episode_0478

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Click.

Seo Woojin, who had been tapping on his phone after taking a picture of me, turned the screen toward me to show what he had done.

The first thing that caught my eye was the photo.

A photo of me sitting casually on the bed, wearing nothing but a towel.

Above it were the trivial daily texts I had exchanged with Baek Jiho last night.

And below it, a single message that was clearly not sent by me: “I’ll send you a link later.”

…He usually reads these things right away.

But right now, there was no sign that he had seen it—maybe he was showering.

“If what you say is true, it’s better to start without your boyfriend’s permission, right?”

Was he worried about being interrupted? Seo Woojin turned off his phone right in front of me, then brought out a tripod he had prepared for today.

Hmm. Honestly, I’ve seen selfie sticks before, but this was my first time seeing something as serious as a tripod…

I thought it’d be pretty big, but contrary to my expectations, the tripod in its default state was surprisingly compact. Of course, once the legs were extended and the height adjusted, it reached the size I had imagined.

Either way, the preparations were complete once Seo Woojin mounted his phone on the tripod.

Up until then, I had just been swallowing nervously, fidgeting with my fingers without doing anything. But the moment I heard Seo Woojin’s voice, I doubted my ears.

“Ah, this is my first time filming something like this. Should we leave a video message? Like an introduction or something.”

A video message? Seriously? The thought flashed through my mind.

Baek Jiho probably already knew what I was up to from the text earlier anyway…

Honestly, the idea didn’t appeal to me.

But after turning it over in my mind, I realized it wasn’t entirely meaningless.

There’s a reason people talk about mood, right?

Rather than just filming Seo Woojin and me having sex… making it clear that this was a bad thing—that I knew it was wrong—would create a far more depraved atmosphere.

…Come to think of it, I think I’ve seen videos like that before. Ones where the woman introduced herself as a “2X-year-old married woman.”

“…Are you filming now?”

“Not yet.”

Well, Baek Jiho would probably like it.

Maybe I’ll just give it a try.

“Start recording. I’ll do what you asked.”

After making up my mind, I gave a short signal and cleared my throat.

…What was in front of me was just a cold lens, but beyond it was Baek Jiho.

Even if I couldn’t genuinely empathize with the things he liked,

I could still guess what kind of talk would excite him.

“…Uh, well.”

“Relax. Just relax.”

After a short beep—likely the sound of the recording starting—Seo Woojin sat down beside me.

What the lens was capturing right now, frame by frame, was a girl wrapped in nothing but a bath towel and a guy in just his boxers.

Figuring out what to say to get Baek Jiho worked up was easier than I thought.

“…Second year at Miren Academy. Seol Dabin. Dating Baek Jiho, who’s a year older, for a little over ten years since we were kids.”

“…….”

“Starting now… someone other than Baek Jiho… a real man…”

“…….”

“…is going to wreck me all night long.”

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“You only did that because your boyfriend likes it, right?”

“…O-Of course. Did you really think I’d see you that way? A real man? Pfft… You’re just… a little bigger than average…”

“Haha… Oh, and acting all lovey-dovey didn’t really work out, so let’s just do it like we usually do.”

“…Huh? Like usual…?”

“Like how we talk normally. Forcing yourself to use informal speech was awkward.”

“…Ah.”

A real man.

Going to get wrecked all night.

Once I got those bold words out, the rest came easily.

Like when Seo Woojin’s skin brushed against mine while the camera lens stared indifferently.

Or when he pulled off the towel wrapped around me.

Or when our voices naturally intertwined.

At this point, the only thing bothering me was wondering how much of this the lens would capture.

…Right now, the bed in the frame probably looked neat.

But I was curious what state it would be in by the end.

“Then… should we start with some light foreplay?”

“…….”

I nodded quietly, and Seo Woojin, sitting right beside me, moved behind me.

Instead of starting the foreplay right away, he spent a moment lightly embracing me.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure what his intention was, but being held like this didn’t feel bad.

…Come to think of it, have Baek Jiho and I ever hugged like this?

We’ve known each other since we were so young that we might as well have been actual siblings.

Lost in my thoughts amid the quiet rustling of the sheets, Seo Woojin’s hands, which had been tightly gripping my waist, carefully moved upward.

“…These should only be touched by your boyfriend. I’m sorry for doing this.”

“What’s there to be sorry about? He brought this on himself…”

“…Is that so?”

“….”

…My breasts.

Ever since I started wearing a school uniform, they’ve drawn annoying stares from guys.

And now, the hands of my friend’s boyfriend were freely groping them.

“…But Seo Woojin, for someone who keeps apologizing… aren’t you enjoying this a little too much?”

“…Ah, sorry. It’s just that they’re bigger than Hayun noona’s. Hmm…”

Baek Jiho has never handled me like this before.

But another man was already shaping and kneading them as he pleased.

“You must get stared at a lot, huh? …These.”

“…Always. Especially during P.E… it’s worse.”

“…Well, how could they not? Carrying these around.”

“‘Carrying’? What kind of way is that to talk about someone’s body… Ngh…”

“Don’t flex your arms.”

“…….”

“Keep your hands below your navel.”

“…Tch…”

Squeezing them tightly.

Weighing them from below with light strokes.

The pink buds at their tips—

Teasing them playfully.

Pressing them between his fingers.

Talking crudely about milking me like some cow—

Then suddenly, ignoring the tips and only tracing the surrounding flesh, leaving me frustrated.

Completely.

Selfishly.

I don’t think he’s ever teased me like this before.

Normally, he’d be rougher—once I was wet enough, he’d tear open a condom and start pounding away.

Was it because of the camera lens watching us?

Today, his foreplay was slow.

And cruel.

“You’re already so hard. Can you see?”

“…It’s my body. Of course I know…”

“Glad it doesn’t feel bad for you.”

“…Ngh… If you touch me like that, of course I’ll get hard… You know that, don’t you? …You’re doing it on purpose…!”

When I snapped slightly, Seo Woojin chuckled and stopped.

The way he did it reminded me of training a disobedient dog, making me bite my lip. But judging by the mood, that wasn’t the case.

The fact that he was smiling meant he was enjoying himself too.

…Then why did he stop?

That idiot would probably be turned on just by filming this to show off to my boyfriend—he wouldn’t care if I died from frustration.

Was he… planning to skip straight to sex?

The heat pressing against my butt—yeah, he was definitely in that state.

My nipples, deprived of stimulation, twitched impatiently.

Lost in thought, trying to ignore them, I heard Seo Woojin speak as he picked up the towel he had set aside earlier.

“Can you spread your legs a little?”

“…….”

…It’s not like I can’t.

We’re going to film everything up to sex anyway, so spreading my legs is just part of the process.

But still… it’s irritating.

If he’s going to tease me, he should do it properly. Cutting it off like this and then asking for more—it’s infuriating.

I was about to refuse on purpose.

“…! W-Wait…”

“Sorry. It’s just easier for me this way when we get to foreplay later.”

At first, I was sure it was just an excuse, and I wasn’t going to humor him.

…Until Seo Woojin lifted my thighs while sitting and pulled me onto his lap.

Until I was leaning against him, with just a pair of boxers between us.

Until his cock, already throbbing, pressed against my damp slit.

“Spread them.”

“…….”

I swallowed hard, my thighs already slightly parted.

And between them, of course, was Seo Woojin’s erection—bulging uncomfortably in his boxers, slightly curved to the side.

The moment I realized that simple fact, it felt like a secret switch inside me flipped on.

…What else can I do?

The one who taught me—a complete novice—everything about what I like,

every little preference of mine,

was that perverted bastard.

If Baek Jiho were here, he’d never get to see this.

Swallowing again, I hesitantly spread my thighs wider.

“…You’re already a little wet here. And I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“That’s because you… you were playing with those earlier…”

“Say it properly. What’s ‘those’?”

“…….”

“Don’t you think your boyfriend would want to hear it when he watches this later?”

A sigh.

A bite of my lip.

A grimace.

A furrow of my brows.

Imagining the reward I’d get from Seo Woojin later… Hah, once.

Mixing them all up in my head—

“…My nipples…”

“…….”

“Baek Jiho hasn’t even… …seen them with his own eyes yet. But you… you’re the first to torment them like this…”

Struggling to say things that would excite Baek Jiho, not Seo Woojin.

Then, silently, I followed Seo Woojin’s hand with my eyes as it moved downward.

“…….”

A womanizer.

…That’s what he’s going to use now.

Right in front of Baek Jiho’s watching eyes.

Captured in every detail.