episode_0543

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“…Keep a close eye out. If Mom comes out, I’m letting go immediately…”

“…I’m already watching. I have been.”

“Keep watching. Keep watching, no matter what.”

No matter how much the blanket was draped over them, if something beneath it was visibly moving up and down near Seo Woo-jin’s groin, suspicion was inevitable.

If this had happened while he was alone, the assumption would be that he was secretly masturbating.

But if he wasn’t alone—if there was someone else right beside him, close enough for their shoulders to touch—then the assumption would be that they were fooling around under the covers.

So, after sternly warning Woo-jin and getting his confirmation, I slowly slid my hand beneath the blanket.

─ “…In the European market, we’ve been steadily increasing our market share…”

Honestly, stroking Woo-jin’s dick wasn’t anything special.

We’d already had sex countless times—what was the big deal about just rubbing and touching it with my hand?

But the location made it different.

Whether it was Mom or Dad, either of them could step into the living room at any moment without it being strange.

Holding my breath, tense, the only sound in my ears now was the faint hum of the news Woo-jin had left playing—no more idle chatter.

…I wasn’t sure what it meant.

My attention span was short, and I didn’t care enough to figure it out.

“……”

“……”

Separate from the fear of what if Mom sees us like this and all hell breaks loose, making Woo-jin feel good wasn’t hard.

Just like when I touched myself—rubbing my fingers raw over the spots I knew would get me off—it was the same for men.

For Woo-jin, all it took was stimulating that nameless spot between the head and shaft with my fingers.

Running my fingertips over the head itself got a decent reaction too.

And when I gave him head, licking the frenulum made his cock twitch against the roof of my mouth in no time.

…Dragging my tongue firmly over the slit where precum and cum oozed out also worked well.

I didn’t know what Baek Ji-ho’s preferences were, but I had a rough idea of this man’s.

So, after a brief moment of fumbling with Woo-jin’s belt buckle—this thing, right?—I undid it.

Then, gripping the zipper of his pants, I pulled it down.

Next, his underwear, clinging tightly to his firm body—I tugged them down too.

“…K-keep watching properly. Don’t turn your head this way…”

“If I keep looking to the side, my neck’s gonna cramp.”

“Then deal with it yourself…!”

…Preparations to pleasure Woo-jin—

Done.

“Hurry up and… get this thing hard already…”

Gripping his still-soft length, I tapped the tip of his cock with my fingers, scolding it into arousal.

“Hold on. You know it’s not like I can just will it hard on command, right?”

“…You’re always rock-hard when we have sex, but now you’re making excuses…!”

…I knew this was normal, damn it.

It’s not like porn didn’t show this all the time—women helping men get hard.

Besides, if a guy could get fully erect from the slightest touch, daily life would be a nightmare.

So, despite my complaints, I didn’t actually snap at him further.

Instead, I clicked my tongue loud enough for him to hear.

“…Will this do?”

A few minutes ago, I had only been close enough to slightly wrinkle the blanket between us.

Now, I pressed even closer—shoulder to shoulder.

“…I said, will this do? Answer me.”

“What do you mean?”

“…Tch. You were staring at me like you wanted to lick me all over during dinner, and now you’re acting clueless…?”

This wasn’t just about Woo-jin.

It was the same with every guy around me.

That bald old man whose name I didn’t know. That hero who used to be famous but quit after starting a family. That classmate who kept trying to talk to me about things I didn’t care about. That college student sitting next to me on the subway…

Their gazes always lingered—here, and here.

“…You can touch me over my clothes.”

“……”

“…My chest and thighs. Touch them to get hard.”

This would be enough to stir Woo-jin’s breeding instincts in no time.

After a quick glance toward our parents’ room, I leaned back slightly on the couch, creating space.

“……”

Luckily, no long explanations were needed.

As soon as I made room, Woo-jin seemed to understand. He wrapped an arm around my waist, his hand wandering lower.

I pinched the back of his offending hand lightly, and only then did he comply—slowly, gently.

His fingers began kneading my breasts.

“……”

…Typical Woo-jin, his touch was lewd, but not unbearable.

Then again, during sex, it felt much better than this. And when I masturbated, I was too busy fucking myself with a dildo shaped like his dick to care.

Compared to that, his fingers gliding over my skin through my shirt were barely enough to make me whimper like when I touched myself.

This was…

…Well.

A light drizzle.

An unpleasant yet sweet drizzle I was willingly standing in.

That was the best way to describe it.

“…You really love breasts, huh…”

“Same way you love dicks. We’re just into what the other has.”

“I… don’t care about dicks or anything…”

The moment I denied it, my fingers traced the length of his cock, now slightly firmer.

It wasn’t fully hard yet, which was annoying, but still better than before.

So, reluctantly—

Literally reluctantly—

I let him grope my breasts while I kept glancing toward our parents’ room and stroking him.

“You loved it last time we had sex. Now you don’t care?”

“…Fingers are enough.”

“What about when you’re pounding me below the nail, just how you like it? Can’t do that with fingers, can you?”

“…Ngh, s-stop touching my stomach…! I’m already self-conscious about gaining weight there…!”

As his cock took on its usual grotesque shape, I moved my hand up and down.

From here to there—his thick head, about two knuckles wide—I rubbed it roughly with my thumb.

…Then, using the precum already leaking out as lube, I smeared it over my fingers.

Gripping the relatively thinner shaft between my thumb and forefinger, I stroked.

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

My fingers caught on the ridge of his head with each pass.

Adjusting my posture, I gripped him again.

Closer to Woo-jin now, pressed tight.

Even beneath the blanket,

every movement of my hand made his cock visibly rise and fall.

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

Stimulating Woo-jin’s cock like that—

“……….”

—was when it happened.

“…Nn… hhah…!”

…This was bad.

If I got turned on before Woo-jin did…

That couldn’t happen.

“…Ngh… haah…!”

“If your breathing gets too loud, tell me. I’ll turn up the TV volume.”

“…D-don’t worry about it. Just keep watching for—nngh—Mom like I told you…”

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I’ll… handle it myself…”

“…Well, if you say so…”

After relentlessly stroking that monstrous cock, I finally got it fully hard—

But in the process of pleasuring each other, I ended up getting worked up too…

…Damn it.

“……”

Swish, swish. While diligently stroking Woo-jin’s cock—

…I was under the blanket too.

And as a girl, I could move without it being obvious.

So, carefully, I slid my free hand down—

Beneath my pants.

Beneath my panties.

“…Hah… ngh…! Hngh…!”

“…Hahh…”

With Woo-jin’s hand gripping my breast tightly—

…And my own fingers frantically rubbing his throbbing cockhead—

I remembered the sensation of that grotesque thing pounding inside me, stretching my walls.

The way it rammed into the deepest, most forbidden places.

My clit.

Woo-jin’s rock-hard, blood-filled cock.

In the living room, now eerily silent—even the news had faded to white noise—

After relentless stimulation—

“…Seol Da-bin.”

“…Huh?”

“I can’t just cum on the blanket, can I?”

“……”

Called out on the most basic thing, I hesitated—

Then, as that pervert pinched my nipple, I answered.

“…I just brushed my teeth…”

“……”

“…What a pain…”

Using tissues or wipes was an option, but if the smell lingered, we’d be screwed.

Whether it was Dad or Mom, they’d definitely notice the scent of cum.

So the only solutions I could think of were—

Using tissues and sneaking them to my room to dispose of tomorrow without Mom noticing,

or—

“…Cum just enough that I can swallow it all.”

“What if it overflows?”

“…Then it’ll get on the couch and blanket, and we’ll get caught. Idiot.”

“…I wouldn’t mind that either.”

“Freak…”

Kneeling between Woo-jin’s legs right now—

Taking it all in my mouth and swallowing—

…Then brushing my teeth again.

Those were the only two options.

So—

“If you cum too much, I’ll squeeze it shut so you can’t. So control yourself before that happens.”

“…That’s kinda terrifying.”

Still under the blanket, I crawled between his legs and—

Kneeling politely—

Hahh…

Faced the cock I’d just been stroking furiously—

…And opened my mouth.

Taking nearly half of it in—

Ngh…! Mmmph—!

Following what Woo-jin had taught me—

Awkwardly using my tongue—

……Since we were under the blanket anyway,

I tried to sneak my fingers back into my panties to touch myself—

again, without this pervert noticing—

When—

“Oh my, you’re still awake?”

“……”

Mom’s voice from above the blanket.

Even as Woo-jin’s cock twitched against the roof of my mouth—

…Even as thick, sticky cum splurted inside—

I stayed silent.

Holding my breath.

“Ah, I’m still a bit tipsy… but since it’s so late, I thought I’d just watch the news until I pass out…”

Gulp, gulp. While desperately swallowing to avoid getting caught—

Woo-jin mentioned the news, and only then did I realize it was still playing faintly.

Along with my pounding heart, threatening to leap out of my throat.

If Mom saw this blanket now, no matter how thick it was, she’d notice something was off.

What’s that bulge? She’d definitely want to check underneath.

…But with my face buried in Woo-jin’s crotch—

Annoyed at the cock still twitching in my mouth—

I stayed silent.

“Did you need something, ma’am?”

“Oh, just getting some water. Heehee.”

Heehee my ass— The thought flashed through my mind, but there was nothing I could do.

In fact, I should be grateful.

If Mom had come for me, it would’ve been over.

So all I could do was—

At most—

“Do you need water too, Professor?”

“No, I’m fine. I just had some.”

“Oh, really?”

Listening to Mom’s voice fade toward the kitchen—

…While simultaneously feeling sudden pressure on top of my head—

This bastard’s pushing my head down into the blanket—!

I swallowed him deeper.

“Let me know if you need anything.”

“Yes, thank you for your concern.”

“Of course~”

Doing my absolute best not to make a sound—

Thud. The door closed.

“…Cough…! Hah… hah…!”

Woo-jin, looking down at me from under the slightly lifted blanket, was smiling like he’d just had the time of his life.

The same cock that had been thrusting down my throat moments ago—

Now pulled out, dripping with transparent, sticky saliva—

…Infuriating. Disgusting.

But I couldn’t deny the pleasure it brought during sex.

Glaring at him venomously—

“…Get lost. I’m going to brush my teeth…”

“Sorry. Your reactions were just too fun.”

“What if we’d gotten caught…?! Haaah…!”

All I could do was whisper-yell.

That was it.