episode_0488

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Sigh.

She’s really putting on a one-woman drama here.

From the opposite sofa, comfortably seated as I watched the two fools’ antics, I let out a weary sigh while repeating Seo-yeon’s last words.

…Does she have to make excuses like that just to speak?

No, well.

Not like I don’t get it at all—from start to finish—either.

She’s been a workaholic since the first day I met her after coming to Korea, after all.

I get that expressing affection verbally isn’t her thing.

Hell, even a year ago, I teased her relentlessly about it—

How’s a gumiho like her living so virtuously without a single man around?

Back in my hometown, the famous gumiho I knew was always cycling through men…

…Anyway, that’s besides the point.

Still, it is frustrating.

Just do it like me, huh?

Say it outright and get it over with already.

Instead of dancing around vague wordplay, satisfied only with herself…

Hmm….

Maybe I should step in a little.

After briefly considering it, I shook my head.

It’s not like I’m worried about how Seo-yeon will twist, fold, and hit me later once her libido’s cooled down.

Just… I remembered having similar thoughts last time the four of us rolled around together.

At most, lightly nudging her and lightening the mood with a joke or two—that’s as far as I’ll go.

Actually playing Cupid myself is just… not it.

Announcing “She likes you!” wouldn’t be fun for Seo Woojin either.

…….

But still, it does nag at me.

Watching that mutant pure-hearted gumiho flounder right next to me is so frustrating it’s killing me…

I just want to see Seo-yeon blurt out a confession already—wham, bam, slam—and…

Instead, she’s stuck on clumsy wordplay. Who knows how long until she finally makes a move…?

Hmm….

“…Ah, right.”

No choice.

At the very least, I can make the setting a little more comfortable for them.

“You two go ahead! I’m gonna go take a quick shower~”

“…Shower?”

“Uh-huh. I washed up at home, but there’s no harm in being thorough, right? Plus, I stepped out for a bit earlier.”

Having someone sitting beside them might be distracting, so I figure leaving them alone for a bit would help.

I tossed the coat I’d been wearing over the sofa’s backrest and padded lightly toward the bathroom.

By the time I finish washing up…

They’ll probably already be done once or twice.

And after all this, Seo-yeon should be able to show a little more honesty.

…Or so I thought.

“Mind if I use the bathroom? I’ll take about 30 minutes, give or take?”

…… “Sure.”

It was the obvious conclusion—one anyone else would’ve drawn too.

488

Yozora left.

…After giggling obnoxiously right next to me just moments ago.

Really, really blatantly.

As if telling me to do something now that she’s out of the way.

I don’t want to appreciate this.

Being toyed with by Yozora, who loves messing around—it’s not exactly pleasant.

Besides, she could’ve just gone to the bathroom without specifying 30 minutes.

But she said it—undeniably implying:

Don’t mind me. Go wild in that time.

Do people genuinely like being on the receiving end of such “consideration”?

I’m embarrassed just thinking about it…

Not that I resent or dislike it—if anything, I am grateful.

Hell, the fact that I don’t wanna be grateful counts as positive thinking anyway.

But still, this is… ugh.

…Her leaving won’t magically make me do anything.

…….

In the end, only Woojin and I remained.

After the bathroom door clicked shut, the phantom sound of Yozora undressing lingered in my ears for far too long.

…Ignore it.

It’s just nerves playing tricks on me.

Unless I extend my fox ears, there’s no way I could hear it now.

I should worry about myself instead.

So, after needlessly adjusting the pillow I’d been leaning against, I pointed toward the weighted pay-as-you-go bag Yozora had bought earlier—laid out on the side table.

“…Condoms. Over there.”

“I’ll grab them. Just a sec.”

Since it was right on the sofa table, it didn’t take long.

With the rustling of plastic, Woojin fished out a box of condoms—

…I already saw earlier, but the absurd quantity still makes me pause.

Watching him crack a faint smile at the contents, I hesitantly mumbled,

“Try them for now? Last time, the ones from the convenience store… Didn’t fit, you said.”

“Even if they’re uncomfortable, they’re elastic enough to work.”

“…So you are planning to have sex with me.”

“…?” “Obviously. I like it too.”

…….

Sex.

Him saying he likes sex.

Even though I know, my cheeks burn—I press them down with the back of my hand and feign nonchalance.

“…Tell me if they bother you too much. Besides, you like raw sex too. Like, a lot.”

Nonchalant—anything but.

“…Then raw’s fine?”

“Ugh, you pervert…! Not saying it’s okay, just…!”

“Then what?”

“…Just… As long as you finish outside, no baby happens. Obviously…?”

“Is today a risky day?”

“N-No, but… There’s never a 100% safe day anyway…?”

…No way I’d admit that I still take birth control religiously for “just in case”—

Or that when I finger myself, I fantasize about sweet nothings whispered in my ear as I’m creampied without resistance—

Too embarrassed to say that in front of him.

Meanwhile, Yozora mentioned being in her fertile window today.

Staring at the crinkly weighted bag packed with condoms, I kicked Woojin lightly with my toes before filthy imaginings spiraled further.

“Try one on already. …The condom.”

“Condom? …Hmm.”

“…Quick. Faster.”

“Hold on.”

There was a brief, vague reaction—but only for a moment.

A sharp metallic clink—his belt—made my throat tighten as I reflexively turned toward the sound.

Then, click, click—with practiced ease, he tugged down his zipper and underwear together.

…Exposing his cock, which sprang right into my line of sight.

…….

“Still like this, though.”

It didn’t look like what I knew.

Specifically… it wasn’t fully hard.

About 70% erect—just hanging downward in a gentle curve.

Testing condoms now would be pointless.

…Sex needs a stiff, blood-engorged cock plunging in, after all.

“In this state, it’s not gonna work.”

“Hnn…”

But getting him to full mast shouldn’t be… that hard, right?

Just turn him on.

Visually, auditory, tactile—anything works.

…….

Luckily, none of those meddlesome distractions are around.

If her promise holds, I’ve got about… 29-30 minutes to spare.

If she were lurking nearby, gleefully spectating—

I’d already be clinging to Woojin, whispering filthy things.

And he’d stay silent the whole time, lips sealed.

Given the circumstances… this is doable, right?

Decision made, I cleared my throat lightly and pushed upright from the sofa.

“…Want me to fix it?”

“What?”

“A blowjob. I’ll do it.”

Well—I ended up dropping to my knees the moment I stood, but still.

“First time hearing you offer that. Maybe not? Did I hear wrong before?”

“…Dunno. But sit down, idiot.”

Actions speak louder.

So I tugged his wrist firmly onto the sofa, positioning him right where I wanted—

Then crawled between his legs, kneeling as his half-hard cock hovered at face level—exactly the AV-standard setup.

I flicked away loose strands of hair stuck to my face from moving. Right now, I could start licking or sucking without hesitation…

…Except for one glaring issue.

“…Wait, Baek Seo-yeon. Maybe I should wash up first too.”

…….

“It’s winter, so I didn’t sweat, but any body wash scent would’ve faded by now.”

His scent.

Even without extending my ears or tail—

A female kneeling here couldn’t miss it.

His scent.

Every whiff makes my vision haze—

Soaking my panties with slick arousal.

A male’s scent.

“……Haah….”

I inhaled deeply—

Then quietly exhaled through my lips.

…Careful not to make any sniffing sounds.

“You listening?”

“……Huh? What?”

“I said washing up might be better—”

“…Hahp….”

With his cock perched on my tongue—

I closed my lips around it, bobbing my head in a clumsy, slow rhythm.

10 seconds in—

“Hey—Baek Seo-yeon…”

“…Mmhp…, …hmp….”

Tightly—

Squelching noisy suck sounds against his shaft as—

I sucked earnestly.

“……Hah, shit….”

“……, …….”

Between Woojin’s strained groans—

I mashed my clit with one hand, panting as—

I tried to take him deeper, throat working—

Then pulled off, tongue lolling like a bitch in heat—

Scrubbing the dripping-wet glans ‘til the cleft at the tip was soaked.

“Schlp… Choo…. …Bhehh….”

…By now, his cock had stiffened fully—so I gripped the base, jerking squish, squish as—

Locking eyes with him, sweat dripping down his brow—

I mouthed at his swollen balls, rolling them between lips and tongue—

Just a few strokes and—

His cock throbbed helplessly—

Hahk— Hahk— Regaining composure, I returned to my original position—

“…Done. Now my saliva’s all over it… Not just your scent anymore….”

Pressing my hand over his—knuckles strained, veins bulging—

I stared up at his thick, gleaming erection, glazed in my spit, and murmured—

“…Did I… do okay?”

…….

“If I did… Then…”

…….

“…That praise you promised… Give it to me.”