episode_0471

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“Was worried since it’s your first time. Glad it doesn’t hurt.”

“…….”

“Can you move?”

The tenderness in his voice was enough to make me cringe.

For a brief moment, I looked down at Seol Dahbin, nodding sluggishly beneath that stupid mask.

Suppressing the suffocating rush of dopamine threatening to freeze my brain, I steadied the focus of the smartphone in my hand.

Too low wouldn’t do.

If she moved, the point where we were joined would inevitably come into view—and ruining the fun by revealing her bareback sex with me this early would be boring.

But shooting too high wasn’t what I wanted either.

That dumb expression on Seol Dahbin’s face right now—I wanted it for my eyes only.

…Broadcasting the obscene sight of a woman who’d soon be mine to just anyone?

Not ideal.

The limit of what I’d allow was exactly this much.

“Haa…”

Every time I thrust deep inside, Seol Dahbin’s lips parted dazedly.

Her chest, rising and falling rapidly.

The sweat beading on her waist.

…The faint shadow forming on her lower abdomen.

This far, and no further.

“…Ngh, ah… Haa…”

Through the lens, incapable of fully capturing the vividness of reality.

Slowly.

I smoothed out the slight protrusion of her lower abdomen—whatever had caused it.

…This time, a little faster.

So even you, who’ve never had sex before, could notice the change.

Pushing my cock all the way to the deepest part of Seol Dahbin’s walls, I recreated a shadow similar to the one from before.

“This much is fine, right?”

“…Mmm…”

The sticky wetness of her arousal clung to where we joined,

but I made sure to keep it entirely out of frame.

“…For now, it’s best to help her get used to it.”

The condom that should’ve been there lay discarded beside Seol Dahbin, tucked haphazardly among her clothes—its torn wrapper shoved back inside.

“…Ah… Hah, …Ngh…”

If I slipped up even slightly, I could’ve flooded her womb with cum right then.

But as if that future didn’t even cross my mind, I kept thrusting gently.

…Holding the phone in one hand made it a little awkward,

but something this light was easy enough to film.

From Seol Dahbin’s lips to her lower abdomen—

I captured exactly that much on screen.

Then, the cock she’d swallowed earlier when I pressed her head down at the start of the video—

Thud.

Thrust.

—I rammed it back inside.

“…W-Wait… Inside, it’s… really… …….”

Her chest swayed softly with each movement.

Her lower lip occasionally caught between her teeth.

She’d tried to act natural, as if nothing was happening, but now her hands clutched the sheets, refusing to let go.

Preserving the happiness of your girlfriend—something you’d never get to see—as nothing but data.

The way her walls clenched madly around me—a pleasure for me alone.

Squelch.

Squelch.

The sound of slick friction, like rubbing in too much lotion, filled the recording without pause.

…But maybe

it was too much for Seol Dahbin.

“Hah… H-Hek… Just… slow down…”

“Pretty sure I’m already going slow enough.”

“…Then just… stop… for a sec… Break…”

“A break? …Now?”

“…Three minutes… Just one… Take it… out…”

Just moments ago, she’d been lying back, gasping against the pillow.

Now, she turned her head slightly to the side,

pushing weakly against my chest as if pleading for me to stop.

“…Hey, wait… Are you deaf… Ah… Ngh…”

…Something about it made me not want to listen.

Seol Dahbin’s voice, thick with tears, trembling as if on the verge of crying.

I’d never heard it before.

And yet, this crazy bitch was squeezing me even tighter than before.

…I wanted my hands free, too.

Might as well ditch the video and just record the audio.

I tossed the still-recording phone onto the bed.

“Deaf… you say…?”

“…….”

“H-Hey, Seo Woojin… …?”

Just like always.

I fucked her.

“Ngh…? Ah…? …… Ohhk…?”

Though I’d lowered my voice for the pre-sex talk, there was no way this wouldn’t be picked up by the phone.

It was too risky to dismiss as trivial, but in the end, I shoved the thought aside and drove my hips forward.

“Hah… Ah, oh… Ngh…”

Instead of the creaking bed from gentle thrusts,

the sound of raw, unrestrained fucking echoed through the room—

recorded by the phone.

“Pull… out… Take it… out…”

Ignoring Seol Dahbin’s half-hearted attempts to push me away,

I pinned her thighs down with my hands.

Just before the tip slipped out of view, I pulled it free from where it had been grinding against her cervix—

then shoved it back in to the hilt.

Again.

And again.

Until nothing but moans spilled from Seol Dahbin’s lips.

Thrust.

Thrust.

“You’ve been on the edge this whole time, and now you’re telling me to pull out?”

“…Too… loud… I just… don’t like it…”

“…Instead of stopping, there’s something your boyfriend would like even more.”

“…? Wait, hey. Seo Woojin…”

After giving her a moment to consider the implications,

I resumed fucking her the same way I always did—minus the condom.

Before long, she was reduced to nothing but breathy, feminine moans as we lost ourselves in the pleasure.

Annoyance. Ecstasy.

Her face, a mess of conflicting emotions, like oil and water stirred thickly together.

Forcing my fingers to intertwine with hers.

Stealing short, rough kisses.

…Biting her tongue hard enough to draw blood—a mark of irritation—

then healing it as if nothing had happened.

“Say it. The recording’s still on.”

“…W-What… am I supposed to…”

“You know. …This whole thing was your boyfriend’s request, wasn’t it?”

“…Hh, ngh… Ah… Haa…”

“Still don’t want to say it?”

“…G-God…! Y-You’re really…!”

Ruthlessly.

Relentlessly.

Not giving her a second to breathe, I pushed her further.

“…H-Having it… with you… feels…”

“Don’t dance around it. Say it properly.”

“….”

“Now.”

“…The sex… with Seo Woojin instead of you…”

“….”

“…Feels… so… so much better… Unbelievably… better… Than you could ever…”

“….”

“…I’m sorry. Sorry… I’m—”

The rhythm I’d slowed just for her answer—

I resumed.

Without mercy.

“…Was it saying it out loud? You’ve finally loosened up. Even your juices are flowing this much now.”

“…Too… loud…”

Her glistening entrance, slick with arousal.

When I dragged my thumb along the side, she kicked her legs in embarrassment—

but I just pushed back in, pounding deep like before,

forcing her to quietly take it.

“…Fhah, hah… Haa…”

Thud.

Thud.

For the next few minutes, the phone captured nothing but the violent sound of pistoning flesh.

Amid the recording, loud enough to drown out even our voices,

instead of bickering, proof that we’d been too busy kissing.

All of it preserved clearly for Baek Jiho to piece together.

Until finally—

“…Haa…”

“…Ah… Hic…”

Silently.

Without a single sound, quietly.

Only my sigh and Seol Dahbin’s flustered gasp made it into the recording as I pulled my twitching cock free—

and came all over her.

…Beneath her chin.

The breasts I’d been playing with earlier.

Her toned, smooth stomach.

The soft swell of her lower abdomen—unavoidable for a woman.

Every part of her body that had been captured in the netorare recording now bore my mark—not her boyfriend’s.

“…Wait, the phone…”

“…Hah… Hah… Haaah…”

Then I picked it up again.

…I hadn’t bothered preparing a used condom,

but at this point, that hardly mattered.

“…You worked hard, Seol Dahbin.”

“…….”

“…Mad?”

“…No…”

After the briefly blacked-out screen came back on,

the sight of her body—cherished by her boyfriend of 20 years—now drenched in another man’s cum.

The knowledge that, from now on, Seol Dahbin would carry the scent of another man.

All of it would sear itself into Baek Jiho’s mind.

“…I’ll get tissues.”

Though I’d half-heartedly tried to keep up the lover act, the formal speech slipped back out as I spoke.

After stopping the recording, I tossed the now-dark phone aside and got off the bed.

…Honestly, I’d been panicking the entire time.

Not just at some point—from start to finish. All of it.

Of course, if we were assigning blame, 90% would fall on Seo Woojin. The remaining 10% was mine for not stopping him firmly enough.

If the condom didn’t fit, we could’ve just rescheduled, right?

Was raw sex… really the only option?

What if something went wrong?

…Were you planning to make me and Baek Jiho raise it?

Because of that, the sex just now had been…

mortifying.

“…….”

Mortifying.

And unbelievably good.

The only differences from usual were the phone recording us

and the absence of that thin layer of latex between her soaked walls and my cock. Just those two things.

That one flimsy barrier couldn’t possibly make this much of a difference.

…It must’ve been the filming. The atmosphere was just weird.

I’m not into netorare… not even a little bit…

“Here’s some water. You needed it, right?”

“…I’ll drink it, thanks.”

…I’m not interested.

Not turned on or anything, just… curious why people like this sort of thing.

Purely academic.

And yet, the reason this had been the best sex of my life was—

Sure, going raw played a part, but…

“Also, this… Take a look first. The recording. If there’s anything risky in there, we’ll need to figure out how to explain it.”

“…….”

“Or we could just reshoot.”

“R-Reshoot…?”

“If you don’t want to, we can just say we couldn’t go through with it and wasted time before coming out.”

“…….”

…I don’t know.

It’s just, well…

The fact that I already want to do it again

is what pisses me off the most.

I don’t get it.

Digging deeper until I figure out the truth—

I hate that, too.