episode_0457

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…Ah, this.

Feels good…

“Hahk, …ngh, uhn…, …….”

Seo Woojin, who had climbed on top of me as I lay still, gripped my ankles tightly and began thrusting deep into me as if genuinely consumed by lust, pounding all the way to the root.

It felt like my pussy was reshaping itself to fit his cock.

…Feels good.

“…Hah, hhk… Hhaaahk…….”

Let’s take a break for a second.

My head was a mess from pleasure, and I needed a moment to catch my breath.

But I couldn’t even muster the words to say it, only managing to weakly push against his chest—not that he cared, relentlessly slamming into me as if telling me to just shut up and take it.

Our ragged breaths tangled together as he slowly pulled out his cock, slick with my juices, and pressed it between my breasts.

While I lay there dazed, unable to speak, he shoved himself back in, crumpling my insides until his length was fully sheathed, crushing my womb.

…Feels disgustingly good.

“Nghhk…, …hhik, ngh…, uuuhk……?!”

And that blissful sensation—

Even now, after what must have been…

an hour…

…no,

closer to two hours of sex—

hadn’t faded at all.

“That’s, not… ……Haa…, ugh….”

The deepest part of me, the innermost walls of my cunt.

Every time he hammered into that spot—one most people wouldn’t even feel—sounds that didn’t feel like my own spilled out.

If this were painful, at least I’d have an excuse.

…But this electric current shooting through my nerves and spine? Pure pleasure.

So I turned my face away, trying to hide even a little, as I let out moan after moan that made me sound like nothing but a bitch in heat.

Even when Woojin kissed my cervix with the head of his cock.

Even when he buried himself to the hilt, relentlessly pressing against the back of my womb.

Even when he held me close, like lovers, and moved his hips—

slowly,

so slowly.

Even when he ground inside me, making obscenely wet, sticky sounds from deep within.

Even when he pulled back, stroking my walls again.

Every single bit of it was infuriatingly good.

Again.

“……Haa…, …haa…. Ha, ugh….”

But.

At this point…

shouldn’t I stop just indulging in it?

“……Ugh….”

It wasn’t Saturday, but Sunday night.

The torn condom wrappers were already piling up around us, yet that pervert still showed no signs of stopping.

…Wouldn’t it be better if I tried to end things somehow?

Tomorrow’s Monday, and I have the academy to think about…

That’s one reason, sure.

But more than that—

we both have partners.

…This is just us giving in to our bodies’ urges.

I should restrain myself.

Somehow.

“H-Hey, wait… Hold on… Stop for a sec….”

After pounding into me with force, Woojin buried himself to the hilt and came.

Each time he did, I’d only writhed my toes and reached my peak—but now, for the first time, I pushed against him and spoke.

Coming to Woojin like this was already a terrible, unforgivable mistake, but…

Maybe it’s like trying to scoop up some of the water before the cup completely spills over.

Not that I’d ever say something as pathetic as “I tried my best to hold back.”

…I messed up.

But at least I’m trying to mess up less.

No matter what I do, to Baek Jiho, I’ll just be the “girlfriend who cheated on him.”

To Hayun, I’ll be the “friend who secretly slept with her boyfriend.”

But still, isn’t it better to keep some semblance of reason rather than just giving in completely?

“…….”

…Besides, if we want to keep this secret from those two,

we shouldn’t cross a certain line.

“What… time is it?”

“…Time? Hah… my phone….”

Now that the heat of the moment had passed, guilt was starting to creep in.

Add to that the fear of Hayun finding out, and things would get really messy.

Catching my breath, I asked, and Woojin picked up his phone while disposing of the used condom.

The dim glow of the screen lit up his face in the dark room.

Then he turned it toward me.

Sitting up slightly, I saw the bold 9:00 PM displayed in the center.

…I don’t remember exactly when I got here, but it was still daylight when I arrived.

Subtracting the time spent eating pasta, showering, and all that… roughly… two hours? Yeah.

The point is, it’s already this late.

So I racked my brain for a way to naturally put an end to this bad behavior.

“Leaving already? It’s only 9.”

“…….”

Right in front of me—

Woojin’s cock, still stiff and swollen, caught my eye.

But I had tried to think.

…Except my mind was still floating from all the sex we’d just had.

Far from coming up with anything, I just let more of my juices trickle between my thighs.

“W-Well, nine’s already pretty late…”

So that was all I managed to say.

I cleared my throat awkwardly, trying to shift the mood, then pulled the blanket over myself.

…This is it.

I’m stopping here.

Of course I want to keep doing this—it feels good.

But I don’t want to get caught for some stupid reason.

Whatever happens tomorrow, I don’t care—but letting him use me on this bed like before…

Not now.

Next time.

“…I see.”

“…….”

…Next time should be fine.

“…….”

“…….”

Even though I’d already covered myself with the blanket—

That thing kept catching my eye… Annoying.

“…Hey. Woojin.”

“Yeah?”

“We’ve been at this for… what, two hours?”

In porn, guys cum like, two or three times at most.

But I’ve never seen anyone keep going like you.

“…Why the hell won’t it go down?”

“…….”

“How many condoms have we gone through…? Seriously…”

His cock stood stiff as ever, like he hadn’t cum once.

I bent one knee and carefully brought my foot closer, just enough to brush against the tip.

…If I did this to Jiho, it’d probably feel insulting.

But with Woojin, it just feels… curious.

I tapped his cock lightly with my toes, then frowned and continued.

“…It’s gonna wear me out. Seriously.”

“Well… maybe it’s because I’m a healer? Not sure, though.”

“Hah…? Other healers don’t act like this.”

“And… maybe because you’re into it too.”

“…….”

Because I’m a healer—bullshit.

Because you’re into it—bullshit.

You’re just a damn pervert.

While dating someone as cute as Hayun—

you’re getting off on me, with my sharp eyes,

unfeminine attitude,

nosy, hotheaded—

what kind of idiot gets turned on by a weird girl like me?

If I were a guy, I’d definitely prefer Hayun over me.

But this stupid, perverted, dumbass—

“…….”

“…….”

…Why?

Why does he exist?

Jiho doesn’t even ask for this—just jerks off at home.

So why are you so desperate to fuck me?

…You’re not even my boyfriend.

At best, just a fuck buddy.

“…….”

…Do you really like me that much?

“There’s one condom left.”

“So what?”

“Well… once it’s opened, there’s probably an expiration date or something, right?”

“Y-You only opened the box, not the wrapper… Ngh, why are you opening it now—?!”

“…….”

“You… bastard… ngh… uhh…, …hhaah…”

Why did he tear open another condom and roll it on?

Why did he ignore my half-hearted attempts to push him away with my feet?

Why did he pull the blanket off me again?

Why did he kiss me?

Why did our tongues tangle?

Why did we swap saliva?

…Why?

Are we doing this again?

“…Ah, wanna try being on top this time?”

“…….”

Wrong question.

Not “Wanna try moving?”—you should’ve asked “Is it okay if we have sex?” first.

I don’t really want to right now, okay?

I’d rather shower and leave, making sure no traces—like hair—are left behind, just like Seo-yeon sunbae does.

I’ve had enough pleasure already… I-I’m satisfied, okay?

So—

“Use your hands. …Yeah, like that.”

“…I know how to do this much. Who do you think I am…?”

…I’m only helping because you look pitiful.

Wiping the silver thread of saliva from my lips and climbing on top of you?

Just charity. Charity.

I didn’t even want—

“……Haa, …ugh, …ngh…….”

Feels… good…

The moment I settled over Woojin’s hips, his cock pushed deep inside—…feels good.

“Just move like that.”

“…Didn’t need you to… say it…”

“…Want me to help if it’s too much?”

“Huh? No, I don’t nee—”

Woojin’s hands gripped my hips, lifting me.

I wanted to go slower, but he guided me down, making my thighs tremble as I took him to the hilt.

Even though he could see my head bowing right in front of him, he still raised my hips again—

…Crushing my womb all over again.

“…Hhh…, ……haahk… hhk…….”

I was supposed to be in control on top, but I just braced my hands on his chest, panting—

so he pulled me into a tight embrace.

Then he gripped my hips, making me bounce on his cock, my pussy clenching around him.

He taught me how to grind against him.

…All of it.

Feels good.

“Doesn’t this feel like sex between lovers?”

“Not… at all… Hhaahk…”

“…Right. Let’s say it’s not. …Then why are you drooling so much?”

“Hhaahk, hah…, ……ngh, slp… …slurp….”

Even though he’s the real pervert here—

just because I moaned while taking his cock, he treated me like some drooling slut.

But I don’t care.

Because Woojin’s holding me tight, kissing me.

Because he’s filling me to the brim.

Because the lewd, wet sounds beneath me are drowning out everything else.

…Because it feels good.

I don’t care.

“Hah…, …Daebin.”

“Hhng, …ugh…. …Ah….”

“Daebin-ah.”

“Nn, ngh…, ugh….”

…Him calling my name softly as he started cumming did bother me a little.

But whatever.

It’s happened before.

And it felt better than I expected.

…I’ll allow it.

Though I am a little annoyed he didn’t call me noona.

But him saying my name—it’s not like it’s a big deal.

…Right?