episode_0472

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Motels usually evoke images of late nights or early mornings, but today was different.

Even after committing that embarrassing act with Seo Woojin, it was still broad daylight outside.

In other words, while others were lazily spending the weekend with their families, we were busy filming a netorare (cuckold) video… or something like that.

Still, if I had to count my blessings, today’s events—no, the events from now on—would remain a secret known only to me, Seo Woojin, and Baek Jiho.

I wondered if I should tell Hayun about it to avoid misunderstandings later, but… who knows? For now, it’d be better to keep quiet and feel things out.

Given Hayun’s personality, she wouldn’t openly show her dislike, but…

A netorare sex tape? The confusion on her face would be obvious—there’d practically be a giant question mark floating above her head.

Still, she’d probably force a smile anyway, knowing it was for our relationship.

Well, whatever. I slipped the room key into the kiosk to check out.

As I did, I briefly recalled washing up earlier with that pervert and skimming through the netorare video at double speed.

Just in case, I checked for any lingering scent on my clothes before stepping outside, half-hiding my face.

“You don’t have to worry. There’s no one around.”

“…That’s a relief.”

Hearing Seo Woojin’s words, I glanced around and saw only one or two people in sight—if that.

And even they weren’t paying us any attention.

Thank goodness we’d chosen a secluded motel in a quieter part of downtown.

If this had been a busy area, who knows what might’ve happened…

After nervously smoothing down the front of my shirt, I stole a glance at Seo Woojin walking diagonally ahead.

Not because I wanted to look at him, of course.

I just needed to lightly bump the tip of my shoe against his ankle.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Did you contact Jiho?”

“Me?”

“Obviously you should do it, not me…”

“Right. It makes more sense for you to handle it.”

“……”

“Compared to a guy casually checking in after fucking his fill, wouldn’t you rather hear your embarrassed girlfriend’s voice?”

“Sh-shut up…”

Now that he mentioned it, he wasn’t wrong.

Between Seo Woojin calling Jiho after sex… and me doing it…

If Jiho had to choose, she’d probably prefer the latter.

Not that Woojin’s call wouldn’t have its own merits, but… getting into pointless arguments here would be way too embarrassing.

Telling him to shut his mouth, I kicked his ankle again—lightly—then pulled up Jiho’s number like it was nothing.

A number ingrained in muscle memory, dialed hundreds of times since childhood.

— …Hello?

Had she been waiting the whole time since we parted ways earlier?

The call connected instantly, skipping the usual rings, and Jiho’s overly cautious voice spilled from the speaker.

Should I switch to speakerphone so we can all talk? The thought crossed my mind, but I kept the call private for now.

“Where are you?”

— …Is it over?

“…Yeah, it’s over. So where are you?”

— Just… at a café. I didn’t really have anywhere else to go.

Meaning she’d wandered into the nearest café she could find.

I exhaled awkwardly and nudged Seo Woojin’s ankle again.

He stopped scanning the area like he was checking for surveillance and looked at me.

Staring back at him, I muttered:

“She’s at a café. …We’re going, right?”

“Hmm… I don’t think we have to.”

“We are. I’m not explaining this mess alone.”

Sure, I could just send her the video file and be done with it—but the real problem comes after.

It’s not like I can surgically avoid all related topics, and Jiho’s bound to have a million questions burning in her mind.

Handling those alone? No way.

So I grabbed and pinched the edge of Seo Woojin’s coat first.

Even if he’s worked out a bit, there’s no way a normie like him could break free from my grip anyway.

“What’s the exact address? We’re heading over now…”

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There are things you always see when walking through the city.

The suffocating flood of pedestrians. Loud digital billboards showing ads no one cares about. Convenience stores everywhere. Cafés with ever-changing signs. Stale, unpleasant air. Normally, these things never change—but right now, I barely registered any of it.

…Right now, I was too busy paying attention to Seo Woojin walking beside me to even glance around.

This was nothing like my usual walks with Jiho or friends.

If I’d known it’d be like this, we should’ve taken a taxi…

“This crosswalk, then we’re there, right?”

“Y-Yeah, guess so…”

The reason Woojin was bothering me so much?

It wasn’t just the fear of running into friends—if that happened, I could play it off as a coincidence. After all, we weren’t standing in front of a motel anymore.

No, the real problem was…

“…….”

The looks.

People staring—at us.

Sigh…

The guys? Whatever. They’ve always been like that.

But the girls on the street?

…Honestly, are they staring too much?

I’ve never noticed this happening before, so the only difference now is Seo Woojin next to me.

Fine. If they were only looking at him, whatever—he already gets clandestine photos taken at the academy anyway.

But the real issue? They weren’t just staring at him—they were looking at me right after, like we were a set.

Look at that. Another one glancing at Woojin, then staring straight at me.

Followed by pretending they weren’t staring as they looked away—that annoying routine.

There’s no way they weren’t assuming I was this bastard’s girlfriend. Ugh…

It’s not like we were even acting close or anything. All we did was have—

……

…N-no-condom se—

“…H-Hey. Seo Woojin.”

“Hm?”

“Stop walking so close to me. …People are getting the wrong idea.”

“…? You’re the one who could just move away.”

“…….”

A blunt fact.

Before I could retort—or react at all—the crosswalk light changed, forcing me to step forward first.

“…Ah, Teacher… …Daebin.”

“……”

“…Did you finish?”

Jiho’s voice, accompanied by fast-approaching footsteps, reached me around the same time.

“We did. …Not sure if it’s what you wanted, though.”

Mostly, I just wanted to stop being mistaken for Woojin’s girlfriend.

Walking over to Jiho as I responded, I unlocked my phone.

…The sex video we’d just recorded. I was going to send it to her anyway, but apparently, she also wanted me to use it as “material” for when I got off alone.

Plus, she’d said this would make it feel even more like she’d been stolen from—something that’d excite her further… So, disgusted and reluctant, I’d agreed.

Which was why the video file’s title read:

[Seol Daebin’s Virginity Lost]

—A bold-faced lie, of course.

The thumbnail showed me with Woojin’s hand pressing down on my head as I sucked his dick—a sight so mortifying I wanted to die.

“You really… recorded it.”

“You’re the one who begged for it.”

“…Sorry.”

“Anyway, I uploaded it to Drive, so you can grab the link and download it later…”

This should be more than enough to satisfy her.

Fanning my heated cheeks, I glanced around.

We’d stepped into a shaded alley for privacy, and thankfully, no one seemed to care.

Relieved, I pressed on:

“So, does this cover it? You didn’t answer earlier.”

“…….”

Same question, but Jiho still didn’t respond.

Her eyes just kept darting between my face—slightly contorted in annoyance—and the play button (▶) on my screen.

Especially the timestamp below it: 40:00.

Reading her mind, I whispered:

“…Want me to film more? Me, uh… having lots of sex with Teacher instead of you?”

“…….”

(Deep down, 10% of me was horrified and hoping this “netorase” would end here.)

…But 90%?

I already knew—she’d nod slowly.

“Sigh…”

Another round of that kind of sex?

Not like it’s something I can’t do. We’ve already mixed bodies plenty of times… This just means recording it from now on.

Sure, seeing a tripod next time would be mortifying, but that’s it. Eventually, I’ll get used to it, right?

So, this sigh was just…

“…So you really want to see it?”

—At my boyfriend nodding eagerly for more cheating videos.

“Jiho, didn’t you say you’d visit home around Christmas? Your birthday’s around then too, right?”

“…Probably.”

“Then over the next month or so…”

“…….”

“…Would one per week be enough?”

“…….”

(My boyfriend didn’t even bat an eye at my shameless declaration of more affairs.)

“Too little?”

“N-No, once is fine… But you—not me—are you really okay with…?”

“I’m fine. …I enjoyed it too. ……Getting fucked on camera.”

“…….”

“…You saw the thumbnail, right? Unlike yours, his is huge. Teacher… ahem.”

Even after hearing something that should’ve been humiliating, all he did was tent his pants slightly.

…Wow. Even though I’m the one who cheated first.

For some reason—maybe some weird self-loathing—

I felt just a little disillusioned.

“Four videos by Christmas. …I’ll do it. Since you want to see them.”

“…O-Okay.”

Less my childhood friend who made me feel at ease—

More like a troublesome boy making absurd requests.

“Ah, Teacher, are you okay with this? Meeting me behind Hayun’s back…”

“Better to keep it discreet than let rumors spread.”

“Then next week too… Do it again. …What we just did.”

That was all.