episode_0514

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“Well, with Sua-chan, at least the baby won’t starve to death~”

“Eh, huh?”

“Stop making weird noises and step outside for a bit. Baek Seo-yeon, you too.”

Th-The baby won’t starve to death…? That’s probably about my chest, isn’t it?

Bowing my head slightly out of embarrassment, I barely manage to cool down my flushed face.

…At least the baby won’t go hungry. Where on earth did she learn to say something like that?

It’s not the kind of thing you’d hear from just anyone.

Maybe she picked it up from the internet or something.

Of course, just because my chest is big doesn’t mean I produce more breast milk.

It’s just heavy and utterly useless…

Well, not completely useless.

It’s just a body part that attracts attention—

A part that stirs up men’s lust, that’s all…

“Stop watching from the side… Hey, wait, why are you acting like an obedient little dog…?!”

S-Should I pull the blanket up a bit?

As I squirm awkwardly from embarrassment, Yozora, who had been chattering away, gets dragged out of the bedroom by Seo-yeon sunbae.

…Not that her words from earlier disappear just because she left.

Since it was such an unexpectedly vulgar comment, I feel like buttoning up my shirt tightly, but…

For now, it’s probably best to act unfazed and smile…?

The plan sunbae suggested earlier.

We’ve only just reached the starting line.

“…Sua. Have you seen where the wet wipes are? I think I need to clean up a bit.”

“…Ah, huh? I think I saw some tissues over there…”

“Ah, here they are. Just a sec.”

Sigh. Haa…

Taking a quiet deep breath, I try to recall the conversation I just had with Seo-yeon sunbae.

So, she definitely said, “Instead of just watching, wouldn’t it be better to do something?”

She’s absolutely right.

Especially today, when the teacher himself is choosing the main participant.

If I just leave everything to him and passively have sex like usual, I’ll definitely end up being the least impressive of the three.

In other words, if I follow sunbae’s advice and take some initiative today, I might actually have a chance of being chosen.

“…Didn’t you say dinner is in 30 minutes?”

“Y-Yes… I mean, yeah. 30 minutes…”

“30 minutes, huh.”

…Those two were really rough, weren’t they?

Meanwhile, I’m taking things a bit more leisurely…

If I had to compare, maybe like a loving newlywed couple…?

Th-That’s the vibe I’m going for…

N-Not that I came up with this plan because I wanted to do this or anything!

I just thought this would be the safest option. Yeah.

It’s safe. Newlyweds.

I’ve heard middle-class kids play house like this sometimes…

So it shouldn’t be too weird.

“Then let’s stay like this for a bit. I’m kind of tired right now.”

“…Ah…”

Anyway, newlyweds.

What would a recently married wife act like around her husband?

Devotion, dedication—those words probably suit the image of a good wife, right?

As I agonize over how to play the part, the teacher wipes off his sticky, cum-covered cock and slips under the covers with me.

Ah, aha. Right.

If we’re newlyweds, then waking up together like this…

Lying side by side like this is perfectly natural.

I guess he’s willing to play along with my little act.

Good. I get his intentions, so I’ll do my best to match his pace…

Hmm…

“Are you really tired…?”

“It’s not that bad. I think I’ll feel better if we just lie here for a bit. Why? Are you worried?”

“I am worried, but… I was also wondering if there’s anything I can do to help.”

Th-This kind of feeling…?

Doesn’t this kind of conversation suit newlyweds?

“Something you can do to help… Hmm…”

“Just tell me. Ah, should I massage your shoulders?”

“I appreciate the thought, but… I don’t think that’s the kind of tired I am.”

“Then… what would help…?”

“…….”

Maybe he found my answer amusing, because the teacher lets out a soft chuckle.

Following his lead, I shift a little further up the bed.

I was already lying down, but the teacher was sitting up.

This kind of subtle detail is part of the newlywed vibe, isn’t it?

The fact that I noticed this—I’m better at acting than I thought, huh?

Patting myself on the back, I lean slightly against the teacher beside me.

“…….”

“…….”

…Teacher.

Your gaze just now…

…….

….

…Aha.

That’s what it is.

“Woojin.”

“Yeah.”

“…Do you want to touch my chest?”

“…Your chest?”

“Yeah. You like my chest, don’t you, Woojin?”

“Of course I do.”

“…Hmph. Don’t say it so casually. You were just sneaking glances at it.”

“…….”

“From where I’m sitting, I can see your pupils dropping and rising. And…”

Well, this is how newlyweds act, right?

They say there’s a slump later on, but in the beginning, couples are all over each other.

“…This too. It’s really obvious outside the blanket.”

“…….”

“How hard are you…?”

…Right now, we’re deeply in love.

At this stage, we’d be too busy having sex all the time to care about anything else.

“Did I make you like this…?”

“…Partially, yeah.”

“Teacher… No, Woojin, you already touch me as much as you want normally…”

“There’s no such thing as too much of a good thing.”

“But there is such a thing as too much! Ugh…”

The words slip out before I can stop them, so ingrained they are.

With every movement, my loose shirt sways.

Along with the scent of the teacher clinging to it, I shift slightly closer.

“Anyway, since you’re tired…”

Closer than before.

Close enough for our skin to touch.

Close enough for our body heat to mingle softly.

“If I do this for you… will you feel better…?”

“…I’ll have to see first.”

“Yeah…? Hmm…”

The truth is, it’s been rock-hard since before we even entered this room.

Now, as it touches my soft hand,

it twitches up and down.

My smooth skin, hidden beneath the teacher’s shirt,

and the slowly hardening pink nipples—

all meet my husband’s large hands.

“…….”

“…….”

The wet sound of my hand stroking his precum-covered cock,

the rustling of fabric as the teacher gropes my chest and teases my nipples…

And occasionally, my own embarrassed voice slipping out.

Amidst it all, I carefully speak up.

“Your parents… they said… they wanted to see it soon…”

“See what?”

“…Our baby…”

N-Newlyweds.

There’s nothing strange about a newlywed couple having this kind of conversation while being intimate.

In fact, it’s perfectly natural.

If my husband were really someone like the teacher, of course they’d want to see it.

And why wouldn’t they? The teacher is incredibly handsome.

And exceptionally capable.

…In fact, they might lock us in a room and refuse to let us out until I’m pregnant.

“A daughter who looks like you would be really pretty.”

“…Eh, ah, n-no. I’d prefer a son who looks like you…”

“I don’t want a son. Thinking back to what I was like as a kid, I’d probably beat him with a stick.”

“Eh… Were you a delinquent…?”

“Not exactly. It’s complicated. Anyway, my preference is a daughter.”

“A daughter… who looks like me…”

If I really were to marry the teacher.

My alcohol-soaked brain clumsily sketches out this what-if scenario.

Even though I know this is just an act, that we’re pretending to be newlyweds—

whether it’s habit or something else,

I keep slipping up with my words.

All while my hands keep moving.

“…I-I’ll do my best…”

“…….”

…The ridges of his glans,

the intimidating veins brushing against my fingers,

the sticky precum coating my hand—

I take it all in,

not just with my touch,

but with my eyes.

Please cum. Please cum.

Like a polite request.

…Like a wife who wants her beloved husband to feel good.

I keep going.

And going.

…Until his stiff cock twitches.

I keep going.

“Sua. Wait a second.”

“…? Huh, yeah?”

Is that why?

The moment I think, Ah, he’s about to cum—

The teacher stops my hand.

“We’re newlyweds, aren’t we?”

“…….”

He murmurs the obvious,

right into my ear.

Then, gently,

he pushes me down onto the bed.

“Breakfast. You said 30 minutes, right?”

“Yeah. 30 minutes…”

“…Do we have to eat that?”

“…….”

…His body covers mine,

casting a dim shadow over me.

Three times without pulling out.

Changing positions slightly—five times.

Whispering “Get pregnant” in my ear the whole time—seven.

No,

if you count the last one, it was around nine.

We went at it like animals, completely losing ourselves.

“Haa…”

Maybe it was from cumming so many times in such a short span.

My glans were so sensitive it stung, so I just focused on catching my breath for a while.

Once I’d calmed down enough, I pulled out, shaking off Han Sua’s clinging body.

“…Hng, haa……. …Tea…cher…….”

Right, I remember playing along when Han Sua kept pushing the newlywed act.

Her scooting over and eagerly stroking my cock was kinda cute.

Nodding along when she talked about having a daughter who looked like her,

…and then at some point,

begging in a broken voice for me to “go slow.”

I remember most of it.

But the end result is this.

“Ngh…, …haa……. Ha…”

Half-lidded eyes.

A tongue too busy panting to do anything else.

Semen still gushing back out of Han Sua.

No matter how you look at it, this is a far cry from a newlywed scene.

I could keep going, but at this point, I’d just feel bad for Sua if I let her recover only to go again.

Better to leave her be for now.

So my next destination is the living room.

After making sure Han Sua is still conscious, I push open the firmly shut bedroom door.

“…Ah, finally done?”

“Not yet. Just taking a break.”

“Reeally~…? Guess Sua-chan’s pussy felt the best, huh~…”

Unlike the stifling bedroom, the cool living room has Yozora and Baek Seo-yeon drunk off their asses, chatting away.

From what I can tell, their topics are just old stories only they know and how to have good sex. That’s about it.

Even though they can both hold their liquor, the fact that they’re this drunk means it’s been a while since I was alone with Han Sua.

Glancing at the darkened night sky outside, I grab a drink before heading to my discarded clothes.

“……?”

Of course, it’s just to find my phone.

To check how much time has passed.

And, incidentally, to see if Lee Hayoon or Lee Jiyoon have messaged me.

But unexpectedly, the name I see is someone else’s.

Wondering why he would text at this hour, my lust-addled brain creaks as it struggles to think.

“Fuck if I know…”

Finally, I let out a short curse and check the message.

[Baek Jiho]

– Teacher.

– Sorry to bother you on a merry Christmas.

– I was wondering if you’ve scrapped the fourth video.

– Da-bin said you just deleted it because you didn’t want me to misunderstand.

“…….”

…What the hell is this idiot saying?