episode_0545

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Aha.

So it wasn’t because you, Seol Da-bin, wanted to, but because your childhood friend Baek Ji-ho liked it.

You’re doing it again this time, huh?

It’s such a convenient excuse, the easiest way to slip out. That’s why it’s the method you use every day.

…Just off the top of my head, four times— no, enough to fill one hand, I think.

Well, I more or less know what’s going through your head when you say those things.

But.

“…You mean it?”

“Y-you think I mean it? You know, don’t you? I only said it to rile up Baek Ji-ho… Yeah. Just deliberately…”

“…….”

…As I thought.

I don’t like it.

545

The preparations were more or less complete.

After finishing my rambling explanation, I quietly wet my lips, the last remnants of tension still clinging to me.

Trying not to show that I was nervous—just enough to be barely noticeable. Secretly.

I couldn’t confirm whether Baek Ji-ho was fully awake beyond the wall, but he was probably struggling to stay awake.

Or maybe he was so on edge that even the slightest noise would wake him.

I made it so obvious that something would happen this early morning—there’s no way he didn’t pick up on it at all, right?

He’s not a complete idiot, is he?

And as for seducing Seo Woo-jin right in front of him…, …as expected, it was easy.

Of course it was. That guy would jump into a pit of fire if you promised him even a moment of unrestricted groping as a reward.

And when you sweeten the deal by offering se…x on top of that? Handling this pervert is child’s play.

So now, all that’s left is—

“…….”

—to messily tangle my body with the man in front of me.

Just one thing.

Just as I was about to say something to get it started—

“…Ah, …wait….”

“Why? Didn’t you call me here to do it right away?”

“…No. It’s just… you suddenly got close, so I was surprised….”

Unlike before, when he had been wearing a faint smile, Seo Woo-jin now had an oddly indifferent expression.

He pressed down on the bed with his knee, climbing onto it.

Then, without hesitation, he closed the distance until his shadow loomed over me.

Without thinking, I tried to push him away, but then—

—remembering the wall behind me—

—I let the strength drain from my arms.

“I can do whatever I want?”

“…Go ahead. When have I ever told you not to?”

“I did try to hold back, for what it’s worth. Well, whatever.”

“…….”

…If we keep our voices at this level, will Baek Ji-ho hear us through the wall?

For a brief moment, I recalled the times when, as kids, Baek Ji-ho and I would chatter away with just a wall between us.

Now that I’d relaxed my arms, there was nothing left to stop Woo-jin.

Naturally, he reached out toward me even more boldly.

His first target was none other than my chest.

Since I’d already anticipated it, I wasn’t the slightest bit flustered.

…But precisely because I wasn’t flustered, I had no choice but to—

—feel every single one of Woo-jin’s movements in excruciating detail, whether I wanted to or not.

“…Earlier, when you ran your hands over me, I could tell you were wearing a bra. But now it’s off, huh?”

“Back then, my parents were still awake, but now they’re asleep… and… well, since we’re about to have sex, I took it off.”

“I know. I was just saying—it’s a shame I didn’t get to take it off myself.”

“…What’s the big deal…?”

The soft T-shirt I usually wore as pajamas.

Woo-jin’s large hand pressed against the single layer covering my chest.

Not in a greedy, vulgar way, but rather—

—with surprising care, as if handling the delicate skin of a newborn.

Then, just below the collarbone, his fingertips slowly traced downward along this inconvenient mass of fat.

First, the upper chest.

Then a little lower.

Lower still.

All the way down.

No matter how many times it happens, I can never get used to having someone else touch my body. Even though I knew exactly what was coming, I still tensed up slightly—some kind of instinct, I suppose.

But Woo-jin, now even closer than before, paid no attention to my reaction and kept his hands busy.

Pressing down on the loose T-shirt that usually hid my figure.

Or, despite that, slowly dragging his thumb over the swell of my chest.

That kind of thing.

Of course. Typical Woo-jin—nothing but perverted antics.

What would it have been like if it were Baek Ji-ho? I couldn’t help but wonder.

If it were him, the moment I flinched even slightly, he’d fuss over me, asking if I was okay.

But this pervert just keeps rubbing my chest with his fingers…

…Any other girl would probably hate this, wouldn’t they?

Even as I thought that, another idea flitted through my mind.

“…….”

Rather than annoyingly reacting to every little thing—

—being preoccupied with acting however he wants, like Woo-jin is now—

—separate from how perverted it is—

—if asked whether it feels good…

…I might say…

…it does.

“……Ngh….”

“Huu….”

While idly speculating about how other girls might feel, I suddenly realized he was now cupping my chest with his hands, as if gripping it.

Then, with a quiet exhale, Woo-jin tightened his hold.

Having drawn even closer to me, he began kneading my chest without a word.

But contrary to my expectations, it didn’t feel vulgar.

At most, it was just the light brush of his fingertips—less vulgar and more ticklish.

I’d assumed he’d grope me roughly, but this gentler approach was unexpectedly fresh.

Not that he’s never been like this before… but nine times out of ten, he’d act like he was proud of lusting after my body, putting all his strength into his hands, you know?

Sometimes he wouldn’t just touch me—he’d use me like a toy, too.

So, well.

Compared to usual, this is much easier to endure without dying of embarrassment.

Just as I was stealing glances at Woo-jin’s long fingers—

“……, …, ……….”

I was wrong.

…This damn pervert.

Rather than just groping my chest, it’d be more accurate to say he was deliberately stimulating only the nipples.

Sure, he could’ve just grabbed my chest roughly in any other way, but—

—the current Woo-jin was—

“…Ah……, …. …….”

—focusing solely on those specific, perked-up areas beneath the T-shirt.

Not just slightly stiffened, but until they were fully hardened.

Until they were visibly obvious through the fabric.

Using his thumbs, he pressed, squeezed, and tormented them relentlessly.

“…You did this on purpose……, ngh….”

“Should we switch positions? This angle’s a bit awkward. I’d rather hold you while I touch you.”

“You’re such a pervert…….”

“Hurry up.”

“…….”

Whether I muttered complaints or not, Woo-jin didn’t seem to care.

In fact, he was practically begging to switch from this face-to-face position to a cuddling one.

As much as I disliked this side of him, I had no choice.

Still leaning against the wall, I hesitantly scooted my hips toward the edge of the bed. Woo-jin settled comfortably behind me, pulling me tightly into his arms.

Now I was no longer against the wall, but that was probably fine.

It wasn’t like we’d moved apart mid-sex—we’d just changed positions after some groping.

And since my moans had been extremely quiet, maybe he hadn’t heard anything at all so far.

I tried to sneak a glance at the wall, but Woo-jin’s shoulder blocked my view.

In the end, now far from the wall, I began allowing his hands to roam freely.

“……Hah, ……ah, ngh…?! ……Ah, wait….”

So,

about five minutes.

That’s roughly how long it had been since I’d left the wall.

“…Hey, Woo-jin, you—, ugh….”

“You were quiet earlier, but now you’re talking a lot.”

“It’s not sudden…! If you’re gonna do it… then don’t rub me like that…….”

“For someone saying that, you seem to be enjoying it quite a bit.”

“……Tch…. It’s not that I’m enjoying it….”

“Look. You’re this hard already. You’re telling me you’re not into it?”

“You dumbass…! That’s… just because you’re groping me so much……!”

“So you’re saying it doesn’t feel good?”

“…….”

“I’m asking if you don’t like it. Seol Da-bin.”

“……For a little while, maybe, but how could anyone enjoy being groped like this….”

“So that’s a yes.”

“Ngh, wait….”

Now, his thumb brushed roughly past my nipple, which had swollen enough to be obvious through my shirt.

If that were the only thing he was doing, I wouldn’t have minded much.

But annoyingly, this was Woo-jin.

Ignoring my protests, he kept teasing my nipples through the fabric.

To be precise, he was vigorously rubbing them between two fingers.

Woo-jin, now positioned behind me, easily cradled my chest in both hands.

My nipples had hardened noticeably, and he wedged them between his fingers, rubbing them relentlessly.

Whether I told him to stop or not, he crumpled the fabric of my shirt while doing it.

Enough that the throbbing sensation wouldn’t fade.

Maybe it was because I’d provoked him with my words. Knowing something intellectually and feeling frustration were two different things, but I understood that much.

So I kept begging him to stop, but all I got in return was Woo-jin’s pleasant touch.

……Well, it was a pleasant touch.

It’s just that admitting it was mortifying.

And part of me wondered if it was okay to feel this good—

—which was scary, so I didn’t.

“You keep saying you don’t like it, but your reactions say otherwise. What do you think?”

“…Don’t… bite the back of my neck….”

I squirmed, trying to break free, but there was no escaping.

Unless I was seriously trying, Woo-jin was still a muscular man brimming with sexual desire, and I was just a girl who liked working out.

No matter how hard I gripped his thick arms with this body of mine, all I’d do was stoke his excitement as he toyed with me.

In the end, Woo-jin began flicking my nipples rapidly with his fingertips,

teasing me by slowly tracing around the areola before rolling the nipple itself between his fingers and chuckling.

Then, as if daring me to react, he pinched them hard—

—and within seconds,

…I was bowing my head, knees pressed together, trembling as I gasped for air.

“Hold this with your teeth. I’m pulling your shirt up.”

“…….”

It wasn’t like I particularly disliked the order, but if I refused out of spite, everything I’d just endured would start all over again.

So I nodded, and Woo-jin dragged his veined hand down to grip the hem of my shirt.

Then, as he tugged it up, my chest jiggled softly—before he shoved the fabric right into my mouth, as if telling me to hurry up and keep my promise.

Reluctantly parting my lips for this pervert, I soon felt the stiff cloth between my teeth.

…And then, those thick, long, perverted fingers of his—

—began pressing and kneading my cherry-pink nipples.

“Ah, ugh…, ………, …Mmph…, ……….”

Even though I didn’t want to—

—every time Woo-jin’s fingers squeezed—

—tiny moans slipped out between the gaps of my teeth clenched on the fabric.

“…Hah, ……. ……Ngh….”

Even through the shirt, the stimulation had been intense—but now,

with Woo-jin’s hands directly on my bare skin, electric jolts of pleasure shot up to my brain endlessly.

It never felt like this when I touched myself.

Hell, even when I masturbated while imagining se…x with you, Woo-jin, it wasn’t this good.

Sure, the difference of someone else touching me played a part, but I couldn’t fathom how the gap was this huge.

Was it just because Woo-jin was experienced with women?

Or was it because I’d gotten used to him?

But thinking that way didn’t make sense—being touched by this pervert had always felt amazing from the start.

-No matter how much I racked my brain,

nothing made sense.

“Ngh………, ……Ah…♡….”

It’s all because of those fingers.

Those thick, long, perverted fingers of his.

Every time they pinched my nipples hard, my pupils shook against my will,

…and I let out embarrassingly sweet little noises—

those damn fingers.

That’s why.

“Earlier, you kept saying it didn’t feel good. …But you’re already soaking wet. Quit lying.”

“Mmph…, Hahh…, S-stop touching….”

“Then stop grabbing my wrist and getting in the way. We’re gonna have sex soon anyway, so this is fine, right?”

“Still……, …ah…?!”

While my nipples stood stiff from Woo-jin’s teasing—

—as if bored with toying with my chest, he silently reached lower.

Of course, my pussy was already drenched, staining my once-white panties a dull gray.

Then again, I’d gotten a little wet earlier too, when I was secretly sucking Woo-jin’s cock under the covers without Mom noticing, so this was inevitable.

But having it exposed like this was the absolute worst.

Even if it was already wet, there was a big difference between me taking off my panties to show him and Woo-jin checking for himself.

With the former, no matter how embarrassed I was inside, I could at least pretend to be composed.

But this…

“See this?”

“…….”

After just a little nipple play.

Right in front of my eyes, on Woo-jin’s outstretched hand—

—a transparent fluid I knew all too well—

—dripped thickly downward.

“I-it’s not… visible….”

“…Hmm. ‘Not visible,’ huh?”

“Ah, so what if it’s not? What exactly are you trying to make me… see…?”

I had no choice but to lie so blatantly.

It was too humiliating to admit.

Keeping my usual tone but with a voice that kept shrinking, I answered—

—and then blankly stared at Woo-jin’s hand, lost in wild thoughts.

“Then let’s start by being honest about the small things.”

“…Ah, wait…….”

Woo-jin wiped the slickness off on my thigh, then casually brought his hand back to my pussy.

The area that had been pressed against my panties was just as wet, of course.

As more arousal trickled down, he freely touched my—

“……?”

—but didn’t shove his fingers inside.

“Spread your legs properly.”

“…Just…, ……give me a second….”

This wasn’t part of the fantasies I’d been having while staring at his hand.

I’d assumed his middle and ring fingers would push inside roughly,

and that his thumb would rub my clit whether I liked it or not, forcing pleasure on me.

But Woo-jin was just lightly tracing around my folds.

Confused but obedient, I hesitantly parted my thighs. Still holding me from behind, he slowly began moving his hand.

“…Seol Da-bin, by your logic, this place should be dry right now, right?”

Far from dry—it was drenched, embarrassingly so.

If he pressed down just a little, sweet juice might spill out like from ripe fruit.

But since I’d just lied outright, I couldn’t suddenly admit, “I’m a horny bitch in heat right now.”

…It felt like a battle of pride.

So I nodded quietly.

“Then I’ll have to wet it properly. Before we have sex.”

“…I… guess so….”

Luckily, he didn’t argue about my answer.

Though I was embarrassed, that was the end of it.

Just as I was secretly relieved—

“Tell me if it hurts. It’s better than forcing yourself to endure.”

…Hurts?

Was he planning to finger me roughly?

Well… compared to sex with you, it probably wouldn’t be that bad.

The thought crossed my mind briefly, but thankfully, it was just paranoia.

“………. ….”

At best, it felt like a massage.

That’s how Woo-jin began stimulating me—completely different from what I’d imagined.

Normally, he’d be ruthlessly attacking my clit, but this time, he only traced the sides of my slit with his fingers.

I expected him to start pressing against the sensitive spots inside, but all he did was leisurely part my lips with