episode_0458

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Just a little more. Just a little more.

Holding Seol Da-bin like that, time passed, and before I knew it, the clock’s hand had reached the number 10.

Seol Da-bin had said we should stop at 9, since it was already late. That meant we’d gone at it for a full hour since then.

It had been a while since I’d spent time with her like this, and part of me wanted to keep her close even longer… but it was probably best to let her go around now.

Even if I was confident in my stamina, I could tell I’d already pushed it too far.

If I kept going any longer, it wouldn’t be me who needed worrying about—it’d be Seol Da-bin.

With her face buried in the sheets, I pressed her down from behind, slamming into her until her skin trembled, then poured everything I had into her, our sweat-slick bodies pressed tightly together.

I nibbled at her ears, which were already burning hot.

I pressed firmly against her softened cervix, filling the condom inside her.

For a long while.

But at some point, she might have blacked out—her body had gone limp, and all that escaped her now were shallow, ragged breaths.

After finishing inside her, I pulled out, my still-hard cock slick with her fluids.

…Maybe because I’d been thrusting so roughly, the condom’s tip was slightly crumpled as it dangled from me.

“…….”

But wait. I was sure I’d just put on a fresh condom earlier.

Just how much had she been feeling? Her arousal had smeared thick and white around the condom.

A few sticky strands still connected it to her entrance, trailing down.

Seeing that almost made me say screw it and go for another round—I seriously considered it—

But in the end, I scratched the back of my neck and got off the bed.

I knew better than anyone how little self-control I had.

If I tore open another condom and kept going with Seol Da-bin now, the clock wouldn’t stop at 10—it’d hit 11.

“Sigh…”

I had a lot to do, but first… this.

I went to the window and aired out the room, thick with sweat and the scent of sex.

The cold wind rushed in the moment I opened it, but there was no way I could let her sleep in this smell.

Then, as I tried to help Seol Da-bin—still trembling from the aftershocks—regain her senses…

“…Ah.”

…Something caught my eye.

While she was still lost in pleasure, I took the chance to check her unlocked phone.

You never know.

While we were busy fucking, something interesting might have happened here.

Luckily, Seol Da-bin used fingerprint unlock.

If it had been a pattern or passcode, I would’ve given up immediately. Seems she preferred the convenience.

Sitting back on the bed, I borrowed her finger for a moment.

“Clean setup, just like Lee Ji-yoon.”

Well, Ji-yoon didn’t exactly have anyone to message her anyway.

In contrast, her sister Lee Ha-yoon’s phone was cluttered with random, questionable apps right from the home screen. Seol Da-bin’s was relatively neat.

After that brief observation, I scrolled down the notification bar.

Unfortunately, there was nothing related to Baek Ji-ho.

A few chat notifications from friends, but that was it.

I wasn’t interested in those.

Making sure not to dismiss any unread alerts, I checked her chat history with Baek Ji-ho first.

…And just as expected,

The conversation between Seol Da-bin and Baek Ji-ho carried exactly the tone I’d imagined.

“…Hmm.”

A chat that felt more like childhood friends than lovers.

At this point, I was starting to wonder how the “pre-regression Seol Da-bin” I knew had ever gotten along so well with Baek Ji-ho.

Was it just because no other guy had interfered like I did? Had she just smoothed things over after making a mistake back then?

…Well, considering how she’d even asked me—someone she supposedly hated—what guys liked last time,

It seemed she’d really wanted to move things forward with Baek Ji-ho.

Guess that worked out for her.

Not that I’d get to see that pretty picture anymore.

“…….”

I bet that bastard’s still jerking off to the thought of being stolen from.

Remembering his stupid, almost eager expression, I checked a few other things.

Snooping through someone’s private life had always been an entertaining pastime.

With that in mind, I opened Seol Da-bin’s internet search history next.

Planning to stop after this, I stretched my stiff back and tapped the browser app.

“…Ha.”

…I’d expected some embarrassing searches, sure.

But I hadn’t anticipated finding anything this amusing.

Not that I’d been hoping for it.

“…What is this? Seriously?”

…I ended up passing out.

My last memory was… being face-down on the bed, used like a fleshlight by Seo Woo-jin. After that, everything was blank.

I didn’t know exactly what happened next, but I could guess.

Another condom, heavy with cum, had been added to the pile—so yeah, I’d been “used” just like he’d said.

…Had he yanked my hair like a leash or something? When I came to, my scalp still stung a little… Ugh…

Anyway, by the time I hesitantly asked Woo-jin if we were done, he said the “treatment” was over.

I rushed to the shower, but as I washed up, I noticed something strange in the mirror.

“What do you mean, ‘what’? You can see what it is.”

“I—I know what it is! That’s not why I’m asking…!”

Near my collarbone, upper chest, and even the nape of my neck—

There were at least three or four…

Hickeys.

…I remember the ones on my collarbone and chest, but…

When did he kiss the back of my neck…?

“…Just get rid of them. You can erase these too, right?”

Hugging my chest with one arm, I walked up to Woo-jin—who was only wearing boxers—and lifted my damp hair to show him.

The other marks could be hidden under clothes, but this one would be visible unless I covered it with a bandage or makeup.

If it really came down to it, I could leave my hair down, but…

That’d just get annoying. And I’d be paranoid about sweat ruining any makeup.

So just erase it already.

As I stepped closer to him with that in mind—

“What’s the big deal? We’re just sex partners.”

“Ugh… Stop joking around…! What are my friends going to think if they see this?”

He flashed that infuriatingly soft smile and said something ridiculous, so I snapped back with a perfectly reasonable argument.

Sure, I was the one who brought up the sex partner thing, but I wasn’t some crazy bitch who’d let him mark me up like this.

If I didn’t have a boyfriend, fine—but all my friends knew I was dating Baek Ji-ho.

If they saw these marks on Monday, the questions would never end.

Like, Da-bin, did you…

“They’ll think you had sex with your boyfriend. Probably.”

“…….”

“Since you’re apart so often, they’ll just assume you go wild every time you meet.”

Woo-jin answered indifferently, as if it wasn’t even worth worrying about.

I stared at him for a long moment before finally biting my lip and looking away.

…Of course, it was more likely they’d assume Ji-ho had visited than think another guy was involved.

That was the natural conclusion.

They hadn’t seen each other in a while, so they went at it hard.

That explanation made enough sense. Fine, I’d give him that.

But still, wasn’t it better to eliminate even the slightest chance of—

If rumors spread and reached Ji-ho’s ears, he’d definitely find it weird…

“…….”

For a moment, I traced the marks on my neck in the mirror.

My cheeks burned with frustration, and in the end, I kicked Woo-jin’s shin with my toes.

“…Most of my friends know Ji-ho was here last week.”

“Then just say you went to see him over the weekend.”

“That’s—that’s such a stretch! It doesn’t make sense…!”

Even if he was my boyfriend, no one would buy that he’d been that passionate.

Stop messing around and just get rid of these.

You don’t want Ha-yoon finding out either, right?

Just as I was about to say that, Woo-jin let out a thoughtful hum and replied.

“Lately, you’ve only been seeing me about once a week. Would it really be strange if you visited your boyfriend every weekend?”

“…….”

“Seems perfectly natural to me.”

…Of all the things for him to say. I wanted to argue, but—

In the end, I couldn’t say anything.

Because it was perfectly natural.

It was normal to make time to see your boyfriend once a week.

But instead, I was cheating on him with his friend.

I was the one in the wrong.

I had no right to argue.

“Besides, it’s kind of my thing. A little secret between us.”

“…You’re such a fucking pervert… Ugh…”

I glared at him as he sipped his water, then finally surrendered.

Fine, leave the one on my neck, but at least erase the ones on my collarbone and chest.

If I die of shame in the academy showers, you’ll regret it too.

Like this.

Luckily, Woo-jin seemed willing to compromise this much.

He erased everything except the embarrassing hickey on my nape, leaving no trace of what had happened.

After that, just like a few hours earlier, I let him carefully dry my hair for me.

“…….”

…I’d looked it up online before.

This was exactly the kind of thing you were supposed to avoid to keep your “bad deeds” hidden.

But as long as Ji-ho didn’t hear about it, it’d just be a few days of embarrassment.

The third-years who might contact him were all busy with graduation anyway.

As a second-year, I wouldn’t run into him.

There was no reason anyone would ask Ji-ho about hickeys.

All while stomping on Woo-jin’s defenseless feet.