episode_0433

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Upon returning home and ruminating over it, I realized there were definitely more than a few oddities.

And if the two of them had been an ordinary couple, how would they have handled it? The more I thought about it, the stranger it all seemed.

So here’s what I concluded:

After Seol Da-bin inadvertently hurt Baek Ji-ho, he developed the strange preference Yozora had mentioned.

There’s no 100% definitive proof of causality, but chronologically, this makes sense.

Back when Seol Da-bin made that mistake, it seems he definitely got aroused.

In the end, to sum it up, he pretended to be disappointed by his girlfriend’s infidelity like any normal boyfriend would,

all while scheming to extract even more stimulating “evidence” from me under that pretext.

“…….”

…It’s even more twisted than I thought.

All I can do is laugh.

What the hell am I supposed to do about this?

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About ten days had passed since I learned Baek Ji-ho’s true intentions.

At first, I expected that if I didn’t send him any evidence for a long time, he’d eventually press me to hurry up. But contrary to my expectations, he never reached out to me at all.

At first, I found it odd, but I quickly figured out why.

A normal boyfriend would hope never to receive such evidence—pushing for it would only make things suspicious.

Baek Ji-ho must have realized that too, which is why he stayed silent.

Other than that, everything else was the same as usual.

Just ordinary, uneventful days passing by.

Today, since Baek Seo-yeon had texted me early on the weekend, I was spending time at her place.

“…You’re holding up better than I expected. I thought you’d have poured everything out to Seol Da-bin by now.”

“She’ll see him tonight anyway. Or maybe late at night.”

“Then I guess you can do it a hundred more times from now on.”

“…You’re joking, right?”

Ever since we started having sex, she’s been subtly bringing up Seol Da-bin a lot.

…Naturally, the conversation eventually turned to the dilemma I’ve been grappling with lately.

With her cute, bluish-white fox tail on display,

and the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air for a while,

before I knew it, we were—

“…What kind of preference even is that? Explain it properly.”

“I’m not sure either. I looked it up, and apparently, the whole point is deliberately having it taken away.”

“That’s absolute nonsense….”

“Come to think of it, didn’t you hear Yozora talking about it last time?”

“…Of course not. Listening to her is a waste of energy.”

“A waste? You barely have any close friends, yet you’re that harsh on Yozora?”

“…Shut up. Yozora’s the weird one, playing spy while making tons of friends. She really needs to quit soon… Anyway, what should I even search for? That… preference thing.”

Gathered on the plush sofa, we were discussing the preferences of a certain pervert.

“NT… NTR? NTS?”

“An abbreviation?”

“Probably. Not sure. If you’re really curious, look up the etymology.”

“Hold on. Then…”

“Hey, why are you sitting so uncomfortably?”

“This makes it easier to look together… Isn’t it?”

“You could’ve just looked from the side… No, never mind. Just stay like that.”

Baek Seo-yeon, wearing nothing but a comfortable box tee with no underwear, wedged herself between my legs along with her smartphone.

So, awkwardly making space for her, I peered over her shoulder at her phone screen.

Unsurprisingly, the search results that popped up for Baek Seo-yeon were no different from what I’d found when I looked it up before.

From small explanations of what NTS was to black-and-white illustrations.

Since I’d already skimmed through all of it once, none of it struck me as particularly noteworthy.

Just, “Huh, so this kind of world exists too.” That was about it.

But for Baek Seo-yeon, it seemed to be a fresh shock. She occasionally clicked her tongue and scrolled down aggressively.

Less like she was reading and more like she was trying to push it all out of sight.

“…There’s really a preference like this? Getting excited over deliberately handing your lover to someone else…? Instead of being pissed…? Are they insane?”

For some reason, Baek Seo-yeon was grumbling more emotionally than usual.

Adjusting my posture so she could lean comfortably against me, I continued the conversation we’d been having earlier.

Namely, the reason we’d even ended up talking about this.

It all traced back to what had happened between Baek Ji-ho and me a few days prior.

“I’ve been ignoring him for now. But is that the right move?”

“Hard to say. I can’t tell you what’s definitively right… But I probably would’ve ignored him too. It’s just infuriating.”

Yeah. That’s how a normal person would react.

Wrapping my arm around Baek Seo-yeon’s waist, I exhaled lightly and leaned back into the sofa.

“…….”

Honestly,

isn’t there a way to screw Baek Ji-ho over instead?

Lost in that thought,

If he’s a masochist, the best way to deal with him is to ensure he never gets what he wants.

In other words, sending Baek Ji-ho nothing at all is actually the optimal choice.

What he wants to see is Seol Da-bin panting like a bitch beneath me.

So, to ensure he never gets that, the best course is to keep my relationship with Seol Da-bin confined to my place, just like now.

Logically, I know this is the safest path.

But seeing Baek Ji-ho scheming like this…

Rather than just leaving him frustrated with no information,

I’d much prefer a situation that pisses him off even more.

“…I’ll shower first.”

After my talk with Baek Seo-yeon, another weekend arrived.

A caramel-colored sunset filled the room in the late afternoon.

Seol Da-bin, who had gone through five or six condoms as usual, uttered the same words she always did. Nodding, I sat on the edge of the bed as the bathroom door closed behind her.

Let me think.

What would be the most infuriating moment for Baek Ji-ho?

First, I don’t want to give Seol Da-bin back.

From the moment I took her virginity, she became mine.

So, I need to think of a way to keep her definitively taken while still making Baek Ji-ho seethe.

What would that look like?

“…This is tough.”

Lately, I’ve been stuck on this thought, but frustratingly, I still haven’t come up with a solid idea.

Getting her pregnant or marking her as mine in some obvious way might just please him instead.

On the other hand, dragging things out in a way a masochist would hate would essentially mean returning Seol Da-bin to him, which defeats the purpose.

No matter how much I think about it, the best I’ve got is teasing him with ambiguous photos and videos to frustrate him.

Maybe I should attach a price tag to them?

Charge him exorbitantly for each photo and video…

“…No, he might just get off on having to pay.”

Scratch that idea.

Rubbing my throbbing temples, I let out a deep sigh and lay back on the bed.

In the end, the most foolproof method is still to outright ignore his previous proposal.

For now, all I can do is corrupt Seol Da-bin as much as possible.

The memories, friendship, and affection built between them—

shattering it all with just my cock, until she finally chooses me.

That’s bound to flood him with dopamine.

“I’m done show—… Hey, wait…”

As Seol Da-bin patted her hair dry with a towel, I moved in to kiss her.

As always, she blocked me, saying kissing wasn’t allowed—but I didn’t care.

Lightly biting the hand covering my lips, I pinned her damp body against the wall right next to the bathroom.

Thud. The sound of her shoulder blades hitting the wall.

She muttered something about doing this on the bed instead, but I ignored her and kept going.

Pushing aside the hand still covering my mouth,

I buried my face near her neck,

gripping the soft flesh of her breasts.

Even as she kept trying to shove me away, insisting we shouldn’t do this here,

her stiffened nipples betrayed her.

Amused, I pinched them between my fingers and kissed her neck, leaving marks as she flinched and cursed.

From her neck, I trailed kisses up to her ear,

her cheek,

her jaw.

When I tried to reach her lips again, she stopped me just like before.

Even as her eyes burned with lust, she stubbornly guarded her lips.

I pressed my lips to her palm for a moment before sighing and moving my hand lower.

Just like her hardened nipples, my fingers kept getting slick with her arousal.

Each time, I smeared it across her toned thighs, but she only shuddered without protest.

She must know it too—she just doesn’t want to admit it.

With my fingers glistening, I gripped her waist, her ass, then hoisted her up slightly,

forcing her onto her tiptoes.

“…P-Put on a condom…”

“I’ll finish outside.”

“Stop with the informal—! What if you make a mistake and finish inside…?!”

Her pussy pulsed, swollen with blood, as I rubbed the head of my bare cock against her tight entrance.

But she refused outright, insisting it was absolutely out of the question.

“Then at least let me kiss you.”

“…You don’t need to.”

“Then there’s no reason not to.”

“Don’t twist my words. There is a reason. This is…”

“Because it’s something people in love do?”

“…….”

“Sex isn’t, though?”

“…….”

“…Well, no. You’re not doing this because you like me—you’re just turned on by my dick.”

“…….”

Her body, damp with the scent of my shampoo and body wash,

was at my mercy as I asked, but—

“…That’s why it’s a no… We’re not in love…”

“…Pfft. Fine.”

Rejected again.

After rolling a condom over my throbbing cock, I took her right outside the bathroom.

…She won’t let me kiss her, but the moment I start pounding into her, her expression melts like a bitch in heat.

That masochist would love seeing that.

“…What do you think your boyfriend’s reaction would be if I sent him a video of this? The way your lower stomach bulges every time I push in.”

“Stop with the crazy… talk… Just… keep fucking me… Ohh…”

Let’s keep it a secret from that pervert.

No recordings, no evidence.

Just emptying the sticky condom,

again and again.

Making her swallow,

discarding it,

and continuing.

Until the caramel-colored sun vanished completely.