episode_0477

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Even though I was right beside him—close enough to reach out and touch him immediately.

Even so, watching that ridiculous netorase video and jerking off to it was, frankly, pretty lame.

But aside from Baek Jiho with his weird tastes.

When Seo Woojin filmed that humiliating video with his own hands, his excitement was so obvious it was practically visible.

…Our first raw sex.

No matter how hard I tried with my slender fingers, I could never recreate it.

Because it felt good.

Even if we weren’t filming, I’d want to do it again…

…That’s how much it was.

“Should we head out soon?”

Aside from the womanizer, we bought all sorts of other things—anything that seemed like it might be useful. Without delay, we moved to our next location.

The destination, of course, was a place where only the two of us—me and Seo Woojin—could be.

His place.

Since taking the subway there would’ve been awkward, we had no choice but to take a taxi.

Of course, it was also one of those places where couples usually go with suspicious vibes, the kind that makes you want to die of embarrassment… but.

That option had already been crossed out with a big red X long ago.

Embarrassment was part of it, but what if we just happened to run into someone we knew?

Even if both Seo Woojin and I covered our faces somewhat, I didn’t want to take unnecessary risks.

…Adult shops—well, it wasn’t just my opinion, but Seo Woojin’s too… No, never mind, let’s drop that topic.

Leaning against the taxi door, I realized we were already in front of Seo Woojin’s place.

Maybe we got lucky—despite it being rush hour, when traffic is usually jam-packed, it didn’t take long to arrive.

I got out of the taxi first and turned to look at Seo Woojin, who stepped out after me, and asked:

“How much do I owe you for half the taxi fare?”

“Taxi fare? Ah, don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal.”

“…….”

I think the driver said it was around 27,000 won.

I opened and closed my lips a few times before finally giving up with a small sigh.

This man had always been like this.

Every time I tried to settle things immediately because I didn’t like owing people, he’d just brush it off like it was nothing.

Maybe just this once—yeah. It’d be fine to let him have his way.

And honestly, what was a measly few thousand won in taxi fare to someone like him?

He wasn’t just some ordinary guy—he was a healer. A healer.

There were even rumors that healers should be managed by the state, down to their every move, regardless of human rights or whatever. Of course, his bank account probably held hundreds, thousands of times more than my monthly part-time wages.

The 20,000 won he felt was nothing would barely buy a single piece of candy by my standards…

So I decided to let it slide—just this once.

Putting aside my thoughts for a moment, I checked the time after the taxi drove off. It was barely past 8 PM.

If we used our time efficiently, including showering afterward, we’d have about three hours to spare.

…Then, now…

“…….”

We had the “props” for filming ready.

We were almost at the location.

The sexual desire needed for filming… had also been slightly stockpiled by holding off on masturbating for days.

If there was one thing still nagging at me—

“Uh, Seo Woojin-ssi. And…”

“Yeah?”

“…Did you shower before we left?”

—it was whether we’d have to waste time showering.

Curious, I cautiously asked after making sure no one was around.

If he were the type to be overly particular about cleanliness, that’d be one thing, but I didn’t really care as long as there wasn’t any bad odor.

And Seo Woojin… well, given how he often licked certain places with his tongue, he probably didn’t care much about that sort of thing either. Yeah.

Anyway, to sum it up, I was asking if we could just wash our hands and feet and get straight to sex.

Besides, when we filmed our first netorase video at the motel a few days ago, the situation wasn’t much different from now. So Seo Woojin would probably prefer to get right to it too.

Having already guessed the answer, I waited—only for Seo Woojin, blinking slowly, to reply at a deliberately measured pace:

“I did shower. Why?”

“…….”

You know why.

Before Baek Jiho came along, we were basically doing it almost every day.

But since filming that netorase video over the weekend, I hadn’t been able to relieve my sexual urges… for days.

…No matter how much I tried to comfort myself with my fingers,

no matter how much I tried to comfort myself with fake toys,

it was like drinking seawater—only making my thirst worse.

I just wanted to quickly—

release the pent-up desire that had been weighing heavily inside me.

But saying that out loud felt like a step too far.

I’d rather bite my own tongue than admit something like that.

I wasn’t some trained bitch from an erotic novel or porn comic—what kind of nonsense was this?

But it wasn’t like I had any better excuses.

At best…

“…B-Because the faster we film, the longer we can keep it… …It’ll be hotter that way.”

Something like that.

It wasn’t like I particularly wanted it.

The best excuse was to say it was because Baek Jiho would like it.

Anyway, I was too embarrassed to keep talking about this.

I should’ve just not asked and waited until later—if Seo Woojin dragged his feet, then I could’ve nudged him a little.

Right after I gave that flimsy excuse while walking through the parking lot, Seo Woojin replied in his usual dry tone:

“That’s fine too, but wouldn’t it also be nice to see you trying your best to feel good in a place your boyfriend can’t interfere?”

“…….”

“The adult toys we bought this time would work well for that too.”

…You absolute fucking pervert.

That was the only thought swelling in my head at his answer.

Seol Dabin’s Training & Humiliation. Runtime: 3 hours.

Before filming the video for Baek Jiho, I’d privately imagined a title like this, but…

Two things about it had already changed.

First, after we each finished showering, the runtime had shortened from three hours to about two.

And second, instead of the word “humiliation”…

“Looking at the instructions, it really does seem like you just press it against you and that’s it.”

“…….”

…the word “study” fit much more neatly.

Unlike last time at the motel, Seo Woojin wasn’t rushing to pounce on me. Staring at him blankly, I adjusted the towel covering my body again.

Not that it did much—it barely covered my chest, while my pelvis kept slipping open, exposing what was inside. But I had to at least try.

…Taking the initiative was too embarrassing anyway.

“…What about charging? Is it okay to use right away? Does it need batteries?”

“It’s rechargeable. It should work right away. I checked and plugged it in just in case.”

I didn’t really get it, but okay.

Finishing the conversation indifferently, I followed Seo Woojin and sat on the edge of the bed.

Maybe because of my slight frustration, I fidgeted slightly, rubbing my thighs together.

…Yeah. I wasn’t going to deny that sex with that pervert felt good.

But that didn’t mean I had to rush.

Based on my months of experience with him, he’d probably finish reading the instruction manual before getting into it.

If I just waited quietly, he’d be the one to remove the towel wrapped around me.

Then, like always, he’d shove his grotesquely erect cock at me.

…Making sure it all fit within the cramped camera lens.

He’d press down on my lower abdomen, showing off—predictable.

Unlike you, every time I use Seol Dabin, I shove it all the way in, he’d brag, marking me with the tip of his glans.

Then, after using the toy we bought at the adult shop for a bit…

Ruthlessly,

forcing it open,

all the way to my cervix.

Thud,

thud,

thud…

“But is it really okay to show all this?”

The voice snapped me out of my runaway fantasy. Pretending nothing happened, I cleared my throat.

“…W-What do you mean?”

“Stuff like this. The dildo.”

In Seo Woojin’s hand was the dildo I’d brought from home.

Something I’d relied on often when my parents were around—now just a useless decoration in my room, too frustrating to use.

“Just… say we bought it together at the adult shop…”

“More than that… Hmm… Are you sure it’s okay?”

“…?”

“At least the womanizer has the excuse of using mechanical power. This is just blatantly comparing me to another guy.”

I got what he meant.

Like, filming a netorase video with Seo Woojin could be excused as acting—”I just wanted you to get turned on watching it” or whatever.

But bringing a dildo that resembled him made it harder to play off as just acting.

It could make it seem like I actually had a thing for that kind of dick.

Are you really okay with that?—that’s what he was worried about.

But it wasn’t something to stress over.

“…He’d probably like it even more that way.”

“…Ah.”

“Sometimes, even when we’re together, he’ll pretend to get a call from you and leave—instead of stopping me, he just watches…”

“Wait, you’ve done that too?”

“Last Monday, I think. While we were having dinner.”

We’d tried it out of curiosity.

The response we got was downright ridiculous.

…Remembering Baek Jiho’s expression at the time, I winced slightly.

Then, as an idea popped into my head, I casually adjusted the towel again—this time more deliberately—and spoke.

“Here. My phone. It’s unlocked.”

“What’s this for?”

“Can’t you guess?”

“……?”

“…Take a picture of me now and text my boyfriend that you’re about to fuck me. A pervert like you would love that, right?”

“…….”

“If you tell him we even brought a tripod this time, he’d probably lose his mind.”