episode_0366

…So, clearly.

After failing to drag Seo Woojin to the bathroom.

Having my wrist tightly grabbed and effortlessly pulled onto the bed instead.

With a teasing voice saying something like, “Might as well tug on the leash.”

…Having sex in front of the two of them.

Getting creampied…

Being pushed by Yozora, who mocked me for giving a half-assed blowjob like a kid playing around.

Forced to learn deepthroating.

I remember up to this point.

“……”

As if someone flicked off the TV—click—my vision, which had gone pitch black, slowly returned. The first thing I felt was:

The plush, sinking texture of the pillow against my cheek.

The sensation of the blanket haphazardly pulled up to my shoulders.

And…

…A faint vibration.

“……”

“…Nngh, …haah…”

A damp, labored breath, as if something heavy were pressing down, forcing it out.

The sound of bedsprings, now familiar after hearing it so many times today.

Something soft… and something incredibly hard.

Thud, thud, thud.

A sound devoid of gentleness, colliding violently.

All of this was painfully obvious, blatant even.

…And this vibration itself—there’s no way it could be anything but that.

I quietly sat up.

“…Ah, you’re… awake?”

“……”

Of course they’re having sex.

Yozora or Sua.

Someone who’s still perfectly fine.

…With that sex-crazed monster.

“…What, you’re still at it? What time is it even?”

“W-Well… After you fell asleep, it’s been… about an hour, I think…?”

“An hour…?”

“…Ah, maybe… longer than that…?”

“…How long have you been going at it since I passed out?”

“Um… Three times…? Four…? Around there…?”

“…You came each time?”

“Mhm… Ehehe…”

Even though she was on all fours.

Even in this position—head lowered, like dogs mating—Yozora wasn’t the least bit embarrassed. Instead, she just giggled.

I briefly locked eyes with Seo Woojin, who was gripping her hips and slamming into her, but I didn’t bother speaking.

…First, because my previously aroused body had calmed down quite a bit.

Second… because…

Unless I’d been drinking, I remember everything I said.

Hell, the dog collar is still around my neck.

The things I said in the heat of the moment… are so embarrassing I can’t even repeat them.

In the end, without exchanging a single word with Seo Woojin, I turned on my phone.

For some reason, it was off, so I powered it back on.

“…It’s 9.”

9:23, to be exact.

Of course, everyone’s sense of time is different, but for me, this is the time where I’d think, “You should really be heading home by now.”

So I deliberately dragged out my words, layering them with a drowsy, nonverbal tone for emphasis.

“What, it’s still… not even 10 yet…?”

“……”

Yozora clearly didn’t feel the same way.

In fact, she was actively thrusting her hips back against Seo Woojin.

…Right. I shouldn’t have expected anything.

It’s Yozora. No way she’d listen to me. Even if she understood, she’d pretend not to.

In the end, I gave up on persuasion and picked up a water bottle rolling on the floor.

One was already empty—this was the second.

It must not have been long since it was taken from the fridge, as it was still cold. Gulping it down, I glanced at the two still going at it.

…How are they not exhausted?

I can kinda understand Yozora, but Seo Woojin? No idea.

From what I’ve heard, guys usually need a long break after cumming once or twice.

Just how many times has he done it today…?

“…Yozora.”

“Mmm…?”

“That… uh…”

Mid-sentence, I noticed Sua lying on her side beside them, her chest rising and falling with each quiet breath.

It’s impressive she’s still asleep through all this.

Not wanting to disturb her, I lowered my voice further.

“…Doesn’t it hurt? Going at it like that?”

“Mmm… Not really? If you’re curious, try it yourself, Seoyeon. Even if it does, Woojin would—”

“…No, no, forget it. My bad for bringing it up…”

I couldn’t exactly ask Seo Woojin directly, “How many loads are you planning to dump in her?” so I went with the safer option: Yozora.

But even her answer was dizzying. Brushing my messy hair back, I sat at the edge of the bed…

…Huh?

Something cold is on my thighs and butt.

“……”

Ah, right.

I got creampied… in front of them.

Passed out without cleaning up.

The panic was brief. After sitting up, I checked the spot, grabbed tissues from the nightstand, and returned to the bed.

And what I saw then was—

“Haah…”

“Nngh, hah… Haha, …ah, stop… It’s overflowing again… ♡”

Seo Woojin, gripping Yozora tightly, hips moving relentlessly.

Until finally, their bodies pressed flush together, her ass pinned against his pelvis.

For a long, long moment, they just panted heavily.

“……”

Between Seo Woojin’s taut thighs and Yozora’s trembling ones.

The sticky, stretched strands of cum connecting them.

I swallowed dryly, pulling out a few more tissues.

…Yozora’s gonna need these too.

Better grab extra.

“…Need tissues?”

“Ah, thanks…”

“Don’t mention it. I… need to clean up too.”

“Right. You did… get creampied too. Mhm.”

Unlike Yozora, whose thighs were still slick from recent creampie, mine had more time to… thin out.

Still sticky, but not as thick. If that makes sense.

Forcing down the inappropriate thoughts, I quickly wiped myself while Seo Woojin wasn’t looking.

Not perfect, but enough to not feel gross.

“Ah, Seoyeon-ah. Baek Seoyeon.”

“…What?”

Just then, Yozora—who was lazily wiping cum dripping from her pussy—suddenly called my name.

“Shouldn’t you go to the hospital soon? …Earlier, you told Woojin to take responsibility if you got pregnant.”

“……”

“Wasn’t today… a risky day?”

……Ah.

That’s why.

“……”

…But the real reason I brought up pregnancy wasn’t because creampies are dangerous today.

It was just… to rile him up.

That pervert gets off on showing off—like with that stalker, no, Yoo Siwoo—getting hard while flaunting me.

I figured if I lied that this was his chance to claim me completely, he’d get even more turned on.

…And I was… in heat too.

Just blurted out whatever came to mind.

Luckily, it worked.

He came inside me like he wanted to knock me up.

How do I even explain this…?

“…I’ll go to the OB-GYN later.”

“Shouldn’t you hurry? Like, now?”

“Half a day to a day should be fine… Probably.”

“Still… Ah, Woojin, shouldn’t you go too? It’s kinda messed up to make her get the morning-after pill alone…”

“It’s fine. If I’m alone, I can at least blame irregular periods or something… Getting spotted with him would just make things worse.”

“True… If a guy’s with you, it’s basically confirmation. Mhm.”

“……”

If I tried explaining in detail, the only outcome is Yozora labeling me a “creampie-addicted pervert” for the next decade.

So I just muttered that I’d handle it myself and flopped back onto the bed.

…Still.

Even if not the morning-after pill.

For days when I’m this… aroused.

Maybe regular birth control…

“…?”

Just as I sighed in relief and fiddled with my phone.

I absentmindedly turned on the screen and saw a notification I hadn’t checked earlier.

…Looks like a KakaoTalk message.

And given the situation, the only person who’d message me is—

“…Ah.”

Naturally, I assumed it was Yoo Siwoo.

But when I opened it, it wasn’t him—just a bank ad.

Some survey thing, promotional spam.

…My shoulders had tensed up without me realizing. I relaxed them and exhaled lightly.

Honestly, I shouldn’t be worried about Siwoo messaging me. The real concern is what happens when he spreads rumors about me and Seo Woojin at the academy.

Seo Woojin ran into him while buying condoms at the convenience store.

Then Siwoo called my phone, but Woojin answered and hung up, saying he was busy.

And when he called again, I was the one who coldly rejected him.

Would he hold a grudge?

“That bitch Baek Seoyeon is Seo Woojin’s fuck buddy.”

“She’s already been railed like a bitch in heat.”

If Siwoo spreads rumors like that, it’ll spread like wildfire.

“…Hey. Seo Woojin.”

“…Why the sudden honorifics?”

“I have a question.”

After turning off my phone and setting it down, I cleared my throat and called out to him.

Two adults having sex isn’t weird, so the embarrassment will fade with time, but…

Honestly, the real reason I don’t want rumors spreading is…

…Because it’s humiliating.

“…What if Siwoo spreads everything?”

Sua’s probably too innocent to realize what this implies, thinking it’s just getting close to a guy.

But anyone else would know what sex usually means.

Hesitantly, I asked. Seo Woojin, still catching his breath while helping Yozora clean up, answered.

“It’ll be fine. I’m sending him a little ‘gift’ later.”

“…A gift?”

Is he planning to buy his silence?

But Siwoo’s family is well-off—not chaebol level, but comfortable.

What kind of “gift” could it be? As I puzzled over it, he grabbed more tissues and continued.

“He asked me earlier. For a recording of your voice… during sex. Said he’d keep quiet if I sent it.”

“……Huh?”

“I know it’s gross, but hear me out.”

What the fuck. No matter how you spin it, asking for a recording of me moaning like some creepy pervert…

And not just any moaning—a girl getting fucked by someone else… why?

My already rock-bottom opinion of Siwoo plummeted further.

“I’m just sending him some random girl’s moans. …Get it?”

“Random girl… Ah. Like, porn audio…?”

“Yeah. Something that kinda sounds like you.”

Would that stalker even buy it? He knows my voice.

But recordings degrade quality, so maybe he’d just imagine it’s me and… jerk off to it.

…Everyone in this room is a pervert, but the real freak is Siwoo’s taste.

“…Ah, Seoyeon-chan. No, Seoyeon. Wanna try that again?”

“Try what…?”

“What we practiced earlier. Deepthroating. …Since we’re cleaning up anyway.”

“……”

Slowly.

I nodded.