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What the hell is this about a fourth video?

We kept missing each other’s timing, so we never even got around to filming it.

Why bring this up so suddenly in the middle of the night…?

Did some part of my brain get fried from burying my face in Han Sua’s tits and fucking her senseless until just now?

A little suspicious, I even slapped my own cheeks a couple of times and checked my phone, but the content hadn’t changed by even a single gram.

Did you discard the fourth video as well?

That’s all it said.

“……”

Staring blankly at Baek Jiho’s blunt question, I finally started racking my stiff brain.

Honestly, I was too soaked in dopamine to care, but this didn’t seem like something I could just brush off.

Meanwhile, Yozora clung to me, asking what I was doing, so I patted her head and sank into the couch with her.

At any rate, this whole thing must’ve started with Seol Dabin.

No one else would say something like this. And wasn’t it written in the last line of the message?

Dabin was worried I’d misunderstand… blah blah blah.

If that’s the case, then it’s simple.

Seol Dabin must’ve thrown out some half-baked excuse, and Baek Jiho, in heat, swallowed it whole.

There were enough hints for me to piece it together, so it wasn’t as big a deal as I thought.

But my brain was still in a dumber-than-usual state, so I poured myself a drink from the table to wake myself up and started drafting a reply to Baek Jiho.

So, uh…

I’m sorry. I already discarded it, so it’s hard to retrieve now.

But I’m meeting Seol Dabin tomorrow, so I’ll film a new one to avoid any misunderstandings…

“……”

…Wait a second.

Something feels off here.

Not the message I’m about to send, but the situation itself.

“Baek Seoyeon. I have something I’m curious about.”

“…What is it all of a sudden? If it’s a weird question, I’d rather pass.”

“Then Yozo—”

“O-oh, since it’s a special day today. Go ahead.”

“It’s nothing major. It’s about Seol Dabin. Take a look at this.”

“Seol Dabin…?”

“What is it? I wanna see too.”

I showed my phone screen to Baek Seoyeon, who had quietly sidled up next to me. She immediately furrowed her brows slightly and started reading.

Surprisingly, her eyesight might not be great—she muttered that she couldn’t see well and leaned heavily on my shoulder.

So I handed her the phone to make it easier, but she passed it straight to Yozora, saying she’d already finished reading.

Crossing her legs, Yozora swayed lightly and spoke.

“That video, right? …The one you were supposed to film this time but ended up missing.”

“Yeah. But it’s not just that—the part where she says ‘I was worried you’d misunderstand’ feels a little weird to me.”

“Misunderstand…? Ah. That.”

Not that I find it 100% suspicious.

It’s just a little… questionable.

Putting aside whether Seol Dabin enjoyed having sex with me,

she’s still firmly nailed down her disgust toward Seo Woojin as a person.

And she could’ve come up with any other excuse,

so why would someone like her specifically use that kind of excuse?

It’s not like she’d do it unconsciously.

If she had, she would’ve at least filtered out any excuse that would make her feel bad.

It would’ve been simpler to just say I was busy all December. That would’ve ended things without a hitch.

Even if Baek Jiho asked if it was true, I could’ve played along.

But she had to go with that.

The last video was something that could easily be misunderstood, so I had no choice but to delete it.

That’s what she said.

“Didn’t you say your boyfriend’s into that kind of thing? …Maybe she was deliberately trying to rile him up?”

“…Maybe.”

Other than the reason Baek Seoyeon just gave,

everything else just feels weird.

“Nah, nah. From where I’m standing, it seems like she just blurted out something she’d been holding back.”

“…Holding back?”

“She wants to do things that could be misunderstood, but even if it’s netorase, her boyfriend might still hate it if it goes too far. So she unconsciously tested the waters, y’know?”

“…….”

“Think about it. She probably didn’t expect you to find out, right? If not for this, it’d just be a private conversation between her and her boyfriend.”

“…I don’t know. Just give me my phone back.”

Right next to me. Though not as extreme as the girl whose mind is a literal flower field.

Everything just feels weird.

…Hmm.

Maybe I’m just being unnecessarily sensitive.

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515

December 26th.

Right after enjoying the busy, busy Christmas holidays until my balls were completely drained.

Still at Yozora’s place.

Everyone was buried under thick blankets, quietly sleeping off the fatigue that had piled up over the past few days.

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“…Ugh.”

…I thought someone had set an alarm for the morning.

But now that I think about it, this is my phone’s ringtone.

I was sure I’d turned off all alarms and sounds, but I must’ve been too tired to check properly.

I thought I’d pressed the volume button correctly. Maybe I hit the wrong one by mistake.

Woken by the familiar ringtone, I rubbed my face and fumbled toward the source of the sound.

Luckily, the ringing stopped after a few more seconds, muffled under my palm, and the soft breathing of the three around me filled the room again.

Glancing at the wall clock, it was only 8 AM.

Even if I’d shaken off the fatigue, who the hell would call this early…?

“…….”

…Well, there was one person.

Seol Dabin.

Confirming the name on my screen, I sat up halfway.

Since it was Seol Dabin calling, it’d be better to answer quickly, but doing it here with everyone asleep felt a little awkward.

So I slipped out of bed and headed to the living room.

At the same time, I couldn’t help but wonder—why?

A few days ago, when we talked around 10 AM, her voice hadn’t sounded sleepy at all.

So I’d assumed she was the type to sleep in on her days off.

…Did I take too long to answer? By the time I noticed, the call had already ended.

Just as I unlocked my phone to call her back, another call came in—as if she were urging me.

This time, I picked up properly.

“Hello?”

—Were you sleeping? Why didn’t you answer?

“Obviously. It’s this early in the morning.”

—Sigh…

Unlike last time, when her voice had been groggy, now it was the usual Seol Dabin I knew.

Guess she must’ve had something to do that kept her up late that day.

When I answered matter-of-factly, a soft sigh crackled through the speaker.

—You didn’t forget about our plans today, right?

“How could I? It’s the day I get to have legal sex with you.”

—…It’s the day we film the netorase video we missed.

“Yeah. Legal sex.”

—You’re impossible…

Seol Dabin muttered under her breath.

Then, clearing her throat, she continued.

—…About our plans today. I was thinking of changing the location.

“Location? We agreed on my place, like last time. Worried your friend’s little sister might drop by again?”

—That’s not not a reason, but that was the 23rd. Today’s the 26th.

“True, but… Is there a big difference?”

The only thing that came to mind was that the 23rd was a weekday, and the 26th was the weekend—since Christmas fell on a Friday this year.

But what does that change? As I drowsily pondered, Seol Dabin replied dryly, as if it were nothing.

—My place is empty.

Literally dry.

Like she was just stating a fact.

—My place is empty. Earlier, at breakfast, my parents said they were going hiking for New Year’s sunrise or something. I told them I’d stay home because it’s cold.

“Then it’s not completely empty, is it?”

—It’ll be empty for a while, right? Whenever they go hiking, they never get back until well past lunch.

Right. It would be empty for a while.

Like I just said, Seol Dabin must’ve built up enough data points—every time my parents go hiking, it takes about this long—to say that with confidence.

But even so, answering right away felt…

Like there was a tiny splinter stuck in my throat.

—Besides, Baek Jiho would be way more into this. Letting another man into my room—this is a first for me.

“…What about the time we had sex last—”

—Only you and I know about that, right?

Like Seol Dabin said, Baek Jiho would be more excited.

An unfamiliar guy’s place isn’t a bad backdrop, but her own girlfriend’s room—one he knows well—would definitely be a plus.

And for me, too, something new is always more enticing than the familiar.

Her room, where we’d only had secret sex once, was more appealing than my own place.

I couldn’t argue with any of that.

Except for one thing.

“…So, you’re saying you want to film it in your room?”

—If you’re not comfortable, we can just stick to the original plan.

When had Seol Dabin ever been this proactive before?

Other than today, had there ever been a time?

“Sigh…”

…Had there not been?

She’d just been parroting the same lines every day like a broken record.

I admit the sex feels good, but I’m only doing this because you’re blackmailing me.

And because my boyfriend wants to see it.

She’d drawn her own line and stuck to it when dealing with me.

But now…

“No. I’d rather not gamble pointlessly. If we leave traces, we can pin it on your boyfriend, but if we run into him directly, there’s no way out.”

—…Got it. Then I’ll see you later. I’ll come to your place.

“Alright. See you then.”

For a moment, I recalled the drunken nonsense Yozora had spouted last night.

Setting my phone down on the table, I headed to the bathroom alone.