episode_0520

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“I’ll turn on the recording now. The video will start a little later.”

“…….”

…Every time I see it, I can’t help but think.

It’s disgustingly big.

That thing.

“Then I’ll just put the phone here for now…”

Based on my experience, that size isn’t even fully hard yet.

At most, it’s just slightly stiff, not even fully parallel to the floor.

To exaggerate a bit, it’s about the size of my forearm… maybe slightly smaller.

It’s proudly flaunting a length that’s roughly the span of a comfortably stretched hand.

“…Hmm, so what should we talk about first…?”

Seo Woojin’s impressive cock, thick veins bulging prominently.

On the other hand, the one time I saw Baek Jiho’s…

…….

….

“Ah, did you really come here wearing just that hoodie?”

“…What’s wrong with that? Can’t I dress comfortably?”

“It’s snowing outside. Weren’t you cold?”

“It’s warmer than it looks. It’s fleece-lined. And pretty thick too.”

I thought his movements were a bit sluggish, but before I knew it, Seo Woojin had already stripped completely.

Following his lead, I stepped into the bathroom, one arm hugging my chest.

…If it was going to be like this, wasn’t it pointless for me to ask earlier if we should shower first? Whatever. It’s fine.

Who could’ve predicted this? It’s not like I can see the future.

So, with just a slight frown, I closed the door and approached him without much resistance.

Before entering the bathroom, while undressing, Seo Woojin had said:

Since I just finished talking to my boyfriend, outright lying would be impossible… but secretly recording without him knowing might not be a bad idea.

…I don’t really get it, but apparently, recording and filming give off completely different vibes.

From a listener’s perspective, audio recordings feel much more vivid, or so I’ve heard…

And it doesn’t seem entirely wrong, so…

That’s why I nodded vaguely at Seo Woojin’s suggestion, which is why the phone is now placed over there.

But since this was decided on the spot, I’m still not sure what exactly to record.

Would it be okay to capture us acting close… or something like that?

…Hmm…

Lost in thought, I soon found myself inside the shower stall.

Ssshhh— The stream of water pouring over Seo Woojin’s hand was already at a pleasantly warm temperature.

I hadn’t prepared for this, but coincidentally, I had my hair tied back as usual.

So as long as we’re both careful, my hair shouldn’t get wet.

Poking Seo Woojin with my free hand (the one not covering my chest), I whispered:

“…Should we just get straight to it?”

Acting like a girlfriend is a little embarrassing.

Besides, what we talked about earlier—the titty-fucking—doesn’t require any grand preparations.

All we need is some soap lather between my breasts, and we can start right away.

“Hmm. I appreciate you taking the initiative, but I’d rather take things slow, starting with something easier.”

“…Something easier? Like what?”

“Girlfriends don’t usually start by squeezing out cum with their tits right after getting together. Even if the order is reversed sometimes.”

“D-Dating… …Ugh…”

It’s not like we’re actually dating—it’s just an act.

Instead of voicing my thoughts clearly, I glared at him pointedly.

Seo Woojin knows full well that our relationship isn’t genuine.

That comment was just to make sure the phone picked it up.

And to mess with me, to make me flustered.

Getting worked up over it would be the weird thing.

“…Fine. Let’s just do it. Starting from difficulty level one, nice and slow.”

…Thankfully, since I’ve done this before, I don’t feel too repulsed.

Remember when we filmed that video in the motel? Baek Jiho asked me to play the awkward girlfriend role back then too.

Of course, both Seo Woojin and I were so awkward we could’ve died, and it ended up a mess halfway through…

But the second time should be better. It’s not my first rodeo anymore.

Anyway, I get what Seo Woojin’s trying to do.

Honestly, playing along with this pervert’s whims—even if it overlaps with my own goals—isn’t exactly pleasant.

…But I’m not stupid enough to miss the subtle power dynamic here.

And Baek Jiho will definitely get off on this recording.

So, after biting my lip, I finally spoke up.

“…What should we start with? Woojin… ah.”

“You’re using casual speech now?”

“That’s how I usually talk with Baek Jiho. …But right now, you’re my boyfrie—nd, right? Does it feel awkward? Do you hate it?”

“No. It actually feels like we’ve gotten closer, so I kinda like it.”

“…….”

“You asked what we should start with—don’t overthink it. Just do what you’d normally do.”

“Normally… Sorry, but I usually shower alone? Me?”

You’re the type to grope Hayun and Jiyun all over while showering, aren’t you?

But aside from my dad when I was little, I’ve never showered with another man before.

“Then why not try something you’ve wanted to do with Baek Jiho? With me.”

“…Something I’ve wanted to do.”

“Yeah. Just relax. Pretend I’m really your boyfriend.”

“…….”

That kind of response left me speechless.

But the thing is, there’s nothing in particular I’ve wanted to do with Baek Jiho either.

After a moment of hesitation, I glanced at the storage shelf in the bathroom and asked:

“…Hey, do you have a spare toothbrush?”

“Probably. I bought a bunch a while ago.”

Against all odds, he actually had one.

Seo Woojin stepped out of the shower stall, pulled a toothbrush from the cluttered shelf, and handed it to me.

It wasn’t anything fancy—just a cheap convenience-store toothbrush.

And what can you do with a cheap toothbrush?

Even a kid would know.

“But why a toothbrush? Are you gonna brush your teeth?”

“Obviously. …Is that weird?”

“…Is this something you wanted to do with Baek Jiho?”

“Yeah. Since we’re at it, you should brush too. When we kissed earlier, I could taste coffee mixed with toothpaste.”

“…You’ve got some strange items on your bucket list.”

Brushing teeth.

After spotting a half-used tube of toothpaste by the sink, I squeezed some onto the brush and started scrubbing my molars.

Seo Woojin, who had been staring at me like I’d lost my mind, soon joined me, standing close as he brushed his own teeth.

“…….”

“…….”

In one corner of the mirror, I stood bare-skinned, barely covering my chest.

In the other, Seo Woojin stood completely naked, completely at ease.

If we had spent the night together,

fallen asleep naturally,

woken up to someone’s alarm,

and stumbled into the bathroom, picking up our toothbrushes while grumbling…

Wouldn’t it have felt like this?

That’s the kind of thought that crossed my mind.

“Ptooey. So this was your dream…”

“…Not a dream. You’re the one who told me to do whatever I wanted.”

“Your tastes are surprisingly simple. Wouldn’t have guessed it from your looks.”

“W-Well, what’s it to you? I know it doesn’t suit me, okay?”

But the truth was the exact opposite.

Now that we’d finished brushing, it was time to get down to business.

Or rather, time to learn how to please a boyfriend with these inconveniently large breasts.

So, after growling at Seo Woojin, I rinsed my toothbrush and stepped back into the shower stall.

“We didn’t get anything useful for the recording. I was hoping to capture some sounds of us touching each other.”

“…Shut up. Just tell me where the body wash is.”

“Third shelf on the left. The white one.”

Warm water. A shower towel.

With just these basics, I squeezed out a generous amount of body wash—way too much—and started lathering it between my hands until it fizzed.

I wasn’t planning to cover my whole body—just the space between my breasts—but I went overboard anyway.

After shutting off the now-unnecessary warm water…

Click.

The shower stall, now unworthy of its name,

became the stage for a recording that had clearly switched from audio to video,

as Seo Woojin shamelessly held up his phone.

Kneeling right at his feet,

directly beneath the phone,

I meticulously coated the space between my breasts with soap lather,

leaving no spot untouched.

“…Bathroom slippers. I’ll borrow them again, like last time.”

There was no issue with wrapping my breasts around him.

Pressing tightly from both sides?

Sliding up and down?

Everything worked smoothly.

“…Don’t try to push in from below. Just go straight in.”

“…….”

“Yeah, like that.”

His now fully hard cock thumped against my chest.

“…I still can’t take it all the way in.”

“…Dumbass, of course not. It’s gonna stick out like this…”

Thump, thump.

The flushed, swollen head of his cock peeked out from the soapy mess,

and I began the titty-fuck.

“…Ugh… It’s slippery…”

The strange sensation of something so hot and long buried between my breasts—something I’d never normally feel.

Moving carefully, hyper-aware of every unfamiliar sensation (one I’d never need to know if not for Seo Woojin).

The tip, jutting out from between my breasts,

dragged shiveringly along the entrance of my cleavage,

then all the way up to my chin.

With the soap lather now smeared haphazardly,

I let it grind against my chest,

pushing up forcefully.

Again, the now fully erect head disappeared between my breasts,

then threatened to poke my chin once more,

stomping over where my heart should be before twitching free.

“Seol Dabin, hold still. …Stay like that.”

“…….”

This time, he pressed my breasts together tightly, keeping me in place.

Before I could ask why, Seo Woojin rested a hand on my head—like he was petting me—

still filming with his phone.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Even as his hips slammed into me,

all that moved was the soft flesh of my breasts,

letting me be used like an onahole,

motionless.

“Haaah…”

…In that brief moment, the lather had already started wearing thin, making the friction noticeable.

Eyes lowered,

I spat out a bit of saliva,

adding to the slickness,

and stayed still.

Maybe because of that, his cock—now clearly visible, no longer buried in soap—

locked eyes with me repeatedly,

as I remained motionless.

Letting Seo Woojin pet me while obediently offering up my breasts,

I suddenly realized something was off and asked:

“…Weren’t you supposed to be teaching me? Why are you moving again?”

He did this last time too.

Told me to try titty-fucking, then got impatient and started thrusting himself.

What’s the point of “practice” if it ends like this? This is just filming material for Baek Jiho.

Not that it’s a huge problem, but…

This is a rare opportunity.

A chance to call out Seo Woojin’s stupidity.

So I asked in a deliberately disdainful tone—only for Seo Woojin, still filming, to reply:

“Can I bring that up?”

“…What? Bring up what?”

“Why are you moving again?”

“…….”

“Baek Jiho doesn’t know, right?”

…Wait, have I ever sent Baek Jiho a video of me titty-fucking?

…No, I must have at least once.

Squeezing out cum with my breasts after sex isn’t that special, so there’s no way I haven’t done it.

From summer break until now—

December 26th.

There’s no way I never… but

was it in any of the videos I sent Baek Jiho?

Or was it just something Seo Woojin and I did in secret?

I can’t remember.

“That time, we did it secretly in the bathroom too… Did you tell him?”

“…….”

The only thing I remember clearly is…

One time, before Baek Jiho and I ever talked about netorare, when Seo Woojin would call me out daily.

Back when he’d fuck me however he wanted.

So, frozen in place, I couldn’t respond—

“…It felt good back then, though.”

“…….”

Seo Woojin pushed his cock all the way between my breasts again,

holding his breath like he was close, then continued:

“Mid-November, right? That was the first time we showered together.”

“…….”

…Right.

October, November.

Around then.

Long before Baek Jiho asked for netorare in early December.

So what’s being captured in this recording now is…

something Baek Jiho never knew about.

Or only suspected.

A secret.

“It’s December, idiot. Mid-December.”

“…Ah, was the first netorare request early December? …Why does it feel so long ago?”

“That’s what you’re confused about? How do you even—?!”

“It’s only been a month, but it feels like half a year.”

“…Stop talking nonsense. Seriously.”

I forced out the words, trying to cover up the secret.

Accidentally slipping back into polite speech.

Seo Woojin, smiling like he was enjoying this,

hummed lightly,

playing along with my lie.

“It’s only been three, four weeks… How’s your sense of time so…?”

“Sorry. Finals and Christmas kept me busy… Haaah… Really busy, I guess.”

The truth is, I know it was November.

And Seo Woojin knows too.

…Even as his twitching cock

thrust, thrust,

buried itself between my soap-slicked breasts.

“…First titty-fuck was mid-December, right? Does your boyfriend know?”

“…….”

“We never filmed that, did we?”

But the one thing that can never be explained

is still left hanging.

“…T-Titty-fucking’s no big deal. It’s fine.”

“…Well, it’s not like we secretly had raw sex or anything.”

“…….”

“Or came inside without protection, right?”

Even staying still, the suspicion grows,

deliberately stoked.

“…Haaah.”

“…Ngh, wait… If you’re gonna cum, at least warn me…”

As my face stiffened in panic,

he splattered his load

all over me.

“…Oops, did it get in your eyes?”

“It didn’t, but… ……Hold on, put the camera down for a sec…”

…I’m in serious trouble here.

Meanwhile, he’s just excited from dancing on the edge of danger.

Thicker, hotter than usual,

Splurt.

Throb.

Throb.

Pulsing through his shaft,

enough for me to feel it.