episode_0430

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Fortunately, I didn’t have to make Baek Jiho wait for an hour.

Arriving at the subway station near my house a little earlier than the promised 40 minutes, I headed straight to the convenience store we’d agreed on.

Following Seo Woojin’s advice, I made sure to let a few raindrops dampen my hair.

Honestly, I doubted it would make much of a difference, but it’d be weird if I smelled like something other than my usual shampoo. A sort of… dilution effect. A flimsy insurance policy, if you will.

The only thing that slightly bothered me was the fact that I was wearing a bucket hat and carrying an umbrella…

It’s not like he’d interrogate me over something like this, but even if he did, I could just brush it off.

Maybe I walked around in the rain for a bit since it had mostly stopped by then—something like that.

Anyway, as long as I stayed calm, it’d be fine.

This stupid, forced relationship—extorted by Seo Woojin—was something Baek Jiho didn’t need to know about.

I was more than enough to carry the frustration of dealing with that pervert.

“Welcome.”

The first convenience store you’d see when heading from the apartment toward the subway station.

As I stepped into the store I frequented, I spotted a familiar face sitting at one of the tables inside.

Soon after, the faint smell of instant noodles and hot bars hit me.

As if confirming my nose wasn’t mistaken, neatly arranged trash sat near Baek Jiho.

After putting away my umbrella, I walked straight to the table.

“Sigh… You didn’t have to come all the way out to meet me…”

“It’s fine. I was getting a little hungry anyway. I told you that on the phone earlier, remember?”

When I rubbed the back of my neck, acting like I felt bad, he just smiled softly and told me not to worry.

Truthfully, it wasn’t guilt—more like fear that he’d find out about what happened with Seo Woojin. But, well. I couldn’t exactly say that.

In the worst-case scenario, if I had to explain how things got to this point…

Even the fact that I’d tried to secretly buy a dildo behind his back would come to light.

So I played it off like nothing happened, pretending I’d just met up with a friend.

By then, Baek Jiho seemed to have finished eating, gathering his trash as he stood up.

“Need to buy anything? If not, let’s head back quickly. Your mom’s gonna be mad.”

“…We’re fine with this much time. It only gets risky past midnight…”

After that, nothing out of the ordinary happened—just a very, very ordinary routine.

Walking home while exchanging idle chatter.

That was something Baek Jiho and I had been doing for over ten years, after all.

No questions about shampoo smells like I’d worried—just trivial conversations.

Questions about whether anything noteworthy had happened at the academy since the second semester started.

Answers like, The student council president came up to me and asked if something was wrong.

Muttering to myself, Even though we’re in the same grade, I’ve barely seen her, but she still worries about me, huh?

More muttering, That student council president noona is really pretty.

Baek Seoyeon is definitely pretty. My friends even confessed to her, saying they had nothing to lose, only to get brutally rejected.

The usual scolding, You’re saying that in front of your girlfriend?

Arguments that never lasted more than ten minutes, starting with, It’s not like I want to date her, I’m just saying she’s pretty, that’s allowed, right?

Kicking Baek Jiho’s legs playfully while exchanging random banter, we soon reached the apartment elevator.

It was just past 11 PM by then.

Honestly, whether Baek Jiho came out to meet me or stayed home watching YouTube wouldn’t have made much difference.

But still, the fact that he tried to help was real.

As he pressed the elevator button, I was about to thank him when—

“By the way, Da-bin, there’s something I’m curious about.”

“What is it this time?”

The door is closing.

Along with the quiet announcement, an unusual question reached my ears.

“Why’d you wear that hat today? You usually only wear it on weekend mornings when you haven’t washed your hair.”

“…….”

Ah.

So it wasn’t the shampoo smell—it was the hat itself.

I could just say it was a fashion choice.

Or that I didn’t like how my hair looked after lying down.

Those were the first excuses that came to mind, and if I thought longer, I could come up with better ones.

But.

Since I had already thought about it, I ended up saying—

“…This? I was lying down earlier, and my hair got flattened. So I just put it on.”

“Ah~”

Between the question and answer.

About one second.

A brief silence lingered.

“…….”

“…….”

Luckily, Baek Jiho didn’t seem to think much of it.

Now that I think about it, Yozora mentioned something like this before.

That there’s a kink where people get more excited when things are taken from them.

After Seol Da-bin left, I stood in front of the foggy mirror, brushing my teeth as I continued my train of thought.

Before questioning whether Baek Jiho had noticed something suspicious in that call earlier.

A few days ago, while pushing my fingers—and then my cock—inside Seol Da-bin, we’d been on a call.

Thinking back on it, it wouldn’t be strange if Baek Jiho had picked up on something.

First. Seol Da-bin had answered the phone with a flustered voice.

Second. Though she played it off as being in the middle of exercising, she’d been moaning shamelessly the entire call.

Third. When I finally thrust into her, she’d dropped the phone far away, but—

Could he really have heard nothing at all?

At the very least, wouldn’t the sound of the phone slamming into something soft have carried through?

Looking at it piece by piece, there were too many suspicious points.

Of course, maybe I only felt that way because I already knew the truth…

“…Ptui.”

For now, I’ll just keep watching.

Confronting Baek Jiho with only this much evidence felt a little too risky.

I’d wait until I had one more solid piece of proof.

“Phew…”

“If you’re back, go wash up. Do you know what time it is?”

“Yeees…”

Once the tense moment passed, all the tension drained out of me.

The second I got home, I flopped onto the living room couch, only to sluggishly get up at my mom’s passing remark.

…No. Was “tense moment” even the right way to describe it?

When you really thought about it, the current me was—

Just doing things I had no right to do in front of Baek Jiho.

Regardless of how unexpectedly good the sex with that pervert was,

that kind of thing—it wasn’t something you should do when you had a boyfriend.

And today, the second that bastard called, I went running to him again.

It wasn’t something to be proud of.

So maybe the kind of justice-serving, villain-punishing phrases you’d hear in dramas or movies were more fitting, but…

“…….”

It’s because Seo Woojin blackmailed me. I had no choice.

That bastard… I wish he’d just drop dead, like when he pinned me down earlier and fucked me like an animal.

The guilt gnawing at my chest was smothered once again—today, too—with excuses of resignation, acceptance, and inevitability as I finished brushing my teeth.

“Goodnight…”

“Yeah. You sleep early too, Da-bin. School’s started again.”

“…Yeah.”

I did nothing wrong.

It’s all Seo Woojin’s fault.

If the first time with him hadn’t felt that good to begin with—

If he hadn’t caught me at the adult toy store that day—

If he hadn’t shown me his cock, dripping with cum… and my own slick, at the pension—

If he hadn’t asked me to pretend to be asleep so he could calm down—

Things wouldn’t have gotten this bad.

…And if that night, Baek Jiho hadn’t turned me down—

If he’d gotten hard seeing me in the swimsuit he’d helped me put on, staring at me with those openly lustful eyes—

If he’d gotten drunk and pinned me down like last time—

Things wouldn’t have turned out like this either, but…

At least that, I could understand.

If my weird reaction had traumatized him, then I’d be the crazy one for blaming him.

So the real villain is Seo Woojin.

I could just pin everything on that perverted, sex-crazed monster and be done with it…

…That’s how it should be.

“…….”

But no matter how much I shifted the blame onto Seo Woojin out loud,

what was in my head had to be a little different.

Because the words I spoke were just lies, polished by desperate self-justification.

What was in my head was—

Nothing but honest thoughts, completely unfiltered.

“…Before bed…, just a little…, should I…?”

To be honest.

…The sex with that pervert.

Whether it was because he was skilled,

or for some other reason.

Maybe just because his… cock was big.

It felt unbelievably good.

“I left it… inside here…”

…If I could have,

I would’ve wanted it to last longer.

Especially after not doing it for days like this.

After having to make do with a dildo all this time.

…Just how good would it feel?

I even started… looking forward to it.

“Where is it…? Did Mom throw it…? Ah. Found it…”

So when Seo Woojin knocked on the bathroom door earlier,

I wondered… if we’d be doing it in the bathroom this time instead of the bed.

“…Guess I’ll have to clean up with a wet wipe today…”

But when I realized it was because of Baek Jiho’s call,

along with the panic that flashed through me—

…I also felt…

a little disappointed.

Why did you have to call right now?

Couldn’t you have called just a little later?

That kind of thing.

“…Hah… ah… …Ngh…”

Even if I didn’t particularly like Seo Woojin as a person…

…The sex with him,

really,

felt too good.

What was I supposed to do with these conflicting feelings?

Remembering the hard cock I’d sucked on earlier, I pulled down my panties.

The walls of my pussy, sticky and melted just moments ago from being “used” by Seo Woojin, were now completely dry in comparison.

I’d gotten a little excited while looking for the dildo, but that was about it.

Far from being wet enough.

So to speed things up, what I pictured was—

…Naturally.

Not my boyfriend,

but that trash wearing human skin.

“Bastard…, ngh… …Seo Woojin……”

That piece of garbage who had his hands on me despite dating a cute girl like Hayoon—

The way he’d touched me until now.

How he’d licked me,

how he’d fingered me.

Following the memories of what he’d taught me,

I pushed the tip of the dildo—which had only been teasing the entrance—

all the way to the base.

Schlick, thud,

ramming it deep inside.

“…Hhk?! …Ngh, ……Don’t, pound it in like a hammer… It just hurts… ngh…”

Maybe it was because today had been especially busy.

Or because we’d parted earlier without finishing properly.

Quietly enough that no one beyond the wall could hear,

I made a small mistake.