episode_0519

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“…Do we really need to practice kissing? It’s not like it’s my first time.”

“…….”

After a moment of thought, Seo Woojin let out a short sigh and answered like that.

Yeah. From his perspective, it must sound strange.

Practice kissing? Where do I even begin to unpack that?

Even if I had never kissed Seo Woojin before, as he said, there’s no real need to practice.

But the me on screen isn’t Baek Jiho—she’s a woman learning her first kiss from Seo Woojin.

She must be utterly inexperienced at this.

Rather than practicing now, it’d be more accurate to erase the scattered memories still lingering in my head.

If I thought about it simply, that’s how it was.

“It’s not my first time, but it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Especially with the past month spent filming stuff to show Baek Jiho…”

“Mmm…”

Sorry, but I knew it’d sound weird to him.

I had already prepared an explanation for this.

Of course, I had to take a break because of my period.

And right after it ended, I wanted to have sex, but Hayun went back home because of her sister.

Then, during the entire Christmas holiday, I just stared at Hayun’s newly changed KakaoTalk profile picture.

Like some kind of pervert.

What happened between the two of them?

What was Hayun doing before she wore that dress?

Imagining Seo Woojin—who wasn’t even in the photo—however I wanted.

Rubbing my swollen, red clit with my fingertips.

It’s an undeniable fact that I’ve been doing these kinds of things lately.

But it’s not because I secretly wanted to kiss you or anything ridiculous like that.

“Besides, I’m more skilled than expected… so Baek Jiho will probably enjoy imagining things however he wants.”

Because this is much more to Baek Jiho’s taste.

That’s the only reason.

“So you’ve done even more with me off-camera, huh? That’s how he’ll see it, won’t he?”

“…Ah. So that’s what you were getting at.”

“Of course. What other reason would there be?”

“Who knows.”

After hearing my answer, Seo Woojin exhaled with an odd laugh.

Finishing my explanation calmly, I got up from the bed.

Unlike me, who had been sitting at the edge of the bed the whole time, Seo Woojin was still standing.

This way was better than making him bend down for a kissing practice.

So I pretended to be indifferent.

Pretended to tolerate this unpleasant situation just for the sake of practice.

Adjusting my expression, I stood right in front of Seo Woojin.

“…Go ahead. Do whatever you want.”

Closing my eyes, tilting my chin up.

So Seo Woojin could use me however he pleased.

“…H-Hey, wait…”

“…….”

“You said kissing practice… so why are you… touching me…?”

“…….”

“Don’t tell me… just because there’s no camera…”

Just a little.

Seo Woojin does seem excited, but—

Luckily, in the video Baek Jiho will eventually see,

none of this will be included.

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…A kiss.

Do you really get rusty if you don’t do it for a long time?

The moment our lips part, Hah, hah—I struggle to catch my breath for a second.

Not long after, I press my lips against that trashy man’s again.

Far from the innocent pecks shared by couples sneaking kisses behind their parents’ backs.

Far from the playful, affectionate kisses exchanged by couples on the street.

Like he’s savoring the taste of me,

carving his mark into me.

A kiss meant solely for sex.

“Ngh… Mmph… Hah…”

The faint trace of mint.

Slowly being covered by the sweet, bitter scent of each other.

…Chocolate. Coffee. Chocolate.

Mixing together until I can’t even tell what the original scent was.

That idiot wraps his arms around my body—without permission—

and greedily explores my tongue, over and over, as if he’ll never get enough.

Honestly, I still don’t know how to move it properly, so all I can do is go limp and let him take over.

Touching. Tangling.

Mixing.

…This sensation, like my body is melting into that pervert.

It’s strange.

“Mmm… Hah… Ngh… Chu…”

The wet, lewd sound of our tongues sliding together.

That dizzying noise fills my ears, overwhelming me for a moment.

Before I know it, one of Seo Woojin’s hands has slipped inside my oversized hoodie.

Earlier, he just rubbed over my clothes where my nipples would be, and I pushed him away in embarrassment—but now, it seems he’s going straight for skin contact.

So I ball my hand into a fist and lightly thump his chest, “What the hell are you doing?”—but, of course, that stupid pervert doesn’t listen.

Ignoring my will entirely,

he pins the back of my head with one hand while kissing me.

Tap. Tap.

He tugs at my bra strap, loosening it, then pulls it down.

Dragging it uncomfortably out of place.

“…Huh?! Ngh… Hey, wait…”

All I can see is the fabric of my hoodie shifting unnaturally.

Inside it,

he starts fondling my nipple—

however he wants.

“Hah… Ngh… Stop… My nipple… enough…?!”

You said this was kissing practice.

How is this a kiss? It’s just the usual foreplay.

There’s so much I want to say, but all that comes out are ragged breaths.

So all I can do is weakly pound his chest and

stomp on his defenseless feet with all my might.

…But.

“…Ngh… Hah… Mm… Chu… Ngh…”

Even that gets completely ignored by that bastard.

In fact, just like earlier at the dining table, he steps on my foot to pin me down.

…Each time, an inexplicable shiver runs through me.

By the time his annoying teasing finally ends—

“Hah… Hah… You… bastard… Ngh… Hah…”

…My nipples have hardened like jelly,

so sensitive that my ears burn with shame.

I feel like I’ll die of embarrassment.

“Ngh… Hah… Ugh… Seriously… This feels… awful… Ngh…”

I try to reason with him calmly instead of panting, but—maybe because there’s proof? Or because my words are slurred? Or just because he’s turned on?—he doesn’t listen.

In fact, I’m starting to suspect he’s enjoying flicking my nipple with his fingertips, watching it bounce each time.

What kind of kissing practice is this?

This is just your usual foreplay.

The same thought keeps circling in my head, but the result is the same.

A man I’m not even dating violates my tongue,

leaving me gasping instead of speaking,

and all I can do is grab his hand over my clothes to try and stop him.

But of course, such half-hearted resistance isn’t enough to change Seo Woojin’s actions.

So I try something else.

Just a little.

“…….”

…Right now, this has already strayed far from kissing practice anyway.

And it’s not like what we’re doing is for the video meant for Baek Jiho.

Besides, Seo Woojin was the one who started acting out of line first, so I have every right.

“Huu…”

“…Hah…”

Seo Woojin breaks the kiss, a few silver threads snapping between us.

As he stares down at me like this is ridiculous, I gaze up at him blankly—

and start carefully stroking the half-hard bulge in his pants.

Even he can’t stay indifferent to this.

“…Seo Woojin. Why so quiet? Now that the tables are turned, you’re flustered?”

“I am flustered, but not because the tables turned… Hmm…”

“Then why?”

“…I was just surprised at how bad you are, I guess?”

“…….”

Even if effort and skill are two different things—

I never imagined he’d say something like that to my face.

“O-Of course I’m bad…! Unless you’re saying I sought you out on purpose, you’re the one who always called me over to fuck me…”

It’s natural I’d be bad, you bastard.

The women around you—Hayun, Jiyoon, your girlfriends—

they must’ve had mutual relationships, right?

They probably got better by actively pleasuring you too.

Your fuck buddies, like Seoyeon?

Same thing. You both just liked each other’s bodies and faces, so you were both proactive.

But I was always the one being called over…

I-I only learned how to use a dildo…

I never had a chance to properly learn how to pleasure someone…

“Last time, your blowjob was decent… but your hands are kind of a joke. Even kids younger than you wouldn’t do it like this.”

“…Sorry for being so bad. It’s not like I had anywhere to learn.”

“But you didn’t leave the impression of being completely hopeless. Maybe it’s because you were touching me over my clothes…”

“I’m just bad, okay…! It’s not like being good at this is something to brag about anyway…”

“…Ah, then how about this?”

“……?”

“I just had a good idea.”

Since you’ve never learned.

While I was pointlessly getting annoyed, Seo Woojin wiped his lips with the back of his hand—

then immediately put his idea into action.

“…….”

Click. Click.

Undoing his metal belt.

Pulling his pants down slightly.

Then, the pitch-black underwear beneath—

…Casually tugging it down.

“Practicing kissing is a good idea, but I think your boyfriend would like this even more.”

“…….”

“You, working hard to pleasure another man’s cock. How do you think he’d feel?”

“…….”

His half-hard length, not fully erect yet—

is now rubbing against my hand.

“Remember that time we showered together? …Covered in soap, kneeling, going all the way down to the base.”

“…W-Why are you bringing that up?”

“You weren’t bad, Seol Dabin. Not great, but decent enough that I had to move myself to finish.”

“…….”

“And when you rubbed me between your tits, they kept bouncing up and hitting my chin. …Perfect for making your boyfriend feel inferior, don’t you think?”

“…….”

“How about we do it properly this time?”

“…….”

“In the bathroom. With your phone recording.”

“…….”

Seo Woojin lays out his reasoning, point by point.

After listening quietly, I finally—

“…Fine.”

—nod in agreement.