episode_0469

…I tried it.

So, this kind of thing.

I’ve already done it more than ten times.

“Hff…, mmph, schlrp….”

Probably not even half the length from the glans.

Suh Woojin’s cock, which wasn’t all that hard yet,

stuffing it fully into my mouth, or.

Things like forcing my small mouth open to avoid my teeth scraping against the skin, something I’d seen somewhere before.

I’d never be skilled at it, but still, clumsily imitating the women from those porn videos.

“…?! Keh, hk…! Kgh, keuk, gk…!”

In the end, whether it was because I couldn’t breathe, Suh Woojin grabbed my head.

Taking in Suh Woojin’s lust through my tight, shamefully noisy throat,

or the slick, wet insides of my cheeks.

“…Phaah……, haak, haa…….”

…Maybe because it was somewhat satisfying, that pervert finally pushed my head away, letting me spit out his cock.

From the tip of that stick, which seemed to exist solely for lewd purposes,

to the middle, where veins bulged unevenly.

He shoved his saliva-slicked cock right in front of my eyes, my brows furrowed in irritation.

Again.

“…Hup…, nghh…….”

Grabbing my head and pulling me down, commanding me to give him a blowjob.

I’ve already done it more than ten times.

Only back then, Suh Woojin didn’t shove a camera lens in my face like this.

“Would a video call have been better?”

“Nghh…! Mph….”

Even the terrifying idea of a video call,

he hadn’t brought up at all—that was the difference.

“Phaap, video…, haa…. A video call, no….”

“Why?”

I’m aware that I’m doing something terrible.

I’m just a bad girl who betrayed her boyfriend out of lust and curiosity.

I won’t even deny that I felt relieved when Baek Jiho admitted he had these kinds of tastes himself.

But from now on, it’s not like I’m doing this in secret.

Because Baek Jiho is going to see everything that happens here.

He’ll be able to see, in detail, what kind of face I make in front of Suh Woojin.

…It’s embarrassing.

“Because… it’d mean showing Baek Jiho everything I’m doing right now….”

“Huh…?”

Only after saying it did I realize how strange that sounded.

I blurted it out without even filtering it through my brain, hastily rejecting the idea.

Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t accepted.

Instead, he just tilted his head and asked back.

“It’s not like recording is any different, right?”

“That’s…, ngh….”

True. Whether he sent a recorded video or connected a video call with Baek Jiho right away, there wasn’t much difference.

But while I could reluctantly accept recording, a video call was a hard no. My brain had been blaring alarms about it.

I’m not an idiot, so why did I react like that? After a brief moment of thought, the answer came to me quickly.

‘Showing what I’m doing’ wasn’t the issue.

“…But that’s still not showing it to him in real time….”

‘Right now.’ That was what bothered me.

With a recording, I could brush it off as something that happened hours ago and ease the embarrassment, but a video call wouldn’t allow that.

If Baek Jiho was watching through the lens while I had sex with another man, getting off like crazy.

If I was lovingly sucking on something that looked nothing like his…

How could I face him afterward?

Even saying “I’m back” would be painfully difficult.

“Huu…. Is this a girl thing? I don’t really get it.”

“You don’t have to understand, you emotionally stunted pervert. Just… no video calls….”

“Got it. No video calls. …Which means recording is fine.”

“…….”

“For now, I’ll put the phone down.”

So, video calls were banned.

And just as I was catching my breath from the blowjob,

Suh Woojin, who had already stripped off his turtleneck, lightly tugged my wrist.

“We can’t keep doing this here. Let’s move to the bed.”

“…Ngh, wait….”

“Ah, and. There’s one thing I want to ask.”

…Even though his steps were already heading toward the bed.

Even though his expression showed no hint of apology.

“Seol Dabin, are you really okay with having sex with a guy like me?”

“…Huh? What kind of….”

“You don’t seem interested in this stuff, and it feels like only your boyfriend has these kinds of tastes.”

Whether he meant for Baek Jiho to hear this hours later or not.

Along with a teasing, difficult-to-answer question.

“…I’m not…. I’m definitely not, but if I just treat you like a temporary toy….”

“Hmm, so like a meat dildo?”

“…….”

But no matter how childish and annoying that was, I couldn’t outright expose it here.

To do that, I’d have to explain everything that had happened between me and Suh Woojin up to now.

Everything I’d done with that pervert.

So all I could do was play along, acting as if this was really my ‘first time’ meeting Suh Woojin, sealing it with a kiss.

Did he notice my reluctant compliance? As we neared the bed, Suh Woojin sat down first and spoke.

“A dildo, huh. Hmm… Then I guess I’ll have to refuse that request from earlier.”

“…Request…?”

“I told you at the end, didn’t I? To act like we’re really dating.”

“…….”

“It’d be hard for both of us to get into it, so maybe it’s better not to.”

“……Haa….”

Had he been planning this from the start?

…Making it impossible for me to outright ignore him.

While bringing up Baek Jiho’s words from earlier.

“Stop, the blindfold, hiiit……, …gk…!”

Acting like lovers with Suh Woojin?

I didn’t need to think deeply about it.

Dwelling on something I dislike only makes the irritation worse.

Even a five-year-old kid on the street would know that.

But if you add the modifier “because Baek Jiho asked” to that sentence, the story changes a little.

I don’t like it, but because Baek Jiho wants to see it.

Because there’s no other choice.

Because this situation exists solely due to Baek Jiho’s unusual tastes.

…Because of you.

“Suh… Woojin…. Wait…….”

‘Let’s just try it for a bit, and if it gets awkward, we’ll stop. …The lover act.’

About ten minutes had passed since I hesitantly spat out those words.

“…Hihk…, hiiik…….”

Creak,

creak,

creak.

With my back pressed firmly against Suh Woojin’s hard chest.

Hesitantly spreading my legs.

…And accepting his fingers through the roughly pulled-aside panties.

“No, no…, ngh, stop…….”

“…You’re dripping wet like this, and you’re saying no?”

“Haa…. But still…, slowly……. …Ngh….”

“Wipe your drool too. Here.”

“…Mph…, …I’ll, I’ll do it myself…. …Stop poking….”

“Stop what?”

“…….”

His fingers, completely different from mine—thick, uneven, and long—were shoved inside.

Without even a moment to ignore the fluids running down my thighs, I clearly saw my own sticky arousal clinging to Suh Woojin’s fingers.

And then, immediately.

“…There, stop poking….”

“So, what?”

“…….”

“…….”

“My… pussy… stop shoving your fingers in deep….”

How did he even know? He kept scraping against just the right spots with his fingerprints, sticky and deliberate.

Even my swollen, peeled-back clit—he pressed down hard with his thumb.

After spitting out those vulgar, embarrassing words, I let out a sigh so damp it could’ve steamed up the room.

…Of course.

I don’t know if this kind of thing has anything to do with being lovers.

But for some reason.

Compared to when I did it behind my boyfriend’s back.

It felt…

a little better.

“What’s the big deal? Your boyfriend wanted to see this.”

“…….”

“This kind of thing. …You know, your childhood friend fingering your pussy, then getting another man’s hand drenched in your juices.”

“D-Don’t say it out loud…. I already know….”

Suh Woojin and Seol Dabin started dating ten minutes ago.

…A couple who jumped straight into sex the moment they got together.

Even that ridiculous setting kept slipping my mind.

I was still using polite speech like usual.

Because it felt good.

“…Ah.”

Maybe because of that, far from ending with just a sigh, Suh Woojin’s phone—displaying a bright red [RECORDING]—kept slipping from my right hand.

…If only my left hand were free, it wouldn’t be this difficult.

But with this hand,

I had to,

you know,

…stroke that.

I had no choice.

The thing I just made hard with my mouth.

It’s better to keep it stiff until we have sex.

Better than having to put it back in my mouth… again. Yeah.

Definitely.

“Hold it properly. We need to capture everything we’re doing.”

“We’re doing… it…. ……Haa….”

“Your tits are blocking the view. …Never mind. I’ll tilt it to the side.”

“Ngh…….”

“…Ah, were you deliberately trying to hide them?”

“Shut up….”

I frowned down at Suh Woojin’s hand as it began kneading my breasts, but only for a moment.

Biting my lower lip, I silently cursed in my head while making sure our situation was properly captured on camera.

…At the same time, a thought crossed my mind:

He’s going to see all of this later. Baek Jiho will see every detail.

Suh Woojin groping my breasts, now completely bare after my bra was removed.

The sweat-slicked cleavage, the pulled-aside panties, and Suh Woojin’s fingers glistening with my arousal.

My thighs, trembling uncontrollably from pleasure despite my efforts to hold back.

He’s going to see all of this later…

…and touch himself to it.

Even if he said he likes this kind of thing, shouldn’t he have some restraint…?

What if he catches some incurable disease, something he can never recover from…?

“…?! Wait…, nghhk…, I’m, I’m coming…. I’m coming, ah…….”

“You’ve been coming nonstop anyway, …what’s the big deal?”

“Bastard…, ………ngh….”

Every time my brain overheated from pleasure and wandered, Suh Woojin would—

Pinch,

squeeze,

his fingers tightening around my stiffened nipples.

And just as my hips began to twitch needily,

he shoved his fingers deep inside, all the way to the root.

As if telling me:

Stop thinking nonsense.

Focus only on this pleasure right now.

Relentlessly.

“Wai, t…, ngh, it’s embarr, assing…, just wait……. …No….”

Squelch, squish,

It wasn’t just dripping—a stream of fluid began soaking the bedsheets, so embarrassing that—

until I “accidentally” dropped the phone, stopping the recording.

He kept going.

“…Why’d you stop recording? Your boyfriend wanted to see this.”

“Don’t film…, ngh, haah…,”

“…Huu…. Hey, mix properly. Stop thinking about snatching the phone.”

“…Mmh, mph… fhhu…. …Schlp….”

…He desires me.

Even though that pervert is just pretending to be my boyfriend.

More than Baek Jiho, who’s been my friend for 20 years.

So much that it almost feels like he likes me more.

So much.