episode_0407

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Fortunately, the two returned to the bedroom immediately after their tryst.

Which is why the living room, filled with faint moans just moments ago, has fallen silent once more.

I let out a sigh as I lifted my eyelids, which had been shut tight the whole time, and stared at the dim ceiling of the pension.

…Idiots.

If I were in their position, I would’ve at least lightly checked whether Seol Da-bin on the sofa was actually asleep.

The fact that nothing happened to me was probably thanks to Ha-yun’s naturally easygoing personality.

Her getting swept up in the mood and going along with whatever Seo Woo-jin wanted was also largely due to that trait.

At any rate, I kept my promise to Woo-jin.

That pervert seemed to be having a great time thrusting his hips right next to me, so he must’ve been at least somewhat satisfied with the sex just now.

Now that I can finally sleep in peace, some of my irritation has faded.

Though, of course, it hasn’t completely disappeared.

“…….”

…What’s particularly bothering me—

is undoubtedly this.

Rustle, rustle. Tossing and turning, I sat up, keeping an ear out for any movement from Ha-yun’s bedroom.

If nothing had happened to me while those two were having their fun, I might’ve just fallen asleep in the same position I was pretending to be in.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

“Ugh…”

Under the blanket. Though I had already pulled my pajama pants down to my knees, that didn’t mean nothing was happening.

For some reason I’d rather not dwell on, my thighs were damp—even slick—as I cautiously reached down to wipe my skin.

This is… different from usual. A little? No, a lot.

It’s not like I’ve never masturbated before. Ever since I was younger, whenever my libido spiked, I’ve done it countless times.

So why am I this drenched in slick?

“Tissue… …Ah. Found it.”

There have been plenty of times I’ve felt good while touching myself.

I’ve even experienced what people call orgasms, I think.

But this? This is a first. It’s a little disorienting.

It’s not like I’ve never touched myself down there before.

I’ve been too scared to insert anything, but I’ve brushed my fingers against it a few times.

And it’s not like this is the first time I’ve masturbated in this position, either.

Though not recently, I’ve often lain sideways on my bed, grinding against my fingers while watching videos on my phone.

So the only thing left to suspect is…

The situation.

This was the first time I’d masturbated secretly next to my close friend and her boyfriend having sex.

To sum it up, trying to help Woo-jin enjoy a special scenario ended up affecting my own body like this…

I’m not entirely sure. It’s just a guess.

Frustrated by my tangled thoughts, I quickly wiped my thighs and the sofa.

Sometimes, even the obvious truth is better ignored.

Especially when it’s something so embarrassing I could die from shame.

“……?”

Just as I was about to escape into dreamland, burying myself completely under the blanket—

Though the explicit sounds from the bedroom had stopped, something else began gnawing at my nerves.

Slowly lifting my eyelids again, I cautiously pulled the blanket down to my chin.

The culprit was an unfamiliar scent.

To be precise…

…The fruit of love.

Or perhaps evidence of lust.

That faint, lingering smell.

Come to think of it, the two had gone straight back to the bedroom after finishing.

They did take a brief, intimate moment to drink water, but that’s beside the point.

I didn’t hear the sound of tissue being torn or the crinkling of wet wipes at all.

Which means, where they were just going at it—pounding away, making those shameless noises—

“…Haa…”

…There’s probably some sticky residue left behind.

“…Annoying.”

Not just probably. It’s definitely there, which is why the smell is lingering.

I should clean it up quickly so it doesn’t disturb my sleep.

Who knows, the whole pension might start reeking of it.

I’ve never smelled anything like this in my life, but the moment I caught it, I just knew. “Ah, so this is what that smells like.” It’s… weird.

Well, it’s another man’s scent, but… I guess this is how it feels after sex with a boyfriend.

Anyway. Getting up from the sofa again, I grabbed some tissues from the table and walked over to the opposite side.

I didn’t see them in the act, but judging from where the sounds were coming from… probably the back of the sofa.

When I got there, I blinked quietly at the sight before me.

“…….”

It’s…

…More than I expected.

The amount.

A little—no, a lot.

So that weird fluid… Yeah.

I had expected some of Woo-jin’s semen to be there from the start, but…

This is…

“…In porn, it’s never this much…”

Not that I’ve ever seen a man ejaculate in real life.

My knowledge is just based on what I’ve seen while masturbating.

But it’s not like I don’t know what semen looks like—its color, texture, or even the usual amount. It’s always depicted in adult content.

But this volume…

…What, is he some kind of orc?

About a week ago, I read a manga where an elf was forced to sleep with an orc, and the semen was drawn exactly like this…

“…Hah.”

…Well, I don’t want to waste time.

I’ll save the irritation for later.

Scratching my head in annoyance, I crouched down.

On the back of the sofa and the floor beneath it, several streaks of a white, sticky fluid—undoubtedly semen—were clinging thickly.

Mixed in were traces of what was clearly Ha-yun’s arousal.

He must’ve pulled out at the peak of pleasure and just let it all out without restraint.

That’s why the sofa and floor are covered in this mess…

…Cleaning all this up would take more than just two sheets of tissue.

At least four or five times that…

Just as I was about to carefully wipe it away, frowning at the thought—

“…Ah, wait…”

Now that I think about it, I shouldn’t clean this.

Not out of some “clean up your own mess!” principle, but—

What if Ha-yun comes out later to clean it?

Common sense says they wouldn’t just leave it like this.

Either Ha-yun or that guy will come out to take care of it…

But what if they find that someone else already cleaned up the semen?

If it’s Woo-jin, fine, but what if Ha-yun is the one who discovers it?

Thankfully, I haven’t touched the mess yet.

“…Haa.”

Then there’s nothing I can do.

I’ll just have to hope Baek Ji-ho doesn’t wake up.

And try to sleep while ignoring the smell.

With a short sigh, I placed the tissue conspicuously in the middle of the table and slipped back under the blanket.

“…….”

…Semen.

It really… stinks.

Then again, expecting it to smell nice would be stupid.

Just before I fell asleep, I heard the sound of a door opening.

From Ha-yun’s bedroom. Thankfully, Baek Ji-ho seemed to be sleeping soundly on his own.

Soft footsteps approached.

Then, the distinct sound of tearing tissue—once, twice.

As I thought. My guess wasn’t wrong.

If I’d carelessly cleaned it all up, it would’ve been a disaster.

I might’ve even heard Ha-yun scream like she was in a horror movie.

“…….”

But now, the question is—

Who is it?

I’m curious, but I can’t just ask outright.

Given how quiet they’ve been since coming out, it’s probably Ha-yun.

“…….” “…….”

The footsteps grew closer.

Then, I faintly felt a hand waving gently over my face.

Yep, definitely Ha-yun.

I can tell just from how cute she’s being.

“Are you really asleep?”

“…….”

…They say couples start to resemble each other.

I guess that’s true.

“…I’m awake. Barely.”

“Ah, did I wake you up right as you were about to fall asleep…?”

“Not really. …It’s just hard to sleep with all the noise next to me.”

Not wanting her to worry, I forced a half-truth and slowly opened my eyes.

In front of me was Seo Woo-jin, now at least somewhat dressed—unlike before.

My gaze flickered downward on reflex, but that monstrous thing from earlier was nowhere in sight.

His upper body, glistening with sweat, was bare, likely from the heat.

But his lower half was properly covered by his underwear, pulled up to his hips, and an additional layer of pajama pants.

…I can finally relax.

“If you’re here, clean up properly.”

“That’s why I came out. Noona’s resting.”

When I snapped at him, Woo-jin gave an awkward smile and reached out apologetically.

The sound of tissue being torn earlier, plus the wad in his hand now—seems he was planning to clean up.

…Still, what if Baek Ji-ho had wandered out earlier and found his girlfriend sleeping on the sofa—and the mysterious semen stains on the other side?

I considered scolding him, but it’s late.

And honestly, I can’t be bothered.

Since nothing went wrong in the end, I just clicked my tongue and let it go.

“…Noona, huh. You were dropping honorifics just fine earlier.”

“Ah, we drop them when it’s just the two of us. Anyway, I’ll clean up quickly and go back. Sleep well.”

“…Did you at least take care of your urges?”

“About that… …Thanks to you.”

“…….”

After that, the only sound was of him wiping down the sofa and floor.

Roughly the time it takes to cook instant noodles.

Once he finished cleaning, Woo-jin, likely assuming I’d fallen asleep under the blanket, tiptoed quietly back to the bedroom.

I’m still wide awake, so there’s no need to be that careful.

“…….”

The only problem is that idiot did a half-hearted job cleaning.

Sure, he wiped up most of the semen, but…

…Why did he throw the used tissues in the trash right next to me?

The smell’s going to rise.

Even ignoring the smell, Baek Ji-ho might see it if he walks by.

Ha-yun would also panic if she knew it was left where either of us could find it.

“…Making me do extra work…”

No choice, then.

Scratching my head in frustration, I got up, pinched the semen-soaked tissues between my fingertips, and headed to the bathroom.

The sticky sensation is disgusting, but… I can just wash my hands.

After stuffing five or six wads into the toilet, I flushed it all away with a loud whirl.

Not sure if flushing that much at once is okay, but since it’s just tissue and no wipes, it should be fine.

After quickly washing my hands at the sink, I absentmindedly rubbed my fingertips before diving back under the blanket.

“…….”

First time touching semen.

A pointless thought flickered through my mind before exhaustion pulled me under.

The pension.

And the second double date by the sea.

A few days had passed since that night, during which I pretended not to know what happened for Ha-yun’s sake.

Outside, the sweltering summer heat raged, but office workers don’t get vacations.

Likewise, there’s no such thing as a “let’s take a break because it’s hot!” negotiation between heroes and villains.

So, two days before my internship (disguised as listening to old heroes’ war stories) at a hero agency began—

While trying and failing to make progress with Baek Ji-ho—

I started noticing small, unsettling changes in my daily life.

As I said, they’re small. Nothing major.

“……. Hah…”

Lately, I’ve been masturbating a lot more.

Not because my libido has suddenly increased, but…

“…Nn, ……. Ugh…….”

…Because the usual way just doesn’t feel as good as before.

So I’m compensating with quantity over quality.