episode_0404

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“Huu… First, my eyes… Could you do something about this? I have no way to cover myself right now.”

“…Ah, ah.”

Right after closing the door, Seo Woojin whispers in a voice low enough that Hayun can’t hear.

Until then, I had been blankly staring at his genitals, but I finally snap out of it and avert my gaze to the side.

Beyond the clean, minty scent of toothpaste, the faint trace of alcohol lingers at the tip of my nose.

I already knew Seo Woojin’s genitals were quite large.

The first time was through Hayun’s drunken, flustered description.

The second was when I slipped on rainwater that day, and he caught me in a tight embrace—his hand had brushed against my pelvis.

It’s pretty big, I had thought.

I assumed Hayun had exaggerated, but maybe she hadn’t.

During the festival, when I cracked open the window to eavesdrop on the sounds from the infirmary, I could roughly understand why the two of them had moaned so sweetly.

And, of course.

That was all.

Whatever Seo Woojin was like, it had nothing to do with me.

Bigger doesn’t necessarily mean better, and smaller has its own merits.

At the very least, wouldn’t something smaller hurt less than something large plunging inside?

So, my memories with Seo Woojin…

…It’s not like I buried them deep in the recesses of my mind.

At most, they were just something my body would recall on its own when I touched myself.

Of course, I wanted to think of Baek Jiho, but—

Well, it’s obvious. Most men in porn have above-average sizes, right?

And among the men I knew, the only one above average was…

Seo Woojin.

My boyfriend…

…Sorry, but.

The moment I saw it, I was so taken aback—even when erect, it was incredibly small.

So, I really had no choice.

His face, body, voice—

I filled everything else with my boyfriend, but only his genitals were left to my imagination.

After touching his body, for the past month…

It’s always been like that.

But since I’ve never seen Seo Woojin fully erect—and never will—

Every time, the thickness, length, and shape would shift wildly in my mind.

“I’m sorry you had to see something so unsightly. I never dreamed you’d be right outside the door.”

“…It was an accident. Don’t worry about it.”

Today, I found out for sure.

That Seo Woojin’s genitals were thicker and longer than I had imagined.

That, just as he said, the bulging veins were grotesque, almost beast-like.

That unlike my boyfriend, whose skin still covered him even when erect, the tip was swollen and full, just like in the videos.

Even though my gaze was now fixed beside Seo Woojin rather than on him—

I could still picture it, piece by piece.

Enough to describe it in detail.

I had definitely found out.

“But why were you outside the door…?”

“I—It was loud, so I was going to knock and tell you to stop. It’s already past midnight…”

So Hayun had been getting railed by that kind of dick all this time.

For a moment, I recall Hayun’s trembling thighs, her body twitching in pleasure as I glimpsed her through the crack in the door.

Pressing the back of my hand to my lips, I bring up the point I had nearly forgotten.

This way, if my gaze drifts downward again, at least my hand will block the view.

“Ah, the soundproofing isn’t as good as I thought. Sorry for the noise.”

“It’s fine. It’s just that everything’s so quiet, even the smallest sounds carry…”

“…Then the real problem is that your ears are just too sharp—”

It wasn’t the bedroom but the living room where I had planned to sleep.

As I try to explain, Seo Woojin’s gaze lands on the living room sofa a beat faster than mine.

I had only intended to knock, so I haphazardly tossed aside the blanket—leaving the place a mess.

“That blanket…?”

“…My boyfriend snores.”

“…Hmm. So you were trying to sleep separately in the living room…”

“And then I woke up to the sound of you two having sex. …The bed kept creaking.”

After stammering out my words, Seo Woojin scratches his cheek and exhales awkwardly.

Just as I’m flustered from seeing his d—ick, he must be equally embarrassed about being exposed like this.

After a moment of hesitation, Seo Woojin clears his throat lightly and speaks.

“My mind’s a bit scattered right now. Would it be okay if I went to get some water first?”

“…Hurry up. I’m also in a really awkward position right now…”

Keeping my hand up to block my view, I give permission. Relieved to have somewhere to look, he heads straight for the water dispenser nearby.

A brief recess.

Letting out a deep sigh, I adjust my pajamas and glance at Seo Woojin.

…Even now, after exchanging a few words, that grotesque thing is still standing stiff and swollen.

Because of that, not just the view from above—but the side profile is now seared into my brain.

Before our eyes can meet, I turn my head away.

Even the back of my hand against my lips feels warm.

…I’m so embarrassed I could die.

“A-Anyway. I don’t want to criticize you and Hayun for having s—ex, but… since you’re not alone here, could you either stop now or at least keep it down so I can’t hear…? One or the other…”

“Either stop here or lower the volume. That’s what you’re saying?”

“…Yes.”

Telling a couple in the middle of sweaty passion, “It’s too loud, stop having sex!!” isn’t something my personality allows.

So, I offer a second option.

I’ll turn a blind eye if they keep going, but at least make sure I can’t hear it.

Sex doesn’t always have to be loud and vulgar, right?

My friends said sometimes it’s slow, whispered love.

Though, as a woman, I’m not sure if men enjoy slow sex just as much…

“I’m sorry. …I’ll try to finish as quickly as possible so you can sleep.”

“Huh?”

But Seo Woojin’s answer isn’t a yes or no—it’s something unexpected.

Finish as quickly as possible?

That doesn’t mean they’ll stop here.

And if they were going to keep it quiet, then—

The word “quickly” is a little…

“When you say ‘finish quickly’… You mean…”

“And keeping it quiet might be hard too. If we go too slow, Hayun won’t be satisfied, and we’ll end up going all night.”

“…….”

Of course.

Stop here? Yeah, right.

He’s saying they’ll go at it just as hard as before.

“S-So that’s why? Because of your… high sex drive?”

Seo Woojin nods awkwardly, looking apologetic for disturbing my sleep but unable to compromise.

Staring at his face, I exhale lightly against the back of my hand and organize my thoughts.

Fine. If I had to choose, I’d rather take this option.

Instead of planting dissatisfaction by making demands, I’m used to taking a small loss to end things peacefully.

Decision made.

“Then I guess there’s no choice… …How long will it take?”

“Probably… around 3 a.m.”

“…Huh? 3?”

But.

Expecting me to stay awake for over two more hours—isn’t that a bit much?

It’s barely past midnight right now.

“Then what am I supposed to do until then? It’s not like there’s another room, so I was planning to sleep uncomfortably on the couch—”

“…Then, well… Is your boyfriend really that loud?”

“Louder than a creaking bed, obviously.”

“Huu…”

The moment I retort, Seo Woojin avoids my gaze and makes the same uncomfortable expression as before.

Though his womanizing is annoying, he’s not the type to be outright rude, so this reaction isn’t surprising.

Last time, he said we had similar personalities—so he must be really bothered by the fact that he’s inconveniencing someone.

So, I try to find a middle ground where we can both reluctantly agree.

But after more than ten seconds of silence—

“…Then, how about this?”

“Go ahead.”

From Seo Woojin, who still carries a faint scent of alcohol, comes an extremely strange suggestion.

“Could you help me out for a bit? So I can resolve this… quickly.”

“…? Wh-What?”

“I thought about it, and if it’s a… special experience, different from usual, it might settle faster.”

“A sp… special experience?”

So, it’s Seo Woojin who’s being weird here—not me for imagining something strange, right?

He asked me to help him resolve his urges quickly and mentioned a special experience.

The ways a man can relieve himself are pretty obvious.

And since he’s looking at me while calling it special, it’s clearly about me, not something else.

Plus, he’s been drinking…

Putting it all together, no matter how I try to spin it, there’s only one conclusion.

“…What do you want?”

“Um, sorry, but…”

“…….”

…Instead of Hayun.

With me, here.

Secretly.

Doing that kind of…

“Just pretend to sleep here for a bit. …Without Hayun noticing.”

“…….”

…Oh.

It’s not that.

Just a special experience, different from usual.

Right.

I misunderstood.

“Got it. So I just have to pretend to sleep the whole time?”

“…You’re not going to ask why I’m making this request?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it? You’ll pretend you didn’t know I was in the living room, bring Hayun out, and then have sex with her right next to me while I ‘sleep.’ The water dispenser is on the opposite side, so it’s an easy excuse.”

“…….”

“…I’ll help just this once, so don’t be too loud. If you wake up Baek Jiho, it’ll be a real problem. …I’ll get under the blanket first, so go get Hayun. Let me sleep.”

Trying to sound calm despite my fluster, I ramble on before fiddling with the hem of my loose pajamas and heading to the couch.

Then, pretending to have been asleep the whole time, I loosen my loosely tied hair and slip under the pure white blanket.

I pull it up just enough to show only my hair.

…God, what a humiliating delusion.

No matter how much of a womanizer Seo Woojin is, he wouldn’t make a move on me when I have a boyfriend. You idiot, Seol Dabin.

Still, it’s not like he’d go as far as sex… Maybe just a handjob or something.

I only thought that stupid crap because he’s drunk and I was suspicious…

But since I played it off like this, he shouldn’t have noticed the weird thoughts I was having.

Even if my gaze did drift down for a split second—it was so brief, he couldn’t have noticed.

With a sigh more frequent than usual today, I idly torment the innocent blanket for a moment.

“…….”

Fumbling under my panties, I silently—

Wipe the slick fluid clinging to my fingers onto the white blanket.

…Well, this is practically no different from preparing to masturbate.

It’s a natural reaction.

There’s no reason to find it strange.

“…….”

I roughly know how long I’ve been like this, but—

…I don’t want to admit it.

I can’t admit it.