episode_0357

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Already, home.

After parting ways with the school nurse, I returned—slightly farther than the vicinity of my senior’s place—and was welcomed by my parents.

“You’re back early.” “Weren’t you eating out with friends tonight?” “Thought you might treat yourself for once…” and so on.

Though it was exhausting to humor their doting attention toward their son who came home early.

I brushed them off with vague responses—so half-hearted I couldn’t even remember what I said—before retreating to my room.

…I never usually cared about this kind of thing.

Yet I made sure the door was locked, listening for the click until the very end.

“….”

The pounding in my chest that had started in front of the convenience store still hadn’t subsided.

Even after walking to the bus stop, riding the bus, and transferring multiple stops to get home.

What the hell should I even call this nauseating feeling?

I exhaled sharply and flopped onto the disheveled bed.

It definitely leaned closer to disgust than anything positive.

…But at the same time, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

If anything, it kept nagging at me.

Drawing my attention.

Making me wonder if I should keep that damn promise with him.

What the hell is this?

I couldn’t even begin to put it into blunt words, let alone find a metaphor to explain this ambiguity—which was its own hurdle.

My head throbbed.

“Haah…”

To sum it up crudely—

It was incredibly pathetic.

A feeling I’d never experienced in my 21 years of life.

The kind that, if I were an outsider, would make me want to smack the back of my own head.

Disgustingly gloomy.

Honestly, enough to make me gag.

So revolting I hated myself for feeling it.

In the end, unable to name the emotion, I turned on my phone screen.

“…Ah, fuck.”

A few notifications I didn’t care about had piled up, but nothing I was looking for.

No alerts under the name Seo Woo-jin.

No alarms under the name Baek Seo-yeon, either.

Cursing under my breath a few more times, I belatedly checked my contacts.

…I never exchanged numbers with that nurse.

But Baek Seo-yeon’s…

That sound—

How the hell was I supposed to get it?

“Fucking ridiculous. Seriously.”

Yeah, fuck, I know Seo Woo-jin wouldn’t just send me something like that outright.

But there’s still a chance he might actually record and send it.

That nurse’s tastes are so fucked up he might do it.

Or maybe, while they were busy fucking each other’s brains out, he suddenly remembered our conversation and sent just the audio.

Cut the bullshit about “we like each other” or “it feels good”—maybe he’d just send the sound of her moaning like a bitch in heat?

It’s not like it’s hard.

Recording a video is as simple as holding up a phone while fucking—

“Fuck, seriously…”

Thud, thud.

Lying flat on my back, I hammered the bed like a madman before sitting up, chewing out every curse I could think of.

Getting angry here won’t change anything.

Trying something is better than sitting still, so for now…

“….”

…No. No.

Contacting Lee Ha-yoon to get the number is a surefire way to piss that bastard off.

I need something that bothers Seo Woo-jin less.

Literally the “least bad” option.

“….”

…So I called Seo-yeon, the senior who might be that bastard’s fuck partner.

Brrring. Brrring.

After a few seconds of ringing—

Only a voice.

I just wanted to hear her voice—even if she was forcing herself to sound fine so I wouldn’t notice.

“…Uh, Senior…?”

—”The student council president is busy. Don’t call.”

Instead of my senior’s voice, all I got was a single line from Seo Woo-jin, panting like he’d just finished some hardcore workout.

“….”

What I wanted—

Wasn’t this filthy voice.

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What do they call this state again?

Like my brain’s been pulverized by dopamine?

No. Who the hell would phrase it like that?

“My heart’s pounding like it’s about to explode,” or “my blood’s boiling.”

Something along those lines.

My temples are throbbing, my blood feels like it’s rushing madly—

Ah, right. I remember.

That feeling—like all the blood’s rushed to my head.

Finally recalling the clichéd expression, I yanked hard on the leash in my hand.

The cock drenched in the scent of two women stood stiffly as I—

“Get up.”

“….”

Han Su-a, fidgeting with her toy handcuffed wrists, creakily rose at my command.

Holding the leash connected to her dog collar, I adjusted my position slightly.

Fucking her right there wouldn’t have been bad, but—

Might as well.

“On your hands and knees. …Next to the student council president.”

“…Yes.”

…Here.

Making sure the most cunning fox among the four of us sees it clearly is the best way to make this opportunity worthwhile.

Dragging the leash toward Baek Seo-yeon—who hadn’t looked away since earlier—I positioned Su-a right beside her.

Then pushed her down onto the plush bed.

The sturdy leash in my hand.

The surprisingly convincing toy handcuffs.

The sight of Han Su-a, reduced to a cute pet in front of others, her adorable lion ears perking up.

Her long tail swaying gently.

…All of it—

Captured perfectly in the gaze of Baek Seo-yeon, another variant like her.

“Ah, wait. I bought some clothes that’d suit Su-a. Costumes, or whatever.”

“Don’t need them. I skimmed through them earlier in the living room—none of them were my taste.”

“Hmmm… But don’t guys always like dressing girls up in weird stuff before sex…?”

While one person fell silent, the noisy one remained as loud as ever.

Unlike Baek Seo-yeon, who stayed quiet clutching a water bottle, Yozora muttered leisurely.

Sliding off the bed, she brushed past us, slipping her arms into the shirt Su-a had taken off before walking off somewhere.

Her footsteps stopped in front of the paper bag I’d left on the bedroom floor earlier.

With a rustling sound, she returned—

“Look. Doesn’t this kind of thing suit Su-a?”

—and started recommending the clothes inside to me.

Still in their plastic packaging, she waved them in the air.

“A maid outfit! Guys love this stuff, right? Or not?”

“…….”

“And this one… From an anime, I think? Or a game? Anyway, I bought this super cheap kimono, but I think it’d suit me more… Oh, and this cheerleader uniform…”

To be precise, it wasn’t me she was recommending them to.

It was Baek Seo-yeon—

Stuck awkwardly between three people who only had sex on their minds:

Me, ready to fuck at any second.

Han Su-a, sneakily eyeing the swollen tip of my cock pressing against her.

And Yozora, sitting at the bedside, cheerfully chattering away.

“I don’t like it. Doesn’t suit Su-a either.”

“Whyyy~ When else are you gonna see a chaebol heiress like Su-a in a maid outfit?”

“Hey, wait—”

Pinning Su-a’s slender, cuffed wrists with a rough grip, I answered. Yozora then clung to Baek Seo-yeon, whining.

Seo-yeon muttered something, but Yozora ignored her, leaning against her shoulder.

Watching the two of them get along, I used my thumb to—

…Part Su-a’s soaked slit, just below her swollen clit.

Drenched just from being treated like a pet.

A slight—

Spread.

“Toss it over there. The maid outfit.”

“…Pfft. Acting like you don’t care~”

“You’re being loud, so shut up… Ugh… That’s all.”

“Ah, Teacher… Mm…”

The cock that had been busy wrecking Yozora’s insides earlier—

This time, raw again.

I shoved it in as deep as I wanted.

…Prying open her tight walls, spreading them as I pleased.

Until our skin stuck together, slick with sweat.

“…Stay properly on all fours. Don’t try to collapse sideways.”

“Ngh, …haah…”

“Su-a, your chest must be uncomfortable like that. Hmm~ Hold on? I’ll grab a pillow to put under your stomach—”

Pressing down on Su-a’s trembling back with one hand—

Finding that wasn’t enough, I grabbed her thigh near her pelvis and pulled her toward me.

“Here. Seo-yeon, you tuck it under her.”

“W-Why me…”

“Why? You’re right next to her. Hurry up.”

“…….”

While admiring the sideboob spilling out against the bedsheet—

Squelch, squelch.

“W-Wait… I’m gonna… cum already… Nn, ah…”

“…Oh, Su-a’s ears are twitching like crazy. …Must feel good, huh?”

“…Dunno.”

“How don’t you know? You’re a fox too. Dummy.”

“How would I know if her ears twitch or her tail wags when she feels good? …Never tried it.”

“Really? Never masturbated with your ears and tail out?”

“…You think I’m a pervert like you?”

“Excuse me? I haven’t either? ‘Cause I’m not animal-based?”

Tuning out Yozora and Baek Seo-yeon’s hushed chatter,

I stared at Su-a’s cuffed wrists rattling helplessly as I slammed my cock deeper.

“Anyway, Seo-yeon, you could do that too, right? …Getting collared and fucked?”

“…Shut up.”

Watching her ass jiggle resiliently with each thrust against my lower stomach,

I pressed my hips firmly against her soft cheeks, grinding down.

“Telling me to shut up is mean~ …Didn’t you say you wanted to get real close with the teacher?”

“…”

“Teacher, seeing Su-a leashed up like this got you this hard?”

“…”

Every time the tip of my cock ruthlessly battered her depths, Su-a let out submissive whimpers.

Gripping her waist, I—

…Deeper, deeper, deeper.

All the way.

“…See? With you earlier, it was all sweet and gentle…”

“……”

“But now he’s claiming her. …Carving his shape into her.”

“…S-So what…”

“So what? …I bought a lot of stuff earlier. You saw it, right?”

“……”

“Plus, you tried cutting in line earlier… Now you’re playing innocent?”

Until my brain burned out.

I hammered my aching hips against Su-a’s ass over and over.

Even with the two girls’ gazes boring into me from beside us.

Even though I knew exactly where they were looking.

I didn’t stop.

Just kept going.

“…Wanna try it? If you don’t like it, you can take it off.”

“…”

Beneath the still-rattling handcuffs.

Below Su-a’s twitching backdoor.

I rammed my cock wildly into her dripping pussy.

…Even as the mix of fluids leaking from our joined hips slowly stained the bed gray.

I didn’t care.

Only thinking about sating my lust.

“…Should I get it?”

“…You’ll bring it even if I say no.”

“Then I won’t.”

“…”

“…Should I?”

“…”

“…Guess I’ll interpret that as a yes.”

Pounding Su-a’s womb like a dog in heat,

Filling the battered cavity until—

Splurt, splurt, gush—

I marked her as mine.

Then, exhaling deeply—

“…Whose phone…”

“Hah…, …nn… Ngh…”

—I picked up the ringing phone instead.

Pulling my cock, drenched in the scent of a bitch, out of her.

I tugged the leash lazily, forcing Su-a to kneel at my feet.

“……”

…The caller: Yoo Si-woo.

And Baek Seo-yeon’s phone.

This was just because she didn’t believe what I’d hinted at earlier.

“It’s Yoo Si-woo. …Should I answer?”

“…Huh? Wait, why would you—”

—”…Uh, Senior…?”

“The student council president is busy. Don’t call.”

“….”

Grabbing Su-a’s hair, I forced my cock into her mouth.

Rammed the tip into her throat as I hung up.

“If y-you answer… she’ll misunderstand…”

“She’ll figure it out anyway. I ran into her earlier… …Hold on.”

“Ran into her? What do you— …Ngh, don’t pull so hard…”

…Then, under Baek Seo-yeon’s chin—

I grabbed the leash dangling between her breasts and yanked her toward me.

“……”

“……”

Pretending it was nothing that she’d willingly put on the collar and leash.

Pretending it was nothing that she’d copied Su-a, showing fox ears and a fluffy tail.

…While Yozora giggled behind her,

And Baek Seo-yeon acted like she’d only done it because she was forced to.

Like she really didn’t want to.

Even though her cheeks and ears were already burning red, she feigned composure.

Maintaining a blank expression.

“…Hand.”

“…”

“…Hand. Don’t know what that means?”

“…”

“….”

“….”

“…Good girl.”

“….”

Trying to fix my brain, already reduced to scrap metal,

Was probably a lost cause.

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The translation maintains the raw, unfiltered tone of the original while ensuring natural English flow. Let me know if you’d like any refinements.