episode_0518

…From the moment Seo Woo-jin and I first agreed to have sex, nearly ten days passed.

Was it because layers upon layers of lust had settled into a corner of my heart?

At any rate, I somehow managed to say it aloud.

Even though I had braced myself, it was still disgustingly embarrassing.

Honestly, it’s only natural, right?

Telling another man, Hey, it’s okay to fuck me like you’re stealing someone else’s girlfriend—how many people in the world could say something like that sober?

…Even if I have been tossing and turning beneath the covers every night, stifling my moans…

The man I’m asking isn’t even my boyfriend, who should rightfully be beside me.

No, he’s a piece-of-trash man—the boyfriend of a close friend.

Please have sex with me like we’re actually cheating—how the hell was I supposed to say something so idiotic?

…I only spat it out because my arousal had surged to the top of my head…

“……”

And there’s one more thing.

Sure, I’m ridiculous, but the more I think about you, Seo Woo-jin, the more absurd you become.

You have a cute girlfriend like Ha-yoon, a gorgeous sex partner like Seo-yeon sunbae…

So why the hell do you pay this much attention to me?

Compared to those two, I’m just…

…a woman with nothing special to offer.

And last time, you even complimented me, calling me cute—something so nonsensical…

“…W-We’ll do it right after finishing this.” “Alright. The room’s warmed up enough now.”

What would the me from Academy’s first year think if she saw this?

At some point, I wet my dry throat with saliva and slowly sipped the hot cocoa in front of me.

Back then, despite being a virgin without a single experience, I played the role of my friends’ sex counselor.

Even now, I’m still untouched by Baek Ji-ho… but with other men? Countless times.

Enough that I’ve grown somewhat accustomed to it…

If my past self saw that I… slept around this much…

Of course, she wouldn’t believe it.

She’d think it was some absurd joke.

I can’t remember who it was, but even if the famous astrologer-mage senior had foretold it, she’d probably have scowled and snapped—

No matter how you spin it, isn’t this prank going too far?

But here I am, just two years later in my third academy year, feeling nothing but sheepish even in this situation…

It’s hilarious.

Humans really are creatures of adaptation.

That’s one way to look at it.

But another part of me thinks—

So I’ve had enough sex to adapt to something like this…

“…Mm, mm.” “……”

Enough of these mortifying distractions.

I cleared my throat unnecessarily and stood up first.

The mug, now nearly empty, was destined for the sink.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Woo-jin’s coffee was also almost finished.

So why not head in first and prepare?

The camera, clothes…

…Or maybe those lines Woo-jin would love to hear—

No, wait—the kind of thing Ji-ho would enjoy.

Mentally running through what I might need later, I parted my lips.

“Hey… do you need to shower? I washed up at home, obviously.” “Same. I already did.” “…Oh, right. You smelled.” “Smelled?” “Yeah, your body wash. I caught a whiff of it earlier in the hallway.” “…You even check for stuff like that? Feels kinda pervy.” “It was an accident. And calling me perverted—really, are you one to talk?”

It’s not like I intentionally sniffed him. He was blocking the way, so when I tried to slip past, the scent just hit my nose.

His petty retort briefly irritated me, but I quickly shook it off, freeing my hair tangled inside my hoodie as I approached the bed.

The blanket strewn across it was ice-cold, as expected.

As if proving he hadn’t been here last night, it held no warmth—instead stealing the heat from my fingertips.

…But this is a bit of a problem.

Doesn’t Woo-jin sometimes stuff the blanket or a pillow under my hips to adjust the angle?

Honestly, that… changes where he touches completely, and it feels really good—

But if it’s this cold, won’t my muscles tense up from shock?

If I cover it for a bit with my body heat, would it warm up enough…?

But I don’t want to make it obvious…

But I do want to make it feel good…

Just as I was pressing my palms onto it like a cat testing the bed—

“Seol Da-bin.” “What?” “I get the gist of what you’re trying to do, but… do you have anything like a script?” “…A script?” “Yeah. It’d make things easier.” “Well…”

A script?

Is that really necessary?

Of course not.

We just have to act like we’re having an affair—whether it’s netorare or netorase or whatever. Fake cheating sex, that’s all.

Right before the words could slip out, I caught myself, realizing something.

…Now that I think about it, we might need at least a bare-bones script.

Not because we’re filming anything elaborate, but to maintain our unspoken boundaries.

If things start feeling too extreme while shooting, shouldn’t we pause and check in?

Aren’t we just acting this out for Ji-ho’s twisted fantasy—pretending to cheat?

If it were just me secretly fucking this idiot alone, fine—but right now…

Even I think this is a bit… No, never mind.

“…I was going to bring it up. Not a full script, but at least the basics of what we want.” “Ah.”

Playing it off like I’d planned this all along, I answered with a look that called him pathetic.

…Judging by his reaction, he didn’t seem to notice I’d had zero plan.

Then I should hurry and steer the conversation before he suspects anything.

Thankfully, the hardest part was over.

“So, what do you want to do? The stuff you said earlier at the table only gave me a rough idea.”

The sink’s running water cut off abruptly as Woo-jin walked over and asked.

Stay calm.

Even if I hadn’t thought this through, it’s not like it’s a big deal. I can improvise on the spot.

The vibe just has to scream adultery, nothing too extreme.

…And by extreme, I mean—

For example, filming like we’re actually breaking up with Ji-ho.

Or something simpler…

Like that first time we filmed in a motel—

Keeping it a secret from Ji-ho.

No condom.

Finishing with really pleasurable sex…

Unlike last time, where you came all over me—

Never, never, never letting it spill where it shouldn’t…

Watching as it trickles out white and sticky,

Pooling thick before dripping down, soaking the sheets…

And then Woo-jin still not satisfied, pushing back in…

As long as it’s nothing that hardcore…

“Seol Da-bin?” “…Ah!”

Lost in thought, Woo-jin’s voice suddenly came from right above me.

“Looks like you’re exhausted this early. You sounded pretty tired on the phone a few days ago, too.” “…That’s not it. I was just trying to remember something. I wasn’t tired last time, either.” “Sure, maybe not now, but last time, exhaustion was dripping from your voice.” “That was just…”

Because I was slick with heat, post-period, and hadn’t slept all night—no, for a full day—rubbing myself raw.

Do you have any idea how hard it was hiding soaked panties from my mom?

That truth was something I wouldn’t admit even with a knife to my throat.

So instead, I nudged Woo-jin’s shin with my toe as he approached.

“…I stayed up late. Reading webtoons.” “Ah… Ha-yoon noona does that sometimes on holidays too.”

You two probably stayed up all night fucking like you did at the pension, huh, you lust-driven monster?

I buried that truth deep inside.

Instead, forcing myself to speak despite the embarrassment, I quickly shifted the topic.

“You asked earlier what I wanted, right?” “Yeah. It’d be smoother if I matched what you had in mind.” “……”

…What exactly did I tell Ji-ho yesterday?

Actually, in the last video… I told Seonsaeng-nim I loved him.

Actually, in the last video… I was the one grinding hard on him.

And last time—you know those kissing sounds?

The ones you said would turn you on, so Seonsaeng-nim muted the mic and faked them?

This time… was the first time we…

We actually kissed—for the mood.

I’d listed everything I thought would upset Ji-ho, but…

Far from getting angry, his Adam’s apple kept bobbing as he gulped, swallowing hard.

“What I want… is… um…”

Honestly, I did try to hold back—to not genuinely enjoy it too much.

Even the countless kisses Woo-jin and I had shared—I avoided them in front of the camera, afraid you might hate it.

But absurdly…

Because you got off on it like a pervert.

Because you even said you missed seeing it.

“…Should we go back to using names? Like last time.” “Last time?” “Yeah, when I admitted you might… still need a sex partner. And like how Baek Ji-ho asked…”

I also wanted…

After the sex partner talk, to show you—

The watered-down scenes could…

Go just a little further.

I repeat it.

“Sure, I agreed to the request. But before that, wasn’t it just because you got too worked up and slipped?” “…Aren’t you going to get crazy turned on while fucking me again anyway?” “……” “…Am I wrong? You are a total pervert.” “Hah…”

…The word fucking was deliberate, but—

Of course, trash like him wouldn’t react to something like that. His waistband stayed perfectly still.

Ji-ho, on the other hand, would’ve—

…No, forget him.

Glancing at Woo-jin’s unchanged pants, I smirked as he pressed his lips together, speechless.

Was he flustered? Entertained, I let a faint smile show as I continued.

“…Ji-ho would probably prefer this, so let’s practice for a bit.” “…Want to drop honorifics completely?” “Whatever’s comfortable. How about Noona Da-bin?” “That feels awkward too.” “Still better than just Da-bin-ah, right?” “…Ugh.” “…Still, I’d like some respect. I am a year older.” “Even with Ha-yoon, I barely use honorifics.” “Figures you’ve got zero manners. Never disappoints.” “…Honestly, do you want me to call you noona?” “Nah. On second thought, that’d be cringe. …And you casually using my first name fits Ji-ho’s taste better anyway.” “……” “Try easing into dropping honorifics, too.”

But I really shouldn’t laugh.

Acting like I’m happy being with Woo-jin would just give that pervert more ammunition.

I’m only filming this for Ji-ho’s sake.

…And maybe because it feels disgustingly good. So fine, I’ll reluctantly allow it.

It’s definitely not because I enjoy sex with Woo-jin…

…Absolutely not.

“…Seol Da-bin.” “…Nice.”

Normally, I might’ve snapped slightly.

But for now, I obediently accepted his call—

Then, stiffly,

Perched on the edge of the bed,

I looked up at him and spoke in my most detached tone.

“Enough about that. Next thing I want filmed…” “……” “…Is kissing you. So… um…” “……” “…Want to try it now? Just a quick practice…? Off-camera?”

I don’t know how he’ll take this.

But in my heart,

I meant it.