episode_0549

.

Creak, creak.

The loudest bed noises I’ve ever heard in my life.

Though not entirely clear, I suspect they’re Da-bin’s.

Sweet, breathless moans.

And then, a rhythmically repetitive sound.

A stifled, gasping breath,

as if forcing its way through a tight throat.

…After a long while,

the clamorous bed noises finally ceased.

Da-bin’s voice, too, faded away somewhere.

Now, even if I press my ear hard against the door, I hear nothing.

But what these sounds implied—

I didn’t need to think deeply.

It was all too clear.

“…….”

Instead of saying it outright,

he spoke indirectly.

This is exactly it.

549

…It’s a one-in-a-million scenario, but.

What if my parents heard the two of us?

Did they figure it out in such an obvious way?

For a moment, I imagined the unbearable, mortifying outcome—one I don’t even want to think about.

As time passed, I cautiously cracked the door open and peeked through the gap, my heart pounding.

Fortunately, all I saw was pitch-black darkness.

Though I couldn’t be sure, there was no sign of anyone quietly approaching.

At this point, I guess there’s no need to worry that much.

Letting out an exaggerated sigh—loud enough for the pervert behind me to hear—I whispered in an even quieter voice as I opened the door.

“…I’ll just go get it myself. I can at least make up an excuse, but you can’t.”

“Could just say I came out after having sex with you. And if I wait alone in the room, the moment they notice I’m not on the couch, things’ll get messy.”

“Th-that… No, even if you did, saying you came out after sex is weird?! If Dad hears that, he’d probably beat you to death on the spot….”

“I’ll heal. His hands’ll hurt before mine anyway.”

“Not funny… At least put some clothes on…!”

“Clothes? The fact that you and I are moving around together late at night—what difference does a pair of underwear make?”

“Because…! ……Because…!”

“Just open the door. Let’s go get water.”

“…….”

Honestly, I could’ve just gotten the water myself.

Why does this man refuse to listen even on the smallest things?

As much as I dislike it, the one I’m dealing with is Seo Woo-jin.

Even if I snapped at him right now, he’d just brush it off like always.

He acts like he’s years older than me every single day…

If I keep reacting the same way and losing the same way, I’ll just look like the bigger fool.

By now, I’ve grown used to this, so I clicked my tongue briefly and gave up, carefully opening the door.

“…Then you have to stay quiet. No jokes, seriously.”

“Got it.”

“If you break your promise, I’ll tell them you got drunk and forced yourself on me—”

“I won’t. I’m not an exhibitionist. I’d be embarrassed if others saw.”

“…Bullshit… Just earlier, you said clothes wouldn’t change anything….”

Even though he spends more time naked in front of me than clothed.

And with a body like that… and that size, honestly, wouldn’t most people want to show off?

I had a lot more to say, but I swallowed it all and took a step forward.

Given the late hour, the darkness was still thick as ink.

Just like when I went to wake Woo-jin earlier, the house was shrouded in darkness, but this time, things were slightly better.

Since it’d be game over if my parents stepped out, I left the room light on—just enough for a sliver to escape through the door crack.

Plus, the faint glow from the fridge in the kitchen helped.

If even that hadn’t been there, I might’ve just turned on the living room light.

…If my parents walked out and saw this, I’d die of shame.

I just wanted time to mentally prepare.

So I compromised.

“…Be careful, this is the dining table.”

“Yeah. Table.”

“I mean watch where you’re going. Not ‘feel it with your hands to check.’”

“I am being careful. And I think you should worry less about that and more about lowering your voice.”

“…You shut up.”

The kitchen wasn’t far, so getting there wasn’t hard.

And with the fridge light I’d counted on earlier, I could at least vaguely make out silhouettes.

…Anyway, we made it to the water purifier without incident.

Now, let’s just hydrate and head back with this idiot.

With slight relief, I gulped down the cold water.

Glug, glug.

“Seol Da-bin. Can you see my face clearly right now?”

“……?”

I tilted my head at Woo-jin’s sudden, bizarre question.

See clearly?

Of course not, but I could faintly make out his silhouette.

It had been about a minute since we stepped out, so my eyes had adjusted somewhat.

…And the same went for Woo-jin, so he could’ve just checked for himself.

Is he actually stupid?

Suppressing the urge to scoff, I answered.

“Barely. …Why?”

“Just thought of something I wanna do.”

Before I could process that, Woo-jin glanced toward my parents’ room, then stepped even closer.

Just that was enough to set off alarm bells. No, definitely unease.

Woo-jin closing in on me always means he wants something from my body.

Coming from this pervert, it wouldn’t be strange if he outright said, Let’s have sex in the dark.

In fact, that’d be the most likely answer.

And since we’re in the kitchen, there are plenty of… ideas that come to mind.

That dining table we just passed… In dirty comics, people do it there all the time.

Lying on the table, bending over it…

Or maybe, like newlyweds, he wants to do it by the sink.

Naked apron…? Something like that.

Like the dolphin shorts I deliberately put on—apparently, guys love that.

And my current position is…

Right by the sink, next to the fridge and water purifier.

But making noise here would be really bad.

Just as I was about to push him away and whisper, Let’s continue in the room—

“…….”

Woo-jin’s large body

lightly embraced me.

…I staggered back a step,

my breath catching.

“…Wh-what is this…?”

“Told you. Something I wanted to do.”

“So what is it…?”

“…Hmm. Didn’t think of a name. Well… ‘Hugging Seol Da-bin however I want in a dark kitchen’?”

“…You were doing this on the bed earlier. Did you ask for permission then? Without my say, you spread me open and… used me like some horny animal….”

“Didn’t ask. But the location’s different, right?”

“…….”

I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean.

But still… At least it’s not the ‘Let’s have sex’ request I feared.

If I had to choose, this is definitely better.

But this is Woo-jin.

Even if he’s being tame now, in five seconds, he might start grinding that disgusting dick against me.

Leaning back against the cold sink, I whispered again.

“…If you want sex again, let’s continue in the room. Not here….”

“…? Obviously. Can’t even see anything here.”

“But you’re the type who’d—”

“Not doing it. I like watching the face you make when you’re so overwhelmed with pleasure. Especially with you—more than any other girl.”

“……The word ‘disgusting’ comes to mind. You know that, right?”

“The harder you try to put me down, the worse it gets—not just for me, but for you too. You’re the one who agreed to raw sex because you wanted to feel even better.”

“…Let’s just pretend I didn’t hear that, you pervert.”

I lost. Lost.

Arguing with this pervert is a battle I can’t win.

It’d be one thing if I genuinely found my relationship with Woo-jin repulsive, but in reality…

……It feels disgustingly good.

Hell, earlier, right in front of Woo-jin, I tore into Baek Ji-ho without restraint, then came so hard I couldn’t even stand properly.

Do you like me that much?

Why do you adore me so much?

…Do you really want someone like me that badly?

I wanted to die of shame.

In moments like these, I’m nothing but the weaker to Woo-jin’s stronger—unable to even attempt resistance.

So I played dumb, pretending not to hear, and tried to wrap things up.

“……Ah, wait… Why are you tickling my waist…….”

“Ever done this with Baek Ji-ho?”

“…….”

“We’ve done it before, right? When you broke up with Ha-yoon noona, you said you hugged like this.”

Whether the weight of that name is light or heavy,

it’s one that always lingers when I’m with Woo-jin.

…Now, the name of my childhood friend—who’s probably still awake—

reached my ears from Woo-jin’s mouth.

I reflexively cleared my throat.

“…If I’d ever hugged her naked at dawn, I wouldn’t have lost my virginity to you in the first pl—”

“Not at dawn. Not naked. But just hugging—ever done that?”

When we were kids, sometimes.

In daycare, or early elementary school.

I think I hugged Baek Ji-ho like this to comfort her when she cried.

Ah, right. More recently, when I came back home after work, she mentioned something about Seol Da-bin’s influence or whatever, so I hugged her then too.

But.

“…….”

…Compared to the absurd amount of cum Woo-jin shot earlier—

still unsatisfied, his cock already stiffening again—

the answer he wanted was:

“…No.”

This.

“Then I’m the first for this too.”

“…You’re assigning meaning where there is none.”

“First memories aren’t that meaningless, I think.”

Woo-jin, unaware of my childhood memories, kneaded my chest as he spoke.

“No matter what you do, I want my face to be the first thing that comes to your mind.”

“…….”

“Even if it’s something as small as this. Everything.”

“…….”

You’ve already taken my first sex.

My first kiss.

My first lo…,

…

First affection… too.

Every part a man could covet—

you took them all long ago.

“I like you way more than you think.”

“…….”

…Hugging in the dark—

a gesture no one would care about.

Yet here he is, satisfied like a fool.