episode_0468

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Right. When you think about it, there was no better method than this absurdly ridiculous “act.”

Sneaking around with Seo Woojin behind Baek Jiho’s back just for a bit of pleasure—

Up until now, it had been something I carried heavy guilt over, but now, there was no reason to feel sorry.

In fact, Baek Jiho wanted this.

…And it wasn’t even sneaking around anymore. I could openly meet Seo Woojin to satisfy my desires, couldn’t I?

Since I was the one who brought up Woojin’s name yesterday and orchestrated things this way, this might actually be the best outcome for me.

But if there was still something nagging at me, it was the fact that Jiho had requested a video of the two of us.

Not only that, he wanted us to capture that embarrassingly sweet, couple-like atmosphere in the footage. That part… I didn’t like.

I do feel like a hypocrite, considering I’ve already gone as far as cheating just for physical pleasure.

But if things keep going like this, it won’t just be verbal cheating anymore—it’ll be the real deal.

We’d have to mix our bodies together in that kind of atmosphere.

Saying I love you, I like you—spitting out those words in front of another man.

…Capturing the evidence of pleasure through a lens.

Honestly, this whole NTR fetish thing—I really don’t get it.

I know there are all kinds of perverted tastes in the world, but this one? The least understandable.

Not that I’m in any position to criticize, of course. I can’t bring myself to point it out… but why does a taste like this even exist?

Does he want his girlfriend to betray the last 20 years just for a bit of pleasure?

…I really don’t get it.

But still.

“…I’ll be back.”

“…Yeah.”

Baek Jiho.

Since it’s what you want.

I’ll do it.

With Seo Woojin—

…Lover-like sex.

Up until now, whenever I mixed my body with that pervert, I only ever spat out annoyed words.

It might feel incredibly awkward to say sweet things now, but—

Since it’s what you want.

“I’ll send you the video after we’re done recording. So you can just wait somewhere else—another hotel, a PC bang, whatever. If you go home first, it’ll be hard to cover our tracks in case something happens.”

“…I’ll leave it to you.”

And in the end,

all of this—

is just an act.

I’ll do it.

Whatever you want to see.

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The place Woojin and I arrived at was, as expected, an ordinary motel tucked away in a corner of the bustling downtown.

Not much different from the one we went to yesterday to “treat my burned tongue.” Not that I’d know—maybe all motels are like this.

The reason we went out of our way to come here was probably to avoid familiar faces as much as possible.

For Woojin, as long as Jiho gave him some kind of explanation, he could avoid being accused of cheating. But I’d be the one stuck with a new label.

I was a little grateful for that, at least.

The only difference from yesterday’s place was that, since it was still broad daylight, the inside was extremely quiet.

Not that yesterday’s was packed either, but there weren’t this many available rooms on the kiosk screen.

Most were taken, and picking a vacant one felt like a gamble. Here, though, it was practically empty.

…In other words, at this hour, the only people coming to a motel for sex were probably just the two of us.

Maybe because of that, my gaze drifted toward the counter next to the kiosk—but whether there was no one there or they just didn’t care about us, I didn’t sense any presence.

Anyway, even though this was only my second time at a motel, I think I’ve got the gist of it now.

I hate how quickly I’m getting used to this. At the same time, the shame of this abnormal situation made me fidget with my fingers for a while.

As I watched Woojin tapping away at the kiosk, I quietly asked—just loud enough for that pervert to hear:

“By ‘short stay,’ you mean….”

“Just borrowing it for a bit.”

“…….”

I was going to ask exactly how many hours, but in the end, I just nodded without another word.

If I had to guess, probably three or four hours. Around that.

That should be enough time—no need to nitpick, and it’s a decent length for… enjoyment. Of course, since this is the first time Jiho’s allowed us to meet like this, I can’t say for sure.

Still, it’s better than staying here all day.

…Or is it?

Given Jiho’s tastes, maybe he’d prefer it if we disappeared for a whole day…

Like, the idea of that excites him or something…

“Stop spacing out and follow me.”

“W-Who’s spacing out—?!”

“You were just standing there blinking at the elevator. If that’s not spacing out, what is?”

“…I was thinking. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“……Stuff. Just stuff.”

Which option would Jiho prefer more?—Having that kind of discussion with Woojin would be ridiculous.

So I brushed off his question and stepped into the elevator with him.

“Ehk—, w-wait…!”

…If I’d known Woojin would start like this right away,

I might’ve thought it over a little more before acting.

“Let go. What are you doing—?!”

“It’s fine. It’s the middle of the day—no one’s around.”

“That’s not the point—?!”

Up until the kiosk, he’d been careful to keep his distance, but now—

The moment we stepped into the elevator together, he finally started touching me.

Not that he was groping my chest or anything outrageous like that in public.

At most, it was just an arm around my waist—the kind of thing couples do naturally.

…But this kind of thing—I haven’t even done it much with Jiho.

That’s why it’s so embarrassing I could die.

Why do I have to do it with Woojin first…?

“…What do you even get out of this? We’re not… recording yet.”

“What I get… Hmm, a sense of superiority?”

“Ha…? That’s it—?”

“I’d say that’s reason enough, no?”

If his goal was to piss me off with his nasty attitude, mission accomplished.

So I shoved his arm off my waist with a firm push and snapped:

“Unless we’re recording, don’t act all friendly. We’re just… sex partners approved by my boyfriend. That’s all.”

“…Approved sex partners?”

“Don’t laugh—?!”

To hide my burning ears—flushed just from being lightly embraced by him—

I raised my voice.

Put on a more exaggerated reaction.

“…H-Hey, wait….”

“It’s fine. You probably showered at home before coming, right?”

“But still—, ehk, mmph…! Nn…!”

Somehow, we made it to the rented room.

Before starting the recording, shouldn’t we at least wash up first?

That’s what I was thinking as I kicked off my shoes—

…But before I could even step past the entrance, let alone reach the bed—

With my shoes rolling away behind me—

Against my will—

I was shoved against the pure white wall beside me.

“Hahhk…, hah…, are you in heat or something—? At least wait until the bed—”

Maybe because I’m still bad at kissing, he does pull away occasionally to let me breathe.

But that doesn’t mean Woojin’s actually listening to me.

If anything, he’s outright ignoring me.

If we do it here, people passing by in the hallway might hear.

No—actually, forget being heard. I’m worried about smelling.

So at least wash first. Do it after we’ve cleaned up—

I tried to convey all that by gripping his forearm instead of using words, but of course, it didn’t get through.

Seeing how this pervert just pressed his lips back against mine without a care, it’s clear—

“Pfhah—, …hah…, hih…?!”

Even though I showered thoroughly before meeting Woojin, what if—

Even if it’s chilly winter, my chest… or somewhere might still smell like sweat—

While our tongues tangled, I seethed internally, but of course, it was useless.

That pervert was too busy wanting me, touching me, tasting me.

So when Woojin’s cold hands slipped under my clothes and made me jolt—even though he definitely noticed—he didn’t stop.

My fluffy hoodie was already on the floor, tangled with his coat.

The plain knitwear I’d worn underneath was now crumpled in his grip, barely hanging over my chest.

…Even the pants that had been snug around my waist were now undone, sliding down my thighs and stockings.

“…We’re here to record… we came to record—”

“We’ll do that later. That part.”

“Ehk—?!”

Even as Woojin’s fingers teasingly traced the inside of my thigh—

…Even as my panties—which should’ve been clinging to me—were being stretched away for some reason—

Even though we weren’t kissing anymore, the lewd, wet sounds were still there—

No, they were even louder than before—

All I could do was clamp my thighs together and squirm.

“…What did you do to get this wet already? Is this your fetish?”

“Shut up—! It’s not a fetish—!”

Not that I could explain the slick fluid now dripping from Woojin’s fingertips right in front of me.

But stubbornly denying it was better than admitting it outright.

Besides, I genuinely don’t have a fetish for being forced like this. And I never will.

After a brief glance at the obscene stretch of arousal between Woojin’s fingers—

I took advantage of his momentary looseness to shove him back and insist:

“Record first… Then I’ll… deal with you….”

“…Fine.”

Luckily, Woojin seemed satisfied enough to drop it. His hands stopped moving.

But strangely, he didn’t head for the bed.

Instead—

“…Kneel. Here.”

“…….”

—he pulled out his phone from his pocket.

And stared down at me.

“Your boyfriend would love this the most, wouldn’t he?”

“…Hah….”

In the past, it might’ve taken me a while to understand what he meant.

But not now.

…Not after all the experience I’ve gained.

Reluctantly, I knelt on the floor as ordered and—with my own hands—

Undid another man’s pants.

Peeled down his pitch-black underwear.

And the result—

“…….”

—was his cock, standing fully exposed.

Right above my upturned face.

Right below the unblinking eye of the phone camera.

Nothing like my boyfriend’s—

…My sex partner’s cock, now on full display.

“…Since he asked for it, I’ll have you do it. That okay?”

“…….”

As if I could say no.

I’m so embarrassed I could die, having to film something like this—but Jiho wants to see it.

So there’s only one option.

Nodding at his question—whether it was directed at me or the future Jiho watching the footage—

I obediently brought my face closer.

Just this.

“…Mmph…, nn….”

Your girlfriend—

Staring blankly at another man’s cock.

Licking the tip with deliberate care.

Pursing her lips to take it into her mouth.

And even—

“…Kghk, cough……. Ngk….”

—being pulled deeper.

Her head gripped and yanked by another male.

Every single moment captured—

The image of a docile, obedient female.

Just this.