episode_0522

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Childhood friends.

By definition, it’s a term without a single flaw.

A relationship that began even before elementary school.

A bond spanning twenty years, living right next door to each other.

Our parents were so close that we interacted almost daily.

Exchanging homemade dishes so often that our refrigerators ended up stocked with nearly identical side dishes.

If this isn’t what you’d call childhood friends, then what is?

So it’s not like I dislike the term or anything—it’s just what Seo Woo-jin called us.

“Here. A towel.”

“…….”

Baek Ji-ho and I are childhood friends.

…But we’re also dating.

“Why are you spacing out?”

“…Ah, thanks.”

Maybe it was because of what just happened, but Woo-jin’s speech had slipped into something more casual.

Taking the white towel from him, I pressed it firmly against my freshly washed face.

If I thought about it calmly, this situation might actually align perfectly with Baek Ji-ho’s tastes.

That idiot outright asked me—his girlfriend—to act like I was genuinely cheating on him with Seo Woo-jin.

I don’t know where his line is, but he might even misinterpret my earlier slip-up as part of “that concept” and be happy about it.

If I’m really worried, I can just let Woo-jin keep the video like we originally decided.

So I don’t need to dwell on what just happened too much.

The problem isn’t Baek Ji-ho.

It’s the fact that I followed Woo-jin’s command to call Ji-ho my “childhood friend.”

The way I belittled Woo-jin’s half-hard cock, still pressed against my lower stomach, as if it were some pitiful thing.

And instead of feeling guilty,

I found myself agreeing with Woo-jin’s claim about being a “boyfriend.”

I’m the problem.

“Once you’re done drying off, just toss the towel over there on the table.”

Having nothing much to dry himself, Woo-jin quickly wiped his lower body before heading to the kitchen.

Given his usual habits, he was probably going for a glass of water.

Glancing at his retreating figure, I let out a quiet sigh into the towel.

……Honestly, to some extent, I’d been convinced.

Not 100%, but just… to some degree.

Normally, I’d let such words go in one ear and out the other… but maybe it’s because I’ve been a little disappointed in Ji-ho lately.

No matter how you look at it, shouldn’t a boyfriend openly show jealousy like Woo-jin just did?

But instead, he asked me to make it look like I was seriously cheating on him with Woo-jin…

I wonder how things would’ve turned out if I hadn’t had twenty years of childhood friendship tying me to him.

…Obviously, we would’ve broken up long ago.

Am I even really in love with Baek Ji-ho?

Or am I just dating him out of obligation?

It’s only natural to start questioning things a little.

“…….”

On the other hand, Seo Woo-jin—though he’s that perverted bastard who even went after Seo-yeon sunbae—

…was genuinely lusting after me…

Compared to Ji-ho, who asked me to get fucked by someone else,

isn’t this side at least a little more normal?

“Here, water.”

Hearing his voice, I lowered the towel to see Woo-jin holding a cold glass of water.

Beyond it, his moderately toned muscles and his cock—now slightly less rigid than it had been in the bathroom.

…Even if it had softened a bit, the veins were still prominent.

And despite that, it was still incomparably larger than Ji-ho’s.

With so many pretty people around, does he really want to fuck someone like me that badly…? The thought was fleeting.

Placing the towel over my chest with one hand, I accepted his gesture with the other.

“…Thanks.”

I wasn’t particularly thirsty. I just took it to acknowledge his kindness.

As I took a small sip,

“…….”

Maybe because I’d been lost in thought,

or maybe because that idiot pervert had left me alone for days,

a tiny spark of curiosity flared up.

Taking one more sip,

I moved my hand.

“…….”

It wasn’t anything major.

Just a slight shift of my fingers, letting the towel draped over me slip.

So that the corner covering my chest—my nipple—dropped limply.

…Exposing one of my breasts.

But at this point, I was past feeling embarrassed about being naked in front of Woo-jin.

So I just kept sipping the cold water, unfazed.

“…Move aside so I can put the glass down.”

…Ah, there it is—

I thought to myself,

glancing down at Woo-jin’s cock, which was gradually stiffening again from just this.

With a strange mix of emotions,

I kept drinking the water.

“I said move. I can’t get past you like this.”

…This pervert really does love my body.

Reaffirming something I’d known for half a year, I playfully nudged Woo-jin’s body with the towel in hand.

In doing so, the other side of the towel slipped, fully exposing my other breast—but of course, I didn’t care.

After all the time we’d spent together, even being naked in the bathroom earlier, there was nothing left to be shy about.

The only slightly embarrassing thing was how hard my nipples were getting during this trivial conversation…

But that wasn’t too obvious.

If anything, to distract from it, I pushed against Woo-jin’s body even more insistently.

“…Ah….”

“I’ll put this away. Go wait on the bed.”

“…Ah, thanks.”

After all that, I thought he’d either get annoyed or just grab my wrist and pin me down right there—

But Woo-jin just spoke calmly and took the glass.

Not that I’d done it to get fucked by him—it was just idle curiosity—

But this didn’t feel like the dynamic between fuck buddies.

It was more like…

Hmm,

a ticklish… feeling?

Now that I thought about it, maybe I was just embarrassed by what I’d done.

As tangled thoughts spun in my head,

I obediently moved to the bed as told.

Since I was heading there anyway, I grabbed Woo-jin’s phone from the table.

I briefly considered unlocking it to see how many sex partners he really had, but unfortunately, I didn’t know the password.

All I could do was set it up on the tripod for recording.

Then, as usual, I nervously pulled open the bedside drawer.

Because of course, we needed condoms—

“…….”

But for some reason, the number inside had noticeably dwindled since last time.

Even if “dwindled” was relative given how many there had been, the remaining amount was still more than enough…

…But the fact that there were fewer meant he’d used them with someone else.

Maybe with Ha-yoon’s younger sister, who’d visited his place before.

Or maybe during that hot spring trip when they went as a trio, and he’d taken some just in case.

“What are you doing over there?”

“…Ah, Woo-jin.”

In that short time, it felt like twenty whole packs had vanished.

Even for Woo-jin, that’s a lot.

…So he really is a pervert who’ll fuck any pretty girl, huh?

Well, given his nature, it’s not surprising.

“…Just curious. How much have you been at it?”

“At what?”

“Seems like you’ve been having plenty of fun while I was out of commission. The stash shrank a lot.”

As I pointed into the drawer with a fingertip, Woo-jin strode over to me.

Since he was close, I playfully tapped his leg with my foot and asked,

“Did you use them with Ha-yoon’s little sister last time?”

“Yeah. And other girls on other days.”

“Hmmm… Other girls, like the student council president… Ah, I should just call her Seo-yeon sunbae now.”

“With her, we mostly go raw. She insists on it.”

“…That sunbae’s private life is something else.”

Could it be she wants to get pregnant?

Or does she just prefer the feeling of bare skin?

I stifled a disbelieving laugh.

The former was hard to understand, but the latter made sense.

A few weeks ago, when Woo-jin and I had sex without a condom in that motel, the difference was staggering—so good that, against my will, I’d gushed embarrassingly.

“…….”

…Without contraception, there were a lot of things to worry about,

but purely in terms of pleasure…

Honestly.

I also.

Wanted that thing right next to me to reach deep inside—

…Where my childhood friend would never, ever touch.

Without any rubber barrier,

pounding recklessly,

scraping against oversensitive walls before pulling out.

It was so unbelievably good that…

I’d wanted to do it again someday.

“So with Seo-yeon sunbae…”

“If it’s near her ovulation, I finish outside. If she says it’s fine, sometimes inside.”

“…Outside…”

“…….”

“B-But pulling out isn’t completely safe…”

“She says it isn’t, but who knows. We’ve been doing it like this for over half a year.”

“…Over half a year, and she still hasn’t gotten pregnant?”

“That’s why Baek Seo-yeon goes all out with cleanup blowjobs then. Normally, she whines about the taste and smell and avoids it.”

“But that’s only if you do it multiple times. If you just hold her hips and pump load after load straight into her womb…”

“She’d get pregnant.”

“…….”

“Obviously, right?”

But today… I’m… on a risky day.

Since it’s for the video Ji-ho wants to see, we can’t go raw like at the motel…

“By the way, Seol Da-bin. Why do you keep asking?”

“…….”

We can’t.

“…Just curious.”

“…Really?”

“You’ve been going raw every day, yet she never got pregnant…”

“…Maybe you’re shooting blanks.”

“Don’t kill the mood with that crap.”

We absolutely can’t.

Memories started prickling at my mind.

Woo-jin’s bare cock—all the way in.

Grinding deep as if branding me,

without even thrusting,

without his usual crude words,

just pressing in hard before pulling out.

My mind—

shattered.

…Baek Ji-ho.

My childhood friend who asked me to “act like I was seriously cheating on him.”

That absurd request.

Seo-yeon sunbae, whom I saw at Woo-jin’s place.

Seo-yeon sunbae, whom I ran into in the infirmary.

…Seo-yeon sunbae, who never even considered using condoms.

Always looking like she was in love.

I swear it wasn’t out of curiosity—

but because of all that,

I carefully lowered my voice.

“…Anyway, I thought you might want to go bare.”

“….”

“Since your childhood friend made such a stupid request, it’d be an easy excuse…”

“….”

“Seol Da-bin, you loved it last time at the motel, didn’t you?”

“….”

…Everything I’d planned to say,

Woo-jin had already laid out plainly.

Now, having missed my chance to snap back,

I just stayed silent.

Silent.

Killing time,

letting my flushed face speak for me,

until—

“Seol Da-bin.”

“….”

As Woo-jin took the condom I’d set aside and put it back in the drawer,

I couldn’t say a word.

“…Fine. You being your usual ridiculous self is whatever.”

“….”

“But I don’t want to show this to your childhood friend.”

“….”

“I want it to stay between us. What happens here today.”

“….”

“Do you really have to show him? …That idiot childhood friend of yours?”

In the end, all I could do was—

“….”

Not nod.

…Not even shake my head.

That was all.