episode_0348

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If someone had recorded this scene and shown it to me half a year ago,

how much of it would I have believed?

“That’s a nice towel you’re using.”

“…I just bought it online.”

“Is it the texture? The feel? It’s really nice.”

“….”

Bringing some guy into my house—yeah, I probably would’ve believed that.

Maybe they had something important to discuss in private—that wouldn’t be too strange to imagine.

It’s not like the possibility was zero.

This much is plausible.

“…Don’t hog the towel. Can you grab one for me too?”

“A towel? You already took two earlier.”

“How am I supposed to dry off with just two?”

“Hold on. …Wasn’t it here? Where I got the towels before?”

“Try the one next to it. Not where you’re grabbing now—left, right beside it.”

But sharing a bath with that same guy,

then coming out together,

“Here. For you too, Sua.”

“Thank you….”

“….”

then stepping out together with another girl, all three of us—

how would I have reacted then?

Even if someone had recorded and shown it to me, I probably wouldn’t have believed it at all.

I’d have assumed it was malicious editing.

A twisted prank.

Or maybe just some bizarre nightmare.

“…Seo Woojin.”

“Yeah.”

“So… what should we do first? …Before we have sex with you.”

And if someone had calmly explained, “In six months, you’re gonna say something like this yourself,”

I never would’ve believed it.

Because 21-year-old Baek Seoyeon secretly… thought she knew herself pretty well.

…Looking back now, it’s pretty stupid.

But what could I do?

I’d seen plenty of flirtatious guys hanging around before,

but someone who kept drawing my gaze like this—

I’d never experienced that until now.

“First, let’s dry our hair. No need to rush.”

“…Okay.”

“Seonbae, where’s the blow-dryer…?”

“…Should be over there….”

As I raised a finger slightly with my voice, Han Sua’s gaze followed its direction.

At first, she seemed unable to find it, looking around, but soon her light footsteps moved—guess she found what she was looking for.

Click, click. Watching her pick up the blow-dryer, I quietly slipped out before the other two noticed.

“…….”

Not for any particular reason, just…

Because until now, I’d only ever watched from the sidelines.

The frustration building in my mind, unresolved.

Seo Woojin.

And Han Sua.

Between filthy fantasies about them,

…pop.

It felt like my head was about to explode.

“……Haa.”

Luckily, the heat in my body was still manageable.

Maybe jerking off secretly in the bathroom helped.

Or maybe rubbing against their smooth skin next to me gave some vicarious satisfaction.

No matter how I spun it, gulping down cold water while in heat didn’t change the fact that I was still worked up. I tapped my dripping hair with a towel and headed to the bedroom.

They’d come here soon anyway, so I might as well straighten the bedding beforehand.

Especially since their return happened right after I’d finished touching myself…

“…Huh?”

As I neared the bed, I spotted something at the edge—my phone, lit up with a notification.

Not someone else’s.

Mine.

…From the icon, a KakaoTalk message.

My stomach dropped, worried I’d missed something important,

but thankfully, the notification was the only one.

No missed calls meant nothing urgent.

Just delayed messages because I was busy getting freaky with two people.

Probably just the vice-student council president sending some meaningless text.

Not worth checking.

“…Annoying….”

Still, I should switch from vibrate to sound mode next time—

If things got louder than in the bathroom earlier, some random ringtone wouldn’t cut it. I should turn it all the way up—

Bending over with the towel still draped over my head, I grabbed my phone and checked the message.

The moment I tapped to open KakaoTalk:

[Yozora] – Feeling better?

Disappointingly anticlimactic.

Just Yozora’s usual short text.

Letting out an audible sigh, I plopped down at the edge of the bed.

I appreciate the concern, but knowing her, it’s hard to take at face value.

She’s probably just scheming some prank, grinning to herself.

If she didn’t act like this all the time, I wouldn’t be sighing so much.

…What do I do?

Normally, I’d humor her, but right now, dragging out a conversation is the last thing I want.

But now that I’ve seen the message, ignoring it feels rude…

…Whatever.

She’ll get the hint.

[Baek Seoyeon] – I’m fine. Resting helped. See you tomorrow.

Short.

Even borders on dismissive, but it’s fine.

Especially since I really don’t want to keep chatting right now…

Now, time to fix these messy bedsheets.

Just as I was squeezing water from my hair and about to turn off the screen—

Another message popped up under the (1).

[Yozora] – What were you doing for 30 mins without reading my text? – You always reply fast.

Lately, her questions feel like she’s testing me.

Like earlier, when we crossed paths after school.

Almost like she already knows who I’m with and what’s happening.

I answered like usual.

[Baek Seoyeon] – I was sleeping. Just woke up.

[Yozora] – Oh? – Then I can come now. Was gonna visit anyway. – I’m right in front of your place. Could get there in seconds if I run. – Five minutes, tops?

But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with her coming over.

Not at all.

[Baek Seoyeon] – No. Don’t come.

[Yozora] – Why not…? – Oh. – I’ll bring some gifts! – Pretty sure you’ll love these~ – Just fruit, okay? Nothing weird.

[Baek Seoyeon] – I won’t open the door even if you ring. – I’ve told you. – Don’t come.

Ignoring her stubbornness, I sent my last message, leaving hers unread (1).

A few more pointless texts wouldn’t change anything.

…Yozora being Yozora, she probably won’t check anyway.

I just wasted my time.

“What are you doing?”

“…Ah, well….”

Trying to hide my phone behind my back before Sua saw.

Too busy to react properly.

“Your phone?”

“…YouTube. Just for a sec….”

“YouTube….”

If he sees those messages,

it’s obvious what this pervert will think.

Yozora? Tell her to come, obviously.

Having three girls at once?

A dream scenario for him.

…And not even a challenge.

“Wh-what about Sua? Where’s she…?”

“Said drying her hair would take a while, so I tried helping… She said not to worry and to focus on ‘more important things’ first.”

Tried steering the conversation, but he barely cared about my phone.

Just thumbing toward the faint hum of the blow-dryer as he walked closer.

…But because of that, things I hadn’t noticed before started sinking in.

“Baek Seoyeon, you’re pretending to be a virgin. At least in front of Sua.”

Like me now, sitting at the bedside,

Seo Woojin wasn’t wearing a single stitch of clothing either…

Or how his erection, partly softened, hung semi-hard…

“But if we act like we’ve done this before, it’d be weird for Sua.”

“…Y-yeah….”

Amidst the constant drone of the dryer, hiding our secret,

he closed the distance.

Close enough that our shoulders,

arms,

thighs—

All skin touched.

Then:

“So Sua said something earlier… ‘If we’re doing this with Seonbae, don’t we need condoms?’”

“…Ah. …Condoms….”

“Safety aside… for her, it’s our ‘first time.’”

“….”

Words Sua shouldn’t hear yet.

By normal standards, practically admitting to cheating—forced into my ears.

“…Funny, isn’t it?”

“….”

“You and me—we’ve already creampied each other.”

“…Be quiet. What if she hears…?”

His cock, which had softened slightly earlier,

now beside me again.

Teased back to full hardness by words

only I and Woojin know.

All of it.

“…Back then, it felt so damn good.”

“….”

“So hard I couldn’t help it—didn’t we fuck almost ten times between the bed and the bathroom?”

“…Dunno. Never counted. …Why would you count that?”

“Because we did it way more than I expected. You think going that many rounds in a row is easy?”

“…Great job. Keep it up. Want me to praise you or something?”

“…That kinda sounded like a kindergarten teacher. Lowkey turned me on.”

“Ugh… stop saying gross stuff….”

A conversation from days ago.

Sharing shameful kinks, joking or not.

Uttering those words while stealing glances at Seo Woojin’s cock beside me.

Him hardening again next to me was one thing,

but earlier, he had been rock-hard from fucking another girl.

…Even if now it was clean, washed thoroughly,

just moments ago, it had been coated in thick, filthy cum.

Standing me to the side while he pounded into her,

forcing me to just clean him off with my mouth while Han Sua trembled beneath him—

her scent of climax still lingered everywhere.

“….”

Thinking like this is meaningless.

But if Sua hadn’t been here,

the girl he’d been fucking in the bathroom just now—

…would’ve been me.

“Anyway, condoms. Got any ready?”

“…Why would I?”

…If Sua hadn’t been here,

I’d already be buried under Seo Woojin, working off this pent-up heat.

“…Right. We don’t need them.”

“Not like that…! …I just wouldn’t normally invite you over…!”

If Sua hadn’t been here,

we wouldn’t even be talking about condoms.

Instead of words, gasping like animals, kissing—

…thrust, thrust, thrust,

until we were soaked in sweat.

Pausing only to gulp water before

drowning in sex again.

“You got yourself all worked up but couldn’t even finish alone, whining like an animal. Why wouldn’t I assume you’ve got some stocked?”

“…N-next time… I’ll prepare ahead, okay…?”

“…How many are you buying?”

“…Enough… just in case. …A box…?”

If we’d been alone,

it’d be even messier than in the bathroom earlier.

Seo Woojin would’ve lost himself completely.

Han Sua’s just a girl with big breasts.

I’m the gumiho everyone sexualizes.

Naturally,

guys would prefer me.

…Because they look at me

with hunger in their eyes.

That’s just how it is.

“…Planning to go that many rounds with me?”

“I said… just in case….”

If

Sua hadn’t been here…

…Honestly.

Would’ve been better.

Suppressing the shameful thought.

Seo Woojin might like having both of us,

but I—

prefer it just the two of us.

Burying that thought too.

“Anyway. Since we don’t have any right now…”

“Wait….”

“…?”

“I’ll run to the convenience store before Sua comes back.”

As he stood up, I caught his wrist from behind, tugging lightly—

not forcefully, barely more than a scratch.

Then,

just…

…acting on impulse.

“…It hasn’t gone down yet. …That thing.”

“….”

“Sua… She’s still drying her hair.”

With my gaze, I gestured toward

the towel I’d laid out to keep the bed dry, then

slowly lay back.

…On my side,

thighs pressed together.

Reaching one arm toward my butt,

I gripped my own flesh, parting

the already dripping-wet entrance slick with arousal.

“…Help me make it go down faster. …I’ll help you.

“….”

“And if you cum inside, Sua will notice….”

“….”

“…I’ll swallow it again. …Even if it’s sticky and gross.”

Bleh—

Sticking my tongue out.

Men are predictably simple.

So the guy who likes me—

…will love this.

“Hey. Yu Siwoo, what are you doing here?”

“Huh? Oh~ Just taking a walk.”

“A walk? Your assigned patrol is—… And you don’t even live around here. You’re clearly from across the river…”

“Went extra far today. Needed some air.”

“That so…? Well, see you later. You’re always stuck in the student council room these days—hard to catch you.”

“Yeah. Let’s grab lunch sometime….”