episode_0470

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Audacious sounds—

They won’t stop.

The sound of that pervert holding my chin and fervently kissing me outside the lens.

The sound of a thin stream of liquid spilling out in shame from where, just moments ago, the noise of rubbing lotion had been loud.

The sound of the sheets brushing against me as I squirm against his body leaning into me—

They swirl tightly in my ears, in my head.

…This is probably all being recorded on Seo Woojin’s phone.

Saved as a video, an hour—maybe even two hours long.

After being given some arbitrary title that doesn’t reflect my will at all.

It’ll be sent to Baek Jiho’s phone.

How good it felt to be touched by another man’s hands.

Every last bit of it.

Explicitly recorded.

“Seems like you’ve calmed down now.”

“…Hahh, …haah….”

Struggling to catch my breath, I let out a few whimpers.

After a kiss so dizzying it left my head foggy, I wipe away the thin silver thread and exhale roughly.

Through half-lidded eyes that had been glazed over the entire time our tongues tangled, I glare at the phone capturing my current state and speak.

The sight of a girlfriend who used to be so comfortable with him now clinging to another man—yeah.

I guess someone might want to see that.

I don’t get it, but I’ll try to understand.

But that someone isn’t me.

…I am trying to understand, but.

Right now, I’m just so embarrassed and humiliated.

Let me say it again—I’m not into you, Seo Woojin.

It’s just, well… the incident at the pension bothered me, so I had no choice.

I really, really hate showing Jiho this embarrassing side of me.

So, honestly, I want to press the pause button on the phone.

“…I’m holding it again. The phone.”

“…….”

I wonder if my brain is deteriorating as time passes.

It’s true that I’m so embarrassed and humiliated, but…

…It’s just, something.

I don’t know.

Even though the common sense in my head screams that this is something I shouldn’t be doing—

Every time I obediently follow Woojin’s words,

It’s like,

A shiver runs through me…

“Ah, should I film it like this instead? Or maybe like this?”

“Wai…, ngh, don’t touch me so freely….”

“We have to film what we’re showing your boyfriend. …Besides, if you’re not satisfied with how this goes, I might have to find another guy… maybe even some punkish type.”

“…….”

“You don’t want to make things messy either, right? If we’re going to keep this between us…”

“Ah, fine. I get it….”

“…Good. Then again—how about this angle?”

“…….”

…It’s the same when he films us with the phone now.

Of course, it’s embarrassing to have my nearly naked body recorded.

Having Woojin grab my bare breasts from right beside me is so mortifying I can’t even speak.

And filming me eagerly stroking Woojin’s co—ck? That doesn’t even need explaining.

But then—

“…Measure it with your hand.”

“Meas…, …ah, the length….”

“You’d probably like being compared like this.”

Even this is being recorded on the phone.

…Because he’s going to show it to Jiho later.

My ears burn so hot I don’t know what to do.

“A little longer than a handspan?”

“…Yeah. A bit more….”

“Doesn’t seem like your hands are particularly big.”

“Not much different from Hayoon’s…, …anyway, this would be about twenty…, twen…? Twenty-three…?”

“Dunno. Never measured properly myself.”

“…Twenty-three centimeters….”

“More importantly… how much of your boyfriend’s can you take?”

I should answer.

It’s better to say it.

I don’t particularly want to lay everything bare for Woojin, but—

Like he said.

Even I think Jiho would… like hearing this.

“Half…, below half….”

“Below half?”

“…Around here….”

Stopping the awed stretching of my fingers,

I drag my middle finger—which had been subtly teasing his glans—slowly downward.

To about the middle of Woojin’s length.

…No, a little further down than that.

Marking the size of Jiho’s thing, the last time I saw it a year ago.

On a spot completely dry, not even damp with my saliva.

“…Ah. This feeling.”

“…….”

Of course, I don’t think this means Jiho lost.

Jiho has so many other strengths.

Like how he’s a bit clueless at times but still takes good care of me.

…Um, well, and how his body looks great from all his training.

There are so many things he has that Woojin doesn’t.

In comparison, this guy’s only strengths are…

…How it feels so much better when he touches me than when I do it myself.

How, before actual sex, the way he torments me by teasing shallowly feels… even better than I imagined.

How the sex where he pins me down and fucks me like an animal—

The sex where I just cling to the pillow and get wrecked—

Feels so good that there’s nothing else like it.

“Then, I have a question.”

The only thing this guy has going for him is a slightly bigger dick.

While I was still moving my hand up and down to Jiho’s length under the still-recording lens—

“How far have you gone? …With your boyfriend.”

……Ah, aha.

Right. This—we’ve kept it a secret from Jiho.

Today is the first time we’ve seen each other naked.

The very beginning of this video, where Woojin pushed my head down for a blowjob—that was also my first time.

Leaning against Woojin, getting pleasured until the floor was wet—also my first time today.

…And the sex that’s about to happen? Also my first time.

“…Actually, se…x, we haven’t… yet….”

“…Why?”

So I play innocent.

Letting out a single, guilt-tinged word.

“…Guess I wasn’t his type.”

“…Well, now we know the reason, don’t we?”

“Preference…, because of….”

“Yeah. Preference.”

With this dick—my first.

I lost my virginity to it.

With a toy shaped like this dick—countless times.

I lost track of time pleasuring myself.

Even though I already betrayed him months ago—

…This time, for the video Jiho will see—

I lie.

“If it’s your first time, is it okay to do it with me?”

“…Jiho was the one who asked for this anyway…, and….”

No need to feel… sorry.

Jiho would like this too. …It’ll be fine.

Even if he’s a little hurt,

If I just brush it off with “I acted like that because I thought you’d like it”—

…It’ll pass without issue.

Rationalizing it so easily—

“…I, well…, …like this kind more….”

“…….”

“Big ones… like yours….”

“…….”

“…are what I’m into.”

I spit out—

A lie.

A bright red lie, not a shred of truth in it.

“Was it like that before too?”

“…Before too, a little….”

“When you watched porn, did you seek out big ones on purpose?”

“…Not necessarily, but… if given the choice….”

“So you’re saying, ‘I get turned on by videos of getting railed by huge dicks.’”

“…….”

Would he enjoy this kind of conversation—the thrill of having his girlfriend stolen? Or would he genuinely immerse himself and feel sad?

I don’t know.

…If it’s the latter, I can just apologize later.

Nodding faintly at Woojin’s question, the shadow of my hair sways softly over my chest.

“Huu…, well, whatever.”

“…….”

“Motel condoms are a bit iffy, but—”

“…Ngh….”

When did he even check?

As he grabs a condom from the side of the room—

I’m dragged along helplessly again.

“Since it’s your first time, I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

…Didn’t you just pin my thighs down and pound into me hard not too long ago?

Hearing the word gentle from a guy like that is absurd, but what can I do?

It’s not like I can say, “We’ve already been having sex all this time,” for the recording Jiho will hear later.

So I stay silent, pressing the camera lens against the bedsheet to find a good angle—

“…Tch, shit….”

“…….”

I caught Woojin struggling.

…Like how he’s straining with the condom.

After a few attempts, he takes out a new one, trying to fit it over the tip.

Guess the condom size… doesn’t fit.

Well, motel condoms are made for the average person.

It’s understandable if it’s a little tight.

“…….”

But then—

What do we do?

‘…What’s wrong? Why are you like this?’

‘Size. Doesn’t fit. It’ll go on, but it’s squeezing so tight it’s cutting off circulation….’

In the end, I left the phone aside and crawled over, whispering a small question.

The answer was exactly what I expected.

If that’s the case, there’s nothing we can do.

We’ll have to stop here for now, either go get the condoms Woojin usually uses at his place, or reschedule for another day—

“…….”

“…….”

…No. No. No.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Of course, getting all worked up and then stopping abruptly would be frustrating.

It’s like cutting off masturbation right in the middle.

Plus, with how hard he is, putting on underwear or pants would be uncomfortable.

Ah, I have an idea.

We could just do a blowjob, handjob, or something like that.

Or even frottage.

Wouldn’t that make it easier for you to leave, Woojin?

“…Phup, phew, tsch….”

…After a few seconds of exchanging glances—

Just because I looked—

For less than half a second—

At his twitching cock, glistening with pre-cum—

Don’t try to brush it off with a kiss.

Can’t you just say something?

“Woojin, wait…. Ngh…, …….”

Raw… is a no.

Luckily, if I calculate my cycle, today’s mostly a safe day, but—

Beyond the risk, it’s just wrong.

…You took my virginity first.

You stole my first climax first,

You left the strong smell of rubber inside me first.

If you take even raw sex before Jiho—

‘…I’ll pull out.’

‘…Shut up. You’ll pretend it was an accident and come inside….’

‘You can just push it out with your muscles anyway.’

‘Still….’

‘Besides, …your boyfriend would want to see this even more.’

‘…….’

‘His trusted girlfriend doing something even worse than he thought.’

…What do you want me to do, Jiho?

‘…And you’d feel much better this way too.’

‘…….’

‘Way more than the sex we usually have.’

Of course it’d feel better…

With the rubber barrier completely gone.

For both me and you. The sensations would be sharper.

It’d feel a little better.

But.

‘It’s still a no. …We have to draw the line somewhere.’

‘After going as far as filming this, you’re talking about lines?’

‘…I’m embarrassed too, but still….’

No.

Let’s stop here and go back.

Then, after getting the right condoms, we can continue.

That’s what I thought firmly—

…At first.

‘…….’

But when Woojin presses his hot, erect cock against my lower stomach—

My words keep getting stuck.

…Well, I have been—

This whole time—

In the mood for se…x too.

‘…Then I’ll go slow. We’ll decide then. Whether to stop or keep going.’

‘I said no…, dammit….’

I squirm against Woojin’s selfish actions, but—something. I have no strength.

The risk of pregnancy flickers in my mind, but the thought that it’s a safe day bubbles up.

I wonder how I’ll face Jiho after this, but the thought that I already half-agreed to it crushes my reason.

I never said raw sex was okay.

In the end, all that’s left are simple thoughts.

…If he pulls out right before finishing, it’ll be fine.

And without the usual rubber, the sex will feel even better.

“…….”

Even as Woojin presses his bare cock against my entrance—

All I do is gulp.

…Not what if he goes in, but—

Will it really feel that good?

Such a stupid thought—

“…?! ……♡ ………?…. ………Ngh….”

…Is what I thought—

Before Woojin shoves in, doing as he pleases.

“…Ngh…, ugh, i-it’s… weird….”

Raw pussy—all the way.

After grinding his cock in like he’s branding me—

Without even thrusting properly—

Squelch,

Slap,

Slap,

No such vulgar sounds.

Just pressing in deeply—

Then, after catching his breath, he pulls out quietly.

“…Ah, the phone. Phew… Left it over there.”

“……, …? ………♡….”

Because my mind—

Is breaking.

“…Does it hurt a lot? Davin?”

Between my arms covering my face—

Through the gap, at the camera lens Woojin is holding—

I answer carefully.

“…I’m okay….”

Slightly, in a daze.