episode_0425

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He was probably working out.

If he wasn’t hanging out with friends, he usually spent his time exercising or on his phone.

That must’ve been it.

He must’ve been startled by a bug.

I thought I heard a faint curse—if a bug had appeared, it made sense.

I don’t know about the current Davin, but as a kid, he’d recoil at the sight of bugs.

That must’ve been it.

He was probably straining himself, grunting.

Since he was in the middle of exercising when I called, hearing faint, labored breaths over the phone wasn’t strange.

The sound of him stifling a groan was only natural.

He even explained right away—his leg muscles had cramped up.

Bang- After that small noise, Davin suddenly said he’d call me back later.

This was the same. No need to overthink it.

My timing was just bad—I interrupted his workout.

Of course he’d say he’d call back later.

That made sense.

All of it made sense.

“…….”

So why—

Why does my brain keep forcing these memories together…?

Why is it conjuring up these delusions—

And why, of all things—

“…Haa…….”

—Am I stuck with something so absurd?

Never in my life has this happened.

Why?

Why can’t I even step out of the bathroom?

Why—

Of all times—

…Does it have to be so stiff, so fucking ridiculous?

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“H-Hey, you’re too worked up… so… take it slow………”

“Cut the bullshit. Stop pushing back—you’re in the way.”

“You damn… ghh… I’ll behave… like you want… just slow down…!”

“Slow down? Could you hold back if you were in my place? With a woman who clenches around me like this even after taking her boyfriend’s call?”

“That… that’s because you’re… hah… too… big… It’s only natural…… hng… ugh…”

Ever since the call ended until now, he’d been slamming into me without restraint—

And as if unsatisfied, he plunged back in to the hilt.

Again and again, battering the deepest part of me, where even brushing against it should’ve been off-limits—

Then, as if still not satisfied,

Seo Woojin pressed his firm body flush against mine,

pinning me down—

until shameful moans spilled from my lips.

Genuinely.

“Of course it’s natural to tighten around it—if that were true, you wouldn’t say shit. Idiot.”

“Tch… ngh, hah… ha… haa…”

“Even with just half-assed thrusting, you still squeeze like you’re begging for cum. Don’t tell me you don’t know what state your body’s in?”

“Shut up…! As if I’d— hah—do this because I wanted… to…!”

“So you’re just feeling that good, huh? …Then again, your boyfriend back in Paju can’t reach you here anyway.”

“…Shut your damn… mouth— Hhk?!”

I tried to shove his upper body away with both hands, but a woman’s strength alone couldn’t possibly—

If I pushed back too hard, though, if Seo Woojin took my rejection badly—

What if he called Baek Jiho first?

So all I could do was offer feeble resistance—

Token protests he could easily ignore—

while taking him inside me once again,

all the way to the deepest part.

“You said it yourself. That your boyfriend’s fucking tiny.”

“I did, but… hah… that doesn’t mean… press there and grind—”

“I figured at best, this is how far he reaches.”

“…Ngkh,”

Slowly.

Dragging the head along every ridge inside me, slowly.

Demonstrating just how much bigger he was than Baek Jiho, slowly.

Thrusting shallow—only as deep as I’d described—

before retreating—

then driving back in with a scoff.

Then, he asked:

“How the hell did you two even make up?”

“Hah… haa… ha……”

“Did you fake it with him too? Moaned for him like a good little actress?”

“…Shut up and fuck me… Just drop dead from a stroke already…”

Did you lie through your teeth back then?

Luckily, he didn’t press further—

but he clearly still doubted my words.

Gasping between curses, I forced my brow to furrow instead of slacken with pleasure—

and glared straight at Seo Woojin.

Before me stood a body utterly unlike mine:

Thick muscle. Thick veins.

Arms that dwarfed my slender wrists pressed futilely against his chest.

And pupils dark with dopamine after everything that just happened.

If Baek Jiho hadn’t called—

If I’d just let him fuck me without complicating things—

Would Seo Woojin still look this smug?

I should’ve turned off my phone. Too late now.

…I’d helped Seo Woojin hide it from Baek Jiho.

And now this idiot was drunk on the thrill of it.

Until the dopamine flooding his brain burned itself out—

I had no choice but to endure.

“…Y-You bastard… Hah, ngh…”

His cock, hard from arousal and slick with my shameful wetness—

toyed with my weak spots at will and ravaged untouched depths without mercy.

Back during my first time, I couldn’t take him this deep—

Had a month of that damn dildo molded me to his shape?

Now he reached even further—

until his pelvis pressed flush against me, crushing my skin beneath him.

But I’d never tell him.

Even the pleasure points he’d carved into me—spots Baek Jiho could never touch—

…To admit how good it felt when he punished my deepest parts, grinding ruthlessly past my cervix—

He’d already guessed from my reactions—

but if I said it aloud—

I knew what kind of garbage would spill from that bastard’s mouth.

Biting my lip, I used my forearm to hide my pleasure-twisted face—

when—

“…?! W-Wait, why are you— biting me there—”

“Your ankle. Problem?”

“Problem?! Of course it’s weird…!”

My thighs, trembling uncontrollably until now, suddenly squeezed together—

then, before I knew it, his arm hooked behind my knee and pulled me closer—

as he sank his teeth lightly into my pale ankle.

“Why—why would you bite me there?!”

“Just playing around. Not like I bit hard enough to leave a mark.”

“That doesn’t mean—!”

“It’ll fade in minutes.”

“…….”

…Right. Barely even felt it. If I ignored it, it’d vanish soon enough.

But—why?

Why do something like that?

Kiss marks on collarbones, teeth on nipples, even marks on a girl’s nape—

I’d seen those in porn before—

but ankles?

…Did Seo Woojin have some kind of fetish?

Unless I had some leg kink I didn’t know about—

This made no sense unless—

My thoughts were cut short.

“…Ngh?! Hah—S-Stop… suddenly thrusting like… that……”

Again. Thud. Thud.

His cock hammered deep, branding me from the inside—

and for some reason—

This was incomparable.

Far more relentless than before.

Panting roughly, I slapped at the arm pinning my thigh—

“I-I get it… I was wrong… Just—hah—just stop moving… nhh…”

“Wrong? You didn’t do shit. Hold onto your legs if you can’t stop squirming.”

“Because you bit me earlier…! You’re… doing this on purpose…!”

“What? I’m moving the same as before.”

“How is this—! Ah—No, stop—I can’t—!”

“I’m fucking you exactly like I was earlier.”

“…You goddamn… pervert… You’re thrusting… way filthier now……”

“…….”

“…Hhk?!”

…I didn’t expect—

this to follow.

“Take… it out… Ah! N-No…!”

“Why? You’re this close again. You like it too, don’t you?”

“…Just… stop—it’s too much… ngh… god… …”

“Stop? Didn’t you say you wanted me dead from a stroke?”

“I never— told you to—…!”

He pinned my wrists down—rendering me helpless—

so all I could do was grip the sheets, desperately clinging to composure—

But he didn’t care.

Just rutted into me like an animal—

…Using me like nothing more than a fleshlight—

I turned my face away to hide my unraveling expression—

but again, he didn’t care.

Persistent.

Ruthless.

Driving into me over—

and over—

and over—

until—

Just as I’d feared—

Infuriatingly—

It felt too good.

“Huu… hhh…”

“Hah… hhng… ……, ngh…”

“…Hey, Seol Dahvin. …Clean me up with your mouth like before.”

“…Y-You nhh—”

“Also… you get it now, right? What kind of sex guys like.”

“…….”

“Go try it on your boyfriend next time. …Doubt he can do this, though.”

Just one act of defiance set Seo Woojin off—

and now here I was—

genuinely getting railed raw,

squirting pitifully beneath him—

while being told to lick him clean.

…I never saw this coming.

…I never meant for things… to go this far.

“Oh, Dahvin!”

“…Hey.”

“Isn’t your break over tomorrow? Why’d you come meet me? It’s not like I got back from deployment or something.”

“It’s just outside the house. Not like I walked all the way to the station.”

“Pfft… Mimicking me? Whatever, still glad to see you after so long. Lately, it’s just been old guys and aunties around… Oh, wait—do I smell? Kinda worried…”

“Nah. Just some weird fabric softener scent. It’s fine.”

“Really? Whew…”

“…….”

“S-So… It’s been a while since it’s just us.”

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“…Can I hug you before we go inside? Just, y’know… platonically.”

“…? Sure? Since when did you ask permission for that? …C’mere.”

“…….”

“…….”

“…….”

“…Yah. Too tight—can’t breathe…”

“…Haah…”

“…What? That’s it? Just ‘cause I said I couldn’t breathe?”

“…N-No, just… needed to recharge my Seol Dahvin energy.”

“The hell kind of weeb shit is that? Pick that up from YouTube?”

“Haha…”

“Anyway, good work today. With your job and all.”

“…Mm. See you later.”