episode_0480

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A toy meant for show is no longer needed.

“Ugh… Seo Woojin…”

Forcing her trembling body—shivering either from pleasure or something else—into a tight embrace while she’s still wet between the thighs. Right after filling her with pleasure as I please.

Her brain still scrambled from the vibrator, Seol Da-bin gasps dazedly as I lift her up with all my strength.

And then.

Move her to the inner side of the bed.

Not like it takes much effort—she’s already right next to me.

After setting her down, my eyes land on the nightstand.

Pulling out a box of condoms I’d stashed in the drawer, I drag down my already strained underwear.

…My cock, already leaking pre-cum.

Letting the underwear cling just below the base.

Like this, without even bothering to fully undress.

I toss the condom packet at Seol Da-bin, who’s busy looking up at me.

“Here, the condom. …Put it on me yourself.”

…Less of a handover, more of a throw.

Still, she slowly tears open the packet and pulls out a single condom.

My gaze briefly shifts to the camera, which has been recording her every move from the start.

Her eyes, slightly unfocused earlier, now glare at me with clear dissatisfaction as she starts rolling the condom down.

Pressing firmly at the tip to avoid air bubbles. Carefully.

Smoothing out every wrinkle, meticulously.

“Guess you’ve gotten better at this since last time.”

“…Shut up.”

She’d been secretly fucking since summer.

Now, with Christmas just around the corner in the dead of winter.

Even a rough estimate puts this in the dozens.

Hundreds would be pushing it—time’s not quite on our side for that.

After mentally editing out all that time,

I spread open the cunt beneath me with just one hand. No permission needed.

“…Hng……. …. ……Ughk….”

For a moment, Seol Da-bin tenses her legs as if to kick me away—maybe out of shame—but it doesn’t last.

Rubbing her swollen clit, still sensitive from the vibrator, in the way she likes best, and just like that, she melts.

Whimpering sweetly despite her sharp words, her nipples stiffening in betrayal.

No matter how hard she glares, it’s pointless—she can’t hide the way her cunt convulses.

Finding it cute, I pause for a moment, watching as she pants, quickly wiping away the drool at her lips. All of it.

Wish she’d be this honest with her voice too.

A bit of a shame.

…Would be nice if she were as straightforward as when she said she wanted to be my sex partner.

“Does it get like this when you finger yourself too?”

“…Stop saying weird… things…”

“Look at you. …Just from a little toy…”

“Hng…?! …Ugh, …hk, …haah……”

“Ah, hope the camera catches this.”

“…Huu……. Hah….”

…See?

Just teasing her walls with my finger, and she’s already gushing.

The mess inside spills out, soaking her thighs and even dripping down to her ass.

So why does she only ever say she hates it,

only admits it feels good,

begs me to finish quickly,

even lately claiming it’s just because her boyfriend asked?

I remember clearly—back then, she outright said she might need a sex partner.

…Well, guess it’s her last shred of pride.

Just a sex partner to satisfy her urges, nothing more—since she’s already dating someone else.

Trying to maintain the bare minimum as a girlfriend.

Not like it matters when we’re already filming our second netorare video, but fine.

Must be some feminine sentimentality.

Dismissing it, I torment her pussy a little more.

“……, …Ugh…. …, ……Nngh…?…. …….”

Fucking her deep with my fingers to the hilt,

then pulling out.

Scraping her walls raw,

then retreating when she clenches too tight.

Pressing down on her clit with my palm, stirring her insides until the wet sounds grow obscene.

Pinning her thighs down so she can’t resist, continuing the assault until—

Her hips start trembling,

only for me to pull out completely, leaving her feeling nothing.

“Hah…, ……Haa…, …ha……”

Frustrated, no doubt.

Denied release like with the vibrator, the heat simmering under her skin, maddening.

…I’m such a fucking asshole.

After toying with her like this—

“Ah, actually, holding the camera myself for the first insertion might be better. We can just use the tripod later.”

“……W-wait…”

Leaving her fuming, I head for the tripod.

Battery’s at 100%—it’s been charging this whole time.

No worries even if I unplug it now.

“Huu….”

“…….”

Catching my breath as I return, I find Seol Da-bin stiff, avoiding my gaze.

Not unusual. Happens often when we’re like this.

Probably extra embarrassed with the camera lens so close now.

But I’ve seen her like this before—just days ago in a motel.

Brushing it off, I make small talk.

“Should’ve ordered a smartphone gimbal. Would’ve made for cleaner shots.”

“…I don’t know. Why go that far… Just hurry up…”

“…Should I?”

Capturing her uncooperative,

predictable act on camera,

I press the condom-covered tip—

shallowly into her cunt.

“…Ngh……?”

Just barely inside.

Different from how we usually do it.

“…….”

“…….”

Deep enough that even a finger would barely reach.

Meaning the only real difference from before is the girth.

After months of fucking me, this much shouldn’t faze her.

Plus, she’s been using that extreme toy regularly—Baek Ji-ho next door can vouch for that.

So her response is well within expectations.

“…What’re you doing? Just film it and get it over with… Why stop there…”

“Just?”

“……? …Ah, w-wait, shut—”

“Your boyfriend probably can’t even reach this far. …Just?”

“D-don’t say that…?!”

Teasing her like this is new.

Haven’t done it before.

“Ugh…, no…? S-stop…”

“You said just a moment earlier. Why now?”

Usually, she’d just glare.

But now, wearing a rare look of panic,

I push her over the edge—

…Sliding my cock all the way into her soaked pussy,

shoving deep.

Thrust.

Thrust.

As if unsatisfied, putting my full weight into it.

Burying the head deep enough to leave an imprint.

“Hah…, Hng…k…, Seo Woo…jin, …stop…”

“I’m staying still like you wanted, aren’t I?”

“……Pressing there… …Don’t…”

“Ah, …so you want me to move instead?”

“…?! You fucking— …Nngh?!”

The camera shakes slightly as I steady my breath.

Framing our connected bodies in the center, I start moving slowly.

Nearly pulling all the way out, capturing every sticky drag of her walls on my cock in vivid detail.

…The glistening rubber ring at the condom’s tip, slick with her juices.

Then sinking back in,

pressing against her resisting skin.

“How’s it feel? Your boyfriend’s gonna see this—you just badmouthed him without realizing.”

“…Ugh…, You… tricked me…!”

“Does it matter? You said it yourself from the start… What was it again? That your real man was gonna fuck you? Something like that…”

“S-shut…, …?! …Ngh, sto…p……”

“…You’ve been dripping like this the whole time. What’s there to hate?”

“…Hey, Seo Woojin, wait…”

“I said, what’s there to hate?”

“……?! …, ……Hii…k…”

The camera stays focused on where we’re joined.

…Pulling out just enough to stretch her juices between us,

then gripping her thighs tight,

slamming back in with force.

Thud.

Squelch.

Loud enough to hear.

Ignoring the shaky footage.

Pounding deep enough to bulge her lower stomach.

“…For someone who says she hates it, your face looks a little off, no?”

“Haa…, ha……, You keep… hitting inside…, it’s weird……”

Splurt, splitch— Her juices splatter on the lens. Wiping it clean on the sheets,

I refocus on her face—lips parted, panting—as I thrust.

“First you said you hated it, now it’s weird…”

“Ugh…, …Hah?! …Hii…k……”

The way she bites her lip when I push in just right.

The desperate look when I hilt myself.

…The dazed, fucked-out expression when I pull back slightly.

But.

“Now you hold the camera. Stretch your arm out to the side.”

“…W-what, suddenly…”

“Too lazy to go back to the tripod. So…”

The face she makes when I pin her down and pound into her—mine alone.

The flustered look as she reluctantly holds out her phone—mine alone.

The dazed expression when I lean in to kiss her, only for her to accidentally tilt the camera away—mine alone.

Enjoying it all.

“Huu…. Seol Da-bin…”

“…….”

Erasing the silver thread between our tongues.

Mingling our ragged breaths.

After continuing the netorare sex her boyfriend requested—

“…, …, …Hah, ngk……♡….”

Clatter.

The sound of her dropping the phone.

I came.

Grabbing her now-empty hand, interlacing our fingers.

Filling the condom to the brim.

Still thrusting,

pressing the cum-swollen condom deep inside,

letting the phone on the floor capture her moans.

I emptied myself.

Just like when I tormented her with the toy earlier—until her stomach was wet.

Defiling her most secret place.

“Huu…. Hah…”

The result before me:

The condom, bloated with sticky cum, dangling from my tip.

Her pussy, gaping slightly after being fucked raw.

The phone, screen still black, recording.

Seol Da-bin.

And me.

…Still hard.

Probably enough time left.

So what we’ll do next—

“…….”

“…….”

No need to discuss.