episode_0540

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I step out after opening the door at my house.

I glance to the right.

I walk a few steps just like that.

This was all I had to do to drop by Baek Jiho’s house.

And there are many variations to it.

Sometimes, it’s because my mom is stingy and won’t turn on the AC. Other times, it’s because his mom asked me to help improve Jiho’s grades in exchange for allowance. And sometimes, it’s to scold him for playing YouTube too loudly and tell him to use earphones next time……

This time wasn’t particularly special either.

Today, it was to share some food my mom made with the neighbors.

Since we often receive food from his mom too.

You could say it’s just part of our daily routine.

Just… nothing particularly special.

The only slight difference from usual was—

“Hello, ma’am.”

“Oh, Dabin. What brings you…? Did you bring some side dishes?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Ah, thank you… But aren’t you cold? Your pants are so short.”

“No, I’m fine. Not really cold.”

—that today, I wasn’t here to share food made for the family.

I was here to share food made specifically for Seo Woojin.

Ignoring that one insignificant detail that didn’t even cross my mind, I smiled faintly and asked his mom:

“Where’s Jiho?”

“In his room, I guess? Why?”

“Ah, he said he’s leaving again tomorrow. Just wanted to see his face before he goes.”

“Alright. Come in for a bit. His dad’s in the living room watching a drama, so if you run into him, at least say hi.”

“Got it. Excuse me…”

If I were trying to be polite, I should’ve gone out of my way to greet him with a “Hello, sir.” But I’ve been doing this since I was little.

Besides, he must’ve heard me at the front door, so he’d definitely hear from his mom later that I was here.

Most importantly, I just wasn’t in the mood for it today, so I headed straight through the living room to Jiho’s room.

I couldn’t help it.

Lately—no, just a few days ago—Woojin told me, “You just want to help your pitiful childhood friend,” or something like that.

…Without any recording, of course, while stuffing my ears with words like “Break up with Baek Jiho.”

Then he went ahead and had sex without a condom, as if it were his right.

And just minutes ago, in front of his parents, he blatantly lied about having confessed to me before.

For days, he kept putting me in awkward situations.

So…

Naturally, I’d be more concerned about him…

“Haah…”

Not that I want to argue that Woojin was wrong.

I admit that the relationship between Jiho and me isn’t so much romantic as it is… a slightly advanced version of childhood friends.

To put it bluntly, it’s just “friendship,” and I know that.

Honestly, how could I even argue against it? It’s something I can feel in my bones.

So even if, after all the twists and turns, I ended up in a relationship with Jiho, I know full well that all I’d think about is Woojin, not Jiho in front of me.

But.

—Creak

“Hey, Jiho. What’re you up to?”

Honestly, I can’t really imagine myself cutting ties with Jiho.

No matter how much we’re just half-baked lovers bound by friendship,

it’s not like everything will always go your way, Woojin—

540

“……”

“……”

When something flies at me fast, my eyes close on their own.

When something hot touches my hand, I drop it before I even realize.

And if I get startled, of course I’d scream—

That’s what I vaguely thought.

“……”

“……”

But in reality, it wasn’t like that.

Both me, who was startled, and Dabin, who just walked in,

didn’t make a single sound.

“…Hey, Dabin. Uh, that…”

“I know. I can guess what it was… Don’t make a scene. Your mom might hear. …It’d be more annoying if she found out.”

“……Yeah.”

Even the earphone I had in only one ear to listen for my mom’s knocking—I quickly pulled it out.

Fumbling to fix the situation, I hurriedly yanked up my underwear with a short reply.

Because, well, before Dabin came in,

I was lying alone on my bed,

doing…

“……”

“Haah… Jiho…”

…my best.

At masturbating.

“You didn’t even open the window…”

“……”

“You know your room smells really weird right now, right?”

“……”

“…No, more importantly, you should’ve knocked before opening the door… Stupid…”

Of all things, the video I was using was one of the many netorase videos Dabin had sent me.

And with it still playing on my phone screen,

the fact that the very person in it was now standing right next to me was mortifying.

First, I frantically turned off the video.

But that didn’t erase what just happened.

If anything, it probably made it even more vivid.

Knowing that full well, it took me less than a second to decide what to say first.

“……Sorry.”

“What’re you sorry for? This is your room. If anything, it’s my fault for not knocking.”

“No, it’s… uh…”

No.

I’m really sorry.

It’s all my fault.

You didn’t do anything wrong.

Words along those lines churned in my mouth, but none made it out.

If I were to dig into my petty feelings, I did resent Dabin a tiny bit for not knocking.

And if I were to dress it up as an excuse, I didn’t want to look even more pathetic by groveling when she said it was fine.

Plus, judging by Dabin’s tone… should I say she seemed to pity me?

Either way, she seemed a little annoyed.

So I had no choice.

Especially since I’ve been asking Dabin for netorase stuff for a whole month now…

It’s better to avoid anything that might upset her.

So I moved my phone—the one with that embarrassing video—out of sight and desperately tried to change the subject.

“Uh, anyway. What’d you come for?”

“You’re leaving again tomorrow. Just came to see your face.”

“Ah. To see my face…”

“……”

“…So you came to see my face. Hmm…”

“……”

But it still wasn’t working.

Not that I expected it to, but it was even harder than I thought.

Then again, it’s not surprising.

Just moments ago, I was jerking off to the first video Dabin sent me—the one where she clumsily sucked another guy’s dick for the first time in a motel, even losing her virginity. How could I focus on a conversation like this?

And even though I didn’t scream when startled, my heart was still pounding loudly from the mix of shock and lingering excitement.

In this state, I couldn’t focus on anything, let alone a conversation.

Just as I started racking my brain for what to say to Dabin—

“…Were you masturbating? To my video?”

“……”

A question with no escape route.

So I sat on the bed and quietly nodded.

“That’s a relief. At least you can still get hard for videos that match your taste, huh?”

“……”

“Even though you always say ‘next time’ when I suggest doing it.”

I had nothing to say.

No, there wasn’t a single thing I could say.

Before I first asked for netorase sex, Dabin put in a lot of effort—and I, who received all of it, knew that best.

Even if it seemed like Dabin had started cheating with Seo Woojin at some point,

pretending all that effort never existed…

Even I’d look like a fucking idiot.

With nothing to say—

“…Anyway, which one were you watching?”

“Huh?”

“There are several kinds. Which one were you jerking off to?”

“…No, that’s, uh…”

“The one we filmed at the teacher’s place? Or the first time I had sex with the teacher?”

“……”

Again.

I clenched my mouth shut, rolling my eyes before reluctantly nodding.

“…At least you’re using it as intended. Not sure if that’s a good thing, though…”

“…S-sorry. Because of me, you’re just…”

“Enough. Isn’t this your kink?”

Saying that, Dabin casually sat next to me.

The delicious smell of meat was probably from dinner.

The strangely sweet, slightly intoxicating scent was likely…

“Actually, I should be the one apologizing. This time, I bragged about filming it like a real affair with the teacher, but I didn’t get anything.”

“…Really?”

“Yeah. Totally my fault.”

Wine.

“Next time, I’ll make sure to film it properly with the teacher. Doing the same thing over and over would get boring.”

“…Thanks… No, uh…”

…Did something good happen with your family?

Or did someone give you a gift?

If it was a gift, who was it from?

Amidst the random thoughts, Dabin’s voice kept reaching me.

“Jiho.”

“…What?”

This time, her voice was softer than before.

“You were jerking off so hard to my video… Aren’t you curious about anything?”

“Curious…? About what…”

“What the teacher and I did for over six hours the day after Christmas. Most people would wonder, right?”

“…S-sex, right? Netorase sex…”

Ah, that incident.

The one where the teacher refused to film it, saying it’d be hotter if I didn’t see it…

But like Dabin said…

I am curious…

“…Teacher Woojin’s way bigger than me, and he’s really good at sex, right…”

“Of course we had a lot of sex, but… Hmm…… …You weren’t there, so you didn’t see it, right?”

“…No, I didn’t…”

“Then, want me to tell you what we did? Even if it’s just in words?”

“……”

I wanted to say “Yes!” immediately, but I held back.

Begging to hear my girlfriend’s netorase sex story? Even I’d think that’s fucking pathetic.

“……”

“……”

But after five, ten seconds like this…

If I hesitantly nodded now…

Would it be okay?

“…I-I do wanna hear…”

“……”

“Ah, but if you don’t feel like talking halfway…! You can just stop…!”

My hesitation was short.

And because it was short, my answer was embarrassingly straightforward. I quickly added more.

If she didn’t feel like it, she could stop right there.

That should ease Dabin’s burden a little.

So with that answer, and with my dick—nowhere near as big as the teacher’s in the video—fully hard inside the hastily pulled-up underwear…

“We did it raw.”

“……”

“No condom. Raw. With the teacher.”

Unverifiable.

Just words.

But given the nature of those words,

they made me doubt my ears.

Whispering something so bizarre.

“And then the teacher got so excited…”

“……”

“He said, ‘If we keep going, we’ll have to delete the video again,’ and tried to stop, but…”

“……”

“…He just shoved it in, thrust, thrust, thrust, like he was telling me to shut up, pounding my cervix until…”

“……”

“…In the end, he… came inside me… several times… forcibly…”

“……”

Of all things, the word I was most concerned about—

“…Got creampied?”

“……”

—she said playfully.

“…Wait, what? …Did you actually cum?”

“……”

“Without even touching yourself?”

Right in the middle of my underwear.

The part that was stiff and wet.

Got caught by Dabin.

“Haah…”

After a brief silence, she left the room with just one short remark, leaving me blinking blankly for a while.

“……”

Without even explaining why.

She just told me to stay awake until dawn.

But still, a long time ago—

A memory of the three of us drinking together came to mind.