episode_0454

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“A single showerhead—this is all we have, and you’re spouting nonsense.”

“Do you really think taking turns with this will make the showering go any faster?”

“Go back out. Just wait outside quietly.”

“…It’s embarrassing, so don’t come in now.”

“Then I’ll just obediently…”

“Well, I mean…”

“I could… warm it up for you….”

“Is the hot water working well?”

“…Can’t you tell by the steam?”

“It’s not steam—it’s vapor. You can see this with your eyes.”

“…….”

I swallowed every emotion that couldn’t form into words, pressing them down below my throat, then glared sharply at that smug pervert.

Even though I’d already shown him my naked body countless times, I still frantically covered myself with my arms and hands.

Logically, there was no reason for me to be flustered.

Like I said before, he’d already seen me naked plenty of times.

And as for what happens in the shower…, that kind of thing.

Since I’d seen it a few times in videos, I at least had some knowledge.

But maybe it was because of what happened earlier.

Please, just leave.

My face was burning.

…I could tell how flushed I was.

Right now, I didn’t want to be seen.

I was just embarrassed, that’s all.

But if it were that pervert, he’d probably misunderstand in a completely different way.

“Anyway, have you just been standing under the water this whole time? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“…I was about to start lathering up. You interrupted the flow by coming in.”

“Oh? Then… I’ll just borrow some water for a bit.”

At least he didn’t seem to be misunderstanding.

Or maybe, unlike how heated I felt inside, it wasn’t showing on the outside.

For a moment, I stared at the mirror fogged with stea—, vapor, then handed the showerhead hanging on the wall to Seo Woojin and squeezed body wash onto the damp shower towel.

…Honestly, the thought that we could’ve just switched places and been done with it only came to me afterward.

Seo Woojin, who’d taken the showerhead, tilted his head at me as if thinking the same thing, so I ended up switching spots with him while keeping my expression neutral.

Anyway. Whatever. In any case.

It wasn’t Baek Jiho—it just had to be that bastard sharing the bathroom with me.

Maybe it was because, by common sense, we were blatantly doing something wrong, but my head felt so hazy I could barely think.

Slapping my cheeks a few times might’ve helped, but doing that in front of Seo Woojin would’ve been awkward…

So instead, I shot him a sharp glance as he stood under the warm water and began lathering my body with thick white foam.

If he dared to say I smelled like sweat later…, I’d really die of shame.

Starting from the nape of my neck, between and under my breasts, down my thighs, and all the way to my ankles—

I washed as thoroughly as possible without crossing into embarrassment.

…And then my back.

I could’ve done it myself, but—

“Ah, I’ll help.”

“…….”

Seo Woojin, who’d roughly pushed back his wet hair, approached me.

Not with the lust-filled gaze from before, but with a perfectly normal one.

…Since we were sex partners now, it felt right to humor him this much.

So I handed him the shower towel I’d been holding.

“You already washed your hair earlier?”

“…I’ll wash it again. I always do it like this.”

“Twice, huh. Is it because your hair’s long?”

“Dunno. Maybe it’s just me.”

“People say washing it too often is bad for your scalp.”

“…Then I’ll just go bald when I’m old, whatever.”

Amidst the idle chatter, a rough hand—completely different from mine—gripped my shoulder.

And, well.

His hands felt a little cold.

Probably because my body was too hot.

“…?”

As I stood with my back to him, the soft shower towel glided smoothly over my skin.

…I’d suspected he’d start groping me from behind—because of course he would—but thankfully, he hadn’t yet.

Just simple, gentle strokes.

Foam spread over my shoulders where my hair was pushed aside.

The hard shoulder blades, the relatively soft lower back.

…And then my hips.

He was touching me quite thoroughly.

“…Was this your goal all along?”

“I’d call this normal skinship.”

“I don’t think we’re close enough for this kind of skinship.”

“Even after you called us ‘sex partners’ with your own mouth?”

“…Anyway.”

As if mocking the idea that he’d been well-behaved so far.

His hands, covered in foam, slid around to my chest and—

…Without my permission.

Started pinching the tips.

I grabbed his wrist tightly, telling him to cut it out, but

he ignored me completely.

Between the white lather,

Seo Woojin’s index finger and thumb.

And my stiffened, cherry-pink nipples.

…Were nearly fully exposed.

…As if he were my boyfriend or something.

“Stop it and let go. …You can do this kind of thing in bed.”

“Doing it here feels different.”

“It’s the… same….”

“Then I’ll just make it different.”

“…You just won’t… shut up….”

Yeah. There was a difference.

It pissed me off more than when he did it in bed.

Especially those sly fingers.

The way they moved so skillfully, like he knew exactly how to make me feel good—it was infuriating.

After roughly squeezing and toying with me earlier, now he was teasing me with light, ticklish strokes—so annoying.

…And when I twitched slightly, he rolled my nipple between his fingertips, continuing the stimulation—unbelievably annoying.

This is the same… as in bed…

……Nn…

….

…The same….

So just… not here…

“…G-give me… the towel… I’ll wash you instead….”

“What a shame. Your reactions were fun.”

“Fun—what’s fun about it?! I was just pissed off and groaning!”

“Really?”

“Yes, really!”

…It’d be better to just go to bed.

So I snatched the towel back from Seo Woojin, spun around, and—

“…….”

And then.

His soaked, naked body.

Was right in front of me.

“…Uh, the body….”

“Body wash?”

“…Yeah….”

Compared to Baek Jiho, he was a little bigger.

…In height, I mean.

Baek Jiho wasn’t short, but Seo Woojin was taller.

His face…, well.

I couldn’t exactly call it bad, but it wasn’t my type.

Every time I looked at it, I wanted to punch him.

As for his body, Baek Jiho was definitely better.

Because he worked out way harder than this guy.

Seo Woojin’s body was just… decently fit.

And finally.

“…….”

…His thing.

Was definitely bigger.

Yeah. That’s it.

“…Tell me if it hurts.”

“So you can hurt me more?”

“…Do you really want me to?”

His cock, not fully hard yet—

just slightly swollen—

I clumsily gripped the base and lathered foam over his lower abdomen and sides.

I just wanted to finish showering quickly.

Besides, right now…, …we didn’t have a condom.

If we got carried away here, it’d be dangerous.

Not just for safety… but morally, I guess.

People have to draw the line somewhere.

We’re not animals that just breed whenever we’re horny…

So I tried to keep it strictly businesslike.

Acting completely uninterested as I washed his body, but—

“…….”

This.

Why was it already this big?

Why was it already this big and pressing insistently against my lower stomach?

I’d only tried to move it aside so I could apply the foam, but—

…Did that really feel good for him or something?

“…Why is it like this? …That thing.”

“…I was trying to hold back until we got to bed. But here we are.”

“…What do you mean, ‘here we are’? …Tch.”

I pulled my hand away from his veiny, throbbing cock and glanced down.

…Honestly, just looking at it made it hard to breathe.

When Seo Woojin and I had sex, that was what went all the way inside me.

So, if I had to estimate the length—

Just below my navel. Maybe even touching it.

When he shoved it in ruthlessly, all the way to the deepest part—

…A place Baek Jiho probably couldn’t reach, no matter how hard he tried.

Thrust. Thrust.

Like branding me.

Shove.

Slap, slap.

Pounding into me.

That’s why… it felt so good.

“……Haah….”

…Yeah.

I won’t deny that sex with that pervert felt good.

But I couldn’t keep doing this forever.

I’m a terrible person for ignoring my guilty conscience and coming here, but—

I couldn’t keep doing this forever.

To avoid getting addicted to this bad habit.

To let that burning heat cool down, even just a little.

After glaring up at Seo Woojin, who wore an awkward smile in front of me—

“…I’ll borrow the bathroom slippers.”

I placed the slippers where my knees would go, then

knelt quietly on the bathroom floor.

“It’s… slippery right now….”

Thanks to him not touching it yet, the area was still covered in foam.

I swallowed that grotesque-looking cock between my breasts.

…But even that wasn’t enough to take it all—

“Close your mouth…. …Only when you’re about to cum. Only then, tell me. …I don’t want that sticky stuff all over my face.”

The swollen tip jutted out past my chin, as if ready to burst.