episode_0440

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Approximately seven days had passed since my last sexual encounter with Seol Da-bin.

A week—short yet long—had gone by.

The crisp mid-October air, when I used to meet her every day, now felt like a distant memory.

Just before the calendar flipped, a cold snap befitting early winter had settled over Korea.

While Seoul was still drizzling, some cities in Gangwon Province had already seen gentle snowflakes.

…Well, of course, all of that was just the weather outside.

The bed, as always, was humid and hot, sweat dripping down even now.

For example—

Like this.

“…Nn, ugh… pant… Hehe…”

The moment our lips parted, Yozora giggled breathlessly.

Beneath the skirt she had dug up from somewhere—one that looked similar to what she wore years ago—

was an overly tight pussy,

too narrow to take me in comfortably.

So much so that with every thrust, it felt like she was squeezing the cum out of me.

Forcing it open,

plunging deep into the sticky, wet entrance,

scraping the walls of her cunt against the ridge of my glans—

teasingly, relentlessly.

Between playful licks of her lips, we shared breaths again,

tangling our tongues crudely.

“Ha… hah… Sensei, you really like this, huh…?”

“Doesn’t seem any different from usual.”

“Don’t act tough… The pressure is totally… different from usual…”

“More like you’re the one getting worked up.”

“Pfft… If you’re embarrassed, should I just go along with that excuse, Sensei?”

“…Do whatever.”

“Giggle… Ngh, nn… W-Wait, I’m talking… You can’t just—ah—press me down with your cock like this…”

“……You know you’re two years older than me, right?”

“Uwaah… I was finally getting into it… Ngh—hah… やば……”

Treating her like an older sister was pointless when she only ever acted like a little sister.

Yozora, who insisted she was 160cm but probably needed to shave off 5cm.

Yozora, who, despite that, had tits that naturally drew the eyes of any guy with a dick.

Yozora, who, unlike her usual devilish self, would immediately get tongue-tied when used like an onahole.

…With clumsy fingers interlaced,

Creak, creak—

I fucked her roughly,

pinning her deep into the mattress.

“Ngh…! D-Deeper… That’s… deeper…”

Was she asking for more?

Or begging me to stop?

Without a proper answer, she just clenched around me, squeeze, squeeze—

So I responded in my own way.

Grabbing the soft, jiggling tits that swayed with every thrust,

I took the still-tasteless cherry-pink nipples into my mouth,

bit them,

licked them,

soaked them in saliva before spitting them out,

then watched them stiffen and twitch under the stimulation.

Or, when Yozora—who wasn’t even my mother—hugged me with a warm smile,

I tangled my tongue with hers,

tasting nothing but saliva instead of milk,

savoring each other’s flavors.

…At some point, Yozora’s playful grin had melted into a dazed expression of pleasure.

Until she could think of nothing—

nothing but me.

I stuffed her full of pleasure—

violently,

roughly,

repeatedly,

over and over—

until, instead of her usual teasing,

she was too busy desperately tangling her tongue with mine.

…And even then, I kept pounding into her to the very end.

Even as sticky fluid seeped out from the tightly plugged entrance,

I ignored it and kept going.

That was how we lived,

so the bed was always hot and damp.

“…Hah, hehe… Seo Woo-jin…”

“…You called me ‘Sensei’ earlier.”

“Ah, you like that?”

“…Forget it. It’s stupid, so stop.”

Even if Seol Da-bin was gone, there were plenty of others.

Women I wanted to have.

Women I couldn’t express myself to.

All of them.

“I’ll get some water. Rest.”

“…We’re doing it again, right?”

“Yeah.”

But that—

didn’t mean I was tired of Seol Da-bin.

“Sigh…”

October X9.

The first evening after midterm exams began.

Drenched in sweat, I stepped into the cool living room and picked up my smartphone hidden among the liquor bottles on the table.

Contrary to my expectations, Seol Da-bin still hadn’t contacted me.

Opening the messenger app revealed the same scene as a week ago.

My short reply to her message—”If you’re calling me out today, say it fast. I have dinner plans with Baek Ji-ho’s family.”—stared back at me.

Just a few days before that, I had been calling her out almost daily.

But now, the chat log had been abruptly cut off, as if we’d had some huge fight.

It made me wonder—

Had I misjudged things?

Maybe I should’ve replied more warmly back then.

Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned her staying with her boyfriend until I called her out again.

But regretting spilled milk was pointless.

I mindlessly scrolled through the unchanging chat log before sighing quietly and heading to the kitchen.

…I was reaching my limit.

I thought she’d cave quickly, given how many times she came whenever we fucked.

But whether it was pride or something else, she hadn’t reached out at all.

At this rate, I needed to change my approach with Seol Da-bin…

“…….”

For now—

I’ll just do what comes to mind.

Had the weather gotten much colder lately?

More and more of my friends were coughing from colds.

Of course, it was nothing serious—just a quick trip to the infirmary would fix them right up.

So it wasn’t like I could catch anything from others.

There was no need to suffer through unnatural medicine when I could just visit the infirmary.

No reason to owe Seo Woo-jin anything either.

As he had said a few days ago, I could just stick with Baek Ji-ho.

It was fine not seeing the face of someone I didn’t even like.

No need to come up with excuses to sleep together.

No need to desperately push away Seo Woo-jin as he buried his face in my chest, leaving marks.

No need to hide my pleasure-twisted expression.

No need to clean his filthy genitals, covered in my fluids and his cum, with my mouth.

No need to feel embarrassed staring at the drenched bedsheets.

No need to glare in disgust when he tried to fuck me again.

So—

…It was a relief.

Sure, there were minor “inconveniences.”

But those were things I could handle on my own.

“Ugh, exams are finally over…”

“I’m screwed… I think I bombed it…”

“Anyone wanna check answers?”

“Hey, last time Ji-hoon—”

“Karaoke? Who’s in?”

“…….”

Amid the noise, I fished out my earphones for a moment.

Stretching lightly to loosen my stiff body, I stood up.

Since today was midterms, I didn’t have much to pack anyway.

Stuffing my phone and other things into my already messy bag, I lazily headed for the back door.

Then, a friend sidled up and asked:

“Da-bin, you heading straight home?”

“…I’m tired.”

“Really? Well, you have looked exhausted lately. Studying hard?”

I had. At least by my standards.

But not enough to be this tired.

The thing that had worn me out—

was something else entirely.

“Then rest up this weekend, and see you Monday? …Ah, Ha-yoon! The guys today—”

“…….”

The reason I was rushing home now—

was because of that.

If I had to name one good thing about both my parents working, it was this:

The brief window of time before they came home.

On regular academy days, I had about three hours.

On early dismissal days like today, five—even six hours.

If I didn’t have this alone time, I probably would’ve spent some allowance.

…On a love hotel or something.

I’d never done it before, but looking it up, the prices were just right for quietly draining my wallet.

So, calculating the time I’d spent over the past week…

I could’ve easily blown through 100,000 won.

…What a waste.

“Hic… Ngh… Hah…”

An hour had already passed.

After tossing my bag—filled with random things—onto the chair by my desk, I spent that much time.

The shoes I’d been wearing were haphazardly kicked off by the entrance.

My coat, worn against the chilly weather, lay right in front of them.

My school tie was shed like a snake’s skin along the way to my room.

The reason was—

“Hah… Nn… Ngh, ngh…”

Pulling out the toy hidden deep in my drawer, where my mom wouldn’t see it.

Microwaving it to make it feel somewhat real.

…Then lying face-down on my bed.

Stuffing the dildo—firmer than expected, yet softer than expected—inside.

Burying my face in the fluffy blanket.

Fucking myself until lewd, squelching sounds filled the room.

If I wanted to be satisfied and live normally,

I had to indulge myself like this before my parents came home.

I had no choice.

“Hah… Nn… Ngh…”

Baek Ji-ho was still too passive.

To fill the void left by Seo Woo-jin over the past month, this was all I could do—secretly masturbating like this.

Remembering how good it felt when that bastard did it.

Remembering where that annoying man touched me to make me feel good.

Remembering how that pervert pleasured me.

Trying to clumsily mimic those vivid memories with my own hands.

It pissed me off that I had to do this myself.

But there was no other way.

……Because I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day.

I had no choice.

“…?! ……♡… Hah… Haaah… ♡”

So today, too, I had layered towels on my bed,

spilling embarrassing amounts of sticky fluid as I desperately got myself off—

When—

“………. …. ……?”

A faint bzzzt vibration came from my bag on the chair beside the bed.

…Come to think of it, I hadn’t even taken out my phone before starting.

I’d at least plugged it in to charge yesterday.

Guess my libido was a little—just a little—stronger today.

“…Baek Ji-ho, maybe…”

First, I pulled out the dildo I’d been busy thrusting inside.

If I were pressed for time, I’d keep fucking myself while replying to messages, but today was relatively free.

Tapping my trembling thighs—still weak from climaxing—I stood and grabbed my phone from the bag.

“…….”

But—

The sender was Seo Woo-jin.

Fumbling a few times in my haste to unlock it,

I carefully checked his message.

[Seo Woo-jin]

– Baek Ji-ho, when are you going back to work?

– You’re still at home, right?

…This kind of question.

Sent to me.

[Seol Da-bin]

– Yesterdayㅗ

– I went yesterday

– (Not trying to curse, that was a typo)

– Anyway, is that why you texted?

– …Planning to do that again when he’s gone?

Even though I knew—from hearing it multiple times—that it was the day after tomorrow,

I replied like this anyway.

[Seo Woo-jin]

– Really?

– That’s weird.

– I just texted him directly, and he said he’s going back to Ilsan the day after tomorrow.

Since we’d all gone to a pension together during summer break,

it wasn’t like Seo Woo-jin wouldn’t have Baek Ji-ho’s number.

[Seo Woo-jin]

– Maybe you should ask your boyfriend again.

– Was hoping to grab a drink with you before he leaves.

Without even thinking that far—

I replied in a panic.