episode_0492

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“…Yeah. I like you.”

“…….”

I like you.

I love you.

If it was sex where I heard those words directly from Seo Woo-jin, I’d definitely experienced it once before.

It was probably the day I coincidentally ran into Seol Da-bin, and by sheer timing, Woo-jin had even contacted me.

For some reason, I was in a good mood, so I readily allowed him to handle me like Yozora.

…That idiot. Unlike when he’s with Yozora or Sua, when he’s with me, it feels like he draws a line.

If there’s anyone Woo-jin can have sex with exactly the way he likes, it’d undoubtedly be Yozora.

So I lent him my pussy, telling him to go ahead and try it.

Because of that…, …ugh….

…Even more turned on than when he touched me,

he told me not to even think about letting it spill and to swallow every last drop.

To get pregnant right away, just like we promised…

Said he loved me.

He used such blatant words while fucking me.

Anyway, it was a pretty special experience for me too.

Naturally, I still remember it vividly.

But now, hearing him say he likes me—even though I was the one who asked for it—really hearing it like that…

It’s just.

Something.

“…….”

…I’m so embarrassed it’s unbearable.

Was that phrase always this ticklish?

“Baek Seo-yeon. You okay?”

How can he say he likes me so easily? For a moment, I was inwardly flustered.

But with my current brain, a lump of lust, I clearly couldn’t think straight.

And even though I knew it was just an act, I felt like I’d interpret it weirdly, so I buried my face in the pillow, trying to suppress my hiccups first.

“Stay still. Don’t strain yourself holding your breath all of a sudden.”

“…….”

In the end, I couldn’t even fix this myself—Woo-jin, unable to watch, cleaned it up for me.

…Whatever. Then let’s at least not forget this much.

Woo-jin doesn’t mean it.

I was just the one who suggested trying sex like this.

I said I wanted to try having sex while hearing lover-like words, and he just played along.

The “I like you” he spat out earlier was just a lie to humor me…

It’s his own freedom to spiral into delusions over it,

…but I shouldn’t cause him any trouble.

If I take this act too seriously, Woo-jin—who was just messing around—would be put in an awkward spot.

I’m merely Woo-jin’s fake girlfriend.

Likewise, Woo-jin is my fake boyfriend.

If I get serious,

…I’m the only one who loses.

“…Ah, …uh, …yeah.”

So I tried to act somewhat “lover-like” too, but strangely, my voice—which had been coming out fine until now—suddenly wouldn’t cooperate, like it was caught somewhere.

Especially since we weren’t even mid-sex like before. Instead, he’d pulled out completely and was waiting for me. Frankly, it was absurd.

In my heart, it felt like I’d been rendered speechless by a single “I like you” from Woo-jin.

Pressing my burning cheeks into the pillow for a few seconds, I had no choice but to clear my throat and turn my body.

…No matter how embarrassing, in this situation, talking face-to-face is normal, right?

Conversing while shoving a dripping wet pussy in his face instead of my face would just be ridiculous. Yeah.

“Looks like your hiccups are better.”

“…Th-thanks to you.”

“It’s nothing, just what I always do.”

“…….”

Because of that, my mind was once again filled with Woo-jin’s voice from earlier.

Not just the concerned tone I heard now, but even further back—

that pervert’s “I like you” that turned my face red was also softening up my lust-addled brain.

…This is insane.

No, I’ve heard it before.

How does this make sense?

Honestly, it was just—

a simple “I like you-” cut off mid-sentence.

There were no grand modifiers attached to Woo-jin’s words.

It wasn’t some romantic… thing you’d see in dramas or movies.

Just a single phrase tossed out casually while the two of us were fucking.

But even knowing that, my brain feels like it’s spinning.

…That annoying symptom—

only ever happens when I’m in heat because of that guy.

“…….”

Ah, heat.

…Guess it’s about that time.

It’s been a while since he touched me.

It wouldn’t be strange if I got railed senseless in this state.

Right. Now I get it.

Logically speaking, Woo-jin touching me earlier must be affecting my current condition.

Hearing “I like you” while in heat? Of course it’d feel more intense.

Nothing weird about that.

So I tried to calm myself down, and somehow succeeded.

…Showing how flustered I was over a simple “I like you.”

Makes me look like some harmless, dumb puppy.

I’d rather seem like a cunning fox or something…

“…Woo-jin.”

“Yeah.”

On the cramped sofa—uncomfortable as a makeshift bed.

Unlike before, I was lying on my back, hesitantly pointing at Woo-jin as I spoke.

“Don’t just act on your own like that. …It ruins the flow.”

“On my own?”

“Like suddenly asking if I like you out of nowhere. Or saying you like me and then teasing me about it later.”

“…….”

“…There’s no need for that.”

If he’d just treated me like he did Yozora when I allowed it, I wouldn’t have complained. Why suddenly pull this prank…

As I tapped my flushed cheeks with the back of my hand, I shifted to a more comfortable position and looked at Woo-jin.

A stupid delusion—what if Woo-jin meant it?—flashed through my mind, but it didn’t last.

Of course not. I know his personality and values well enough.

Even if that idiot genuinely said “I like you,” it’d be closer to “like” than “love” in the conventional sense.

And the possibility of it just being a joke still remains.

Nothing strange about that.

From what I know, he’s been involved with over five women. So, yeah.

Like the nine-tailed foxes whispered about online, he’s no different.

It’s weird for me—a fox whose only romantic experience is Woo-jin—to expect anything. That guy wouldn’t give his heart to just one special person.

Even Yozora, who dotes on him, is treated as nothing more than a well-used onahole by that bastard.

So it’s better not to expect anything.

Better than pointlessly overthinking and feeling miserable alone…

“It’s not unnecessary. Last time, I noticed you feel it more when you’re embarrassed. It’s cute, different from usual.”

“…….”

It’s definitely better not to expect anything.

“…Hearing that just pisses me off. ‘Cute’? ‘Feel it more’…?”

“Why get mad? It’s a compliment. Even if the latter part was a bit much.”

“A compli…, …compliment, but…”

It wasn’t like Woo-jin had said he liked me earlier,

just called me “cute”—three steps removed from that.

“…I just hate it. Being complimented by you.”

“Weren’t you the one who wanted to try lover-like sex?”

“A-anyway. …Don’t compliment me.”

“…Fine. If you hate it, whatever.”

As my heat slowly crept in, dirty thoughts blooming one after another,

Woo-jin lightly pushed my thigh aside and chuckled.

“Though, I get how it feels now.”

“…….”

“You’ve always hated me. Even if your body reacts, it’d still piss you off.”

“…….”

That’s—

not a big deal, but it did bother me a little.

“Um…, …hey. Woo-jin.”

“What? I’m listening.”

“…….”

It’s not like I expect anything from him,

…but just.

Literally just.

“I don’t…, …dislike you that much anymore. Didn’t I mention it in passing before?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve given up. …Nothing I say will change you, and besides… I was the one who asked for lover-like sex.”

“…….”

“…You think I’d ask this of someone I hate? Idiot.”

After briefly pointing out his mistake,

I changed the subject.

“…Let’s just keep doing what we were doing.”

“Lover-like sex, that?”

“Got a problem with that?”

“Didn’t say no.”

“…Then here. Go ahead and shove it in again.”

“…Fuck, you’re soaked, and yet—”

“I’m in heat, what do you expect?”

Pulling my pale thighs together and spreading my pussy with one hand, Woo-jin pushed his hard cock in without hesitation.

Just that sensation alone made me gasp and jolt, and I covered my mouth with the back of my hand, afraid I’d let out some weird moan.

Now that I think about it, if anyone should be complaining, it’s me.

Think about it. Why else would I swallow my pride and ask you for lover-like sex, you dumbass?

…I just wanted to hear those cringey words again.

Even if they’re lies, just—

…I just want to record them in my heart.

While I was blushing over the unsatisfactory outcome,

Woo-jin’s hand—the same one that had touched me earlier—landed on my thigh again.

Before starting to thrust, he began moving slowly.

“…Ngh…….”

The inside of my knee, the hollow behind it.

Probably trying to push my legs further apart.

My thighs.

Not a place he usually touches during sex.

Must’ve been a whim.

…And my pussy.

The entrance Woo-jin kept nudging with his cockhead.

Pressed open sideways by his thumb,

before I could even feel ashamed—

in one go.

“…Hihhk…….”

His cock, shaped exactly for my insides.

So thoroughly broken in it fits like a key.

Deeper than fingers could ever reach,

I take it all.

“…….”

“…….”

It’s quieter than before.

No “Do you like me?”

No sudden, cringey confessions.

Just the sound of something wet being ruthlessly pounded.

“…Ah, wait…. That’s… too deep….”

“…It’s no different from earlier. And you’re not on your stomach this time.”

“Still, it’s like…, ……ugh…. Nngh….”

Adding stifled moans to those embarrassing sounds, Woo-jin’s movements—calm until now—grew slightly rougher.

“Huu….”

“…Ghk…, hah…. …Hhk…?”

Not just relentless pounding,

but heavy breaths, like he’d swallowed his anger,

along with the sound of his hips slapping against my thighs—

less like lovers, more like mindless fucking.

Not like an onahole, but treated preciously.

…Like a breeding bitch.

Quietly.

“…Come to think of it, what were we supposed to do earlier?”

“……Y-yeah… Hihk….”

Knocking ruthlessly against my deepest parts,

then pulling out.

“…Ah, right. Lover-like sex.”

“Nngh…, ……nn…. ………♡….”

Making me feel like a woman.

Like a bitch, with no choice but to take it,

then pulling out.

“Baek Seo-yeon’s tight pussy… is a compliment, you know. You told me not to, though. …Hah.”

“Hah…. Hahhk……, ……. ……W-wait….”

Thud,

thud,

squelch,

Every time the base of his cock slammed into me without mercy,

I just clenched the pillow tighter.

But I could tell Woo-jin was satisfied… with this kind of sex.

And at the end of it—

“…I love you.”

“…Hahhk, hah…. Hahhk….”

…My ears, which I thought had cooled down, burned red again.

Against Woo-jin’s lower stomach, without permission—

I splattered transparent arousal all over him,

before he pulled out again.

“See. Saying stuff like this…, …hah… makes you clench like crazy.”

“I g-get it…. So just sh…ut up…….”

“Shut up? You’re the one who asked for lover-like sex. Isn’t this it?”

“…….”

Even though he’d hit the mark, I deliberately looked away.

In the quiet living room, the only sounds were the wet slaps of his cock fucking me at his own pace—

and my mumbling.

“…Fine. Then I’ll just… try it once too….”

“Try what?”

“Lover-like…, …behavior.”

“…Go ahead.”

“…….”

“…….”

“…I like you. …You idiot.”

“…….”

“…Why’s it getting even bigger…?!”

If Yozora had heard that,

she’d have laughed herself sick.

So damn embarrassing.