episode_0419

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I thought it was almost over after laying hands on Seol Da-bin first, but I guess it wasn’t going to be that easy.

Following her as she walked ahead, we arrived at a quiet tree-lined street.

Beside the shade shielding us from the harsh sunlight, the incessant, grating sound of cicadas filled the air.

“Thanks to you, things are going well with my boyfriend, so I wanted to say thank you.”

Mulling over Seol Da-bin’s words from earlier, I kept my distance as I walked along the pavement beside her.

I still couldn’t fully grasp her true intentions, but I could vaguely piece together why she’d said something like that.

In a few years, Seol Da-bin would be the kind of woman whose pictures with her boyfriend would flood the internet.

And by then, she’d also be the kind of woman frequently photographed by paparazzi, doting on her boyfriend.

But that was still years away.

For now, as Seol Da-bin herself had admitted, things were a little awkward between her and her boyfriend.

So, for things to make sense, whether it was Seol Da-bin, her boyfriend, or some third-party helper—someone must have put in effort to resolve it.

Of course, I had no idea what exactly had happened between them before I dug into it…

Still, given the kind of woman she was, it made sense that she might feel grateful toward me for helping restore her relationship with her boyfriend.

…Being thankful to the guy who practically blackmailed her and took her virginity.

That part was a bit of an error, but if I minimized the logical leap, this was the most realistic conclusion.

So then, how could I use this to enjoy Seol Da-bin’s body again?

Lost in thought, I suddenly noticed Seol Da-bin stopping ahead.

Following her gaze, I spotted a two-story café at the corner of the street.

Its pristine white exterior and the vines gently winding around the building made it stand out—almost as if the vines were constricting it.

419

I usually don’t have high expectations for cafés.

The same old Americano.

The same old café latte.

The same old café mocha.

Signature drinks that all taste the same…

And this café Seol Da-bin had brought me to was no different.

A coffee enthusiast might lecture me about bean origins, roasting methods, and whatnot, but what could I do if I didn’t feel the difference?

So, sipping on an Americano that tasted no different from the usual, I idly wondered if I should’ve ordered the café mocha Baek Seo-yeon used to like.

Just then, Seol Da-bin, having pulled down her mask, spoke up.

“It worked. The things you taught me.”

“…….”

It was a slow time of day, and the area wasn’t exactly bustling, but that didn’t mean the café was empty.

Even on the second floor where we sat, another group was chatting in the corner.

I didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention, so I kept my voice low, just loud enough for Seol Da-bin to hear.

“Glad it helped. Like I said, those are things guys like.”

Honestly, I didn’t remember saying that—I’d been too busy figuring out how to manipulate her—but there was no need to bring that up now.

Depending on the goal, there was no reason to ruin the mood.

Even if, in reality, we were both holding nuclear buttons, only pursuing our own interests, there was no need to voice that.

Exposing promiscuous relationships to socially bury someone.

Confessing stories that would plunge her boyfriend into despair.

She wouldn’t want bloodshed either.

“…Out of everything I learned, that was the most helpful. The stroking.”

“Ah, the handjob.”

“…Yeah. That.”

So, she practiced with my dick, then scurried back to her boyfriend and worked hard to please him, huh?

…Thinking about it, it felt like something was being taken from me.

Recalling Seol Da-bin’s awkward wrist movements in my apartment a month ago, I made an effort not to let my expression twist in front of her.

Part of me wished she’d betray her boyfriend right now, but bonds built over years couldn’t be undone in a short time.

All I could do was wait for that solidity to loosen.

“Baek Ji-ho also liked it when I stroked him like you did…, …so, he said it felt good….”

“Did you spit on it like you did for me?”

“……We, we did oral, so there was no need. Even I could tell my technique was kind of lacking….”

“Hmm… Well, anyway, that awkwardness you mentioned with your boyfriend before—it must’ve gotten a lot better.”

“…Not a lot better. Just a little.”

“It’ll keep getting better if you keep at it.”

“I’ve been doing that. For the past month.”

So, the fact that she hadn’t contacted me at all this whole time meant nothing much had happened between her and her boyfriend.

In other words, Baek Ji-ho’s trauma was being smoothly treated.

The fact that her boyfriend’s “illness” was improving was pretty bad news for me, but there wasn’t much I could do about it.

To borrow Lee Ji-yoon’s phrasing, I’d have to treat this as a time attack.

I sipped my Americano, organizing my thoughts.

“So, is that why you offered to buy me coffee?”

“…Y-yeah?”

“And the reason we came all the way out here was to avoid people you know?”

“…None of my close friends live around here.”

“Still, meeting outside seems bold. Wouldn’t it be safer at home?”

“…Getting caught going to your place would be worse than getting spotted here. At least here, we can pass as just a student and teacher.”

“Getting caught going to my place…”

“……Would look obviously like an affair.”

Affair.

I almost questioned whether Seol Da-bin should be the one saying that word, but I kept my mouth shut.

If she thought of what we did last time as “practice” or “lessons” rather than an “affair,” that was much better for me.

Changing the terminology lowered the mental hurdle for her, and there was no better way to handle this.

But the biggest problem was still Baek Ji-ho’s trauma—what would happen when he fully recovered?

“Anyway… About your boyfriend. That ‘illness’ you said he got because of you—is it better now?”

Would I even have enough time to imprint myself—my preferences—onto Seol Da-bin before then?

I asked to gauge the situation.

“A… a little. It’s not completely gone yet.”

“‘A little’ meaning… when stimulated, blood still rushes there?”

“…Basically.”

“‘Basically.’”

Meaning his erectile function was still significantly weak.

So, sex was probably still difficult.

Which meant I was still the only one who had fucked Seol Da-bin’s insides.

A faint smile tugged at my lips at the pleasant sense of conquest, and I was about to ask more when—

Seol Da-bin, who had been answering quietly until now, suddenly spoke up first.

“Um, about… what I said earlier…”

“Earlier?”

“When I said thanks to you, things are going well with my boyfriend… that.”

“What about it?”

That was practically the first thing she’d said when we entered the café.

Was there more to it?

I took a sip of my Americano, resting my chin on my half-clenched fist as I looked at her.

But for some reason, she couldn’t meet my eyes, her gaze darting to the side—or downward—instead.

Watching her long lashes, I waited.

After nearly a minute of silence, she finally answered.

“…, ……. …….”

“Huh?”

But her voice was too soft to hear.

It hadn’t been loud before, but this was extreme.

Drowned out by the sound of ants scurrying.

When I asked again, Seol Da-bin, who had been fanning her face with a strained expression, hesitantly spoke up.

“What I learned from you… I used it well.”

“That’s good. Your boyfriend’s tastes are similar to mine.”

“That’s why…! …I mean…”

“…?”

“…Haa….”

A sigh.

Her lips parted, then closed.

…She bit her lower lip.

Licked it lightly.

And then, finally—

“…You said you’d do my flesh dildo too…, ……right?”

“….”

“…I want to practice. Are you busy?”

Quietly.

Very quietly.

…If Baek Ji-ho enjoys mixing bodies with me, then I’ll enjoy it too.

We’re both holding dangerous weapons, so we won’t cross the bare minimum line.

I’ve already done it once. Doing it twice won’t change much.

It’s not like I like Seo Woo-jin.

Seeing him doesn’t make my heart flutter or feel at ease. It’s neither.

It’s just that the fact he’s been with so many women disgusts me.

He’s the man I hate the most.

And yet.

That thing we did last time.

It felt really good.

The masturbation that mimicked it.

Felt really good.

After calling out Baek Ji-ho’s name every day while touching myself.

Then cursing Seo Woo-jin’s name.

Thrust, thrust—pounding the spots he’d taught me felt good with the dildo.

…Seriously.

It felt good.

As good as my first time having sex.

It felt really good.

After agonizing over it.

About three days after getting drunk and masturbating.

I.

“Thank you. Be careful on your way back.”

“…….”

Got into a taxi with Seo Woo-jin and arrived at his apartment.

…Loan. Cash advance. Maybe words like these would suffice as metaphors.

I haven’t done it with Baek Ji-ho yet, but if we do later, I’m sure it’ll feel good.

I mixed in a little lie.

But it wasn’t a complete lie.

“You’ll look even more suspicious doing this in broad daylight.”

“…It’s my choice. Just hurry up and go inside.”

Beep beep beep beep.

After the first-floor entrance unlocked, I followed Seo Woo-jin’s footsteps up the stairs and into his place.

Having been here once before, it felt oddly familiar.

As the chilly AC air hit my arms, I rubbed them—just as a large hand reached out beside me.

I flicked it away lightly.

“…I can do it myself. Just go wash up and get ready.”

“Stop hitting me and give me your hat and mask. I’ll put them here.”

“I said I can do it myself. I’m not a kid…”

“Sigh… Anyway, you’re really going to do it?”

“…I am.”

“You’re not gonna bite me, right?”

“Wash up before I actually bite you.”

Today, I’d practice the oral I was bad at.

If you’re going to secretly blackmail me into mixing bodies, at least do the flesh dildo role properly like you promised.

That’s what I’d said.