episode_0493

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Ah. As expected, I can’t hear anything from here.

I even cleared the way for them, so by now, something must have changed, you’d think.

…Though, given that the other party is that insufferably dense gumiho, it’s entirely possible nothing happened at all.

“Hmm~….”

Amid the warm streams of water cascading down my body, the sound echoing off the walls is my own light humming.

After pressing my ear curiously against the wall and then pulling away, I figured, Well, whatever happens, happens—adopting an optimistic attitude as I squeezed out a generous amount of body wash.

It’s a bit disappointing that despite having plenty of money, the body wash smells like something you’d pick up from a local supermarket, but, well, whatever.

Of course, what’s more concerning than trivial things like this is the situation outside, right?

So, as I lather myself up with the shower towel, I imagine what Seo-yeon must look like in the living room right now.

First off, they must’ve had sex by now.

It’s not like she’s some untouched virgin—she’s already been with Seo Woo-jin multiple times, so that shouldn’t be an issue.

But did they just have sex?

Seo-yeon, that girl, is hilarious—she wears her heart on her sleeve but still tries to act like she doesn’t.

Even though I gave them some space, would she still keep up her usual act?

Or did she seize this golden opportunity to go all out?

Pffft.

“Ugh…, anyway, I wanna see her make that ‘female’ face soon. But barging out there right now feels a little awkward….”

A tiny dilemma.

Luckily, I still have plenty of patience left, so I stretch lazily before surrendering myself to the warm water again.

Still, there’s one thing I regret.

I should’ve recorded that prideful girl spouting embarrassing words—I could’ve milked that for at least five years.

When was it again…? Like that time I filmed a special video just for Seo-yeon.

What a shame. A real shame.

If it’s Seo-yeon we’re talking about, she’d probably confess with some cringy, virgin-scented lines like Sua-chan did…

I should’ve recorded it and sent it to her every single night…

Hmm…

“What kind of naively earnest lines would be so Seo-yeon…?”

Finishing up the light pre-bath rinse, I make sure to thoroughly wash off all the body wash suds up to my lower chest.

As I sink into the tub, I lose myself in thought, recalling some manga I’d skimmed through long ago for Sua-chan’s sake.

The sound of splashing water is soon followed by the noise of it overflowing the tub, ringing in my ears.

Since Sua-chan’s favorite genre was shoujo manga, about 90% of what I remember falls into that category.

So, it wasn’t hard to dredge up some vaguely remembered scenes.

The settings for confessions varied—school, home, a park—but the lines were all pretty much the same.

Most of them were just…

Simple.

Two people meeting somewhere.

Faces flushed.

Stammering as they speak.

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“…I like you. I really… like you….”

I just want to try having sex like this.

If I end up getting a proper boyfriend later, it’s only natural that we’d share emotions, not just satisfy physical urges, right?

So, I’m trying it out now.

Half as practice—that’s part of the goal.

Half out of curiosity—that’s the honest part.

“Hic…, I-I like you…, I like you…….”

Like this.

Thump, thump—every time you shove your… cock all the way inside me.

Feeling the swollen, taut semen sacs bumping against me from below my pussy…

I say something embarrassing.

…Ah, you’re not misunderstanding, are you? That I actually want to say these things?

No, well, it’s fine. It happens.

Misunderstandings are your own mistake—and your own freedom.

Just don’t say it in front of me. It’s annoying.

But if you want to delude yourself and enjoy it alone…

I’ll allow it.

“I…, …ugh…, …. like… you….”

The me who was always ticking away like a clock for 24 hours—maybe I was just shy in front of you.

The me who demanded sex under the pretense of needing treatment—maybe I was just awkwardly trying to get close to you.

The me who muttered I like you while calling it practice—maybe I was just making excuses because I really do like you.

That kind of delusion.

It’s irritating, but since I owe you…

I’ll allow it.

Go ahead. Have your fill.

…Where else would you find a girl like this?

I don’t really get it myself, but everyone’s always quick to call me pretty.

My body’s not bad either, well…

It’s not lacking, even if it’s nothing to brag about.

Keep going.

“…Open your mouth.”

“…Haaah….”

“Your tongue. Stick it out properly.”

“…Bleeeh….”

Every time I say I… like you,

As if you actually believe it’s true.

You pin my thighs down and piston into me.

Squelch, squelch—reshaping the coiled walls of my cunt to fit your cock.

Grabbing my slack jaw, pulling me down, swapping slick saliva as we fuck.

More.

More.

Keep going…

…Keep going.

“Haaah, ugh…, chuup….”

“Nn…, …that…, too…, feels good….”

Kissing me while pressing me down,

Never forgetting to thrust deep.

…If I ever get a real boyfriend, I’ll have to try this again.

I wonder if kissing him will feel the same as with you.

I wonder if my ideal type will be able to shove his cock all the way up to my navel and grind like you.

Honestly,

I don’t have high hopes.

“…You really love kissing, huh.”

“…Haa…, phew…, ha….”

“Hah…, you look like you’re about to cum, so let’s switch positions. Lie on your side.”

“…….”

“Hurry.”

…Wow. It’s huge.

I swallow the words I nearly blurted out and glance down at my lower belly, where a searing heat pulses.

To exaggerate a bit—it’s like a forearm.

Either way, that long, thick cock, twitching against my stomach with strands of slick clinging to it, is nothing like my fingers.

The faint white ring near the base must be from my juices rubbing against it over and over.

…So you were so turned up you shoved it all the way in. That thought lingers briefly.

For now, I do as the pervert says and turn onto my side.

At the same time, Woo-jin steps off the couch, so the space—cramped from our tangled bodies—briefly widens.

Within seconds, he’s behind me again.

“…Ah, wait….”

“You’ll have to lift your legs if you want me to fuck you.”

“…….”

His forearm hooks under my knee,

…pulling it up to expose my pussy.

“Hah…, you hesitated so much, but in the end, you’re spreading yourself open obediently.”

“Ngh…, I get it, so just shut… up….”

“…Ah, right. I was supposed to say ‘I love you.’”

“…! Why would you—and before that, d-do you think ‘I love you’ is some kind of magic spell?! And I wasn’t even that into i—”

Plunge.

Plunge.

Close to cumming, his cock twitches relentlessly,

Ravaging my pussy.

“I love you.”

“…Hic…, ngh….”

Touching places—

Places it shouldn’t.

“Baek Seo-yeon, I love you.”

“…Stop… saying it… so much….”

…Not that it matters.

Not that I’d close my legs to disrupt Woo-jin’s rhythm or anything.

I wouldn’t.

“You said you wanted to have ‘lover’s sex’ earlier, right?”

“That’s why…, ahh…, stop… overusing… it…, …ngh…!”

I meant he should stop overusing it.

But whispering sweet nothings during lover’s sex…, …I do like that.

Just as I was about to kindly explain myself to Woo-jin so he wouldn’t misinterpret me—

A pleasure different from the rough pounding I’d felt until now began melting deep inside me, sweet and dizzying.

The reason was simple.

This damn pervert had buried his fully erect cock to the hilt inside me and was now relentlessly stimulating the depths of my womb.

So, what else could I do?

“………♡ ……. ……Haaah….”

Like a proper female.

Carving the three syllables of Seo Woo-jin deep into my body.

All I could do was enjoy it.

“Nn, hh…nn……. …Haah…….”

I don’t even know what’s what anymore.

I remember saying I wanted to try lover’s sex, but—

Would it have been so bad to just say it outright?

Was I holding back just because I was embarrassed?

How did we even end up like this?

I don’t really know but…,

….

…It feels good.

The way your hard cock presses into me—it feels good.

The way I’ve been panting through my parted lips, breath hitching—it feels good.

…So.

“I’m close…, so don’t cover your face.”

“…Ah, you idiot… ahh….”

Instead of demanding sound judgment from my brain, currently floating in question marks—

I decide to do what I want first.

“Pffh…, chuup, ugh, nn…. Nngh….”

“Move your tongue harder.”

“Nngh…, nn….”

“…Yeah. Like that.”

I like being fucked by you.

Placing words I’d never say aloud on my tongue, I part my lips.

As Woo-jin cups the back of my still-hesitant head and deepens the kiss—

I willingly tangle my tongue with his.

“…Ah, shit…, …I’m cumming….”

“……, …. …….”

…Used like a cumdump by that stupid pervert,

Yet still trembling in pleasure—

I let out a hollow laugh at this damn female body of mine.

“…Kkh… ugh.”

“……Ahh….”

Splurt.

Sploosh.

Splurt, splurt.

The couch, already soaked with sweat,

Is now stained with sticky white.

…The cock slipping out from between my thighs,

Its tip aimed at the backrest,

Spurting cum like piss.

From the beginning,

To the end.

I watched it all.

“……….”

…100%.

I’ll get pregnant.

With cum like that,

Taking cum like that directly—

Without a doubt.

1000%.