episode_0371

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“I’m home.”

Seol Da-bin. Mom had told me to come back early today.

I’d said I was meeting friends. Why are you coming home so late again?

…Alcohol. Yeah. Mom knows it’s the age where I’d be into that stuff.

You don’t like it either when you have fun drinking with friends and then come home to nagging, right?

Just try to come back a little earlier next time. Got it?

Mom’s nagging, which I’ve heard so much it feels like my ears have calluses.

Her awkward smile as she said she was sorry stabbed into my eardrums.

Well, I did feel a bit uneasy when I saw it was already past 1 AM by the time I got home.

Since I’d told Mom I’d be back around midnight, getting nagged was inevitable.

Being a little late past midnight—well, you could chalk it up to “Korean time.”

Anyway, from Mom’s perspective, it’s all for my own good.

So I just kept muttering apologies, endured the nagging, and then headed to my room after Mom told me to wash up quickly and sleep since it was late.

“Haah…”

Too lazy to do more than brush my teeth and wash my face… I’ll skip the shower. I can do it tomorrow. Tomorrow.

Scratching the back of my neck where my red hair stuck to my skin, I sighed and unhooked my bra.

Baek Ji-ho, that uptight model student, always hated this kind of thing, but I couldn’t care less.

Honestly, I never understood why she made such a big deal out of it.

For a moment, I recalled some memories with my ex-boyfriend.

Glancing at the wall right next to my bed, I roughly kicked off my pants and sluggishly headed to the bathroom.

Since wet hair would be even more annoying, I looped a headband around my wrist and left it on the vanity.

It took about 10 minutes.

After a quick face wash and freshening up, I padded back to my room, leaving wet footprints behind.

Then I flopped straight onto the bed and fell aslee—

…Or not.

“…”

I turned on my phone, just a little.

Normally, I’d burrow under the covers and sleep for tomorrow, but thankfully, tomorrow was the weekend.

Meaning, even if I slept in—way in—it wouldn’t be a problem unless Mom suddenly barged in.

Plus, based on the “big data” accumulated since elementary school, Mom’s patrols never go past 1 AM anyway.

So I luxuriated under the covers with the AC on and started fiddling with my phone.

“I wonder if everyone got home safe…”

It wasn’t hard to check on my friends.

Between KakaoTalk and DMs, I’d already been in touch with most of them.

Though one hadn’t said anything—maybe already asleep or just ignoring us—but the other three lived nearby, so they were probably fine.

As for Ha-yoon, she was completely wasted, so by now…

– Honestly, didn’t you kinda see it coming? I wasn’t even that surprised when I heard. The health teacher’s got a nice body too.

– What does his body have to do with what Ha-yoon said…?

– Oh, but what do we do on Monday? Ha-yoon’s gonna kill us, right? Asking a drunk person about her first-time story like that?

– Who knows? It’ll probably be fine… More importantly, that thing, Ha-yoon…

Even though the group chat was just a collective monologue at this point.

Since there’d been no response so far.

“……”

Rewind to about two hours ago.

While “conversation topics” usually shift with the flow of thought, today was different.

Because today, an unprecedented bombshell had dropped.

And not just from anyone—from Ha-yoon, of all people.

Ha-yoon, who barely even talked to guys, had a boyfriend now.

Thanks to that, the entire drinking session was dominated by Ha-yoon’s story.

From simple questions like how they met and how long they’d been dating… to slightly more risqué ones. Hundreds of them.

I’d at least suspected something was up when Ha-yoon asked a weird question once before…

But for the others, it was completely out of the blue, so their explosive reactions made sense.

And the fact that it wasn’t some ordinary classmate but the health teacher probably fueled their curiosity even more.

…Which is why the drunkards in the group chat were now laughing it up like:

– Still, she must’ve exaggerated a bit, right? Like the size and… how big it was when she described it?

– Oh, that? We had to beg Ha-yoon to even get her to say that much. She said it was too embarrassing.

– But if Ha-yoon lied, we’d never know, right?

“…Ugh…”

That’s what it was about.

Ha-yoon’s very, very brief first-time story.

“…We’re not middle schoolers.”

Somewhere between pity and secondhand embarrassment.

Feeling that odd mix, I shifted my attention elsewhere since the topic wasn’t as fun as I’d thought.

The world is full of meticulously crafted time-wasting content, after all.

YouTube, TikTok, Reels…

Thanks to that, I zoned out scrolling until the clock read 1:52 AM.

Unless I was planning to pull an all-nighter, I should at least try to sleep by 2 to keep my sleep schedule intact.

After skimming through and dismissing my alarms, I placed my phone by the pillow and tugged the covers up a bit more.

“……”

I tried to sleep like that.

Closing my eyes, tossing and turning, and eventually passing out—the usual routine.

But today, that routine felt… a little, just a little harder.

Counting sheep or visualizing scenes in my head wasn’t really my thing.

Was it the alcohol?

Or was it because of the conversation I’d just seen in the group chat?

My brain kept forcing a certain “awkward imagination” on me.

“……”

When Ha-yoon was asked that R-rated question about her boyfriend’s… size.

She’d said, “Are you crazy?”

“Are you perverts?”

“How would I know? I’ve never measured it.”

“I’ll never tell you,” she’d declared…

…But then, when she was completely drunk,

Someone asked the same question again.

Embarrassed, she’d fidgeted with her lips before…

…Finally spreading her hands slightly over the table for just a brief moment to demonstrate.

That.

“That’s just… unrealistic.”

Remembering the rough size I’d seen from right beside her, I sighed and rolled over.

So my phone wasn’t in view. So I was facing the wall.

But even buried in the soft, sun-scented blankets, my brain was fixated on “that,” conjuring up weird images nonstop.

…That thing I’d occasionally seen in porn,

Combined with the size Ha-yoon had briefly gestured.

A very, very… sacred image.

Assuming Ha-yoon wasn’t lying.

At that size, it’d probably cover from the tip of my middle finger to…

…My wrist?

My phone isn’t even that long.

…And just imagining something that length going inside is kinda terrifying…

“…Ugh.”

Ah, seriously.

This is all because I saw those perverts laughing about it earlier.

Especially that one friend who’s a virgin but loves these kinds of topics…!

…Separate from that, the reason those thoughts and images keep popping up…

Am I just pent-up?

Or is it just the alcohol?

Far from sleeping, I kept rubbing my poor thighs together before finally deciding to take drastic measures.

“…”

Though “drastic measures” just meant one thing.

The word “pent-up” made me realize I hadn’t masturbated much lately…

And with my boyfriend… well, same as always.

So maybe I was just backed up, and a quick session would help.

“Annoying…”

Again, I wasn’t turned on.

I didn’t feel horny either.

It was just my imagination. Really, just pointless thoughts.

It’s not like I was getting off to porn of strangers—what kind of psycho gets turned on by her friend’s boyfriend’s dick?

So, without much fuss, I slid my panties down under the covers.

They weren’t wet—just slightly damp.

Leaving them on and pushing them to the side was uncomfortable, so I preferred just pulling them down to my ankles when masturbating.

…Taking them off completely felt too deliberate, which I didn’t like.

Suppressing my complicated feelings, I tugged the covers up a bit more.

Enough to cover my head. Then I picked up my phone again.

After tapping around the screen…

…Naturally,

I opened a site I’d never show anyone.

A mix of Korean, English, and Chinese characters.

Scrolling through the endless videos in the center, I randomly clicked one that looked… appealing.

It’s not like I needed to carefully pick one for a quick pre-sleep happy time.

…Not that I usually put much thought into it anyway.

Regardless, I’d chosen my material.

Now all that was left…

“…Hah, …Nn…”

Was this.

Buried under the covers, I carefully began touching around my clit with soft fingertips.

Using one finger to slowly tease my entrance wasn’t bad, but this was more convenient in every way.

It was an easy-to-please “erogenous zone,” as they call it.

…Which also made reaching climax easier.

Especially in situations like this,

Where I wasn’t even really in the mood but was masturbating anyway.

Even more so then.

“Ha, ah…… Ngh…”

Gently dragging my finger down along the soft pubic hair.

Avoiding direct contact for now, slowly moving back up.

Still dry, but the soft texture felt nice.

Especially the part that made a slick sound when tapped lightly. Definitely.

“……, …. ……. ……Hah…”

A man pleasuring a woman.

A woman pleasuring a man.

Eventually changing positions to have sex.

The kind of video you could find a million of on this site.

With the volume at 1, I rubbed around my slit, then pressed firmly for more pleasure. Soon, my back arched faster than expected.

…Hard to describe, but it felt like electricity zipping along a big bone inside me.

I guess this is what they call an orgasm.

With that shallow knowledge in mind, I rubbed my clit more blatantly.

It didn’t take long before I came lightly.

“…Ha… Haa…”

At first, it was warm but completely dry.

But after just a bit of touching, my fingers were already slick.

Not drenched like in videos, but enough to feel moisture and stickiness.

…Well, this stuff varies from person to person.

Catching my breath, I wiped my hand on my lower stomach and picked up my fallen phone.

Of course, I could’ve just called it quits after one round.

But…

Guess I’d built up more than I thought.

“Hah…, …Nn, ……Ha…”

The man in the video held the woman’s hips like a dog, thrusting crudely.

Maybe he was holding the camera too. One hand pinning her down.

Slap, slap, slap.

Capturing every lewd sound.

Not that my fingers sped up because of that.

Sure, when I’m a little… turned on,

I do that sometimes,

But usually, this slow pace is satisfying enough.

Holding back the moans scratching at my throat would be way harder otherwise.

Beyond the wall is my boyfriend’s room.

Outside are Dad and Mom.

My boyfriend’s situation is a bit better, but I still don’t want any of them finding out I’m masturbating.

Only masochists—that word popped into my head, though I’m not sure if it’s the right term—would want to be seen like this.

I’m a very, very normal person.

“Ngh, ah, …Ha, …Ngh……”

Watching the soaked cock plunge to the hilt, quietly.

Pressing down on my clit until my shoulders shuddered.

…Before long.

Once more.

Climax.

The breath I’d held escaped in gasps.

Burying my face in the pillow, I bucked my hips, unable to hold back any longer.

…It’s not like I wanted this.

My body just.

Did it on its own.

“Haah…, ha…, that’s enough…”

This should’ve taken care of any pent-up frustration.

Wiping the cum on my fingers onto my thighs, I peeked out from the now-sauna-like covers.

…I could’ve sworn I left tissues here somewhere.

Dazed, I glanced around before reaching for the tissues on the nightstand.

I cleaned up as discreetly as possible.

It’d been mortifying at first, but now I felt somewhat relieved.

Though saying, “I masturbated because I couldn’t stop imagining my friend’s boyfriend’s dick” would be beyond embarrassing.

Anyway, time to sleep.

After releasing some tension, I should sleep better.

Pulling on my now-cool panties, I closed my eyes.

“……”

But apparently.

I took the wrong approach.

“…Ha…”

Did masturbating just make me hornier?

Or was my body so heated up that lewd thoughts kept coming?

Sighing into my pillow, the image I’d tried to forget flooded back.

The size Ha-yoon had gestured.

A veiny cock roughly matching that description.

For some reason,

It just.

Wouldn’t leave my head.

“…Am I insane? Seriously…”

Yeah. I must be insane.

The alcohol’s one thing, but how else do I explain this?

…It’s not like Ha-yoon’s drunk first-time story turned me on.

This is just.

Stupid.

“Ngh…”

I’m not gonna masturbate again.

Getting off to something in my head? I’d never do that in a million years.

…But a slight discomfort lingered.

So I slowly moved my hand down.

To where it had been earlier, between my thighs.

“……”

It made no sense.

I don’t even like Seo Woo-jin that way—if anything, I dislike him.

Thinking rationally, it’s probably because…

Ha-yoon had spread her hands wide and talked about having sex with a guy like that… So it’s just curiosity, right?

I mean, when Baek Ji-ho and I almost got into that mood, what I saw was way smal—

…No. Let’s not go there.

Pretty sure that incident traumatized her.

“Haah…”

Anyway, it’s just curiosity.

The lingering buzz from drinking.

The perverted chatter in the group chat.

Ha-yoon spilling her secret first-time story while drunk.

Or maybe I’m just a little, just a little pent-up.

Case closed.

With that, I shook my head, threw off the covers, and headed to the kitchen.

Like drinking water between alcoholic drinks to stay sober, maybe cold water would help.

“…Phaah…”

Thankfully, it did.

Might’ve been a dumb placebo effect, but the stupid fantasies faded a bit.

Muttering curses at Seo Woo-jin in my head,

I left the empty glass in the sink and returned to my room.

Ha-yoon must’ve been talking nonsense because she was drunk.

And I must’ve imagined weird things because of everything that happened today.

That’s the version of today’s events that suits me best.