episode_0455

…Why is it this hard?

Of course, I always thought it was big and firm… but not this much.

…Right. If I had to compare, it felt like this when we had sex in my room.

With my parents asleep and Baek Ji-ho passed out beyond the wall… that secretive atmosphere.

But now, all you’re doing is rubbing it between my breasts in the bathroom.

Aside from the fact that my whole body is covered in soap suds, there’s really nothing else.

Why is it this hard?

“…I’ll start now.”

…Seriously.

Is it because I outright said I wanted to be your sex partner?

Or is it because, despite having a childhood friend you’ve known forever,

you’re indulging in this dirty little escapade with me while she’s not around?

Or maybe you don’t care about any of that,

and it’s just that I turn you on this much.

That you’ve gotten this hard?

…Like last time, do you want to shove it all the way in, thrust, thrust, until the end?

“…You’re going too slow.”

“Sh-shut up… I’m not used to this, so what do you expect…?”

Even if the girl kneeling in front of you right now were Hayun,

Jiyoon,

or Seoyeon sunbae—

would you still be this painfully hard, to the point of making my head spin?

Shaking off the pointless comparisons in my head, I press my breasts together from both sides.

Honestly, doing this makes me feel suffocated, squeezed tight…

…But the cock buried deep inside here?

It’ll definitely feel much better this way.

…The sticky cum, too—

you’ll be able to let it all out without holding back.

“…Like this?”

“…Better. A little more than before.”

“Still not enough…?”

“When we have sex, you go way harder than this.”

“……”

You’re already twitching inside me, and you call this better?

It’s funny how you’re putting on a tough act when you’re clearly about to lose it, but I didn’t let it show.

If I tease Seo Woojin right now, it might come off as something else entirely from his perspective.

Ah, this bitch… She’s so desperate to get fucked senseless right now, huh? …Or something like that.

Just earlier, you mumbled over the phone that you wanted to have sex with me, and now you’re trying to act dominant over Woojin?

Even if I were a guy, I’d think you were just looking for an excuse. Yeah.

“……”

So instead, I just glance up at Woojin’s face briefly before sliding my hands up and down,

forcing the soap suds to spill out between my cleavage.

…Every time the tip pokes out, twitching eagerly,

I blow slow, warm breaths on it now and then.

“…Stop teasing.”

“…You said it wasn’t enough. That it’s slower than when we have sex…”

“…”

“So, uh… like… making up for it… …Ugh…”

When he lets out a sharp exhale and suddenly grabs a fistful of my wet hair,

I shoot him one disgruntled look.

Swallow nervously once.

And then—

as if in retaliation, I spit a thick string of saliva right onto his cock.

“…Wait a second.”

“……”

Woojin lets out a dry laugh, taps my shoulder lightly,

then shoves me against the wall like he’s stuffing me into place.

He brushes my bangs aside,

…and instead of me, he grabs my breasts from both sides,

ramming his swollen cock between them over and over,

until the slick slap-slap of skin fills the bathroom dozens of times.

All while I obediently play the role of his toy.

“……”

…I get that Woojin’s turned on, but being treated like a tool like this isn’t really my—

…….

…

…thing.

I’d rather be the one treating you like a dildo—

“…Still not close? …Cumming, I mean.”

“…A little.”

“……”

You started twitching ages ago—what do you mean, a little?

It’s still amusing how hard you’re trying to act tough, but I keep my lips sealed to play along.

The only sounds that follow are the thrust, slap of his cock hitting the bathroom wall, echoing loudly.

…And as time passes, Woojin’s breathing mixes in.

The low curses he mutters under his breath tickle my eardrums.

The sensation of him pulling all the way out before slamming back in, pushing through the suds clinging to my skin.

The way his cock twitches every time he gets even more worked up.

There’s no slowing down—only speeding up.

“…Hey, it’s starting to… hurt a little…”

“……”

Looming over me as I kneel on the bathroom floor,

he fucks my tits with the same rough thrust-thrust-thrust as when we have sex, making waves ripple across them.

No slowing down.

Just—

keeps going.

With nothing but heated breaths, he keeps going.

Only getting faster.

“……”

Thinking this might help,

though I really don’t want to do this, I know Woojin would prefer it.

To push him over the edge—spit—

This time, instead of just saliva, …I stick out my tongue a little.

Playing the role of the tissue-filled trash bags Baek Ji-ho used to throw away.

And in the end,

with veins bulging on the back of his hand from how worked up he is,

after slamming his hips against my chest over and over—

“…Hah, huff…”

“Ngh, ……Hn… …….”

Over the fading suds mixed with sweat,

a much thicker,

distinctly scented foam

starts clinging to my body, dripping down.

“…Ugh……”

A few thick strands of his hot cum splatter messily over my disgusted face.

It nearly gets in my left eye, so I barely manage to keep it shut.

Even as I take his load in the most unpleasant way,

I still keep my tongue out.

In my daze, more hot cum spills over my slightly raised chin and down my neck.

…There’s so much of it,

it naturally drips lower,

pooling in the hollow of my collarbone,

sliding down the slope of my upper chest,

clinging stickily to the cleavage that had been wrapped around his cock.

And I still keep my tongue out.

Lost in the heat pouring over me, his tip buried deep between my breasts suddenly pulses—gush, splurt—releasing cum straight into me.

Not just on my chest, but toward my heart.

With his cock shoved as deep as possible, splurt, splat, sploosh.

Even after multiple spurts, the amount doesn’t lessen at all, marking my chest with his scent, staining not just my cleavage but inside it too.

And yet, I still keep my tongue out, staying perfectly still.

…Only when I finally lower my head slightly does something lukewarm and thick—squelch—touch the tip of my tongue.

Warm as the inside of a person’s mouth.

Reeking of something obscenely… floral.

A stickiness that feels like it’d clog my throat if I tried to swallow.

I gulp it down without hesitation.

With only one eye uncovered by cum, barely open,

I stick my tongue out again.

…And once more, obediently take him in,

before showing Woojin my now-clean tongue.

…Hey, in those dirty videos,

this is how everyone does it.

Just following what I learned. Yeah.

“……”

“……”

……Ah.

This, this atmosphere—

I’m about to get dragged off to bed and—

…mercilessly ravaged…….

“…Ah, wai—cough! Don’t just spray water all of a sudden…!”

“Rinse your mouth. It couldn’t have tasted good. And wash off what’s on your face and body too.”

…Wait. What’s this?

Of course it didn’t taste good, but can’t I savor the aftertaste a little?

And, like… wasn’t the mood leading straight to rolling around in bed?

Why’s he being all sweet and annoying in the wrong places…

I think to myself briefly, but with Woojin already spraying the showerhead, there’s nothing I can do.

For now, I have no choice but to obey.

So I wash my face, stand up, and do as he says—gargling and spitting until the taste of cum is gone.

But even then, Woojin doesn’t seem like he’s planning to leave the bathroom.

If anything, it looks like he’s finishing the shower he couldn’t take earlier because of our… activities.

…And it doesn’t take long for that suspicion to become certainty.

“Here, a towel.”

“…Thanks.”

Ten minutes.

After all that, I waste another ten minutes in the bathroom before finally stepping out.

…The heated mood from earlier, ripe for a quickie, has settled into awkward silence like a one-night mistake.

Did he get satisfied from just that one release?

But knowing how often Woojin usually goes at it, that can’t be.

He said he and Hayun go at it like crazy every day—no way that was enough.

It’s not like we have all the time in the world, either.

Tomorrow’s a weekday—back to our normal lives.

Since we met in the evening, it’s already pitch-black night.

Early winter means nights come faster, but it’s still late.

So of course, we should be cutting out all this pointless time-wasting.

“Hold on, can you look this way for a sec?”

While I’m lost in thought, Woojin walks off somewhere before returning with a loud, whirring noise.

A hair dryer.

Set to cool air, a small one.

Holding an ordinary dryer no different from the one in my house, he starts gently combing through my hair.

“Tell me if anything’s uncomfortable. Hayun noona just smiles through it when I do this for her…”

“……”

His fingers run through my damp, tangled strands, loosening them.

Lightly untangling knots with his fingertips.

Instead of using a brush, he carefully presses down on flyaways with his hand.

…For a guy, he’s surprisingly used to this.

…Right. Hayun’s hair is pretty long, too.

He must be really familiar with drying a girl’s hair.

As that mundane thought passes through my mind—

“……”

…Is this what it’s like

to have a boyfriend?

With a fleeting fantasy I’ll soon forget, I take half a step closer to Woojin.

“…Hey, I can’t focus like this.”

“…It’s just drying hair. What’s the big deal?”

If Hayun from the pension were here instead,

not only would she be grinning ear to ear, but she’d also be—

…using her fingers to stroke his—

….

…his cock,

tenderly.

…As a way of saying, Let’s hurry up and fuck.