episode_0405

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Opportunity.

When I accidentally bumped into Seol Da-bin at the door,

the only thought that crossed my mind was that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

I wet my dry throat with cold water and racked my stiff brain as hard as I could.

Having been granted this stroke of luck, how could I keep the conversation going with Seol Da-bin from here?

How could I get entangled with her?

How could I make her take even the slightest interest in me?

The last one still felt like a distant goal, but the other two weren’t particularly difficult.

All I had to do was ask Seol Da-bin—who just wanted to get a little more sleep—for a small favor under that pretext.

Fortunately, I had already unintentionally laid the groundwork before.

That because I had such a high sex drive, I naturally spent a lot of time on sex.

She’d probably be annoyed, but what could she do?

She’d think something like, Ugh, fine, I’ll just help quickly and go back to sleep…

This way, it would feel natural to keep talking to Seol Da-bin tonight—and even get more entangled with her.

Though spending the night betraying Baek Ji-ho by having sex with Seol Da-bin right next to her snoring was still an impossible dream.

Well, that’s practically a bucket list item anyway—no need to rush toward it recklessly already.

Besides, I much prefer being cautious over stumbling halfway and completely derailing my plans.

So, the only thing left for me to worry about was this:

Earlier, when I was agonizing over it, I couldn’t find a clear answer.

How could I make Seol Da-bin take even the slightest interest in my body?

The road ahead was still long, but to take even a single step toward a thousand-mile journey…

The best solution my stubborn rock of a brain could come up with was:

“Just pretend to sleep here for a bit. …So Ha-yun unnie doesn’t notice.”

Honestly.

That seemed to be the only way.

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Click.

It didn’t take long before the sound of a door opening echoed from afar.

Ten minutes. Roughly around then.

I wasn’t entirely sure, but maybe she thought it’d look suspicious if she brought Ha-yun out right after returning to the room.

Either way, it worked out for me.

I needed time to mentally prepare before becoming Audience Member No. 1 and Prop No. 1 beside those two, and thanks to this, I could steel myself.

Steeling myself sounds dramatic, but in reality, it’s nothing special.

No matter what happens beside me, don’t look.

Keep pretending to sleep until the very end.

Even if I see Ha-yun’s flustered face every time our eyes meet tomorrow, act like I know nothing. Ask nothing.

It’s not even that hard.

Just keep my eyes tightly shut the whole time they’re going at it beside me.

Since it’d obviously be distracting, try not to make any rustling noises.

Besides, haven’t I been pretending not to know something since the festival?

That Ji-yoon and Seo Woo-jin are that kind of relationship—and that Ha-yun’s even joining in on the fun.

This time is almost the same.

The only difference is that instead of hearing my friend’s moans from behind a wall, I’d be hearing them right beside me.

But if I just don’t pay attention, it should be fine.

For example, like this:

I am a rock…

I am a rock that knows nothing……

“……Nngh, …slee…py….”

“…….”

…A rock that knows nothing.

That’s how I want to live.

“Ah, …ha, ngh……. Woo-jin, ah…….”

“…….”

Right after the sound of the bedroom door opening.

Ha-yun’s voice, muffled as much as possible, tickles my ears.

And as if refusing to lose, the slick, wet sounds of sticky fluids.

The sound of Ha-yun’s panting moans—something I’ve never heard before.

Watching (?) as they reach my ears one after another.

Being a rock that knows nothing…

…seems harder than I thought.

“No…. If we’re not careful, Da-bin…, nngh…. Da-bin or, your boyfriend… might hear…….”

“Hear what? It’s not like we’re doing anything weird.”

“It’s… embarrassing…….”

Still, somehow.

Even as drunk as Ha-yun is, she seems to recognize that having sex outside the bedroom is risky.

Though if we’re being precise about the danger level, the riskiest one right now is Seo Woo-jin, who’s slamming his hips into Ha-yun with enough force to make loud thud sounds.

But I can’t actually say that to Ha-yun.

The most I can do right now is…

Keep pretending to sleep under the blanket,

eavesdrop on their voices,

and keep swallowing my saliva over and over.

What else can I do?

Practically speaking, I’m just a prop to heighten Seo Woo-jin’s excitement…

Just someone watching a slightly more realistic porn scene.

I can’t interfere.

If I do, imagine the faces we’d make looking at each other tomorrow morning.

It’s way too obvious.

“…And it’s fine. I already checked—the soundproofing’s good.”

“Still… what if…, nngh, ughh…, hnn…, chu….”

The unmistakable sound of tongues tangling.

As I listen, fidgeting with my fingers, the sound of their footsteps reaches me at a painfully slow pace.

Next, a distinguishable noise—someone pressing against the wall with a thud.

The moment it ends, the already-explicit sex sounds grow even clearer—thrust, slap.

Probably Ha-yun bracing against a wall somewhere.

And Seo Woo-jin, gripping her hips, slamming his lower abdomen against her butt with all his might…

Is that what’s happening?

Maybe that’s why. My brain, entirely on its own, started recalling the pension’s layout and painting vivid images, but

I bit down hard on my tongue, trying to erase the mental screen.

I’ve seen Ha-yun naked plenty of times in the shower, but

naturally, Seo Woo-jin’s body too.

That grotesque thing I saw earlier.

Since they both popped into my head…

…naturally.

Being the same gender.

I ended up comparing him to.

Baek Ji-ho.

And if I compare them,

…there’s no contest.

I’m sorry.

I don’t want to think about it.

“…….”

Because I don’t want to think about it.

So I tried to erase the mental screen, but—

“They’ll… hear us… idiot…….”

“They won’t. It’s fine.”

“It… feels like… they will…….”

“…….”

My efforts were in vain.

The guilt-ridden comparisons to Baek Ji-ho wouldn’t stop.

Then again, this situation is dozens of times more stimulating than just watching porn in my room while stroking my clit.

It’s not like I don’t get it, but…

…even so.

Imagining something like this.

About my friend’s boyfriend…

“Nn…! …Hahh…, hah, ah… ngh……”

If they go that far, wouldn’t it reach about… here?

Imagining things like—

For Ha-yun, around this point.

Below the navel. Wouldn’t the glans be crushing this spot?

Is it okay…

to imagine things like this?

“Wait… I’m, I’m close…”

“…….”

“I’m close… Wait, let’s go back to the room……”

“We can clean up later. …Do it here.”

“…Nngh……. Idiot…! Idiot, idiot. Really, stupid…….”

Thrust, thrust—the unmistakable sound of him pounding into her relentlessly even as she says she’s close.

Hearing Ha-yun’s sweet, pleasure-filled voice over and over,

paired with the mental image of that grotesque… cock ruining the cute girl I know—

…my lower stomach, wrapped in the blanket,

starts throbbing entirely on its own.

It absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely does not mean I’m anticipating something with Seo Woo-jin.

…So, I can rationalize it.

It’s just a natural reaction.

Ever since I was young, whenever I watched porn, my lower stomach would always get sensitive like this.

This is just an extension of that.

In fact, lately, since I’ve often masturbated to just audio for Baek Ji-ho’s sake,

this situation isn’t too different—just without the video…

“…Hahh…….”

“Haah…. Ha… haah………. The floor’s dirty now…”

…It’s unavoidable.

“You… don’t like it…? Huh? Ah…. ……….”

“…What’s there to not like? Every time I rub you here, you squeeze down so damn hard.”

“…That’s…. ……That…. …It’s embarrassing…”

“What is? That when I rub your clit with my thumb while you’re still coming down, you just pant like crazy?”

“……You know and still….”

“Still better than having a kink for having your deepest walls crushed by the glans, right?”

“Shh, shhh…! Someone might hear…!”

Seo Woo-jin’s toned lower abdomen that I saw earlier.

Ha-yun’s pale, soft butt.

The two of them slamming together, turning into something obscene.

Schlick— The sound of his thick, erect cock pulling out, the transparent slick stretching and dripping to the floor…

Imagining Ha-yun’s face, wrecked with pleasure, matching her hah— hah— pants…

…Just how good must it feel for Ha-yun to sound like that?

Is a big… cock really that much better than a small one?

Me, with no experience, just guessing things like this…

All of it.

I know it’s wrong to my boyfriend.

Even though I know,

it starts on its own.

It’s troublesome, but

there’s nothing I can do.

I’m sorry. Just forgive me this once.

I whisper in my heart and continue the fantasy.

Even if the characters are just people I know,

…it’s no different from porn.

“…Ah, fuck… Why are you so cute…”

“Wh-what kind of thing is that to say to your noona…? Nn…?! Hahh…?”

If I’d known it’d be like this, I would’ve considered other options.

But listening to explicit sex sounds while guiltily fantasizing—regretting it now is too late.

If I suddenly sit up here, only Ha-yun would be put in an awkward spot.

So I turn my head further into the sofa’s backrest and try to block at least one ear.

With how loud and shameless the sex sounds are,

there’s no way I can stop the fantasies now.

So while faithfully performing my role as Prop No. 1 exactly as Seo Woo-jin wanted,

I realized one thing too late.

“…Huh?”

“What?”

“Th-there, on the sofa… …Da-bin’s sleeping there…?”

Now that I think about it, Ha-yun…

had no idea I was even here while doing all that.

What Seo Woo-jin told me,

what he wanted to do,

was probably…

“We were pretty loud next to her. Must be sleeping deeply. …Well, she did drink a lot.”

“…”

“Hmm…”

“…? You, you… What are you imagining…”

“The same thing you’re imagining right now.”

“…I just want to go back to the room right now…?”

“Then it’s different.”

Starting now.

Right?