episode_0487

…Being embarrassed is inevitable, but it’s fine.

Think about it. Haven’t you done something like this dozens of times already? Since I finished a whole can of beer, I can just pretend to be drunk. I am a little tipsy, anyway. Besides, I already brushed against Seo Woojin earlier—I can just act like I’m naturally turned on. Easy. Though, the fact that Yozora is giggling right next to me is admittedly hard to ignore…

But I can endure this much.

“Is your wrist okay?” “…….” “…Yeah. From what I saw earlier, it just looked like you were messing around.” “…….”

He didn’t catch on. I just have to swallow my shame alone.

…In that idiot’s head, I’m just— Drunk and horny. Some stupid gumiho.

Even the words I said about liking him… He probably didn’t properly understand them.

“Ah, I’ll go grab a pillow! Now that I look, there’s no cushion here.” “Baek Seoyeon always liked clean interiors, right?” “…….”

Seo Woojin, who had just been worried, now looked down at me and asked. When I only nodded in response, he moved closer to me, steadying his breath as usual. Following that, the sound of Yozora scampering into my bedroom reached my ears.

Normally, I’d scold that idiot for running around the house like a cat, but today, I decided to let it slide.

“…Pfft, …what are you doing?” “We can’t just jump straight into sex. And besides…” “…That’s not even a funny joke.”

Because this pervert was doing something very perverted.

…Whether we jumped straight into sex or foreplay, he could’ve just done whatever he wanted…

Instead, he lifted my legs—which had been lying limp on the sofa—with his bare hands, propped them up on his thighs, and just sat there like before.

That’s why I couldn’t understand this.

“You’re usually so busy fucking me senseless like some horny animal. …Why the sudden act of being a decent person?” “It’s kinda scary how easily you lie. Most of the time, I only did it because you asked me to.” “…….”

I know that. The problem is that I don’t want to admit it.

A memory from a few months ago resurfaced—when he called for me, and I scurried over to his place. I also remembered how we kept going until I ended up oversleeping.

…Maybe he’s saying that because he still remembers how I told him back then that it was fine to use me like he does with Yozora.

Lost in thought, I fell silent for a moment before fixing my posture first. Legs as straight as possible—aligned neatly. And my arms slightly… covering my chest.

At least this pose helped me salvage some dignity.

“…Anyway, I’m saying you should hurry up and finish. I don’t want to stay in this horny state for too long either.”

Disliking it was one thing, but I could vaguely understand why he couldn’t just shove it in immediately. There were a few constraints—whether it was because he wasn’t fully hard yet, or because I wasn’t wet enough.

So just hurry up and do the foreplay. …And get hard already.

Instead of saying something that blatant, I settled for: “Hurry up and finish.”

A blatant lie—one I kept rolling on my tongue.

Seo Woojin, who had been silently watching me, let out a short breath and finally moved.

“Then I’ll take this off first.” “…Do what you want.” “I brought the pillow~ Here. Take it.”

A rough, masculine hand—different from mine—touched the dolphin shorts I’d been wearing. Just that alone sent a shivery sensation crawling up my waist and knocking against my brain, but I decided to ignore it.

Still, I flinched slightly and added, “Hurry up and take them off,” before pretending to relax and resting my head on the pillow.

…At the same time, I lifted my hips slightly to make it easier for him. When he glanced at me briefly before continuing, I realized—

The dolphin shorts, which had been snug around my pelvis, slid down my hips with some resistance before smoothly picking up speed past my thighs.

Just as the shorts, warmed by my body heat, passed my knees—

“…….”

I wondered if men liked seeing things like this.

Even I, who had been silently watching, used my free hand to stroke my skin and pull down my white panties, waiting for Seo Woojin around the middle of my thighs.

“Here. The thing you like.” “…You’re thinking like some middle schooler going through puberty.” “Thanks for thinking I’m young. You criminal, preying on middle school girls.” “…Haah… …Yeah.”

…Aside from the worn-out T-shirt I was still wearing, there was nothing left covering my body.

Naturally, what touched my skin now was the lukewarm air from the heater.

And his gaze.

“I was actually trying to adjust to you this time, but somehow it ended up like usual again.” “…Adjust to me? How?” “Earlier, you praised me and asked me to touch you, so I was trying to read the mood and do that.” “…….” “From the way you slurred your words, you do seem a little drunk, but you wouldn’t say something you didn’t mean, right?”

Not the excited gaze of Yozora, who was watching from the opposite sofa—

But the gaze from right beside me.

A strangely quiet, yet somewhat impatient, contradictory gaze from Seo Woojin.

“Anyway, you’re already a little wet. Maybe from brushing against me earlier, but it’s not soaked yet.” “…You don’t have to comment on every little thing, you know?” “Either way, we should probably prepare a bit more… …You should hold your legs in place yourself.” “…Like this?” “Yeah. Good job.” “I don’t need praise for this, okay?” “But you said you wanted to be praised. That’s why I…” “Praising me for something like this is just mocking me…!”

So he does feel sexual desire for me.

Feeling ridiculous emotions over something only idiots would care about, I obeyed his embarrassing command.

…A woman spreading her own legs and holding them in place? Honestly, this is basically volunteering to be an onahole.

Like, for example— “Seo Woojin’s personal onahole.”

Every time I take this position, that phrase—one that doesn’t even sound like words—floats through my mind.

“……, ……Ngh, …kuh….” “It’s fine. You’re doing well.” “I said… don’t… praise m—ahh…!” “…That reaction just now was funnier than I expected.” “You trash… Yozora’s… right ther—ahh…!”

The tips of my thighs, pulled up and pressed together in a straight line.

My slit, damp in patches from arousal,

“……. ……Hn….”

was being teased—very, very meticulously—

by rough fingers that were nothing like mine.

“Hahh…. ……Ah, …haa…….” “Here, try relaxing a little.” “…I am… relaxing……”

Trying not to show my twitching expression to those two, I hugged my legs closer while staring at the back of the sofa.

“…Hih?! ……Ah….”

…Well, not that it mattered.

My voice, breaking in short gasps, and my body’s reactions—

I could never hide those.

“…Hahh…, ……, …….” “Huu… We’ve done this so many times, but why are you still this tight?” “…You really… have no filter, huh…?” “I was complimenting you, in my own way.” “What kind of woman… would be happy about that…?” “Well, you just now twitched a little—” “Shut u— ……ahh….”

His long, rough fingers, now slick with my wetness, pushed inside.

Following the damp walls of my pussy, Seo Woojin’s fingers dug deeper.

That alone was honestly overwhelming, but then he started gently teasing my now-swollen clit before pushing in again.

Stimulating my sensitive spots so thoroughly that damp didn’t even begin to describe it—

“……Hn,… hahh…….”

…Was he checking if I was wet enough inside?

Spreading my folds open without permission—I felt like my face might explode from embarrassment any second now.

Ignoring how I flinched, he moved however he wanted,

going deeper.

“Kuh……, ah…, seriously…ahh……! Hah…, ha…….”

…Deeper, to the good spot.

To where my arousal was starting to drip freely.

Scraping against me with even the fine wrinkles of his fingerprints,

stimulating me relentlessly.

Using the tongue that usually only spat lies,

he tormented my honestly excited clit,

over and over,

skillfully,

until all reason drowned in my own wetness and died.

After pressing down on my clit with the base of his palm—

“……W-Wait, ah…. Wait, wait…….” “…….” “I’m—ahh…! I’m coming, so…! Wai…, ……ahh….”

Squelch, squelch—

With a sound like waterlogged slippers,

my insides were being ruined by some man.

“……, …. ………♡ ………♡”

…Trash.

Pervert.

Idiot.

Moron.

Seo Woojin.

…Seo Woojin.

Seo Woojin.

“…What? Do you need to use the bathroom?” “……That’s not… it……. Hah….”

Even though I clearly told him to stop because I’d already come over 30 seconds ago, he only asked me that question now, after I’d already climaxed.

Trembling, I spat out a response before turning my face—which had been buried in the pillow and sofa—toward him.

Earlier, we had been sitting close like close friends playfully bickering, but now it was completely different.

Now, it was clear—our positions were decided.

Me, about to get fucked senseless, below.

Seo Woojin, planning to enjoy himself as much as he wanted, above.

As if the moment I had my legs draped over his thighs, bickering like lovers, was just a dream—

now, all I could do was hug my legs and lie on the sofa…

…But.

“…….”

This was actually a common sight whenever Seo Woojin and I got physical.

If things continued like this, today would be no different from any other time.

And that—

I didn’t like that.

“That… …I want it quickly….” “That?” “…Sex….” “…….” “I told you earlier. Sex with you is… that…” “…Ah, you said it wasn’t too bad.” “…….”

…Even though Yozora is watching, she’s probably already figured it out anyway.

I forced myself to ignore her and spoke.

“…I said I liked it.” “Yeah?” “Yes. …I like it. …Really.”

Putting a little more strength into my words.

Twice.

Clearly.