episode_0479

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A vibrator.

I hadn’t tried something like that yet, but I’d at least studied online to get a rough idea of what kind of sensation it delivered.

…It intensely stimulates the clitoris.

A tool that helps you reach climax quickly.

So, of course, if I entrusted this to Seo Woo-jin’s hands before sex, it would feel incredibly good.

I also thought it would make for a decent scene in the netorase video Baek Ji-ho would eventually watch.

Not that it was surprising—Woo-jin had always been…

“Guess we didn’t have enough time to charge it properly. This light here shows the battery level.”

Even if he just used his fingers to caress me, the experience was far, far more pleasurable than when I locked myself in my room and masturbated.

…And today, even if I ended up feeling so good I could die from that embarrassing toy.

Even if I let that cold camera lens capture every expression I’d never show in front of Baek Ji-ho.

It wouldn’t be all that strange.

“The manual mentioned different intensity levels. Let’s start with level one. Tell me if anything feels off.”

“…Okay.”

Woo-jin, who had spoken right behind me, draped the towel he’d brought earlier over my thighs before leisurely sliding his hand beneath it.

…With nothing but his bare fingers.

I’d assumed he’d go straight for the toy.

But the first thing to touch me was his familiar, firm fingers.

A “Why?” briefly crossed my mind, but it didn’t last long.

“…Ngh…!”

Because Woo-jin, who had been gently tracing my labia, suddenly flipped back my clit… hood.

Exposing my slightly swollen clit to the camera in front of me—without even touching it. By peeling back the covering skin.

…In the past, I would’ve lashed out at Woo-jin for doing something like this, but now was different.

All I did was flinch momentarily in surprise before quickly regaining my composure and glancing at the now-powered-on vibrator.

“If it hurts, you have to tell me, okay?”

“…I know.”

“Then….”

Maybe I’d learned that if I waited quietly, Woo-jin would make me feel good.

Suppressing the pounding of my heart—inaudible to the camera—I waited until the vibrator in Woo-jin’s hand finally touched my clit.

And the result?

“…Huh? …W-Wait a second….”

“Already?”

“It’s just… Hold on….”

He’d said it was only level one.

But the moment that oddly shaped thing touched my clit, a shivery, prickling sensation shot through my lower abdomen and spread across my entire body. Within barely three seconds, I ended up shoving Woo-jin’s arm away.

There was definitely… something pleasurable about it, but the main reason wasn’t the pleasure.

What unexpectedly spread through my nerves was… a subtle pain.

So, in a panic, I stopped Woo-jin, catching my breath as I stared blankly down between my thighs.

It wasn’t excruciating, but maybe because I hadn’t prepared at all… I was a little startled.

“…….”

…What do I do?

I’d seen similar cases online.

Was it because I was too aroused?

Or was I just… too sensitive?

I could guess, but saying this outright to Woo-jin would be mortifying—completely out of the question.

So I tiptoed around it instead.

“Y-You have to use lube first… They even told you that at the store….”

“…Ah, I thought since you were already pretty wet, it wouldn’t matter.”

“…It just hurts a little when it touches me directly.”

“Hold on. The lube was next to the charger… Got it.”

…Seemed like this was Woo-jin’s first time using a toy like this too.

For a moment, I chewed over the strange feeling that this was a first for both of us.

Luckily, the lube was within his reach, so he didn’t have to move around noisily.

“…Hah…, ……Nngh….”

All he had to do was squeeze the slick lube onto his hand and carefully spread it over my clit.

For a moment, my gaze alternated between Woo-jin’s hand on my skin and the distant camera lens.

Once I confirmed the preparations were done, I nodded at Woo-jin’s signal to continue.

“……Huh?!”

Letting my guard down even slightly…

…was a mistake.

“…Ah, wait… Nn….”

“Does it hurt again?”

“…N-No… It’s just….”

“…….”

“…Keep… going….”

Huh? The vibrator’s not as big a deal as I thought?

That’s what I caught myself thinking, at least.

Woo-jin doesn’t seem to know much about vibrators either—kind of funny, actually.

That’s what I caught myself thinking, at least.

Now I’ve got something to talk about when my friends bring up 19+ topics.

That’s the kind of innocent thought I had, at least.

So… I let my guard down a little.

After the lube was applied, the sudden rush of pleasure made me shiver with delight, my hairs standing on end.

“…Hah, ngh…, ……Ah….”

It feels good.

No.

It feels good.

Clamping my lips shut against the incoherent feedback flooding my brain.

If I kept my mouth open like a panting dog, I’d end up letting out the most vulgar moans.

Even as my lips kept parting with helpless sounds, I fought to keep them sealed.

But that didn’t mean this was a type of pleasure I’d never felt before.

The closest comparison was the sensation of Woo-jin licking my clit with his tongue.

The only difference was that this was a machine. Far more relentless… and ruthless than a person’s touch.

…One small mercy was that Woo-jin couldn’t see my toes curling and twitching.

Of course, Baek Ji-ho, who’d watch this video, would.

The way my expression crumbled under the pleasure.

My squirming toes, my body pushing against Woo-jin’s arm.

The moans spilling out uncontrollably.

…The way I struggled to steady my breath even after calming down slightly.

He’d see everything he wanted and more.

“Hah…, Hah……, …Ngh….”

Right. This much is fine.

This is what the toy was made for—it’s only natural to feel good.

But one question remained: How could it feel this good the very first time it touched me?

I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

I’d heard that at first, it might not feel like much, and you’d have to keep adjusting the angle to suit your body.

But just pressing it against me like this felt so good… How?

Come to think of it, it had been like this before too.

When Woo-jin used his fingers to stimulate my vaginal walls, he’d find my weak spots in no time, as if saying, “You’d like this, right?”

But how he figured it out, or what method he used… I had no clue.

…The pleasure prickling through my lower abdomen kept eating away at my thoughts.

In the end, I gave up trying to make sense of it.

He’s just used to women, that’s all.

Even with Hayun around, he’s the kind of trash who’d go out of his way to find sex partners.

The kind of guy who’d invite the ever-prim-and-proper Seo-yeon sunbae to his place, cover her skin in blatant hickeys, and turn her into such a slut she’d beg to fuck in the student council room.

Thinking like this…

…makes it easier.

“Is it too much?”

“…I’m f-fine… For now….”

Maybe because I’d been lightly arching my back in his arms this whole time.

Woo-jin asked as if he already knew what I was thinking.

Annoyed by his tone, I deliberately lied and reached my free hand between my thighs.

…Not that I was trying to act tough by pressing the vibrator harder against myself. I wasn’t stupid enough to do that.

What I wanted to touch was lower.

The thing straining stiffly between my legs… Woo-jin’s cock.

Trapped in tight boxers, swollen with effort—I fumbled my slender fingers around it.

Making sure the camera wouldn’t catch it, I whispered:

“…If anything, the one struggling is you, holding back all this time….”

This damn cock.

Even before using the vibrator, it had been rock-hard since he was groping my chest, hadn’t it?

I don’t have one, so I wouldn’t know, but… it must be uncomfortable staying trapped in boxers like that.

Bent sideways from the pressure, stiff as it was. It’d be weird if it wasn’t uncomfortable.

So, well, call it venting my frustration.

I dragged my fingers along the slick fabric of his boxers, stroking his cock.

Not that “venting” meant anything but pleasuring him, right?

Besides, getting him even more worked up… wasn’t a bad thing.

I was also… ridiculously horny right now.

And from Baek Ji-ho’s perspective, seeing me get fucked like a dog by Woo-jin would be way hotter.

This was the result of that rationalization—me teasing Woo-jin’s cock with my fingertips this whole time.

“……?! Hah……?”

The fact that Woo-jin was holding the vibrator.

That it was still only on level one.

I forgot all of it.

This was the result—me giggling to myself after finishing my mental gymnastics.

“…Eh…? Ngh, …eh…?”

Probably level two. Or maybe three.

As my clit was tormented by a much stronger vibration, my hips jerked uncontrollably.

Not because I was trying to escape the sensation—just a natural reaction to the stimulation.

Even though I could feel my slick arousal dripping obscenely between my thighs, my mind was elsewhere.

The increased pleasure was a good thing, of course.

But the problem was the growing sense that something was… off.

For a moment, my head filled with question marks over the sudden whoosh of sensation.

Before I could voice anything, Woo-jin’s smooth voice reached my ears.

“Let’s try level five.”

“…F-Five…? Wait, I just came…! I came…!”

I didn’t actually think I’d reached climax.

It felt more like being cut off right before the peak—like a glass of water sloshing right at the brim.

One more step, and I’d tip over into bliss.

Anticipation.

Anxiety.

Restlessness.

Arousal.

Nervousness.

Tension.

My mind, drowning in pleasure, barely managed to string together these scattered words—

Then.

The moment Woo-jin’s thumb twitched over the vibrator—

“…Ngh……. …Hah…, ……♡, I’m, coming……. ……♡”

The precariously sloshing glass tipped over.

And I began gasping out the pleasure I’d been holding back.

“…Hah…? …? Hah……? ……Ngh…?”

“It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Squelch, squish, squelch—

As I shamefully spilled toward the camera on its tripod, Woo-jin grabbed the towel on my thighs.

But the vibrator—supposedly on level five—didn’t stop, and with each snap of my mind fracturing, I kept gushing femcum.

My gaze had long since drifted to the ceiling.

Leaning against him, my hips jerked helplessly as the obscene sounds of forced release and liquid dripping to the floor filled my ears.

The soft fabric brushing between my thighs was probably him using the towel to contain the mess.

As if telling me to—

Keep going.

Keep going.

Keep going.

“…Hah…! Hah…, Ha, ngh…….”

…But then,

Does that mean Baek Ji-ho can only see the towel, with my fluids dripping beneath it to form a puddle?

As I barely managed to turn over my dazed thoughts, Woo-jin lifted me into his arms.

The vibrator was already turned off.

And the cock I’d been tormenting with my fingers was, of course—

Still fully erect.