episode_0411

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A horny piece of human trash. Garbage. The kind of delinquent you occasionally see around—reckless, indulgent, and utterly thoughtless about consequences.

That was the extent of my evaluation when I first realized Seo Woo-jin and Ha Yoon were seeing each other.

But lately, I suppose you could say my senses have dulled.

The thought that he seemed perpetually horny was something I even brought up during counseling, so that much remained unchanged. The rest, however, had significantly faded over time.

A guy who’d had sex partners before…

A delinquent trying to turn his life around…

That was the general vibe now.

To summarize, what was once instinctive disgust had downgraded to mild avoidance.

Because of that, I’d even caught myself thinking, Maybe he’s really changed for Ha Yoon’s sake—

I’d even considered learning what a couple should look like from them, something Baek Ji-ho might approve of.

But I guess people don’t change that easily after all.

“…Where are you planning to go?”

“I was thinking somewhere close. My place. You don’t have any issues with taking a taxi, do you?”

“…Do whatever you want.”

Still, I wasn’t disappointed.

This was someone whose score in my mind had always been rock-bottom.

If I had to quantify it: before, it was 0. Recently, 11. Now, -97.

I already knew he was a guy with an inconveniently high sex drive—I’d seen it, and I’d heard about it.

The same went for his shamelessness.

Honestly, the fact that he was dragging me off somewhere with ulterior motives felt very much like something Seo Woo-jin would do.

If he’d pretended not to see me and walked away without a word, I might’ve even suspected some hidden agenda.

…Well, not that it mattered. He probably would’ve demanded something similar as a condition for letting today’s incident slide anyway.

Thanks to that, my mind wasn’t exactly at ease, but at least the tension that had been grating on me had eased somewhat.

Glancing at Woo-jin hailing a taxi, I fiddled with my mask and let out a sigh.

Right. If things had gone the worst possible way, I might’ve had to let him have his way under threat… But this wasn’t that bad.

Losing my virginity to a toy was still deeply unpleasant, but compared to the worst-case scenario, this was practically merciful.

Plus, there was that term I’d recalled earlier—mutually assured destruction.

As long as Woo-jin wasn’t a complete idiot chasing only immediate gains, he’d have sensed it too.

Losing Ha Yoon would be a huge loss for him as well, so he’d keep his promise for now.

…Literally.

For now.

“Get in the back. I’ll take the front.”

“Stop pretending to be considerate. It doesn’t work on me anymore.”

I’ll just be used like a toy for a while.

Not that it wasn’t humiliating, but it was still a hundred, no, a thousand times better than letting that guy touch me.

I’ll suppress my reactions as much as possible. Make him think I’m no fun to play with.

Don’t show weakness.

Repeating this to myself, I disappeared into the bustling crowd with Woo-jin.

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The taxi headed toward the academy, which made me a little uneasy, but thankfully, it was just paranoia.

The scenery rushing past the window finally stopped in an ordinary residential alley.

A neighborhood full of studio apartments, to be precise. Given that there was a university nearby as well as the academy, I knew the rent here wasn’t cheap.

I guess Woo-jin lives around here.

…Or maybe.

He has a “special-purpose” hideaway.

“Follow me.”

“I was going to, even if you didn’t say anything.”

I’d seen it in movies and dramas before.

Rich chaebols keeping secret hideaways for their shady activities.

Of course, the word “hideaway” usually conjures images of something lavish and secluded, but reality could be different.

Following Woo-jin up the stairs, we soon reached the second floor.

He stopped right in front of a door labeled Unit 205.

What exactly was waiting for me inside?

Before I knew it, my shoulders were tense.

…At this rate, I’ll get a cramp in ten minutes.

But contrary to my worries, the inside of the front door looked like an ordinary home.

Not exactly cozy or warm, but clearly the kind of place where someone lived alone.

A crumpled blanket, as if he had no intention of folding it.

A bottle of water sitting on a plain white table.

A wireless vacuum cleaner haphazardly tossed in a corner.

And finally, the air conditioner already running despite us just having arrived.

I might’ve thought he’d turned it on ahead of time, but considering the owner of this place…

It was more likely he just left it running all day.

“Want some water first?”

“…I’ll get it myself.”

“Orange juice… is all gone. I’ll get you cold water.”

“I said I’ll—… …Ugh. Fine.”

The pointless back-and-forth kept me on edge for a moment.

At least it seemed this really was Woo-jin’s place.

Finally taking off my mask, I followed him inside, my footsteps heavy.

But the only chair in sight was the one in front of his computer.

After a quick glance around, I ended up sitting on the edge of the bed I’d just seen.

Whatever. Soon enough, Woo-jin’s going to play with me like a toy on this bed anyway…

I tried to stay cool and composed, but my mind was still a mess.

Because my first experience was about to be resolved in the most bizarre way possible.

Losing my virginity not to sex, but to a dildo—wasn’t that just perverted?

How would I even explain this to Baek Ji-ho later?

If I said it tore during exercise, would he believe me without question?

Frustrated, part of me wanted to shove that dildo straight up that trash’s ass, but I swallowed my anger, thinking of my already precarious relationship with Ji-ho.

I’ll make him pay for this humiliation a hundred times over someday.

Tossing my mask onto the table, I pulled out the contents of the bag.

The large box was obviously the dildo. The rest were the so-called “accessories”—condoms and a small tube labeled aroma gel…?

I didn’t need the condoms. The gel was probably for the dildo.

After setting the now-empty bag aside, I carefully opened the box.

Phrases like 9 inches and 23 cm were plastered all over the packaging, which I peeled away.

“……”

And what I ended up holding was.

Of course, the dildo.

One with a length strikingly similar to Woo-jin’s.

Of course, the thickness, the curve, the heat… the gross veins.

Since this was just a mass-produced silicone product, those details were completely different.

But as I’d said, the length alone was close enough.

Even without exaggeration, it was about the length from my wrist to the inside of my bent elbow—enough to make me grimace.

Honestly, the idea of something like this going inside me seemed absurd, but…

Ha Yoon, who’s smaller than me, didn’t just endure it—she moaned sweetly.

…So.

It’ll probably feel good.

As long as one condition is met.

“Wash up first. I’m guessing you don’t want to shower together… I’ll get things ready while you do.”

“…Try anything funny, and you’re dead.”

If I take my time.

And get used to.

This length.

Maybe it was because the thought of being toyed with by a dildo was already lodged in my mind.

But showing a bit of skin in front of Woo-jin didn’t faze me at all.

Besides, it was summer, so it wasn’t like I wasn’t already showing skin here and there. And back at the pension, I’d worn a swimsuit that was practically underwear in front of him.

Well, technically, I’d worn it for Baek Ji-ho, not Woo-jin…

But either way, acting self-conscious now would’ve been weirder.

So I undressed right in front of him, stepped into the shower, and walked out wrapped in a white towel.

The warm shower made the air-conditioned living room feel freezing in comparison.

…But what really caught my attention wasn’t the temperature.

Nor the embarrassment of being half-naked.

“Mind moving aside?”

“……”

The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, Woo-jin was already striding toward me—completely naked.

My gaze instinctively dipped below his waist before I quickly looked away.

…I’m not embarrassed.

Men on the street stare at my face, chest, and thighs all the time.

I was just curious, that’s all.

It wasn’t even fully hard yet.

But it was already pretty big.

I was just curious.

Because it was so different from Ji-ho’s.

That’s all.

Really.

“…By the way, why… are you showering?”

“Is it weird to want to shower?”

“If you’re planning something perverted, quit now. I’ll crush your dick before you can even think about treatment or whatever.”

“I just sweated outside, so I wanted to wash up. Stop overthinking and get out.”

“……”

“And sex? You can do it without showering. You just can’t because you’d never allow it.”

Me, rambling nervously with a naked man standing right in front of me.

Him, responding calmly without a single word out of place.

After a moment of staring into his eyes, I clicked my tongue and stepped aside.

You can do it without showering. You just can’t because you’d never allow it.

Now that I thought about it, he was right.

If we stripped away all the complicated human relationships and settled this with pure force, I’d win 100%.

If Woo-jin tried to force himself on me or change the terms last minute.

That kind of thing was impossible by common sense.

That was the whole reason I was putting up with this unpleasant situation in the first place.

I only agreed because if I refused, there was a chance Woo-jin would press the mutual destruction button without hesitation.

Picking up the hairdryer from the table, I blew cool air through my hair while stealing glances at the bed.

My mind was a mess of fantasies and tangled thoughts, but since it was just giving me a headache, I soon looked away.

“……”

What caught my eye next was none other than the dildo we’d just bought.

Woo-jin must’ve done something—it wasn’t where I’d last left it.

Had he applied some kind of drug while I was gone…?

Unable to shake the suspicion, I approached the dildo, hairdryer still in hand.

But aside from its changed position, there was no sign of any tampering.

The only difference was that the dildo was slightly warmer than body temperature.

Maybe he’d soaked it in hot water while I was showering.

“…Gross.”

When it was just lukewarm silicone, I didn’t feel much, but now that it was warm, it felt weird.

Lost in thought, I kept drying my hair until, about five minutes after switching to warm air, Woo-jin stepped out of the bathroom.

…I wish he’d at least covered himself with a towel like I did.

But there was no point saying it, so I kept the complaint to myself.

“Don’t dry it too much. You’ll just have to wash again anyway.”

“……”

Annoyingly, he had way more experience with this than I did.

No—multiplying zero by anything still gives zero, so it’d be more accurate to say he had hundreds more experiences.

Either way, without another word, I climbed onto the bed and waited for him, still wrapped in my towel.

“You’re doing it like that?”

“Got a problem?”

“No, it’s fine. Just thought you’d be uncomfortable. You could’ve put clothes back on.”

“…I’m fine. Just get on with it.”

“If you say so.”

After shaking the water from his hair, he picked up the dildo and gel and joined me on the bed.

The difference in our builds made his presence slightly intimidating, but that was it.

Woo-jin moved close to my lower half and gently pushed my knees apart—they’d been pressed together unconsciously.

…Even as I tried to tug my towel lower out of embarrassment, he casually brushed my hand aside.

I’d prepared myself, but still.

Exposing myself to another man—my friend’s boyfriend, no less—was mortifying.

If I just straightened my legs and kicked out, I could probably send him flying.

But in reality, I couldn’t do that just because I was embarrassed.

So instead, I imagined kicking the imaginary Woo-jin six or seven times, right as the sensation I’d been dreading lightly brushed against me.

“…The way you touch is… so… perverted…?”

“That’s just how foreplay usually is.”

I tried to sound composed, but my voice trembled.

In stark contrast, Woo-jin answered slowly, his fingers dragging lazily over my skin.

The dildo wasn’t in play yet. Instead, what I assumed was his thumb lightly massaged around my clit, sending waves of stimulation.

I considered calling him out—We agreed on just the toy, didn’t we?—but there was no point escalating things.

Even without using his fingers, he’d probably be skilled at foreplay.

In fact, the way his fingers moved now, sticky and deliberate, sent shivers down my spine in a way my own hands never could.

It felt like something connected my brain to my lower abdomen, the tingling sensation racing up and down.

Honestly, I’d thought masturbating would feel better than this, but I had to take that back.

Having someone who knows exactly where feels good touch me, without my own will interfering—

This was.

The best.

Just as I was quietly panting under his touch—

“…Haah……. …, ……?”

Around my clit.

My labia.

My clit again.

My vaginal opening.

His hand, which had been expertly teasing every spot I liked, suddenly stopped.

His fingers, now slick with my wetness, brushed my lower belly, and for a second, I thought he was giving me a break—

But then they moved to my inner thigh.

After lingering there, they returned to my entrance.

Then my lower belly again.

My thigh.

…A strange warmth spread through me before—

Back to my entrance.

If he’d just been doing something perverted, I could’ve brushed it off.

But this was incomprehensible.

Gathering my voice, I asked:

“What… are you doing…. …Stop dragging it out and just… put the dildo in already…….”

“…Hey. Seol Da-bin.”

What he said next was:

“…What are you?”

“……”

“I said, what are you? …We’ve known each other for over ten years, right?”

…It might’ve been a roundabout way of phrasing it.

Or maybe it was direct.

Either way.

The intent behind the question was obvious.