episode_0444

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Sound.

Right now, when even steadying my breath feels impossible—the sounds spilling uncontrollably from my lips,

the creaking of the bed that didn’t stop after just once or twice but echoed the entire time our bodies tangled,

and, most of all, the wet, slick noises from below that I knew all too well why they kept coming.

If only I could muffle them.

…For the sake of my parents, asleep in their bedroom.

And for Baek Jiho beyond the wall.

Maybe.

Then we wouldn’t get caught.

If I do this,

it’ll be fine.

“So now you’re just going to do it like this?”

“…Is there a problem? You just have to let me use you anyway.”

“I want to see your face while I do it.”

“…I don’t want to. And go slower…, …move without making noise.”

…If I press my lips shut under the blanket, even holding my arm over them,

then all the sounds that have been slipping out—every single one—will be buried inside.

As long as Seo Woojin moves slowly.

The creaking of the bed.

The squelching, obscene noises of something being ruined—pang, pang, mangled.

It’ll be fine.

Because tonight’s filthy secret

will only remain in my memory and that pervert’s.

Unless someone exposes it,

or unless someone is pressing their ear right against the wall right now.

…Baek Jiho,

you’ll never know.

“…So you’re just asking me to go slow, then.”

“……Hah…, ….”

“Got it. I don’t think I was being that loud just now, though.”

“…You were pounding into me while pinning my thighs down, and you say it wasn’t loud…? Bull…shit….”

Woojin only lets out a brief, puzzled sound before complying with my request.

His…, …annoying cock.

Spreads me open again, pushing deep inside,

scraping against my walls as if carving its shape into me.

…Hugging the soft blanket tightly,

I let out all the embarrassing noises I want.

Even though just moments ago, no matter how hard I tried to hold back, my moans filled the room,

now, muffled by the blanket, they’re all swallowed up.

This way, it’s fine.

…Even if I make as much noise as I want.

It’ll be okay.

Baek Jiho,

you won’t hear.

“It’s not like I’m fucking a fleshlight. Hah….”

“…Ngh…, ugh…….”

Woojin’s voice is barely audible, buried under the blanket.

I don’t know if he can see, but I raise my middle finger anyway.

Though, since I’m hugging the blanket, I can’t show it right in front of his face.

You’re the living dildo here, yet you call me a fleshlight?

If I were a sex partner who liked you, like Seo Yeon-sunbae, maybe that’d make sense—but I’m not.

We’re only having sex because you blackmailed me, against my will.

So don’t call me things like that…, …I think.

I managed to organize my thoughts pretty logically, but unfortunately, I couldn’t say it out loud.

Because…, I’d just get teased.

“This ‘slow’ you asked for—is this okay?”

“…Ngh, f-fu…, yeah….”

Not a fleshlight.

I hate men like you.

I’m only doing this because I have no choice.

But saying any of that confidently is…

…hard, when my pussy is dripping wet.

Unlike my first time, now—

I can take his thick, arm-like cock all the way…

…without struggling.

Far from the pain I’d heard about online—“If it’s too big, it just hurts”—

…actually doing it feels

really good.

Even when I gave advice to friends afterward, I’d habitually say, “Bigger isn’t always better.”

…But after actually trying it,

big is… really nice.

Getting mad at him for calling me a fleshlight now would just make me look stupid.

My head might think one thing, but my body has already…

…completely adjusted

to that hideous-looking thing.

“Lower the blanket when you talk. I can’t hear you.”

“……The bed…, isn’t creaking… like this….”

“So this is fine?”

“…….”

I push the blanket aside just enough to breathe out a warm sigh and set the standard,

but as soon as I start covering my lips again, Woojin thrusts deep inside.

…And just like that, he hits it.

A place I never knew existed in 21 years of living as a girl.

A place fingers could never reach.

A place even a dildo could barely brush against.

But with Woojin…, it gets crushed mercilessly every time we have sex.

The… fornix, was it?

Some place with a weird name.

…A place my boyfriend

would never reach.

After stomping over it a few times, he leisurely pulls his glans back out,

…even though my walls are soaked with slick.

Dragging against them one by one,

pointlessly obedient to my request to go slow.

“Like this? The bed isn’t making noise.”

“…….”

But.

There’s no reason to hate this either.

No worrying sounds.

…And it feels good.

Two birds with one stone.

Instead of letting Woojin fuck me recklessly like before,

it’s much better to demand this.

So, with only my hair peeking out from the blanket, I nod slightly.

But then—

“…Problem is, this way makes it hard for me to cum.”

“…….”

“Do we have to do it like this?”

Ah.

That is a problem.

Hard to cum…

Well, from a guy’s perspective, pounding hard probably feels way better.

For me…, well…, …slow isn’t bad either, but…

…Anyway. A small, mean thought crosses my mind.

Not my problem if you can’t cum—that kind of feeling.

A tiny, tiny part of me even thinks—Then can we make the last two condoms last longer?

But just because I hate Woojin doesn’t mean I should say that.

Especially since my parents are asleep in the next room—we can’t drag this out too long.

But telling him to go wild would be idiotic, something even a chimp would laugh at.

So the only idea I have left is—

“…Hey. Seo Woojin.”

“Say it.”

“…Um, well….”

“…….”

“…Is there anything you’ve wanted to try with me?”

…Something like this?

If I ask while lifting the blanket slightly, maybe Woojin can find a way to finish.

I mean, guys have all kinds of perverted fantasies, right?

If I just close my eyes and play along, it might help him…

“A kiss.”

“……Anything but that.”

…Maybe I shouldn’t have asked.

Honestly, a kiss isn’t even a big deal, so why does he keep bringing it up?

Besides, it’s not like I’m the only girl who’d kiss you.

Hayoon or Jiyoon.

Or that Seo Yeon-sunbae from before, the one with all those hickeys under her shirt.

Why insist on me? I frown, giving him a dry look—

“Other than that, nothing comes to mind.”

“Wait, huh— Hhk……? Hah…?”

“If I asked to go bare, you’d obviously ignore me, right?”

“That’s not— the same….”

“See? Letting me kiss you is easier than letting me go raw.”

“Well, yeah… but… your comparison is messed up….”

Woojin, who had pulled almost all the way out during our conversation, pushes back in—

thud, thud—knocking insistently against the deepest part of me,

leaving marks where Jiho would never notice,

…and, of all things, that dangerous spot happens to be my weak point.

Drool spills from the corner of my lips down to my chin as I pant like an excited dog.

Just moments ago, I was covering my mouth with the blanket to muffle my moans, but now, I can’t even remember to do that much.

Hah, hah.

“We’re already doing this, so what’s wrong with a kiss?”

“Because…”

We’re not in love.

That’s the obvious answer, but in this situation, the words stick in my throat.

I could argue that this sex isn’t by my choice—it’s rape, forced by Woojin’s blackmail.

But then how do I explain why I’m feeling like this despite that?

Should I brush it off as some weird kink?

Or—

“…….”

Should I say it’s because I haven’t even properly kissed Baek Jiho yet?

If not that, then—

“Don’t overthink a kiss. It’s not that big a deal.”

“…….”

“Look at us—we skipped straight to sex without even touching.”

“…Shut up, just… stop…… Ugh, nn…… Hah…….”

Maybe I should just listen to his nonsense.

“You practiced with a living dildo but never thought to practice kissing?”

“The living dildo thing… was your idea….”

“And who played along with it?”

“Because… you threatened to tell everyone… about the sex shop…, the dildo….”

“Hah… …Seol Dabin, you know I wouldn’t actually spread that.”

“Nn, ugh…, …hng.”

His voice drips into my ear as he—

squelch, squelch.

Instead of slamming into me like usual, he grinds his cock deep inside,

filling my head with sirens.

Drenched in pleasure, my thoughts stutter to a halt.

Like I’ve given up thinking entirely.

…And really—

“…You’re enjoying it too, you fucking slut.”

“I’m not…, I’m not a… slut….”

Woojin’s words.

I wanted to dismiss them as nonsense, but…

…the more I thought about it,

the more they rang true.

“You’re dripping wet from cheating on your boyfriend, and you expect anyone to believe you?”

“Hah…, s-stop… rubbing there….”

“Answer me. …Your boyfriend’s dick is small, and you’re doing this with his friend. You’re not a slut?”

“I’m not… a slut….”

The one who led things to this point—

wasn’t anyone else.

It was me.

Right?

“…S-stop…, I’ll scream if you keep… pounding….”

“Seol Dabin.”

“…….”

Just a second ago, I was panting from pleasure, but now I’m whining over some harsh words.

I try to push Woojin away, but he pins my wrists above my head with one hand.

And when he pulls his cock out, all I can do is let out shaky, pleasure-drunk breaths.

It’s me.

Right?

“I’ll do what I want, so scream if you need to.”

“…….”

“‘Drunk teacher breaks into student’s room to fuck her.’ That’d work in your favor, wouldn’t it?”

“…….”

“…Then you’d never have to do the sex you hate so much again.”

“…….”

The one who imagined that thing after slipping in the rain during the double-date prep.

The one who saw his cum-covered cock at the pension.

The one who later went to a sex shop, disguised in a hat and mask.

The one who got caught by Woojin and couldn’t explain herself.

…The one who chose him over a dildo.

The one who kept meeting him after.

It’s me.

Right?

…If I really hated this,

I wouldn’t just take it like this.

Honestly.

It feels good.

That’s why I let it happen.

“…Hhk, …wait, hold on… Let’s… talk….”

“I’ll fuck you how I want, so scream if you need to.”

“That’s…”

Before I can respond,

Woojin’s cock—harder than before—pushes back inside.

Deeper. Deeper.

He stuffs half of it in first,

…then pins my thin ankles down instead of my wrists,

silently staring down at my face and body.

For seconds that feel like hours,

neither of us says a word.

Then—

“…Nn, ngh, ugh……, …, …hng….”

He does it.

We have affair sex.

Even if my parents’ bedroom is too far to hear,

the wall next to us definitely can.

Pang, pang, pang.

Creak, crack.

With all these suspicious noises,

we do it.

“Hhng…, fu……. …Ngh, hhng….”

So Jiho won’t hear, I cover my mouth with my hand.

Not enough—I drag the blanket back over my lips.

Every time his cock thrusts in and pulls out, I feel slick splattering everywhere, but I ignore it.

There are far more embarrassing things right now.

My trembling ankles, trapped in Woojin’s grip.

My cheeks, surely bright red.

The way I turn my head away, moaning, hoping it won’t reach beyond the wall.

Even Woojin, after releasing my ankles, lowers himself closer,

mixing ragged breaths with mine,

biting my burning-red ears,

…whispering filth—

You feel so good.

You’re the best.

Don’t you want even better sex?

—while ruining my pussy.

All of it is so embarrassing.

I turn my head away, biting my lip to stifle my moans…

…but then—

“…B-be, ngh……. F….”

“I’ll do what I want.”

True to his word, Woojin presses his lips to mine without permission.

Ngh, mm, nn—at first, I twist my head away, refusing.

“Open your mouth. …If we kiss, you won’t moan as loud, right?”

“…….”

…Under his relentless pressure,

I give in.

Not because I want to,

but because Woojin keeps insisting.

I have no choice.

Really.

There’s no other way.

…Just like always,

for practice.

“Chu…, fu…, mmph, chu…….”

The blanket that once covered my entire face

now only hides my eyes

as I share an awkward, mint-flavored kiss with some guy.

…Since it’s my first kiss,

I don’t really know

how to do it right.

But I try.

“Hahh, chu…, …fu, ……suck….”

Pang, pang, pang, pang.

The sex sounds that might reach the next room.

The bed’s pained creaks.

All drowned out by the wet, messy sounds of kissing echoing in my skull.

I do my best.

“Hah….”

“…Ha, …hah……. …….”

“…We’ll need a new towel. You made a mess with your slick.”

“Ha, hah…….”

…I took it.

The first cumshot from a kiss.

Splurt, splat, gush.

Spilling endlessly, pounding against my womb through the condom—

thicker than usual,

darker than usual.

…The proof of really good sex.