episode_0491

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“…Like, saying you like me… or love me…”

“……”

“Hearing those words… I just… wanted to try it.”

I like you.

I love you.

If it’s sex while whispering those words into Baek Seo-yeon’s ear,

we’ve already done that once before.

That time you mentioned earlier—when you said you’d created a “debt” between us.

You whispered things like I like you or Get pregnant for me, more explicit than usual, even finishing inside me.

…Back then, you definitely told me to tone it down because it was cringey.

You only let me do it because I said I’d treat you like Yozora,

and I remember you didn’t seem to actually like it.

“……”

Yeah.

That makes sense.

The first time we had sex like that, it was annoying, but looking back, maybe it wasn’t so bad.

It’s the same with wanting praise.

Even if you complain about it every day, it’s natural to want to hear it at least once.

Back when we were chatting at the convenience store table, you admitted you grew up in an orphanage.

Maybe you’re curious about affectionate words, or maybe you just want to experience them.

Or remember that time with Han Su-a and the others, when Yozora put that collar on you and let me pet you?

There’s a chance you developed some unusual tastes back then.

But with your pride, you’d never say it out loud.

And the I like you you just asked for?

Not a big deal.

We’ve had sex for “treatment” before, and sometimes we’d throw in a little roleplay.

Like when we pretended it was my first time in front of Su-a so she wouldn’t find out the truth.

(Though in that case, it was more because you were embarrassed.)

Anyway.

That day two months ago when you said you owed me a “debt”—

that was you playing the role of a girl who liked me.

So this time isn’t special either.

Last time, you let me treat you like Yozora because it was for your sake.

This time, it’s me returning the favor.

There’s nothing special here. No special feelings.

I’ll just do as you ask—just another routine between us.

“Hey. Baek Seo-yeon.”

“…What?”

“……”

…What kind of idiot would actually believe that?

“Never mind. It’s nothing.”

“…Way to kill the mood…”

It’s not like the thing around your neck is just a noisemaker.

Anyone can retrace their memories.

Of course, my mind goes elsewhere first.

…If you piece it together, it’s weird, isn’t it?

Having sex with a guy you supposedly hate, being treated like his lover—

would that really feel good?

If it were me,

I’d just find it fucking annoying.

But if you’re still asking for “lover-like sex,”

then the answer’s already obvious.

“Anyway, all I have to do is say nice things, right? Like I’m your boyfriend or something.”

“…For now, well… …Something like that.”

I don’t remember exactly, but bits and pieces of the “ideal type” you once listed come to mind.

In one word? A model student. You said your ideal was a guy who lived earnestly day by day.

And the opposite—delinquents, Yoo Si-woo, and guys like me—you hated them.

You even said you’d kill a guy like me, who messes with Yozora and eyes other girls.

That you’d punch a guy like me, who teaches weird things to an innocent girl like Han Su-a.

That you’d vomit at the thought of a guy who shamelessly dates two sisters at once.

And yet, the reason you’re still with me is just…

because there’s no other way, right?

Because you have to deal with your heat—right?

“But don’t you hate me?”

“…So?”

“So?” Isn’t it ridiculous to ask this of someone you hate?

Hearing I like you or I love you from a guy you’re only with out of necessity—

do you really need that?

Wouldn’t most people be disgusted?

…And yet, if you still want it,

there’s only one obvious reason.

“…Can’t I just… want to try it?”

“Why do you want to?”

“Well, because… …”

“……”

“…Just because.”

“…Just because. Sure.”

My cock, which had been scraping against Baek Seo-yeon’s walls just moments ago, now twitches in the air above her ass.

Catching my breath, I grip the base and press the tip back against her soaked slit.

At the same time, a question rolls in my mouth—Would it be okay if Yoo Si-woo said those things instead?

Not that it matters. You’ve already told me before:

Yoo Si-woo is the worst. You’re just slightly better.

But I don’t want to bring his name up now.

I don’t want another man in this conversation.

I don’t like it.

So I erase the thought carelessly and rewrite it in ugly handwriting:

“Then let me ask you something too.”

“……”

“…Do you like me, by any chance?”

“……”

Simple.

The question I’ve been most curious about.

“Baek Seo-yeon.”

“…”

No matter how much a dumbass like me racks his brain, no brilliant idea will come.

So I push in just the tip, barely inside her, right where I’ve been suspicious this whole time.

We just fucked hard moments ago, so this teasing stimulation won’t satisfy either of us—

but if I go any deeper, I already know how you’ll react.

…You’ll hide behind moans to avoid answering.

Even if I’m an idiot,

I won’t let you get away with that.

“Was I just imagining things?”

I pull out slightly, then push back in—just the tip.

Holding your hips, I move deliberately, making sure you know I’m doing this on purpose.

“……”

But Baek Seo-yeon still doesn’t answer.

She doesn’t even glance back, just hugs the pillow tightly, letting me do as I please.

But as I watch her silently, I realize—ridiculously—that I don’t even need to ask anything else.

“……”

Despite her tightly shut lips,

the bright red tips of her ears scream, Please, just figure it out already.

If my eyes were open, I wouldn’t have missed it.

“……”

But ending it like this…

Your reactions are more fun than I expected.

“…Yeah. There’s no way you’d like me.”

“…Huh?”

“We’re just a business relationship—sex for ‘treatment.’”

Just a little.

Let’s tease her more.

“Ugh… God… What kind of stupid thought was that? I’m so embarrassed.”

Sorry.

Like you always say, I’ve got a nasty personality.

I press a hand between your shoulder blades, pushing you down slightly,

leaning close enough to whisper.

Creak.

Squeak.

Careful not to strain the couch.

…Just enough to feel good.

I move slowly.

“Ngh… Hah… …”

Even without saying I like you, this mutual consideration must be the “lover-like sex” you wanted.

…Though your tastes

seem a little masochistic.

“I’ll say those ‘lover-like’ words you wanted later. Right now… I’m too embarrassed.”

“……”

Even though the conversation’s veered off track, you still don’t answer.

Maybe because I emphasized lover, but you’ve been burying your face in the pillow this whole time.

What has happened between us this past year?

If my memory’s right, you’ve never said anything but I hate you.

I drag my cock slowly along your soaked walls,

retracing the past as I remember it.

The student council room. That day I pulled your panties aside on the couch Yoo Si-woo always used.

The day I called you to my place and treated you just like Yozora.

The day you said you were in pain, only to end up in a foursome.

The day I first heard your real thoughts—I never wanted to be the villain.

The day we fucked silently, holding our breaths, while Yoo Si-woo’s voice came through the wall.

From start to finish, every day was filled with you calling me trash.

Was there ever a moment you could’ve developed feelings for me?

If it were Seol Da-bin, she’d grit her teeth and try to force a good image—that’d make sense.

But isn’t it natural for you to still hate me?

Lost in thought, I pick up the pace, fucking into your dripping pussy until—

“Hah… Ngh… ♡”

—I reach a simple conclusion.

I can just ask you later.

Ask this woman, whose ears are burning red as she cums.

“Ngh… Uh… Nn…”

Look at you.

Every time I grind inside, your reactions are this obvious—seems like you’re sobering up.

Or maybe you were never that drunk to begin with.

“Let’s just pretend you didn’t hear what I said earlier.”

“Nn… Earlier… Ah, that…”

“Turns out it’s not just you—I might be a little drunk too.”

“I… I wasn’t…”

So I pull out completely, then push back in—

this time with my fully hardened cock, as if I hadn’t cum earlier.

“Huh?! W-Wait… …? Nn…!”

—all the way to the deepest part of you, where you can’t hide your honesty.

I press my hips down, grinding against your ass, making sure my shape is carved into your walls.

Taming you.

“Hah… Oh… Ngh… …”

“…Yeah. Thinking about it, whether you like me or not isn’t the issue—it’s how much you hate me.”

Your posture collapses as you sink into the couch.

I pin you down completely, catching my breath before driving into you again.

Like you said—your fertile pussy has a small chance of pregnancy.

And now, the man you hate the most—

the one who shamelessly messes with multiple girls—

is pounding deep into your womb,

making the couch creak with every thrust.

“W-Wait… S-Seo… P-Please…”

“Why?”

“S-Stop… D-Don’t… keep… g-going all the way…”

“……”

“Hah… Hah… Ngh…”

The result of fucking your tight, virgin-like pussy like this is—

…Well. What should I call it?

“…You… Uh…”

“Say it. Stop hesitating.”

“…Do you… like me?”

“What?”

“Me. Do you… like me? As a woman.”

So very

Baek Seo-yeon-like.

“…You? Me?”

“Y-You’re the one who asked if I liked you first… Don’t say weird things…”

The Baek Seo-yeon I know

would never be the first to confess.

“…Yeah. I like you.”

“……”

Usually so cold and rigid,

but in this situation, all you do is hiccup.

So very you.