episode_0513

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Hmm.

Would it sound better if I called it a romantic fantasy?

Calling it a dream feels too grandiose.

More like… a wish? Just something along the lines of “I hope things turn out like this”?

Yeah, yeah. “Wish” seems like the most fitting word.

Like everyone else, of course, I have a few of those too.

First and foremost, if it were possible, I’d love to just stay holed up at home reading nothing but shoujo manga.

Whether it’s elders, friends, or even juniors, my ability to interact with people hasn’t improved an inch in years…

I guess you could say I just want to hole up at home and live a leisurely life.

Of course, considering how much work Father and Mother have to handle, it’s only natural that I should help out—so this is just a thought I keep to myself.

In that sense, now that I’m in my first year at the academy, I’d like to make more friends next year.

…Oh? Now that I say it out loud, does it sound too obvious?

Ahaha… To be honest, if I hadn’t made even one friend in my first year, I probably would’ve given up entirely and spent the rest of my time here alone until graduation.

If I became famous as a hero, that’d help, right?

But right now, Yozora’s been helping me out a lot!

Plus, I’ve been talking more and more with this friend named Jiyoon who sits behind me…

With such kind friends around, I think I’ll be able to contribute a little more to the family business too.

Building a good image. That’s still more manageable than “making 500 friends,” right?

And my grades are pretty decent too!

And lastly…

This is a wish that only came to me after enrolling in the academy.

– Szzk—…

“… …… …Hii…k…♡”

Someday, I’d like to have a relationship that’s more than just friends or fuck buddies…

I’ll have to build a family with some wonderful man, right?

Maybe an arranged marriage with the heir of some major corporation worthy of the Hanseol Group.

Or maybe someone even more impressive—a man from some foreign conglomerate I’ve never even heard of.

I’m a little worried that an arranged marriage would make things awkward between us, but since it’d be my parents’ decision after thorough consideration, I wouldn’t oppose it.

…But I do have my own wishes about this too.

Let me list just a few.

“Ngh, hey… Don’t slap… me……”

“…You’re trembling and squeezing so tight. Feels good, huh?”

“Ugh… It’s not because it feels good, it’s because I’m struggling to match your height… Standing on my tiptoes is… exhausting…”

“Then should I just pick you up and fuck you?”

“…Huh…?”

“…Now that I think about it, that might actually be better. No matter how close you are to 4X kg, holding you up the whole time would be tough… But if it’s just for a little while, like last time.”

“Wha—what?! How do you know my exact weight?! I always tell people it’s 50 because I’m scared of getting teased…”

“You told me before. Stop squirming—you’ll hurt yourself.”

“I never told y—… W-wait, wait…! I need to mentally prepare…!”

I’d like a kind man like Professor Seo Woojin.

Y-you know, whenever he had sex with me, he always asked things like:

“Are you uncomfortable anywhere?”

“Does this feel good?”

“Can I keep going?”

And even when I prepared a collar myself, he still asked, “Is it okay if I pull this?”

And also…

“Yozora. Wrap your arms around my neck. Hurry. You’re heavy.”

“…Um, this is… too deep… inside…”

“Can’t do it?”

“……”

I’d like a man who looks like him.

An ideal type…? I guess that’s the right term.

I wouldn’t be able to describe the exact feeling in detail if asked, but…

…If I imagine him standing there, that’s about right.

When I was younger, I used to fantasize about a prince-like figure, but now… well.

…Tastes change over time.

Now, instead of a flawless, picture-perfect prince, I’m much more drawn to someone like him.

And one more thing.

This is honestly something I’d want more than anything else in a future husband.

“…Ngh, hh, nn… Haaa…”

…I hope he’s good in bed.

I’m not asking for much—just as good as him.

Anything more pleasurable than that… I wouldn’t know yet.

And a dick about his size, about his thickness.

About his level of libido.

And if he were as skilled as him, I’d have nothing left to wish for… …probably.

“……”

…Actually, all of this.

Wouldn’t it be solved if I just married him?

He’s still around my age, so he probably isn’t managing some major corporation yet, but…

The sheer rarity of being one of the few healing-type transcendents in the world…

My parents might even want to tie him down by my side…

…Ah, then they’d probably want grandchildren too…

In that case, instead of birth control, I’d be swallowing ovulation inducers…

And him, having saved up all that pent-up lust, locking me—fertile and ready—in a sweltering room…

Forgetting meals, just… drenched in sweat…

Even when my womb is already stuffed full…

Even when my instincts tell me it’s enough…

He’d say, “Just one more time,” and…

Keep going…

Keep…

“…What are you doing, Sua?”

“…Ah.”

Fantasies, fiction, hypotheticals.

Midway through letting my thoughts flow like water, a pretty voice snapped me back to reality, making me jerk my head up.

I-I wasn’t so lost in thought that I’d collapsed or anything…!

But I must’ve been blankly staring at the table at some point…

I really need to quit these manga and novels for good…

“A-ah, it’s nothing…”

“Really? You looked pretty out of it.”

“…A little tipsy, but still lucid…? I think… Yeah…”

“Hmm… Well, you dropped your Rudolph hat under the table.”

“…Thank youuu…”

…Anyway,

Once I regained my senses, I noticed Seoyeon sunbae sitting across the table, looking at me with concern.

I’m pretty sure she drank twice as fast as I did, but…

She looks completely fine on the outside.

Ugh. How is that fair?

I drank super slowly because I was scared of getting drunk…

…Now that I think about it, it’s a little weird.

Professor Seo, who was drinking with us earlier—he’s completely fine, right?

And Yozora, who drank three times faster than me, is over there, completely absorbed in sex.

Everyone’s fine, so why am I the only one…

“……”

This can’t be.

If everyone else is fine except me, does that just mean I’m a lightweight…?

“I’ll get you some water. You’ve only been drinking alcohol, so alternating between water and drinks will help.”

“Okay… Thank you…”

“Don’t mention it.”

Gotta admit the truth when it’s staring me in the face.

I’m… really weak to alcohol.

Rather than risk embarrassing myself in front of three people while blackout drunk, it’s better to take a little break.

So this time, I’ll just munch on a crispy snack without any alcohol.

“Hii…k… Seo Woo…jin… That’s…♡”

…Once my conversation with Seoyeon sunbae ended,

The sounds that had been making me space out earlier came pounding back against my eardrums.

“Ahh, my pussy, my pussyyy… No more…!”

“Haa…”

Peeking over, I saw the two of them tightly embracing each other, too busy slamming their hips together to notice anything else.

…Is this really okay?

Pinning the relatively petite Yozora against the wall, lifting her up,

Then pressing their bodies together as he thrusts inside,

Only to pull back slightly for the next pump—leaving strands of slick stretched between them like spider silk.

“I’m gonna fill you up completely.”

“…Nngh… But… I can’t get pregnant… today…”

“Swallow every last drop. Don’t let a single one spill.”

“I told you… it’s a safe day…”

“I said swallow it all.”

“…Okay…”

“…Stop burying your face in my chest. Look up and open your mouth.”

“…Okay…”

“……”

“…Ngh, mm, glk… Bwah…”

After a few more rough thrusts,

Just as Yozora started curling her cute little toes—

Despite being told not to spill a single drop,

Her tiny womb must’ve already been filled to the brim,

Because with each gasping moan, more cum began dripping onto the floor.

“…Haa… Seo Woojin…”

“……”

Yozora, who always had a playful glint in her eyes around me,

Now looked up at him with a gaze full of longing, begging for a kiss.

How good…

Must sex like that feel?

“…Huh? Sua?”

“…Ah, ah. Sunbae…”

“Here, drink this. …And stop watching the live show.”

“…Sorry. The sounds kept distracting me…”

“…Yeah. Understandable.”

“……”

…How amazing…

Must it feel to have sex the way you want with someone you love?

“……”

“……”

As I washed away the alcohol with the water sunbae handed me—

“…Sua, can I borrow your ear for a sec?”

“…Huh?”

It’s disgustingly hot.

The calendar says it’s the tail end of December—the heart of winter—but…

Maybe it’s because I just hauled a damn sack of rice around like an idiot.

I’m not drenched in sweat, but there’s enough beading on my skin that an ice-cold beer sounds heavenly right about now.

Normally, that’d kill my motivation entirely, and I’d just want to cool off somewhere.

“Nngh… Haa…”

…But the dopamine flooding my brain is on another level.

I pull my still-hard cock out of Yozora’s pussy and casually rest it on her sweat-slicked lower belly.

Meaning, until just now, it was buried inside her.

And not just gentle thrusts—I’d been pounding into her like I wanted to ruin her.

Right around here.

Just below her navel.

Back when I used to practice on other girls, they’d either cry from the pain or cling to me calling me “Master” without being told.

Guess she’s closer to the latter.

Then again, only someone with a few screws loose would deliberately piss off a guy just to get violently fucked.

“…You should get down soon. My arms are getting tired.”

“Okay… Wait, no.”

For a moment, I stare at the Santa hat still perched on Yozora’s head.

Maybe I should fuck her standing up this time—fueled by endless lust, I grab her hips, but she suddenly pushes my hands away like she just remembered something.

“Now it’s Sua’s turn… right…?”

“……”

…Ah, right. That was the deal.

We agreed to take turns based on whose pussy felt the best today.

Honestly, when my balls are this full, the first one I fuck—Baek Seoyeon—would naturally feel the best.

Then Yozora, since she’s second.

Which leaves Han Sua for last.

I was planning to go until I ran out of steam today, but…

Maybe I could just pretend that deal never happened?

As I sigh silently, Yozora—who’d been peeking at me—tilts her head in confusion.

“Seoyeon, why’d you come out?”

“…Ah, just helping with preparations.”

“……?”

I turn around, wondering what she’s talking about, and see Baek Seoyeon walking out of the bedroom.

And Han Sua, who should’ve been sitting here… is suddenly gone.

It’s not common, but I’ve seen this happen a few times over the past year.

“Did you prepare another cosplay or something? Last month, you brought some famous manga character’s outfit.”

“It’s not cosplay. …Well, maybe 10% of it is. You’ll understand when you see it.”

“10%?”

Either it is or it isn’t—what’s with the 10%?

Shrugging, I start walking over, curious to solve the riddle.

After stopping to chug some cold water from the table, I reach the bedroom door in a few strides.

It wasn’t locked, so it slides open easily when I push it.

“…Ah, um… I was just thinking about… which position would be best…”

What I find inside is Han Sua, wearing the shirt I’d taken off earlier.

Okay, definitely not cosplay.

“…You’re up already…? Woojin…?”

“……”

“Auntie said dinner’s still about 30 minutes away…”

“……”

“…Did you want to do something in the meantime?”

A roleplay, huh.

That’s the perfect word for it.