episode_0439

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Including today, roughly three weeks.

That’s how much time had passed since I was forced into submitting to Seo Woojin’s blackmail.

Lately, with how often we’ve been doing it, it feels like it’s been over a month.

But looking at the calendar, it’s definitely been around three weeks.

Countless things have changed since then, but if I had to pick the biggest ones, I could narrow it down to two.

First, Baek Jiho dropped out and is trying to find a new path.

And second… since I’ve been doing that with Seo Woojin almost every day (except during my period), my libido has been skyrocketing exponentially.

Honestly speaking, I was clearly in an unfair position.

Before summer break, my masturbation routine was just rubbing my little bud over my panties at most.

But ever since I accidentally saw that of Baek Jiho’s… No, forget that.

Anyway, if there’s someone out there with a tight lip, I’d at least like to complain like this:

Even if I’d never admit it in front of Seo Woojin, ever since that day I accidentally saw that pervert’s dick…

The day I decided to try using a dildo that resembled it…

The day I… experienced it for the first time because of Seo Woojin…

And now, these days, where I spend hours doing it before parting ways…

My head is always filled with nothing but frustrating thoughts.

So naturally…

…I had no choice.

I couldn’t help but have dirty thoughts more often.

Which is why lately…

…I’ve been living a life soaked in lust.

Whether I relieve it by having sex with Seo Woojin…

Or by locking the door and masturbating to take the edge off…

This perverted life.

It’s all because of Seo Woojin.

I really hate him.

He’s disgusting.

I want to punch him over and over.

I want to report him to the police.

…But he’s disgustingly good at sex.

Which makes me even more annoyed.

“That place we went to last time…”

“About time for midterm evaluations…”

“That thing I ordered a few days ago…”

“…….”

Right after I glanced at Hayun, who was leaving the classroom with light, almost floating steps,

I tore my eyes away from her retreating figure and buried myself in the chatter with my friends.

Yesterday, there was Seoyeon sunbaenim.

Today, Hayun is here, so she won’t come looking for me.

Then… I guess I’ll just have to masturbate alone again.

Not that I’m particularly disappointed…

…

…Ugh.

Just piling up petty frustrations one by one.

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The next day.

October X2.

Weather: Cloudy.

When I arrived at school at a reasonably early time, the usual group of friends were gathered in small clusters, chatting.

Unless something special happens, arrival times don’t suddenly change, so this was a normal sight.

But today, there was one exception.

Someone who usually arrived around the same time as me was nowhere to be seen.

…Hayun. She should be here by now.

“Dabin, you’re here?”

“…Ah, yeah. It’s a bit cold today.”

“Winter weather’s already here… Where did the other seasons even go…?”

It wasn’t like she’d just stepped out for a moment.

If she had, there’d be some trace left on her desk, but it was spotless.

Her usual bag wasn’t there, and the jacket she’d hung on her chair yesterday was gone too.

Well, I guess she must’ve overslept.

Sometimes she sleeps through her phone alarm.

She’ll either barely make it or get a tardy mark. That’s all.

Normally, I would’ve just thought that and moved on.

“Speaking of, Hayun’s later than you today… Achoo! Sniff…”

“…Did you catch a cold? Wear a mask. Before you spread it.”

“Nah, nah. My nose just suddenly itched. And we have the nurse, so it’s fine, right? If I get a cold, I’ll just sneak over and get meds.”

“…You’re a nuisance. A total nuisance.”

“Why~? If I say I have a cold, it’s fun to chat a bit before going, right? Of course, since Hayun has a boyfriend, we gotta keep it appropriate.”

“…….”

If I hadn’t heard that secret yesterday.

I would’ve—

Later that afternoon, October X2.

Weather: Still cloudy.

Maybe everyone’s starting to realize that midterms are just around the corner.

Today, I was exhausted from dealing with my friends all morning.

Even me, sitting in my chair trying to catch my breath.

And next to me, kneeling while panting heavily.

She must’ve been embarrassed in front of the others, so she just said she missed her alarm,

But the real reason she was late was probably because she spent last night having a lot of sex with Seo Woojin.

Hayun, too.

“Hah… Hahhh… Whew…”

“…….”

…Still, her stamina is impressive.

If I’d been put through as much as Hayun oversleeping today, I’d have been groggy all morning, stumbling around half-asleep.

Maybe Hayun’s just used to doing it with Seo Woojin.

To shake off the unnecessary thoughts, I gulped down my drink and glanced at Hayun’s profile.

Annoying stares had been gathering this way for a while now.

Because right next to me, this girl was making obscene panting noises.

“…Wow, damn.”

“You saw it too?”

“…….”

Maybe because she’d been moving around so much, Hayun today had her usual neat gym sweater tied tightly around her waist as she caught her breath.

Maybe it was because of Hayun’s heavy breathing.

Maybe because her sweat-drenched black sports bra was blatantly visible.

Or maybe because her slightly hunched posture made her unexpectedly voluptuous cleavage stand out to those idiots’ eyes.

Honestly, even as a girl, I could see plenty of valid reasons.

Seo Woojin did the same to me sometimes. …Seol Dabin, it’s your fault for looking so tempting.

That’s why he goes this far.

I never thought I’d relate to that here… but whatever.

Unlike me, who wanted to poke those guys’ eyes out right now, Hayun—surprisingly—didn’t seem to care even if people were staring.

Maybe, like me, she’s gotten used to male attention.

Or maybe she’s just naturally oblivious and doesn’t notice the lustful gazes.

…Based on how I’ve known Hayun for nearly two years, I’d say it’s mostly the latter.

What am I supposed to do with this naive, overly kind girl?

Maybe cover her up awkwardly with a tumbler or something…

Or glare at the guys staring too much…

“Dabin…”

“…Yeah, what?”

Right as I was brainstorming solutions,

Hayun, who’d finally caught her breath, wiped the sweat from her chin and spoke.

“Can I go shower first today? …I lied to the others, but the real reason I was late…”

“…I know. I know, so stop there. They might hear.”

I was exhausted from keeping up with Seo Woojin’s libido last night.

I barely slept and had to deal with my friends, so it’s a bit much.

Sorry, but can I rest first?

That’s what she meant.

Well, that pervert bastard. Even at the pension, he kept going at Hayun until dawn.

It’s not like he’d be any different normally.

…When he was with me, didn’t it feel like he was forcing himself to stop because I told him to?

No matter how many times he came, his dick would still twitch, hard as ever.

I’d desperately ignore it and run to the bathroom.

But with Hayun…

…He probably went as much as he wanted, to his heart’s content.

“Go shower. The teachers are around today anyway.”

“The teachers are serious, so at most, they’ll just endure it without trying anything… Anyway, thanks, Dabin.”

“…Yeah.”

Lunch break wasn’t far off.

After dealing with one or two more people, I could just say I needed to shower and escape.

Shooing Hayun away as she awkwardly smiled and apologized again, I stepped back into the sparring area.

Later that evening, October X2.

Weather: A crisp autumn breeze.

Today, I went out to eat with Baek Jiho’s family.

Not too far.

A 10-minute drive from home was today’s destination.

I heard it’s a famous hanjeongsik (traditional Korean course meal) place, but personally, it felt a bit… off.

Not that there was anything particularly bad about it, but most hanjeongsik places feel like they cater to older tastes. This one was no different.

With so many traditional elements, the food felt a bit… outdated.

Even the sweet dishes were just mildly sweet by my standards.

But since I wasn’t paying—my parents were—complaining too much would just earn me a scolding.

So after finishing the meal with the usual “It was delicious” and other polite phrases, I slipped away from the uncomfortable floor seating.

On the way out, I dragged along my awkwardly seated boyfriend.

“Hey, Baek Jiho.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you like the food here?”

“Well… It was okay?”

“See, this is why I hate being dragged to weird places…”

“Guess you didn’t like it, Dabin.”

“I wouldn’t pay to eat here. Remember that.”

Even though the sky had been overcast all day, by evening, it had cleared enough for scattered stars to peek through.

In other words, perfect weather for the walks Baek Jiho loved.

Since the adults’ conversation was boring, planning something like this would’ve been nice.

If it were the usual me, I would’ve done just that.

“…….”

“…….”

…The day before yesterday, it was Seoyeon sunbaenim.

Yesterday, it was Hayun.

So today, he’d probably do it with someone else.

Instead of the me who kept fidgeting with my phone because of that thought,

The usual, carefree me would’ve—

“…The stars are really clear tonight. Right?”

“Yeah. For Seoul, at least.”

“They’d be even clearer in the countryside. Fewer buildings… Ah, wait a sec.”

While talking to my boyfriend, Seo Woojin texted.

I didn’t step back.

I didn’t check the message while watching Baek Jiho’s reaction, worried he might see the screen.

I didn’t bite my lip reading the message.

[Seo Woojin] – Stay with your boyfriend until I call for you.

– It’ll look more natural, and no one will suspect anything. Since you don’t like me anyway.

– Must be nice for you these days. Not having to see my face.

“Who texted you?”

“…A friend.”

“A friend… The one from the pension last time?”

“Yeah.”

“…Hmm. If they’re asking to hang out, you can go. I don’t mind. I like relaxing at home too.”

“It’s fine. I’ll just rest at home today too.”

“I said you can go…”

“I’ll rest. I’m tired. Tired.”

“…Okay.”

“…….”

Would I have worried about something as ridiculous as,

Will masturbating alone really satisfy me today?

If it were the usual me.

“Should we head back? I dragged you out because it was stuffy inside, but it’s kinda cold out here.”

“Really cold? …Want me to give you my jacket?”

“Ugh, god… Stop with the cringey crap and let’s just go. Are you trying to make me hate you…?!”

“Hahaha…”

Baek Jiho, who’d never even come close to imitating—

Who’d never experienced sex that pounded deep into the darkest corners, wrecking them beyond repair—

The usual me would’ve been…

…Fine.

But not now.