episode_0495

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“Haaa… Hoo….”

I exhaled the breath that had been pressing down on my lungs until now and wiped the sweat from my chin with the back of my hand.

Normally, I would’ve taken a short break or gone to the kitchen to grab some water… but now wasn’t the time for that.

Drowning in lust, I had let myself go—whatever happens, happens—and now it was time to take responsibility.

My gaze, still fixed on my frighteningly erect cock, shifted slightly downward to the pale thighs trembling beneath it.

More precisely, the white substance trickling down Baek Seo-yeon’s thighs.

“What the hell… Hoo… Why’d you pull out? …You crazy bitch.”

“…When did I? Just now, you were the one who pinned my waist and fucked me like an animal—”

“…So that’s how you wanna play it?”

…Right. Even right after I came inside her earlier, she acted like this.

“Want me to get more into it?”—was that what she meant?

From the start, she must’ve planned to feign ignorance.

Even I had to admit this was the easiest way.

If we played it like this, it could just be a mistake—no need to voice the obvious feelings we were both too busy hiding.

Given Baek Seo-yeon’s infuriating personality and methods, this was the natural course.

So, should I let it slide this time too? Or should I press her until she breaks?

As my still-aroused brain struggled to decide, I finally remembered the responsibility I had been concerned about earlier. Suppressing the lingering heat rising to my head, I asked:

“What about pregnancy? What’re you gonna do?”

“…….”

“You told me to pull out earlier.”

I didn’t remember her exact words, but I knew she had asked me to finish outside.

…Unlike Seol Da-bin, who outright allowed creampies, Seo-yeon was the type who only reluctantly permitted it on safe days.

The odds of her refusing for no reason were low, so today must’ve been one of those days she was wary of.

That’s why I asked—whether it was the morning-after pill or something else, wasn’t something necessary?

“…….”

“…….”

…Instead,

she just wiped away the semen leaking from her entrance with her fingers,

and that was it.

“…….”

“…….”

No mention of the morning-after pill, which should’ve been the obvious solution.

Instead, she spread herself open with her own hands,

letting the thick, sticky cum pooled inside her drip out.

“…You don’t want to?”

“…….”

Only then did I start to understand.

“…We already did it, though?”

Why the gumiho had that kind of image.

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495

Shower’s done!

I wasn’t sure exactly how long it took, but since I kept it quick, maybe around 30? 40 minutes?

I got so caught up teasing Seo-yeon that I left my phone in the living room…

Anyway, by now, even that pure-hearted mutant gumiho should’ve finished her conversation.

Stretching lightly, I towel-dried my damp hair and headed toward the bathroom door.

Honestly, I still didn’t get why she acted so prickly around someone she liked, but…

Thinking about the Seo-yeon I’d known all this time, it wasn’t that weird. Yeah.

Rather than assuming she had some brat fetish, it was more accurate to remember how she’d always show up to take care of me, even while complaining endlessly.

Ah, well. What can you do? That’s just how she is.

If anything, she was probably the most frustrated one right now.

To avoid getting scolded later, I should probably keep the teasing light.

Gotta play it smart.

Play it smart.

“Ah, it’s cold… Need the heater…”

By the way, why did Seo-yeon fall for Seo Woo-jin?

She kept saying weird stuff like we shouldn’t touch—was it love at first sight, and she’s just acting?

But someone like her must’ve had plenty of impressive guys chasing after her all this time.

Even if I asked her directly, would she honestly tell me?

With that small doubt in mind, I stepped out of the bathroom—only for the chilly air of the changing room to sweep over my skin.

Well, it was probably just because I’d been in hot water earlier, but still.

Anyway, I’ll just dry my hair roughly and check what’s going on outside.

Just as I was pulling the soaked towel from my hair—

“…Nn…”

The faint sounds brushing against my ears faded, replaced by far more obvious noises.

The sweet, whimpering moans of our adorable Seo-yeon,

and even more blatant than that—

Thwap, thwap, thwap—

The wet, rhythmic slaps of sex.

Even from the changing room, it was loud enough that anyone would recognize it—even a naive middle schooler like Hato Yozora once was.

Of course, I had expected this while showering, but…

…Seems Woo-jin’s way more worked up than I thought.

Did Seo-yeon’s heat rub off on him or something?

Well, at least it looks like they managed to talk things out.

Whether it led to Seo-yeon’s tsundere confession, though, I’m not sure yet.

But if I had to guess…

Given those two airheads…

The fact that Woo-jin’s pounding her that hard makes me think—

Seo-yeon must’ve confessed for real.

…I am kinda curious about the details, but—

“Just dry off and get out.”

No point wasting time here fiddling with the hairdryer.

After blow-drying just enough to get rid of the dampness, I headed straight for the changing room door.

Then, carefully—

making sure the door didn’t creak too loudly—

I slipped out.

“Ah, ngh, hng…! Woo-jin…! …Hah…!”

“…….”

Even through the door, it sounded intense, but hearing it directly—

The raw, animalistic sounds of sex nearly forced a dumbfounded gasp out of me.

…Covering my mouth with one hand,

I tiptoed further out.

“If it weren’t… me… what woman would… ah…! …Put up with this…?”

“…….”

Thud— Thud— Thud— Thud—

The sound of that thick, relentless length slamming deep into her—

Is Seo-yeon actually enjoying getting pounded this hard?

Heart pounding oddly,

I kept moving.

“You’re gonna say that while fingering your own clit during sex?”

“…Sh-Shut up… Just shut… up…”

“Ah, wanna try riding me this time? So we can hug while we do it.”

“…M-Me…?”

“Couples do this kind of thing naturally…”

“…W-Who said I wouldn’t? …I’ll do it.”

The image in my head—of Seo-yeon acting like a fierce, dominant woman—

shifted to her obediently straddling Woo-jin, facing him,

just as he said.

“Ngh…! Stop petting me… without saying anything…!”

“It’s just… your reactions are too cute like this.”

“Ugh… And your ears… they’re sensitive…!”

“Because you’re cute. Just cute. And even if they’re sensitive, it’s not like you’ll die, right?”

“What kind of… logic…”

“Stop being mad. Stick out your tongue. I’ll do what you like.”

“…I don’t really like…”

“You don’t want it?”

“…….”

“…….”

“…Bleh…”

…I did dry off earlier, but.

Already, I could feel myself getting a little wet.

Fiddling between my thighs with one finger, I crept closer to the couch.

“Chuup… Ngh… …Hah… Nn…”

I could see them.

“Pwah… …Hah… Nngh…”

Woo-jin, leaning against the armrest—maybe to make space—

gently holding a docile Seo-yeon as he tilted back.

Beyond his familiar figure, the equally familiar blue-white hair.

And the unfamiliar—excitedly twitching—blue-white fox ears.

…Along with the creaking, shuddering couch.

I could see it all.

“Hahh… Haah…… …Ngh.”

Did Seo-yeon actually confess while I was gone?

Staring blankly at the two of them, far more serious than I expected—

It didn’t feel right to startle them, so I cautiously hid behind the wall again.

If I scared them and one of them bit their tongue or something, what then?

Sure, treatment would be quick, but pain doesn’t just disappear.

Plus, they might try to sabotage me later in revenge…

“…….”

…By the way.

If Seo-yeon’s ears were out, there’s no way she didn’t hear me leave the bathroom.

Was this some kind of challenge? Like, go ahead and watch?

Or was she just that lost in the sex…

That she couldn’t hear anything else?

“…….”

About a year ago, she’d scolded me, saying she didn’t get why people masturbate.

Pfft.

“…Nn, don’t… grab my waist…”

“Sorry. Just for a bit.”

“T-Treating me… ngh… like some… object… Ugh, I hate… Ah, right there…”

Looks like the kissing’s over now.

The sticky sound of their lips parting faded, replaced by the rhythmic piston of hips and their heavy, mingled breaths. At this point, even if I jumped out with a “Boo!”, it probably wouldn’t be a problem.

So, slinking out from behind the wall, I grabbed the couch’s armrest and called out with a mischievous grin:

“Hey!! Did you confess?! Did Woo-jin say yes?! Why’s she acting so tame?!”

…Now, Seo-yeon should freak out and start cursing at me.

But.

Of course, the timing had to be just slightly off.

Instead of Seo-yeon’s adorable complaints—always a joy to hear—

“…Nn…! Ngh… Ah, ah……♡…”

“…Hah. Yozora, since when were you… Hoo…”

“……?”

Seo-yeon, face buried in Woo-jin’s chest, trembled in embarrassment, her ears flushed red.

“She didn’t confess. …She just said we should have couple sex or whatever. So we’re doing that.”

At the word confession, her fox tail wagged restlessly.

“Hey, hey, what about the condoms? The ones I bought are on the table, right?”

“Tried to squeeze into one, but… it was too tight. Plus, she said it’s a safe day.”

“…Ah. Safe day.”

A sight completely different from what I’d expected before entering the bathroom—

Her entrance, still dripping with cum.

A shameless look, unbefitting a former student council president.

The one who started the latest,

yet rushed to the finish line first—

A very gumiho-like false start.