episode_0546

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…Wow, this.

It’s more…

…embarrassing than I thought….

“I want you to tease me with your fingers. …Right?”

“…Y-you just said it yourself—why are you asking me to repeat it…?”

“Just because. I want to hear it again.”

“…….”

“Stop just pressing down on the back of my hand.”

How many times had I ever been this honest with him?

After giving Seo Woojin my virginity, I traced back the past half year or so—instead of answering, I held my breath and pressed down on his hand over and over.

I always just made excuses about Baek Jiho…

Maybe around the time I acknowledged needing a sex partner.

I think I became a little more honest then.

Though as I sifted through my hazy memories, I realized I wasn’t really that honest then, either.

More like, Since Woojin, your sex drive is ridiculous, I guess I’ll have to humor you— shifting the blame with that kind of tone.

After learning about Baek Jiho’s preferences, did anything change?

Not really.

Just swapped the excuse to for Baek Jiho’s sake.

If anything, I took several steps back from honesty.

Time passed until just recently—December 26th, a few days ago.

Even right after Christmas ended, not much was different.

That day, just a little… my libido…

Got ahead of my rationality.

I just wanted to have good sex—unknowingly, I slipped into a bit of honesty.

Like now.

Saying something like, Use your fingers on me.

I never did that before, right?

“…What difference does it make saying the same thing twice? Just… just do it already….”

“I told you. I want to hear it. You bending yourself to my will—that was kind of refreshing.”

“How is that refreshing…? I’ve put up with so much from you this whole time….”

“Pfft… Y’know, what you just said sounded a lot like what I told you when I climbed onto the bed earlier?”

“W-what did you say…?”

“Never mind. Figure it out yourself.”

“……Ah, wait— Fingers….”

In that sense, this…

…is so embarrassing.

“Just repeating what you already said—is that really so embarrassing?”

“Hah……, …….”

Making me say what I barely managed to spit out again.

…Normally, the first attempt at anything is the hardest.

But with something like this.

The second time is the real hurdle.

“Seol Dabin.”

“…Ngh, it tick…les…….”

“I said I wanna hear it.”

“…Ugh…….”

Touch me.

Mess with me.

Pressing those feelings into Woojin’s hand, even as his fingers hover right at my entrance…

…Actually saying it out loud is.

Genuinely.

Too embarrassing…

“It’s not like anyone else is gonna hear you besides me.”

“…….”

“Hey, the walls aren’t that close either.”

“…What does that have… to do with anything….”

“Because if your childhood friend hears you, you’ll probably feel even more ashamed.”

“…Ah, ……Mm….”

“Only I can hear you right now …… hurry up.”

“…….”

Honestly, if I just glanced down, I’d see my stiff, swollen pink nipples too.

The gray-tinted panties pulled down around my thighs—visible as day.

…Yet I still couldn’t bring myself to say.

That one stupid little phrase.

Until finally.

In the lowest voice possible.

“……I-I want you to tease me… with your fingers….”

Admitting it by repeating what I’d just said.

Buried in Woojin’s arms.

“………Ngh…. …Hah……….”

…Slowly.

Moans spilled out.

Feeling good.

“……, Ugh…, ……Nh, ngh….”

Unlike earlier, when Woojin’s fingers only grazed my folds, this time they plunged properly inward.

Not just one finger—his ring finger joined his middle.

The longest finger he had, and the next longest too.

……Squelch, squelch.

Every movement he made while holding me.

Reflected in my pupils darting downward.

Engraving it clearly.

Driving in.

“And you dare say you were dried up?”

“……Sh-shut… Nh…?!”

You pervert… bastard.

He’s had so many sex partners besides me—when it comes to doing this with women…

Pointlessly skilled.

…With subtly coercive movements.

The erogenous zones I’d eagerly stroked during masturbation.

Sweet spots even I didn’t know about.

He figured them out in seconds.

Teasing them maddeningly with his fingertips.

“What do you think this sound is?”

“……Hah…, ……Haa…….”

“I said, what does it sound like? Seol Dabin.”

“…?! W-wait… I’ll… answer… Ah….”

“…….”

“I said… I will… answer, so… Ah…….”

……As if delighted by the lewd, wet sounds, he scraped inside relentlessly.

Then, after faintly scratching my sharp nails near his wrist.

Drenched in the scent of a woman.

His fingers thoroughly coated in slick.

Pulled out.

“……My pussy’s soaked…, …dripping wet……. And I’m the one making…… these sounds…….”

So I spoke aloud the truth—both what I felt and what I saw in front of me.

Staring dazedly at his glistening fingers, drops of transparent slick clinging before falling.

“…Huu. I think you’re loose enough now….”

“…….”

What came next was absolutely predictable.

The only reason Woojin even came to my place.

Despite hating strong alcohol, pretending to be wasted just to spend the night.

There was only ever one reason.

“Spread. And take off those panties you just lazily pulled to the side.”

Sex.

“…If you’re just gonna lie there, at least bend your knees. Make it easier to strip you.”

“I-I’ll take them off… You think I can’t even… manage panties……?”

We’d done it countless times at Woojin’s place.

Countless times in random motels.

…But in my room?

Only once before.

“……Wait, what about… the condom…?”

“Don’t have one.”

“…Are you serious…? I told you— …I’m in my dangerous period right now….”

“You let me go raw a few days ago.”

“That—that was…….”

“That time, you said it felt better this way too.”

“……It did… but…….”

But back then, my childhood friend in the next room was dead asleep—no chance of him overhearing.

…Now? No way for Woojin to know whether he’s asleep or awake.

And yet here we were, debating fucking raw during my fertile window.

Almost like wanting someone to hear—his voice slightly louder as he said:

“I prefer it too. Going bare with you.”

“…….”

“…I’ll pull out properly at the end.”

“…….”

One thought rose unavoidably.

…Just like how he told me to be honest about the smallest things.

He meant every word of this, too.

“…Try finishing inside just once, I dare you….”

“And if I do cum inside? What’ll you do?”

“D-don’t test me—just pull out properly. If you even mention the morning-after pill later…!”

I like you.

And that time he said… I wish you’d break up with Baek Jiho.

He repeated it endlessly—enough to grind my ears raw.

That…

He really meant all of it.

Leaving the window open makes it a little cold, but this is bearable.

Dabin complained about some weird smell earlier, so at least now it’s aired out.

And the chill keeps me from getting too drowsy.

So now, all that’s left is to stay awake until dawn like Dabin said…

“Huu….”

Problem is, I have no idea how long I’ll have to wait.

Pulling the thick blanket up to my nose, I sighed deeply and grabbed my phone.

12:54 AM.

It’s technically dawn now, and I can catch up on sleep during the intercity bus ride tomorrow, but…

Not knowing exactly what time Dabin meant by “dawn” is a bit tricky.

Usually, “dawn” starts around midnight to 1 AM, right?

But it also refers to the time just before sunrise, so if we assume the worst-case scenario, the margin of error is roughly six hours.

Staying up a little is fine, but pulling an all-nighter is a problem… Hmm…

On another note—why exactly is Dabin doing this?

That primal curiosity made me rustle under the covers for a moment…

Until faint, muffled sounds started drifting through the wall from Dabin’s room next door.

“…….”

Wait—is this what she meant?

No guarantee, but I forced my heavy eyelids open anyway.

Sitting up, I pressed my ear to the wall… trying to make out what the hell it even was.

Too faint to decipher yet.

Kinda sounded like someone on a call? Even that was uncertain.

Just a vague guess.

…Except once I settled on the “phone call” theory, something else stood out—it wasn’t just Dabin’s voice. Another voice seemed mixed in…

Ugh…

What is this? Stumped, I barely had time to waffle before the muffled noises grew slightly louder.

– ……Thought you fell asleep…

– …Pervert bastard……

– …What’s so pretty about……

Definitely Dabin’s voice.

Probably lying in bed, chatting with friends over the phone—that kind of tone.

Not something I’ve heard enough to be sick of, but not unfamiliar either.

Nothing special.

Honestly, if this was why she told me to stay awake, what a letdown.

But one thing stuck out—

That pervert bastard line from earlier.

Just who would she say that to?

It’s not exactly a compliment, is it?

Pervert… Pervert……

“…….”

Would she… say that about me listening through the wall?

Mocking how perverted it is to get off on being fucked by another man…?

Not like I have room to argue but…

“……Mm….”

A few more snippets reached me while I was overthinking, but nothing stood out.

Between the muffled volume and the flat tone, nothing felt noteworthy anymore.

Even this lasted maybe two minutes before dying down entirely.

…Weird.

Dabin knows talking loud enough against the wall carries sound through.

What was the point of all this?

Sighing, I lingered with my ear pressed a little longer—but silence held firm.

Guess that short exchange was it.

So I leaned back, exhaling weakly as I flopped onto the bed again.

…It’s late enough that exhaustion is inevitable.

Breathing slowly in the quiet room, still half-focused on the wall…

I must’ve dozed off lightly at some point, my breathing evening into soft snores—

When suddenly.

“…….”

……Still pitch-black night.

No clue how much time passed, but I woke up.

Partly because I forgot to close the window earlier—chilly gusts kept blowing in—but mostly because…

“…….”

From beyond the wall.

Creaking, squeaking—

The sound of bed springs.

And then—

– ………Nh, no… hate this……

Moans—the kind I’d only ever heard through speakers.

…Repeatedly hammering against my eardrums.