episode_0434

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Somehow, today felt unusually excessive.

Even considering it’s the weekend, it wasn’t this intense last week or the week before.

On my way home after being relentlessly demanded by Seo Woojin for hours, I pulled my baseball cap low over my face as usual to hide my expression. Waiting for the crosswalk signal under the moonlight, I recalled what had just happened.

Of course, I’d known for a while that Woojin’s libido was insane.

It wasn’t just based on his past words—I’d seen it with my own eyes when he and Hayun went at it until dawn.

Still, I’d assumed he at least held back a little with me.

But today was definitely strange.

Normally, he’d go for just over an hour—about five rounds. Today, he took me more than twice that number.

And he dragged it out for ages.

…I’m not completely ignorant about sex, so I know even his usual five rounds is way above average for most guys.

But today, he doubled that.

…Is he even human?

If it were Baek Jihyo, he’d probably stop at…

No. Never mind. What’s the point of comparing?

Seo Woojin is just a living dildo to me.

Sex was something I stumbled into after a string of bad luck. I won’t deny it felt better than expected, but that’s it.

Even though, thanks to that bastard Woojin, I’ve gone from worrying, “Will it even fit?” to now ramming my dildo all the way to the hilt when I masturbate—that’s still all it is.

…Just like Woojin said when he pinned me against the wall earlier, it’s just because seeing his dick turns me on. That’s it.

No matter how much I think about it, there’s no love involved.

That kind of feeling is reserved for someone like Baek Jihyo—a man who makes me feel at ease, like family.

Not some pervert like Seo Woojin.

“Dahyun-ah!”

“…?”

Absolutely, absolutely not.

As I wiped my lips with the back of my hand—lips that had almost touched Woojin’s—a familiar voice called out from beside me.

No way. Must be someone with the same name. But it wasn’t a stranger’s voice, so I couldn’t pretend otherwise.

My last resort was to ignore it and cross the street, but this damn crosswalk stubbornly refused to turn green.

Reluctantly, I glanced toward the voice.

And sure enough.

There stood two faces I knew all too well.

“Ah, Hayun. …And Jiyun’s here too.”

“What are you doing here? Did you forget something at the academy on a Friday?”

“Hello, sunbae. Long time no see.”

Hayun, whom I saw every day, looking exactly as usual.

And Jiyun, whom I hadn’t seen in a while—now acting much more natural compared to how overly friendly she’d been when we first met.

…Seo Woojin’s women.

“Ah, well… I left my earphones behind, so…”

“I see… Earphones…”

Lying straight to their faces left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Like gulping down a mouthful of herbal medicine, its aftertaste lingering.

“…But how’d you recognize me? I’ve got my cap and hood on…”

“Huh? How wouldn’t I? Your face isn’t that hidden.”

“…Ah.”

Luckily, they didn’t seem to notice anything off.

Hayun, wearing a soft cardigan in the cool early autumn air, smiled brightly as she answered.

…Still, the memory of overhearing the sisters’ conversation during the festival made my chest tighten.

And the fact that just moments ago, I’d been clawing at Woojin’s back during sex made my conscience prick at me.

I forced myself to keep talking.

“Where are you two headed?”

“We were…”

Hayun started to answer but suddenly hesitated, blinking.

I didn’t need her to say it—it was obvious.

Hayun and Jiyun walking together, in this area near the academy and Woojin’s place.

The conclusion was glaringly obvious.

So the gears turning in Hayun’s head right now? Probably her worrying that saying they were meeting Woojin would cause misunderstandings.

Honestly, the odds of anyone jumping to conclusions about two sisters were like 0.01%.

Normal people (99.9%) would just assume they were hanging out together.

Lee Hayun, you pervert.

“…….”

But right now…

The smell. What do I do?

We aired the room out, but sweat and sex—it’s definitely still lingering.

And that…

The stuff that leaked out uncontrollably at the end.

No matter how much I begged Woojin to stop, he wouldn’t listen.

“It’s fine, just let it out,” he kept whispering in my ear, reassuring me.

So, trembling, I…

Ended up staining the bedsheet multiple times.

“…Going to see your boyfriend? He lives around here, right?”

“Ah, yeah. That’s right. Yeah.”

I can’t get caught.

If Woojin’s secret gets exposed like this, he won’t keep mine either.

He’d blab about the hideous dildo I bought—uglier than Baek Jihyo’s.

He’d even reveal that we’ve been doing this.

Rather than just watching things unfold, maybe I should steer them away a little…

“We’re meeting him up ahead, then heading to Hongdae! Jiyun’s coming too. Right?”

“…Yeah. And since he hasn’t had dinner yet, we’re grabbing food together.”

“…….”

Buying time would be best.

But I was so… embarrassed.

The moment the crosswalk light changed, I probably muttered a quick goodbye and bolted.

From there to the subway, my memory’s hazy.

Exactly from that day on.

The frequency of my encounters with Seo Woojin skyrocketed.

He’d always called me out often, but now it was the number of rounds per day that changed.

One day, we went 30 minutes longer.

Then an hour. Then two.

If it had been gradual, I might’ve brushed it off. But no—it was sudden.

A straight-up doubling at once.

Maybe that’s why. Lately, I’ve almost passed out in Woojin’s bed from exhaustion.

If I stayed out without notice, my mom would lecture me to death, so I always forced myself awake to go home.

……At least I don’t have to secretly use my extreme dildo at home anymore.

Anyway.

This dickhead trash—didn’t he say he had other partners besides me?

If he spends this much time on me, when does he even see them?

He never gave me an exact number, but if he keeps this up, won’t it cause problems later?

With pointless worries for others, I was about to leave today when—

Suddenly, plans changed.

Well.

Hmm.

[Seo Woojin] – Do you have other plans today?

[Seol Dahyun] – Do you like it that much with me? Why do you keep calling me nonst│ – Do you like it that much with m│ – Do y│ – I have to stay home today, so it’s│ – I have to stay home t│ – T│ – Can’t do long. – Need to be back by 9.

[Seo Woojin] – Why?

[Seol Dahyun] – Baek Jihyo’s arriving in Seoul soon. – Around 9.

…Because of this text exchange.

I thought I could just stop by Woojin’s place quickly, but—

[Seo Woojin] – Then take today off. – It’s been a while since you’ve seen your boyfriend, right?

[Seol Dahyun] – Didn’t know you were so considerate. – Just yesterday, you were pounding me from behind while gripping my nape. – …And about that, you don’t have to pay for laundry? It was drenched in my fluids.

[Seo Woojin] – I said it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. – You freaked out last time over rainwater on your clothes when you were with your boyfriend. – Anyway, have a good time. I’ll handle things myself today.

…Take the day off, he says.

Uncharacteristically considerate of him.

“…Ugh…”

It was barely past 6 PM.

What did I usually do at this time?

Lately, all I could remember was being pinned under Woojin, so I frowned briefly.

To kill the remaining three hours, I lay on my bed and scrolled through my phone.

First, I deleted my chat history.

Just the ones with Woojin—easy enough.

Cleared my browser history too, just in case.

Jihyo’s never snooped before, but if he ever did and saw searches like:

“How to not cum too fast during sex”

Or “What men like during…”

I’d want to bite my tongue off.

Next, I hid my dildo deeper.

Before, I balanced convenience with secrecy to avoid my mom finding it.

But now, it had to stay hidden.

Besides, lately, Woojin and I go until exhaustion—no, whatever.

After organizing everything, I watched YouTube until it was almost 9.

No texts about traffic delays, so I went out to meet him.

“……Oh.”

“Ah.”

But this time, I was slightly late.

I didn’t run into Jihyo at the apartment entrance—just as I stepped out of the elevator on the first floor.

Jihyo stared blankly at me, his outfit neater than I expected.

I’d worried he’d look scruffy after living among older men, but no.

Only downside? His hair had gotten way longer.

Should’ve come down five minutes earlier.

I forced an awkward smile, pulled my hands from my hoodie pocket, and lightly punched his shoulder.

“Why the blank stare? Surprised to see me after so long?”

“…No. Not surprised, just… Hmm.”

Adjusting his heavy backpack (was it full?), Jihyo hesitated before answering in a quieter voice.

“…Thought you were going out.”

“Going out? Why would I, when you’re arriving?”

“…Right.”

“Pfft… Weirdo. Hurry up and get in the elevator.”

“Ah, uh. That thing—the bear plushie I gave you. Still have it?”

“‘Still have it’? It’s just sitting on my bookshelf. Why?”

“…Nothing. Just checking.”

“…….”

“I’ll drop my stuff off first.”

Why did he suddenly swing his backpack to his front?

I didn’t get it, but…

…Was he worried it’d bump into me in the tight elevator?