length.

As if asking—Don’t you want this too?

As if urging—Just take me already.

Insistently.

“Well, since you’ve given permission…”

“….”

“I’ll do it just like Su-a showed me. That’s okay, right?”

“…Do whatever.”

In response, Woo-jin exhales deeply—enough to stir my hair—and speaks in a low voice.

Meanwhile, his hand, which had been bracing against the bed, drifts down to lightly skim my lower stomach.

…Damn it.

Maybe because of these flimsy pajamas.

Or maybe because Su-a is watching.

Just from something this small—

My voice…

Feels like it’s about to slip.

“…….”

A man’s fingers—different from mine.

Thicker, longer.

The word that comes to mind is rough.

His fingers roam dangerously close to my slit before he catches himself and pulls back.

Unlike usual, my pajamas cling to my flushed skin as his hand presses firmly from the outside—

Creasing the fabric along the way.

Following the crumpled cloth upward, until—

And then, unlike when we tangled secretly before,

he moves with far more gentleness.

Even gentler than Su-a’s demonstration.

Cupping my chest through the fabric with slow, deliberate strokes even though—

—he had earlier flicked my nipples without permission.

Even though he had licked, sucked, and squeezed them raw.

Just because Su-a’s here, he acts like it’s his first time touching me?

…Pathetic.

You want to grope me obscenely too, don’t you?

Just like when we fucked last time—when you pounded into me like a dog in heat.

Even now, your cock presses firm and stiff against my ass—already pulsing—

…Really gonna hold back?

…Seriously?

Even if you conceal your arousal like I do—

Your hands—

You can move them however you want, you know…?

This is just practice for making friends, after all.

“Hey. Seo Woo-jin… Sir.”

Briefly conscious of Su-a’s oblivious gaze beside us, glaring at nothing amiss—

I swallow the guilt pooling under my tongue gulp— and turn to Woo-jin with the most indifferent face I can muster.

Unable to fully turn myself, I cast him a sidelong look.

Then, spreading the hand on his thigh wider—

…I trace my thumb

along his inner seam.

“…This practice… doesn’t seem like it’s working.”

“…No?”

At an angle Su-a can’t see—

I press my thumb against the growing bulge in his pants…

—then hook my fingers into the hem of his pajamas and tug up.

“You know… how to unhook this, right?”

Baring my skin to Woo-jin is embarrassing enough, but Su-a seeing too—

Honestly, holding onto my sanity is already a struggle…

But in this ridiculous farce–

—maybe I’ve grown accustomed.

So I play along, acting the naive girl who genuinely believes

that showing boys bare breasts is how you make friends.

After draping the pajama top over my chest, I tuck my fingers beneath my hair—white as snow—and sweep it aside so my bra is clearly visible.

“…….”

At his silent touch unhooking the straps, my shoulders flinch slightly as the fabric slides down to my upper arms.

…The stifling, humid air of the room

brushes against my rose-tinted nipples.

Just as clearly as Woo-jin and Su-a’s stares—

searing into my buzzing mind.

“A naive girl’s man” and “the depravity between us”—

Drowning in this suffocating guilt,

Hah— Hah—

I exhale shakily.

This is how far I’ve fallen just from baring my chest.

What if I kissed him in front of Su-a?

What if I sucked him off?

What if I did worse?

How far would I go…?

Would I really lose all right to call Yozora a pervert?

“Straighten up. You can lean on me if you want.”

“Ah… y-yes.”

Woo-jin’s honeyed voice prickles my eardrums as he suddenly pulls me flush against him.

Oh. Had I been curling into myself from nerves?

Realizing belatedly, I let my head tilt back against his jaw.

Then, rustling—Su-a shifts beside us, and I glance over.

“Senpai, Senpai.”

“……?”

“I-I know it’s embarrassing at first… but it’ll get easier! I was like that too when Yozora taught me.”

“…Thanks… for worrying.”

“Ehehe… I wish I could teach you everything perfectly, just like Yozora did for me… but time might be tight…”

Don’t bother.

I’m not the kind, caring senior you think I am—

—just a trash senior who lusts after another girl’s man.

Truth is, I never entered the academy with pure intentions like you.

I’m worse than the trash you call Woo-jin.

Guilt floods me as I force an awkward smile at Su-a’s encouragement.

“Ah, right! I even confessed to Yozora later that I wanted to be Sir’s sex partner—”

“Nggh— Hah…!”

Right in front of Su-a—who casually drops that word—

…I climax.

The reason?

Obviously—

“Pant… hah…”

That bastard Woo-jin—

Squeezed my nipple out of nowhere—

“…Sensitive—typical for mutants, huh?”

“Hng… nh… ugh…”

“Su-a’s crazy sensitive too. …Exactly like you two.”

Right against my burning ear—

His damn whispers coil around me,

as his fingers tease my stiffened nipple like this—

“Nh— no, nooo…”

All the tiny climaxes I’d been suppressing knot together, fraying my mind apart.

Let go.

Fall—into hell.

“Are you okay…? Senpai?”

“…Hih… nn…!”

Nodding with the back of my hand pressed to my lips, Woo-jin keeps whispering filth

while torturing my nipples even harder.

Pervert, maybe?

No—horny pervert?

Wait, horny fox—?

Definitely not “You trashy pervert, coming from fucking your junior’s boyfriend.”‬

That’s too long.

Murmur.

Slurred whispers.

He fills my ears with words—hidden from Su-a—while scolding my sensitive spots

until my vision whites out.

Annoyed that I’m still pretending to be fine—

from an angle Su-a can’t see—

he bites my earlobe and twists my nipple.

“Hyah—…!”

My legs jerk straight.

My head lolls forward, lips spilling filthy noises—

yet the torture scorching my brain won’t stop.

“Please… hah… nn…”

This was just practice—

‎”Let boys touch your chest—you’ll get closer!”

Nothing about making me come—

All my trapped words burn in my lungs as my fingers dig into Woo-jin’s thighs harder.

…He’s rock-hard too.

So if I tease the tip just like this—

he’ll break.

More importantly—

I refuse to be the only one humiliated.

Do it—

Coat your pants in sticky cum.

I grind against his cock through the fabric, spiteful—

“Su-a. Come here for a sec.”

“Huh? …Okay.”

Not my name—Su-a’s.

Stunned, I gasp—only to hear Woo-jin’s voice, thick with lust:

“Open your mouth. …You’ll learn eventually anyway.”

“…Ah…”

“Now.”

“Hah— ngh— ugh…!”

Silence—

then my shameful moan cracks it apart.

…But thanks to that bastard who knows exactly how to ruin me—

all I can do is suppress my voice, head bowed.

Over my shoulder, Su-a hesitantly shuffles closer.

…Is he gonna use her mouth because I made him too hard?

Furious, I stroke his cock faster—

until wet sounds slurp into my ears.

“Schlick— mmph… schhlip…”

Not his voice—

but the slick, filthy noise of kissing.

And then—

Squelch. Squelch.

A hand shoved past my pajama pants—

inside my soaked panties—

fingers violently scissoring my slippery walls.

…Someone covers my mouth—

Mmph! Mmph!

My choked noises spill anyway.

Three layers of sound:

—Lovers’ kisses.

—The lewd squelch of fingers fucking into me.

—My muffled moans.

“Ngh— …hk!”

Is he punishing me for touching him?

I grab his wrist—what if Su-a hears?

But his fingers keep scraping my most swollen spot.

Regretting teasing him when he wasn’t satisfied with just my chest—

—burying deep, curling just right—

But this sound—

How do we hide this?

If Su-a hears—

This entire stupid act—

“Schlrrp… hah… Sir… ngh…”

…Wet kisses beside my ear.

If even I hear them this clearly—

—Su-a, tangled with his tongue, hears much worse.

Wouldn’t she notice this too?

Trembling through another small climax—

Woo-jin abruptly pulls his fingers free.

“…….”

…Then—

Coated in my slick—

Shoves them into my mouth.

“Mmph— gllk…!”

While Woo-jin swaps saliva with Su-a—

I’m in his arms.

Licking my own arousal off his fingers.

…Every last drop.

Gulp. Gulp.

“…See?”

“…Ah… huh?”

“An example—Su-a and me kissing.”

“Oh. …Yeah. I saw.”

“Change positions. Face me properly—lean in like this.”

“…Okay.”

Partly to avoid Su-a noticing—

…but also because—

—I’ve already tasted myself on Woo-jin once before.

So it’s not like I hate it.