episode_0516

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…Just a stupid, oversized pervert.

Last time in my room, you had no problem doing it while my parents were asleep right next door.

But now that they’re actually out of the house, you suddenly don’t want to take the “risky gamble”?

Hell no—the real insane gamble was when you pretended to be drunk and barged in that time…

When we did it in my room, your cum output was noticeably higher, wasn’t it?

When we did it in my room, you fucked me like a brainless monkey, didn’t you?

Baek Jiho could’ve stumbled through the wall at any moment, yet you used me like a fucking cum dump.

So when I brought it up first this time,

I thought that dumb pervert would jump at the chance and come running first thing in the morning.

…Why the sudden change of heart?

“Are you doing this on purpose…?”

My glare at the disconnected phone only lasted a moment.

Biting my lower lip, I finally tossed the phone onto the bed.

It’s true there’s a mountain of things I don’t like, but there’s a reason I conceded so easily this time.

I just don’t like how his attitude has changed, but I do understand Seo Woojin’s point to some extent.

Life isn’t always the same, after all.

When my parents mention hiking, they usually stay out until lunch, but today they might come back early.

And most importantly—this.

Me begging to do it in my room? That’s just weird.

“…I should shower first.”

That damn pervert… No, not Seo Woojin.

The one next door—he’s the one who said he’d be fine with anything, even if it was “something easily misunderstood.”

So I made the awkward suggestion purely for Baek Jiho’s sake.

But if Seo Woojin doesn’t know the full story, he might misunderstand.

Woojin, you just need to play your role as a glorified human dildo that makes me feel good.

A sex partner—just someone to relieve my urges with.

…As if I actually want to cheat on you with him.

There’s a 99% chance he’d twist it into something disgusting like that.

“Ugh…….”

Maybe it’s because I’ve been relying on my hand instead of sex lately.

Unlike when I met Baek Jiho, the moment Woojin and I started talking on the phone, I couldn’t ignore the throbbing between my legs—annoyingly persistent.

Grumbling, I got up from the bed and started peeling off my stained panties.

“…….”

Outside the window.

Amid the usual apartment buildings I see every day, tiny white snowflakes drifted lazily down.

“…Hiking. Maybe they’ll really come back early.”

Not Christmas Eve.

Not even Christmas.

December 26th.

A day that means nothing.

516

“Hi. Good morning.”

“…Yeah. Good morning.”

December 26th.

Christmas is already over, a day only people in places like the UK still fuss over.

After finishing my bath and leaving the house, I met the person I had to see before heading to Seo Woojin’s place.

“Sleep well? You look extra tired today.”

“…I did, but… I don’t know. Maybe I’ve been working harder lately, thinking about my vacation?”

“Not because you jerked off to my videos last night?”

“N-No, I didn’t… How do you even assume I’m always doing that?”

…Just someone whose birthday was yesterday.

So, someone who celebrated with family.

A childhood friend.

And… a boyfriend.

“…Hey, wait. Why are you tying your scarf like that?”

“…Isn’t this how you do it?”

“No, you’re not some fashion model… Just stay still.”

It’s good that he dressed properly,

but his clumsiness hasn’t changed at all.

After fixing his scarf from top to bottom, we walked toward the elevator.

“Look. It’s snowing outside.”

“Yeah. Just one day earlier.”

“Exactly… Ugh…”

“…….”

“And since yesterday was Christmas, they were busy, but today seems fine.”

“…Yeah.”

No subject was needed.

Both Baek Jiho and I knew exactly why we were meeting this early in the morning.

Keeping my voice calm, I stepped into the elevator with him.

If anything, it felt like creating a flimsy alibi—as if we’d just been on a quick date.

Saying I met a friend is the usual excuse, but I’m running out of believable lies.

Plus, our parents like that we’re close, so this is the most efficient method.

Once inside the empty elevator, I continued.

“This time when we film… are we really doing it?”

Nothing major.

Yesterday morning, when Baek Jiho arrived, we talked about this and that—

Somehow, the topic shifted to why I deleted the videos and what could’ve been “misunderstood.”

…I’ve just been a bit pent up lately, so I ended up describing some pretty risky actions.

I thought he’d obviously hate it if I did those things with Seo Woojin, since he’s my boyfriend.

But this idiot showed no sign of discomfort.

In fact, my so-called boyfriend looked disappointed he couldn’t see the deleted footage.

The end.

So now, there’s an unspoken rule that it’s okay to film slightly more… “problematic” content from now on.

Nothing major.

…Honestly, I kinda expected this once I learned about Baek Jiho’s tastes.

“If you don’t like it, we don’t have to—”

“…Just say you want to see it. Stop being so roundabout.”

“…It’s not like I always want to, but maybe once…”

“Ugh, fine. I get it. I thought you’d hate it, but… Ugh…”

Does he even realize?

I have other clothes, but I deliberately wore this wool hoodie.

Does he even realize?

I dressed like I was going to the library because looking too done-up for Woojin would be weird.

My complaints are short-lived.

Sighing, I shoved my hands into the hoodie pockets and pressed down hard before making one last confirmation.

“…Baek Jiho. I’m only doing this because you want to see it. Remember that.”

“…….”

“No matter what I do in the video, don’t take it seriously. Got it?”

“…I won’t. We’ve been together for almost…”

“Rounded up, about 10 years. So…”

“…….”

“…This time, I’ll make it look like I’m really cheating on you.”

“…….”

How much of that time have I actually treated Baek Jiho like a boyfriend?

How much of it was spent acting like a real couple?

…Maybe the time I spent genuinely enjoying myself on Seo Woojin’s bed was longer.

But I buried all those trivial thoughts under my tongue.

After parting ways with Baek Jiho—who said he’d be spending time alone and to call when I was done—

I eventually arrived at Seo Woojin’s place alone.

…Worried I might run into Hayun’s sister like last time, I kept my hood pulled low.

But of course, the alley was as quiet as usual.

The message I got from Woojin right before arriving said nothing was wrong.

So getting into that pervert’s place wasn’t hard.

“Welcome. Feels like it’s been forever.”

“…….”

“Ah, you can just leave the umbrella open in the hallway. There’s CCTV anyway.”

…This pervert—

Not just me, but other girls too.

If they ring the bell, he’d happily let them in.

“It has been a while. We haven’t seen each other in at least a week.”

“Has it? If you’d gotten hurt, we would’ve met in the infirmary.”

“The infirmary was too busy with you and that senior sucking each other off. How was I supposed to go there?”

“Students who don’t know about us might find it awkward, but you don’t count, right? You’re the one who films yourself sucking me off.”

“…W-Well, it still matters…! I know you have other sex partners, but do you know how upsetting it was to actually see it?!”

“Hmm. Well, you did look pretty flustered because of Baek Seoyeon…”

“…Just move. Don’t piss me off.”

See? Even now.

The usual scent I associate with Woojin is gone, replaced by some unfamiliar body wash.

…And it’s not even Hayun’s.

If it’s not Seoyeon, it must be some other girl’s…

He once said he had about three sex partners—was that even true?

Maybe it’s not three, but ten.

With that suspicion in mind, I stepped into Woojin’s place.

“Why is it so cold in here? Did you air it out?”

“I just got back too. It’ll take a bit to warm up.”

He was out all Christmas.

Hayun was posting in the group chat yesterday about some family-friendly hot spring. And you were out all day.

“…Ah. I see.”

“Want something to drink while it warms up? Coffee, or maybe cocoa…”

“Cocoa. And I’ll get it myself. I don’t want your help.”

“Ah, I already boiled water in the electric kettle.”

“…W-Well, fine then.”

“Cocoa… You really do like sweet stuff, huh?”

“…….”

Even if my suspicions are confirmed,

even if I’m embarrassed he remembers my preferences—nothing changes.

My opinion of him is already rock-bottom. It can’t go lower.

So when my feet carried me to the kitchen, it was only natural.

I was looking for the cocoa Woojin mentioned when—

“It’s in the cabinet. Here.”

“…….”

Standing right beside my irritated self, Woojin casually reached over.

“This much water works best. Tell me if it’s too sweet.”

“…….”

He stood shoulder-to-shoulder with me, handing me a warm mug.

“We can film later. It’s too cold to get in the mood now.”

“…Obviously, I wasn’t planning to either.”

…Maybe it’s because I came here dressed so plainly.

It feels… comfortable, in a way.

Like I’m just visiting my boyfriend’s place.

The atmosphere is getting weird.

“…Ah, what did you do with your boyfriend for Christmas?”

“…Don’t wanna tell you.”

“Really?”

The cocoa is… good.

Kinda pisses me off.