episode_0413

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“…You remember everything I just said, right?”

“Vaguely.”

“Don’t just vaguely remember—be thorough. If you try to pull any weird excuses later, I won’t hesitate to hit the self-destruct button.”

“Who would do something knowing they’d lose? Only an idiot would.”

“…Consider this a warning. A warning.”

Lose, huh?

A dozen responses came to mind, but I swallowed them all.

Anyway. What’s about to happen from here on out is strictly business.

Seo Woo-jin gets to resolve his so-called sexual frustrations by using me,

and I get to use Seo Woo-jin to practice figuring out what Baek Jiho might like.

Of course, even if the word business is dripping with his personal ulterior motives, as long as he doesn’t completely lose it, he won’t cross any lines under that pretext.

…I-I mean, he even said he’d die of pleasure—so really, I’m just humoring him out of goodwill.

I’m sure he’ll be careful not to ruin this chance.

Either way, all that’s left now is…

…preparing for our lesson.

Following him inside and shutting the front door behind me, my eyes naturally drifted toward the large bed in the distance.

“…….”

But unlike before, the bedding was noticeably disheveled—triggering flashes of that embarrassing memory from just minutes ago—

which was why I awkwardly spoke up first.

“…Sh-should I shower again?”

“Huh? Did you sweat or something? With the sun down, it’s actually pretty cool.”

“Not… really…?”

“Then no point wasting time, right?”

“…Yeah. Better to finish this sooner rather than late into the night.”

“Exactly. Oh, and you should probably take your clothes off too. Unless you want them getting dirty for no reason.”

“Was going to anyway, even if you hadn’t said it.”

Well—though we barely exchanged words before I shut my mouth tight again.

My attempt at nonchalance lasted all of two seconds.

Glancing sideways, I caught sight of Woo-jin already casually stripping off his shirt, so I awkwardly stepped aside and began slowly undressing myself.

Just looking at the bed made me remember the meticulous attention he’d given me earlier—mortifying enough to kill me.

Meanwhile, that guy probably has so much experience with women that he doesn’t even care.

Not exactly a reaction I like…

But I guess it can’t be helped.

If he started overreacting to the sight of a bed like me, it’d be exhausting.

I’m pretty much a complete novice, so it’s understandable—but maybe after more experience, I’ll react as indifferently as him. Probably.

“Mmm, mmm….”

A good beginning is half the battle.

Repeating the familiar phrase to myself, I swallowed a nervous cough and stepped right up beside Woo-jin.

But not completely bare—

still in my underwear.

“…So, uh… what now?”

“You planning to keep your underwear on like that?”

“Same as the towel earlier. It’s embarrassing to be completely naked in front of someone I barely know. …Isn’t that just basic human decency?”

Even so, honestly, standing around in just underwear was plenty humiliating.

Now that I think about it, this isn’t that different from wearing a swimsuit in front of him before.

No. Actually, that swimsuit was way more revealing.

Between exposed skin and the design itself—

this is practically nothing in comparison.

But then again, back then, Hayun and others around me were dressed similarly.

Hell, half the beach was like that, so I didn’t feel particularly embarrassed.

Yet now—

Blue ocean turned to ink-black night sky.

Crumbling sand underfoot to plush blankets.

A crowded gathering to just the two of us.

Maybe it’s all these changes, but the heat in my cheeks won’t fade.

Not that it matters now.

Asking at this point if we really have to do it naked would just be weird.

This shame is entirely my fault for being careless.

Still, I refused to let Woo-jin see it—so feigning confidence, arms crossed under my chest, I looked up at him and asked,

“Answer what I asked earlier. What do I do first?”

“Mmm… Why not just try whatever comes to mind?”

“…….”

Comes to mind? As if I’ve ever done this before.

Though I wanted to snap back, embarrassingly enough, something did come to mind.

Namely—foreplay.

Which makes sense, considering what he did to me earlier—stroking around my clit and all.

Plus, in porn or erotica, things tend to follow that pattern.

Problem is, I’ve never properly touched, let alone pleased, a guy before…

“…….”

……If I just mimic what I’ve seen, it should work out somehow.

And hey, since it’s my first time, even if I’m clumsy, he shouldn‘t mock me for it.

Steeling myself, I tentatively hooked my index finger over the right side of his underwear and mumbled,

“…Gonna pull this down now.”

Pull this down now—what kind of half-assed warning is that?

But I didn’t have a better way to phrase it.

Saying exactly how far I’d pull it felt even weirder.

Anyway, this meat dildo… needs unwrapping first.

As I stared down, carefully tugging down his underwear for the first time—

“……Ngkt.”

Even if I tried to ignore it, certain fabric stretched taut from the very beginning made that impossible.

What exactly did I do?

All I did was pull his underwear down, yet already…

“…Isn’t that uncomfortable?”

“Not usually like this, so no.”

“…And this is the guy who sneaked into the nurse’s office for sex during the festival?”

“She dragged me in, but… well, sometimes urges hit suddenly.”

“…Not because you were peeping on girls, right?”

“They’re just girls. Most don’t even catch my eye.”

“Then what would—”

“Mmm. Lately, seeing you in your gym clothes did it…”

“…Ugh. No wonder guys kept staring… Why’d they have to make those skirts so damn short…”

If I’d been wearing pants instead of just panties, the zipper would’ve been wrecked by now.

As we talked, my eyes kept drifting downward—but once I’d tugged his underwear down past his knees,

leaving him to kick them off completely, I finally faced the anatomy in front of me.

…First of all—obviously—

it was very different from last time.

Back then, it was smeared with a mix of semen and slick…

Probably because he’d just had sex with Hayun, the veins looked even more grotesquely pronounced than now.

Thankfully, it wasn’t that hideous this time, nor reeking of sweat and sex.

Just… a flesh dildo, plain and simple.

Though—

Not quite fully hard yet.

“…Anyway, if gym clothes got you like this… my underwear must work too, huh?”

“…….”

“Showing off while getting touched like this… Is it okay? From a guy’s perspective?”

“…I love it. No idea about your boyfriend’s taste, though.”

“Then he’ll probably like it too.”

“……Probably.”

“…….”

“…….”

“…Uh, gonna lean on you a bit.”

For Jiho later.

Thinking that, I gently placed my hand on him.

Porn always shows this, right?

Making a ring with your fingers, then—

Schlick, schlick.

Stroking the length.

“…Wait, is this your first time touching one?”

“O-of course it’s my fir— Wait, no, it’s not that obvious but… Yeah, first time.”

“You can grip a little harder.”

“…Like this?”

“More. Like you’re squeezing it lightly.”

“…….”

I suppose I was being too cautious, treating it like something fragile.

Following his lead, I tightened my grip slightly—

…Probably still clumsy, though.

“…More pressure? Less? Speed?”

“Pressure’s fine… Could go faster, maybe.”

“……This…?”

“…Not bad. For a first try.”

“For a first try… Hmm…”

“…….”

“…So does Hayun do this really well?”

“She used to suck at it too. More experience just makes it natural…”

“Hmmm…”

From root—

to tip.

Veins now starkly pronounced under my fingers as I slid up and down—

then smearing the sticky precum beading at the tip all over before—

“Ah, since you’re learning, wanna try one more thing?”

“…What?”

“Fellatio. Ever heard of it?”

“…Vaguely. That thing where you put it in your mouth and… suck…?”

I had to know what he meant.

Ugh—I made my disgust clear.

“Not a fan… Besides, Jiho maybe, but yours would definitely hurt my jaw… And it smells weird too…”

“I wash pretty thoroughly. Does it really smell?”

“Not like bad, just… numbing… somehow…”

“…….”

“Anyway, hard pass… So deal with this for now.”

Fellatio just uses saliva as lubrication anyway.

“…Bleeeh…….”

Thanks to all the stroking, his dick was burning—

So bleh—I let my drool drizzle straight onto it before—

Squelch, squelch.

Maybe because it cooled him down, he twitched, but I held firm.

Schlick, schlick.

Working my slick saliva all over him.

“…Done?”

“…Pfft. Sure. If you don’t wanna do it, fine.”

“Why? …Did I mess up?”

“Nah. Not at all… Actually, your boyfriend’ll probably love this.”

“…Really?”

Practice.

Just practice for my boyfriend.

That’s all this is.