episode_0481

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…I know exactly what Baek Jiho likes.

We had that conversation once before, remember?

He said he wanted to see me getting violated by another man.

And that it’d be even better if we acted all lovey-dovey like a couple.

I can’t say I relate, but I get it.

All I have to do is pretend…

…that I’ve fallen for this pleasure after getting railed by Seo Woojin.

Act like I’m throwing away years of collected memories without a care,

pretending to be obsessed with that huge cock of his,

whining shamelessly for him to make me feel even better.

Because Baek Jiho, you’d want to see that on video, wouldn’t you?

Even if this whole thing gets recorded,

…it’ll probably be fine.

“…Haa…, …ha….”

…Not stopping at just one round of sex.

Ignoring the camera beside us like it wasn’t even there.

Just hastily swapping out the condom for a new one before going at it again.

The used condom, tied at the end and coated in some slut’s slick, lying messily next to me.

My face buried in my arm like always, panting too hard to even control my expression.

Squelch, squelch—getting my soaked cunt pounded like an animal, yet all that spills out are sweet, honeyed moans.

Even if all of that got recorded,

…it’d probably be fine.

…It’s all just an act.

For you.

That’s all the excuse I need.

“Should we take a break? You look pretty worn out.”

Just moments ago, even right after cumming, he was still hard as steel—but now, Seo Woojin finally starts to show a bit of exhaustion.

Staring blankly up at him, I give a small, slow nod.

I was about to suggest a break myself anyway.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been sweating so much…, or maybe for other reasons.

My throat’s a little dry, too.

So, watching as Woojin steps off the bed first, I push myself up.

My body aches all over—probably from how much we’ve been going at it in such a short time.

And down there…, …my ass is unpleasantly damp from how much has leaked out.

Shifting slightly with the help of my elbows, I plant my feet on the floor, wincing at the dull muscle soreness.

Just then, Woojin walks over from the kitchen beyond the tripod, holding two cups.

One of them, he’s sipping from himself.

“Here.”

“…What is it?”

“Just something from the fridge. I remembered you saying you liked sweet stuff last time.”

“…….”

…When the hell was that?

It’s hazy, but I do recall it after a bit of mental digging.

I take the cup from him anyway.

The cold surface presses against my fingers as I peer inside—just an ordinary,

completely average orange juice.

If I had to pick, apple juice is actually my favorite…, but now’s not the time to bring that up, so I swallow the thought.

…Did he buy this just to have something to serve guests?

Or maybe, like how he stocked ice cream in the infirmary before, he just has a sweet tooth himself.

With pointless thoughts swirling, I take a sip.

It’s true that I like sweet things.

And it’d be rude to just hold onto something given to me without drinking it.

“Once you finish, we’ll keep going.”

“…….”

Still, if there’s one thing I’d ask,

it’s that he’d stop saying stuff like that.

…No, wait. Baek Jiho, who’ll be watching this later, might actually love it.

The idea that this isn’t the end—that his girlfriend’s about to get fucked like a dog by her teacher again…, and how disgustingly turned on he’d be by it.

Glancing briefly at the camera lens I’d momentarily forgotten, I mutter something without thinking.

“…You’re really fine going again after all that?”

“Ah, it’s just my constitution.”

“Constitution…?”

At least he’s aware of the camera.

When it’s just the two of us, he’d just say it’s because he’s insatiably horny.

Either way, every word exchanged between Woojin and me right now is being recorded in detail.

So, after turning it over in my head, I add a few lines I know Baek Jiho would love to hear.

“…It felt really good. Doing it with you, Teacher.”

“…Is that so?”

I mean, given how we’ve been tangled up like beasts until just now, it’d be obvious anyway.

But hearing it straight from my mouth would hit differently.

“Later…, um, maybe you could teach Baek Jiho how to do it too…?”

“That might be a bit difficult. Probably.”

“…Oh, right…? He’s…, not even half as…, …Wow….”

“…….”

Even this blatant size comparison.

From his perspective, it’d be humiliating as hell.

…Which means it’d also be incredibly arousing for him.

“Still, when you do it with your boyfriend later, using a toy like before might work.”

“…Would it feel as good as when you do it?”

“It’s just a toy, after all. Probably similar.”

“Mmm…, similar…, …you think?”

Even casting doubt on you as a man—

that’s exactly the kind of thing you’d want to hear.

It’s all an act.

An act for you.

As for my real feelings…,

…

…No.

“…Ah, when you said we’d keep going—how much longer were you planning to?”

“Hmm. Until around the last train? Staying up all night like you said would be tough, since it’s a weekday.”

Checking the clock after his reply, I figure we’ve got about an hour left if we account for showering.

Honestly, after all the sex we’ve already had, my personal urges are pretty much satisfied—but there’s no reason to refuse if he’s offering more.

Doing it with Woojin…, …it feels way too good, honestly.

Why would I say no?

So, as I absentmindedly sip the orange juice with a stupid grin—

“…? Did I say something funny?”

“…No?”

Maybe because the tension from acting had eased, I’d let a smile slip in front of that trash bastard—

…and that’s, uh…, really embarrassing.

I quickly school my expression and tilt the mug like nothing happened.

“Hmm. You were smiling just now…, …or was I seeing things?”

“You were seeing things. What do I have to smile about right now?”

“…Guess so.”

Did I snap back to my senses?

The flirty, teasing tone I’d been putting on for the camera had, at some point, reverted to my usual cold bluntness.

Not that he can help it—smiling.

I might act a little looser around friends, but in front of Seo Woojin? That’s a different story.

Think about it. From the start, my connection with Woojin began as a twisted, stubborn streak of bad luck.

That guy who had some weird tension with Hayun, who I once caught with some big-titted girl in front of me.

When I grilled him about it, he said it was just a fuck buddy thing, that he’d cut contact—so, thinking I’d let it slide just this once, I pretended not to care. That was around early summer.

Then after the incident at the pension, my stupid curiosity led me to an adult shop, where I ran into Woojin at the worst possible fucking time.

And before I knew it, I ended up losing my virginity to him, half-coerced. That was during summer break.

To put it simply—

“Ah, but…, ……never mind. It’s nothing.”

“…What? If you’ve got something to say, spit it out.”

“No. If I say it, something’s gonna break.”

“You’d be better off just saying it instead of pissing me off with that tone.”

…The man I hate most in the world.

A guy whose only redeeming qualities are

a big dick

and being good at sex.

The only time I’d ever smile in front of a man like that is if—

I finally heard that he and Hayun broke up.

Because then, the girlfriend position would be vacant.

…Not that I’d be happy about the vacancy, but because I’d get to mock him for it.

Other than that—

“Really, it’s nothing. If you’re done, hand me the cup. I’ll put it away.”

“If I break something of yours, will you say it then?”

“…….”

“…….”

Even if he shifts his gaze to remind me the camera’s rolling—

there’s no reason for me to smile in front of that trash bastard, Seo Woojin.

Obviously.

“…Hah. How are you two so similar…?”

“What? Who? Similar how?”

“No, just…, ……haah. You told me to say it, didn’t you?”

Even if I had a reason to smile, I shouldn’t have let it show.

Maybe because I got a little too into the cheating act…

In the end,

I ended up hearing something from Seo Woojin I’d never expected in my life.

“The way you smiled just now—it was really cute. I was thinking you should smile more.”

“……?”

“…No, never mind. You probably smile a lot in front of your boyfriend anyway. I’m just…, …whatever, forget it.”

“…….”

“Cute”?

A word that doesn’t suit me at all.

Even Baek Jiho, who I’ve been with for years, has never called me that.

Maybe because I’m not used to such soft, round words—objectively a compliment, but—

it’s cringey.

Makes my skin crawl.

Struggling to ignore the heat rushing to my cheeks, I force my mouth open.

“A-Are you insane? What part of a thug-looking girl like me is cute?!”

“Just how I felt. You told me to say it, didn’t you?”

“Still…, …uuugh…, ‘cute’ is for girls like Hayun…!”

People who meet me for the first time always end up intimidated or shrinking back.

And you call that cute?

Back in high school, people didn’t even think I could get a boyfriend—they’d whisper behind my back that I was a whore selling my body for cash.

And you call that cute?

Just look at these sharp, aggressive eyes—they’ve always been my biggest complex.

And you call that cute?

…Are your eyes broken or something?

Are you out of your mind?

“You’re just saying that to mess with me, aren’t you?”

“Why would I bother?”

“But…”

It doesn’t make sense.

If he’d just said I was pretty, I could’ve brushed it off.

But cute? That’s just—

“If you hate it that much, pretend you didn’t hear it. …Just hand me the cup you’re holding.”

—not me at all.

“…Here.”

…I don’t know. It’s complicated.

Biting my lower lip, I decide to do exactly as Woojin said—pretend I never heard the word “cute.”

“…….”

Even as I try to erase it from my memory,

for some reason,

it keeps looping in my head like a broken record.