episode_0351

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Dozens, hundreds of self-indulgent fantasies rise and then slowly sink away.

I shake my head, trying to shake them off, but the words of the girl I just saw keep replaying in my mind.

The three small, square boxes inside the pay-per-bag trash liner also keep surfacing in my thoughts.

…Ah, fuck. What should I do?

Should I just expose the relationship between the health teacher and Baek Seo-yeon?

But then, I might really never see Baek Seo-yeon again.

That bitch who’s fucking someone else’s man—why even bother seeing her again… With that thought, I tap on my SNS.

On the other hand, if I only expose Seo Woo-jin, maybe it’d be fine… With that in mind, I scroll through DMs with some close friends before—

“Haa…”

In the end,

I turn off the screen.

“…….”

The sound of Baek Seo-yeon panting, as described by the health teacher.

The video he promised to consider sending if I behaved well for a long time.

And the mocking remark he added afterward—If it’s purely for your sunbae’s sake, you wouldn’t need that kind of recording, would you?

Even if it were just a small sound, I know damn well that bastard wouldn’t just send it to me willingly.

“…Fuck…”

Like the pathetic losers I’ve always found disgusting,

…disgusting delusions I could never tell anyone else.

Delusions with probabilities so low that adding zeros after the decimal point wouldn’t even come close.

Along with them,

I feel a little

strange.

351

The Way Home.

After confirming that Yoo Si-woo had gone his own way and turning the corner, I finally indulged Yozora’s antics.

The plan to just buy condoms and hurry back had already gone completely off track.

“You didn’t see the person in front of me?”

“I just saw you and got excited, so I ran over?”

“How was I supposed to know it was you from the back of your head?”

“Hmm… Well, I’ve seen the back of your head enough to recognize it?”

“…Should I take that as you liking me that much? Or as a protest telling me to stop looking at other girls?”

“Pfft… I tried mimicking Kyoto-style phrasing, but you caught on quick. Mhm.”

Guess only really smart people can pull this off.

Grinning, Yozora glances at the passersby before hugging me from behind again.

What if you step on my feet?

It’s hot—get off.

I tried saying it nicely, but of course, she didn’t listen.

Instead, I only heard her whispering from behind, Are you hard because of me? or something like that.

This side of her is exactly like the drunk Yozora I knew during her “celebrity” days.

In the end, I adjusted my stride so she could comfortably follow and started walking.

“By the way, were you really having a threesome or something? With Sua-chan and Seo-yeon?”

“Not like that. …If I had to describe it, more like a spectator thing.”

“Spectator?”

“I told her to teach Baek Seo-yeon how to make friends.”

“…Wow. Trash…”

“You did the same thing to Sua last time.”

“Back then, I did it on purpose so you’d fuck me… …Ah, that was a secret.”

“…Haa…”

A small sigh escapes me, followed by a gleeful giggle from behind.

Somehow, this also reminds me of the past, and I don’t exactly hate it.

Back when I had nothing better to do, I’d listen to all of Yozora’s nonsense, and after putting up with it for so long, I’d snap—only for her to giggle happily. We did that 365 days a year.

But there’s something else I want to say, so I part my lips again.

“Anyway, are you planning to keep this up until we get home?”

“Weeell~ It’s not like it’ll take long, right? Seo-yeon’s place is right there.”

“No, that’s not what I meant… …Never mind. It’s right there.”

Yeah.

It’ll take less than a minute to get there—no point bringing it up now.

Grabbing Yozora’s hand as it slides down without looking, I avoid the strange glances from passersby and keep walking.

Of course, this is also one of the uncomfortable things, but what I wanted to say was different.

I wouldn’t normally complain about her blatantly pressing against my chest or making it hard to walk, but

this thing keeps bumping into me with every step.

The paper shopping bag dangling from Yozora’s wrist keeps hitting my body, and it’s surprisingly annoying.

Whatever’s inside feels oddly hard too.

I glance down but can’t tell where the bag’s from.

Not because women’s clothing or cosmetics brands are unfamiliar—but because there’s simply nothing written on the outside.

…I can’t see inside well, but judging by the feel and context, it might be cosmetics.

Unable to resist my curiosity, I finally ask.

“What’s this?”

“This? The stuff in the shopping bag?”

“Yeah.”

“…Hehe~ Should I tell you, or not~?”

“Then don’t.”

“Ehh, that’s no fun!”

She was gonna say it anyway, the brat.

After a pointless back-and-forth, Yozora grumbles and presses her chin into my back before answering.

…Not a big gesture, but it kinda hurts.

“It’s something you’d really like. I saw the store on the way and bought it.”

“…Snacks?”

“Nope~ I’ll just show you. You’ll see it soon anyway.”

Humming a playful tune, Yozora slips her hand into the paper bag and pulls out something neatly wrapped.

“Ta-da! What do you think? Nice, right? They sell surprisingly well, apparently?”

“…Put it back. Idiot.”

“Oh, embarrassed to see it outside?”

“You’re the one who should be embarrassed, you airhead.”

“Ehehe… C’mon, this one’s for Sua-chan, this one’s for Seo-yeon…”

“I get it, just put it away.”

“Yep, yep, …Pfft.”

…Unbelievable, pulling this out in public.

I made her put it back immediately, but still.

Is this what it feels like

to be wanted?

To make you abandon what you were supposed to do first.

And then to choose me, of all people…

Is this what it feels like?

About three minutes after the click of Seo Woo-jin leaving.

Still sprawled on the bed with a tingling brain, I finally steady my breathing and sit up.

The best sex I’ve had so far was probably at Seo Woo-jin’s place…

Sex where Sua couldn’t see.

Sex where Sua might find out.

…It’s kinda nice.

Lost in the afterglow, I keep replaying the memory.

“…….”

Like this… lying on my side… getting fucked.

Holding the higher hip like a handle, thwap, thwap.

Then pulling me into an embrace from behind.

Prying open my legs as they try to close from embarrassment.

Until his balls slap against my clit.

His cock thrusting deep inside, reaching… around here.

Not knowing when Sua would come out.

With no excuse ready if caught.

Raw.

If he wanted,

he could’ve done whatever he pleased.

Raw.

…We’re not even animals mating.

Without a single safety measure.

“……Haa…”

If Seo Woo-jin hadn’t come in my mouth but, like some perverted monster, creampied me completely, what would I be doing now?

Instead of scooping out his cum with my fingers…

At this point, does a condom even matter?

Wouldn’t it be the same if you came inside me a few more times?

Let’s show Han Sua.

…Until the excitement fades.

Over.

And over.

Wouldn’t he?

“…Ngh…”

Ah, seriously.

What kind of thoughts am I even having, just because I’m in heat?

Staring blankly at the traces of arousal left behind, I grab a towel from the laundry and wipe the floor before Sua’s hairdryer stops.

The stains on the bedsheet are unavoidable, but at least they’re at the edge—hard to notice.

…Now, let’s wash away the bitter taste in my mouth.

Before Sua notices.

Following the sound of the hairdryer, I slip out and head to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, I grab cold water, pour it into a cup, and gulp it down.

Swallowing every last drop of that baby batter left in my mouth—

“Ah, sunbae.”

The hairdryer stops.

Han Sua steps out of the changing room, her hair fully dried.

…Just like earlier in the bathroom.

Wearing practically nothing.

“…Uh, where’s the teacher?”

“…Gone to buy condoms.”

“Huh? He’s not back yet…?”

“Must be taking a while.”

Well, it’s not hard to understand.

In fact, I kinda relate.

Especially if the area below her waist is soaked—she wouldn’t want to put anything on.

Like me, dripping wet because of Seo Woo-jin, wearing only a sleep shirt.

But what bothers me a little more is—

“He didn’t… get lost, right…?”

“He’ll be back soon. The convenience store’s right there.”

…Seo Woo-jin.

When he was fucking Han Sua,

he looked really into it.

That’s all.

“It’s pretty hot out, so maybe he’s taking his time to avoid sweating….”

“Dunno. …Ah, here, Sua.”

“Ah, thanks….”

Unlike me, she pours fresh water into a new cup and hands it to Sua before touching her air-drying hair.

Too late for a towel.

Pretending nothing happened, I switch places with Sua and start blow-drying my hair with cool air.

“…….”

Of course, I had no idea

the doorbell would ring at the worst possible time.

“He’s back?”

“…….”

“I’ll get it. Just a sec….”

…Which means,

outside the changing room,

it’s just Seo Woo-jin and Han Sua.

Alone.

“…….”

That pervert might do the same thing to Sua.

That pervert might enjoy creampie sex with Han Sua right now.

Sua’s already naked, after all.

He might even do it right at the entrance.

Lost in wild thoughts, I finally click the hairdryer off.

I know it’s better to dry with cool air first before switching to hot, but

I don’t have the patience

to care about that right now.

“…I can just wash it again.”

I’ll rewash the half-dried hair later.

Staring blankly at the mirror I rarely use, I turn my head side to side to check before stepping out.

Of course, acting like nothing’s bothering me.

“Hey, wait….”

…That’s when it happens.

“Wait for what…? There’s no one around now~….”

“Y-Yozora….”

“…….”

A familiar voice,

right beside the one I was just talking to.

…Remembering a call I’d completely forgotten, I walk toward the voices.

“…Get off me. Don’t start weird shit the second you come in.”

“Whyyy? Sua-chan and Seo-yeon were with you the whole time, right? So now it’s my turn~… I mean, you’re just teaching them how to make friends… …Ah. Seo-yeon.”

“…….”

…The craziest girl I know

is currently pinning Seo Woo-jin down.