episode_0422

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…Well,

I had expected Seo Woojin to act selfishly.

Of course I saw it coming.

“…Are you satisfied now?”

“Stop talking nonsense and lick it properly, all the way to the base.”

“…Huh? It’s not like what’s stuck there is… …even cum…”

“Lick it. Weren’t you the one who asked me to teach you what men like?”

“……God, you’re so annoying…”

What kind of dildo roleplay is this?

This is just… …openly having sex, no different at all.

At the very least, if he’d just stayed still, I could’ve deluded myself with thoughts like, “This isn’t sex,” or “This is just practice with a dildo.”

…But the way he just held me tightly,

pounding into me noisily,

pressing against my cervix over and over—

I can’t even use the dildo excuse anymore.

“…Hngh, ugh… Hah…”

Even after cumming once, his cock was still stiff, swollen with blood.

I hesitantly licked up the clear fluid soaking the base.

If this had been cum, it wouldn’t have been this color.

The only other fluids that could’ve ended up here were… …lube from the condom.

Or something from my body… …Well, that.

Wondering why it was drenched all the way to the base, I recalled the rough sex from earlier.

Ignoring the throbbing ache in my vaginal walls, I dragged my tongue up in slow, deliberate strokes.

…But his shaft kept twitching, making it hard to focus, so I eventually grabbed the tip with my fingers and

worked at it.

Diligently.

“…Haah… Won’t this just make it dirtier with saliva…?”

“Just do as you’re told. Don’t overthink it.”

Well… It’s not like I don’t understand why he’s making me do this.

Cleaning him up with my mouth after sex—it’s my first time doing it, but it’s something you see in porn all the time.

Of course, in those videos, the woman willingly and eagerly cleans him up without being ordered.

The difference is, I’m scowling while swallowing his bitter cum.

But in the end, it’s the same—taking in his fluids with my mouth.

…I guess he gets some sense of conquest from it.

Not like there’s any flavor to enjoy.

Gulp, gulp—each time I swallow, the distinct bitterness of semen spreads through my sinuses.

And here I am, diligently gulping it down.

“…Pah… Haah…”

Anyway, now that I’ve licked him clean, Woojin should be satisfied.

Frowning at the lingering bitterness, I pulled my face away from his cock.

Then, toward the bathroom.

Since it was over, I shuffled to the edge of the bed to wash up, but—

“……”

Right beside me,

Woojin was unwrapping a new condom with a rustle—

…And his erection was just as hard and swollen as before.

I already knew exactly how it would feel if that thing ruthlessly pressed inside me again.

I’d just learned it firsthand.

Without thinking, I pressed my thighs together and spoke.

“W-We already did it once. Why are you taking out another…?”

“So we can finish properly?”

“……”

I thought we had finished.

Not that what happened a few minutes ago felt bad,

but I figured once was enough—no need for multiple rounds.

The only reason Woojin and I are doing this is because we’re holding mutual blackmail over each other.

Rather than dealing with the headache of pointless negotiations to shut him up, it’s easier to just play along for a bit.

And, well… it did feel good.

…Plus, since Woojin volunteered to be my “flesh dildo,” I treated him like just a tool for masturbation… or so I told myself.

“…”

Instead of staying still, he pinned me down and fucked me hard—

How can he even suggest doing it again?

Pervert.

Monster.

Walking libido.

Trash who sleeps with sisters.

And on top of that, he’s seeing another woman—utter scum…

“You just said I helped you get along better with your boyfriend.”

“……”

“I’ll keep helping, so let’s do a little more.”

“……”

…Utter scum.

But.

“…I get what you mean, but you don’t have to keep helping.”

“This is better for you. The more you learn now, the easier it’ll be with your boyfriend later…”

“That’s not—!”

“Then what is it? You said it helped, didn’t you?”

“…I mean… well…”

“……”

It did feel good.

Like when I held back for a week and then went wild with a dildo.

The sex with Woojin just now felt amazing.

So I blurted out that lie about getting along better with my boyfriend.

Turning down his offer to “help” more would seem suspicious.

“…Fine. Just a little more. …Until I say I’ve had enough.”

Choosing the most natural response for the situation,

I tugged the blanket we’d pushed aside during sex back over.

Not for any grand reason.

Just because being naked in front of him was embarrassing.

…Even my nipples—

Though they’d only been stimulated briefly,

they were still stiff and hard.

“B-Besides, if you’re supposed to be a dildo, why do you keep moving? …Last time too. Today too.”

Stammering to change the subject, I shifted slightly.

From the edge of the bed, where I could’ve escaped to the bathroom, to the inner side—

The same spot where I’d been riding him earlier, only to end up pulled into his arms and fucked senseless.

Where I’d been pinned beneath him and mated like a dog.

The dampness against my ass now was probably sweat… or maybe… …arousal fluid, or something.

Not wanting Woojin to notice, I covered it with my body as he skillfully rolled on a new condom and climbed onto the bed.

“I never promised to stay still, did I?”

“…You didn’t?”

“Did I? I don’t remember.”

“Ugh… The whole point of being a dildo is that you don’t move…”

“Then should I stay still from now on, just like you want?”

“……”

What’s there to think about?

Of course the answer is yes.

Even if it’s the same sex, him moving on his own changes the tone entirely.

…That’s what my head says.

But.

“Seol Da-bin?”

“……”

Because of what just happened.

Because of how my body had been moments ago, face buried in the pillow, gasping and moaning.

I took a moment to choose my words.

About five seconds after his question,

I muttered to Woojin, who was smirking knowingly.

“…Then do it like this.”

“Do what?”

“Only move… when I’m too tired to keep going… …That’s the deal.”

For some reason, my cheeks burned.

As I pulled the blanket a little higher.

“First you tell me not to move, now this. Do you want a fully automatic dildo or something?”

“Shut up. I’d prefer if you stayed still, but since you won’t listen anyway, I’m compromising.”

“If you want me to stay still, I will. I told you last time—having sex with you was my lifelong wish.”

“Li… When did you say that?! Stop saying weird stuff! To a woman who already has a boyfriend…!”

“Something about how you wouldn’t care if you died from overexertion. Close enough.”

“…I remember that… but that’s not the same as a lifelong wish…”

“Anyway. Be clear. Do you want me to stay still or not?”

“……”

It’s not that I want him to stay still.

It’s that staying still is the right thing to do.

Because then I can feel slightly less guilty about my “moral conscience.”

Because then I can pretend I’m just masturbating on top of Woojin, not having sex.

Most importantly, because Jiho won’t have any idea I’m doing this.

Maybe accepting Woojin’s offer is the better choice.

But the way Woojin held me earlier, thrusting up into me—

Pinning my lower back and slamming into me over and over—

…It felt so much better,

so much better than when I touch myself,

to the point where there’s no comparison…

“Could you answer faster? I’m reaching my limit here.”

“……”

Glancing at his cock, swollen to the point of looking painful,

I swallowed—still tasting cum—and forced myself to meet his eyes.

If he realized I was staring at his erection, who knows what assumptions he’d make.

And those assumptions would definitely feel disgusting.

After glaring at him conflictedly, I finally averted my gaze and answered.

“…What do you want to do?”

“Me?”

“…You said you’re at your limit.”

“Hah… Well, obviously…”

…Call it passing the buck.

His answer was obvious anyway.

Pretending I hadn’t already guessed,

I stayed seated as Woojin leaned in and whispered in my ear—

“I want to fuck you as hard as I want. All night. Until I’m satisfied. That’d feel so much better.”

“…It’s broad daylight. Are you trying to die from overexertion…?”

“With a woman like you, I doubt I’d have any regrets.”

“Stop talking nonsense. Just… ”

“…”

“Don’t move unless I’m too tired. …Got it?”

As if I had no other choice.

“Damn, kids these days are all spoiled brats. Even that bastard couldn’t last a day before quitting.”

“That’s why I’m sayin’, at this rate, might as well call a crane operator. You know what a crane is, kid? These corrupt assholes take kickbacks, so they rake in millions like it’s nothing.”

“Ah… Stop exaggerating. I’m not that good at anything.”

“Kid, you’re faster than that damn crane! If that ain’t ace material, what is?”

“Ahaha. Oh, hold on—I’ll be right back, just gotta hit the restroom.”

“Tch, right when we’re eatin’… Hurry back.”

During a quick lunch at a workers’ diner,

Baek Jiho flashed a bright smile amid the rough dialects and excused himself outside.

Of course, the restroom was just an excuse.

His ears were ringing from the clatter of materials and the workers’ gruff voices.

He just needed a moment alone.

…This was his first time trying manual labor.

It kinda suited him. Or maybe not.

The way they kept praising him felt like they were buttering him up to keep him around.

Was this what adult politics was like? He wasn’t sure.

Being new to the workforce, he had no choice but to roll with it.

But since some of the guys seemed genuine, this path might not be so bad if he couldn’t figure out what else to do.

Unlike the frustration of thinking, Why am I only good at this?—aside from top-tier geniuses like Da-bin, among the average crowd, he seemed to be doing the best.

Maybe next month, he’d take a break and try something else…

Use the money to help with Da-bin’s tuition too…

Tapping the safety helmet he’d taken off while eating, Jiho pulled out his phone.

“Hah…”

His head was throbbing from the older guys’ voices.

Maybe hearing Da-bin’s voice for a bit

would help before going back in.