episode_0443

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When was the last time a boy had been in my room?

Probably around the first year of middle school—Baek Jiho, who came by saying he needed to borrow something, was likely the last one.

If so, roughly two years of middle school, three years of high school, plus two years at the academy…

Seven years.

After seven years.

I’ve let another man into my room.

And for… a ridiculously absurd reason at that.

“…….”

…Uselessly nervous. Annoying…

It’s not like what we’re doing will be any different from usual. Just the location has changed slightly.

If I just keep quiet, it’ll definitely end without incident.

…Even after telling myself that.

In the dim, hazy air of dawn. Every time the tiny second hand ticks, my heart feels like it’s about to leap out of my throat.

Because the noises of dawn carry far too well.

If I start making strange sounds, they might reach my parents’ bedroom where they’re sleeping.

Or maybe even… beyond the wall… to my boyfriend.

Of course, I have to suppress my moans as much as possible.

And that—the pang-pang sound of skin slapping together—I’ll have to minimize that too.

…Though I doubt Seo Woojin, who’s always done as he pleased, will obediently listen to me.

“Huu….”

“…!”

Just then, Woojin returns, wiping his face with a towel.

Perched on the edge of the bed, fidgeting with my poor toes, I force a calm, indifferent reaction the moment he comes back.

Pointing with my fingertips to the condom wrapper and vitamin-like things I’d already opened beside me while he was washing up.

“I did as you asked. …Once we use these up, it’s over. You know that, right?”

“Obviously. I’m the one who brought them.”

“…Going by the usual time, it shouldn’t even take an hour. There are only three, after all.”

“I don’t plan on staying long in a dangerous place like this. Today’s just… a little casual event, I guess?”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t bring such unpleasant events into my room.”

If you know it’s dangerous, why not just do it somewhere safer than here?

Swallowing the words swirling in my mouth, I push off the floor with my feet and scoot further into the bed.

…First things first—the towel.

Grabbing the one I’d haphazardly pulled from the drawer while Woojin was washing up, I lay it down in a suitable spot, folded double.

At Woojin’s place, I never paid much attention, but since I live with my family, I can’t risk waking up to a “Oh no, the sheets are wet” situation.

It was to prevent any misunderstandings—unless it was water, people would 100% assume the worst.

And here I am, doing this not even for myself but in front of a man.

No matter how much I pretend to be unbothered, I can feel the heat in my cheeks. Thankfully, Woojin doesn’t seem to notice.

…Bastard. Probably numb from seeing so many girls like me.

You’re my first—and last.

Biting my lower lip for no reason, I undo my hair tie and toss it onto the desk.

“Ah, the toothbrush I used is just sitting on the edge of the sink.”

“And what do you want me to do about it? It’s not like I’ll ever use it, so just throw it away or something…”

Keeping up the indifferent act, I hook my fingers into the hem of my pajamas.

A camisole slightly too chilly for fall. Comfy gray sweatpants I always throw on carelessly.

Which to take off first?—I was about to decide randomly, but…

…Starting from the bottom might make it seem like I’m eager.

So, deliberately, from the top.

Hooking my fingers into the camisole’s hem, slowly—

Pulling it up as if reluctant.

“Let’s just get this over with quickly. Even if they’re both deep sleepers…”

“Just in case?”

“…Just in case.”

Early dawn.

The uncomfortable bra had already been discarded.

So the moment I lift the white camisole with my thumb, what’s revealed is smooth, bare skin—no coverings.

…The part Woojin really likes.

Biting the fabric lightly to keep it from slipping back down, I glance up at Woojin standing by the bed.

“…Well? Like I said earlier—hurry up and finish. …Sex.”

“Don’t rush too much. Why are you undressing first when I didn’t even ask?”

“You were going to make me take it off anyway.”

“True, but I prefer doing it myself.”

“…Hah. Must be nice having such refined tastes.”

“Weeell… Either way, you want it quick, right?”

“…Obviously.”

I let go of the camisole while talking, but it didn’t matter.

Woojin, who’d climbed onto the bed right after me, pulled it up properly with his rough hands—so unlike mine.

…At this point, even covering myself like in those photos I sent earlier—with the back of my hand or forearm—is impossible.

The most I can do is—

“……Nn….”

Glare at him in annoyance as he leans in and starts groping my chest without permission.

As he teases the tips of my nipples from the very beginning.

As he grins at the short, stifled moan I let out, already forgetting the insult I just threw at him, and keeps playing around.

A glare full of irritation—but far from victorious.

…At best, it’s just defiance.

“Lift your hips. Let me take these off too.”

“…….”

“You said you wanted to finish quickly.”

“…….”

His commanding tone makes me want to refuse, but it’s not like I have a choice.

So my only option is to obediently lift my hips.

…And just like that, the gray sweatpants are tossed off the bed.

The soft, stretchy panties—pushed aside.

Just enough to expose the damp slit completely to Woojin’s gaze.

Pulled to the side—

“At this rate, do you think you can stay quiet?”

Despite being strangers.

Despite this distance between us, he knows my weaknesses too well.

…Less like a sex partner,

More like a lover—with tender precision.

He starts teasing my clit.

“…I don’t know. It’s just foreplay still…”

“Exactly. Can you handle this much pleasure?”

“…Barely…”

I mean it.

It’s true that I can’t tell yet since it’s just foreplay.

But it’s also true that it’s already toeing the line.

The proof?

The slick dripping from my pussy like honey—no way Woojin wouldn’t notice.

But he doesn’t bother looking down.

Instead—

“…….”

“…….”

He undoes the stifling belt of his pants.

Right in front of my eyes, struggling to steady my breathing.

Onto my lower stomach.

He rests his cock—the one I hadn’t seen in days.

…While I’m dazedly staring at it, distracted.

He picks up one of the opened condoms.

Rolls it on.

Tap. Tap.

Just pats my lower stomach.

“If foreplay alone is enough to push you to the edge, the actual sex might take a while.”

“…….”

Still resting there.

His next words make it painfully obvious what he wants.

“…….”

…So,

Reluctantly—

“…I’ll… try.”

“Hm?”

“I’ll… try to hold back…”

Better than dragging this out.

Finishing quickly and parting ways is far better.

No choice.

I say it—

And moments later.

“…W-Wait… Woojin…”

“You said you’d hold back, right?”

“I-I am, but…”

…I had a feeling, given how hard he’s been this whole time.

Sure enough, he pins my waist down—filled with nothing but the intent to fuck.

Trapped.

Used by a man.

“…Hh, nn…, ……. Hahh… Hah……”

His condom-covered cock—

Halfway—

Is shoved inside.

“Ah, there… Right there… Feels so good…”

“…Here, right?”

“Hih… D-Don’t… press so… hard…”

“Better than explaining, no?”

“…I’ll… make too much noise…”

“…….”

Shallow enough that my clit could still reach.

While I’m desperately trying to memorize this newfound pleasure in my head—

“……?!! …? ………?!”

Finally,

He pushes all the way in.

“Hah…, ……Hihk… Nngh… …You… bastard…, …wait……. Just… wait…”

“Why?”

“You’re… all the way… to the root…”

“We’ve had sex like this before. …Shouldn’t you be used to it by now.”

“How…! How am I supposed to…! …get used to… this……, Nnngh……”

The deepest part.

Tight and fragile,

The space meant for carrying a child—

…Maybe because it’s not his, but Baek Jiho’s.

Thud. Thud.

He starts ruthlessly pounding into it.

“Woo…jin……. …Calm… down……. Please……”

Whether I cover my mouth to stifle moans.

Whether pleasure has me drooling mindlessly.

Whether I’m trembling on the verge of climax—

He doesn’t care.

“…Stop…, …don’t… fuck… me… so…… hard……. Please, just… listen……”

As if demanding I moan loud enough for the walls to hear.

Pushing my body—lying on the bed—against the wall shared with Baek Jiho’s room.

“…Hahk…, …Hahhk……. You… fucking… bastard……. Just… slow… down……”

“…If keeping quiet is hard, there’s one way. Like kissing.”

“Just… go… slower……. That’s all……”

“Huu… Even after all this… you won’t kiss me.”

In between increasingly loud moans, no matter how many times I whisper for just a moment’s pause.

He pins my thighs down as I squirm to escape.

Like last time—demanding a kiss.

…And like that, holding me in place—

Slap.

Slap.

Thud.

…Thud.

Creak.

Creak.

Making those obscene sounds of his cock slamming deep.

The kind of sounds Baek Jiho next door—probably asleep—

Would definitely hear if he were awake.

Until my eyes occasionally roll back.

Until he’s stubbornly thrust into me relentlessly.

“……. ………, …, ………♡….”

Finally, as my body shudders—

Squelch. Squirt. Squelch.

Spraying embarrassing fluids onto Woojin’s lower stomach—

Only then does the pistoning stop.

“…One down.”

“Hahhh……. Hahhh…….”

“Two left.”

“…Ngh…….”

…Not for my sake.

Partly because I’m clenching around him in climax.

Partly because Woojin himself—

Pumping out thick spurts of cum into the condom, pressing it deep into my womb.

It only feels like a brief pause.