episode_0551

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The words “You crazy bastard” slip from the tip of my tongue.

Honestly, if I think about it, I’m the crazy bastard here.

I had nothing particular to say to Seo Woo-jin, who was just a little more sexually driven than most.

To suddenly take back something I spat out barely an hour ago…

Not only was this behavior strange in itself, but… it felt like I was being overly conscious of Woo-jin for no reason.

To him, Baek Ji-ho and I were already in a relationship where we’d even exchanged netorase videos.

Whispering sweet nothings with another man on the other side of the wall wasn’t anything particularly special.

It was just one step further than filming and showing him a video.

In a way, it wasn’t all that different from what we usually did.

But.

Just personally.

Doing something like this with Woo-jin now…

“Should I… call him?”

“…….”

…It wouldn’t be netorase anymore.

It’d turn into something else.

Something with a different name.

That’s what it felt like.

“…Uh, wait…”

“Why?”

“I need… to think for a second…”

“Think? You were the one who suggested this.”

“Still…, ……just a moment…”

“…Fine, whatever.”

Backing out now would be weird.

That much was certain, so after cutting Woo-jin off for a moment,

I carefully gathered my thoughts while pressing his still-hard cock against my lower stomach.

I’d already heard Woo-jin confess his feelings for me multiple times,

and I didn’t exactly hate the feeling of being loved… by someone like him,

so it wasn’t like I absolutely didn’t want to have sex while saying embarrassing things to him.

…Honestly, part of me even thought it’d feel really good…

“…….”

But the thought “Is this really okay?” kept grabbing my ankle at the last second.

Because no matter what,

the person on the other side of that wall was my boyfriend.

Even if he’d never said he liked me as much as Woo-jin had,

he was still my boyfriend.

Even if he didn’t feel as much sexual desire… for my body as Woo-jin did,

he was still my boyfriend.

Even if he didn’t have the same overwhelming possessiveness toward me as Woo-jin,

he was still my boyfriend.

So wasn’t this action just…

a little over the line?

Not quite crossing it, but stepping on it.

With that in mind, I considered changing the subject, asking if there was anything else he wanted to do instead—

“Why’s it taking so long? Is it really something you need to think this hard about?”

“……Ah, just a sec…”

“It’s something your childhood friend likes, isn’t it? Netorase.”

“Well… yeah, but…”

“The guy listening on the other side of the wall likes it. I like being able to tell you how much I love you without holding back. …And you don’t hate the sex, right?”

“…….”

“Still don’t want to?”

“…….”

…Maybe because he’d already gotten fixated on the idea, but he didn’t seem willing to give up.

After chewing on my lips in silence for a while, I finally let out a careful whisper.

“…If you really want to, …then fine.”

“Great. Then I’ll just call him first to wake—”

“But… without knowing Baek Ji-ho’s situation on the other side of the wall.”

“……?”

“…W-Wouldn’t that be… more fun……?”

“…Hmm. Alright. Then let’s do it that way.”

“…….”

“Wouldn’t that be more fun?”

Looking back now, it was such a flimsy excuse even an animal wouldn’t buy it, and Woo-jin did give me a briefly puzzled look—but thankfully, he didn’t press further.

Probably because his dick had been rock-hard this whole time. He likely just wanted to get it over with.

…Either way, it was already past 2 AM, so there was a good chance Ji-ho was already asleep.

If even I was this exhausted, how much worse must it be for him?

So if he didn’t hear what was about to happen… that’d be for the best.

And even if he did… he’d probably just assume it was some kind of roleplay.

The only one whose conscience would be prickling was me.

It’d be fine.

Probably.

“First, let’s push the blanket to one side. …It’s pretty hot under here. Is it because of your body heat?”

“…Before that, how about you let me touch your dick a little?”

You’re the one who’s actually warm, so why blame me?

I snapped back, then carefully shifted positions as Woo-jin made space.

Just as he’d said, my body temperature was high—every time I moved, the cold bedsheet brushed against me—but I kept my expression neutral.

There was no need for some grand explanation about “how to make your voice carry through the wall.”

The method was simple.

Just press close to the wall and exchange words like a normal conversation.

It was the same way Ji-ho and I had talked for the past 20 years since childhood. There was no way it’d fail now.

Because of that, I’d always been self-conscious about my moans near the wall before.

And sometimes, Woo-jin would coincidentally pull me away from it while teasing me.

…But this time, I deliberately pressed myself against it.

Staring at this wall.

It was time to spill out a sweet voice—

one I’d never let Ji-ho hear before.

Maybe because it felt so unfamiliar,

my heart pounded for no reason.

“Why’re you so stiff?”

“W-What do you mean?”

“The wall. You’ve been glancing at it, but now you’re just frozen.”

“…Should I have been kissing it or something? What kind of nitpicking…”

“Relax. It’s not like this is any different from what we filmed in those videos, right?”

“Who’s tens—, hey, wait…, that tickles───Hhk…?!”

The moment I tried to retort “Who’s tense?”—

Woo-jin, who had been lying beside me, slid his hand between my thighs.

…Between my thighs was putting it nicely. His real target was obvious.

After all the teasing and stimulation he’d already put me through, the second his fingers touched my slit and clit, my back arched on its own.

It was a spot that would’ve just hurt if handled roughly, but that bastard was unnecessarily skilled.

“Not… there…, wai…, ……Hhk…, ….”

…And the reason I instinctively stifled my moan—

was, of course, because of the wall right beside us.

“Wait…, sto-op……. Let me… talk…”

“Do it now. You’re usually so good at cursing during sex, aren’t you?”

“You… fucker…….”

“Yeah. Like that.”

At this volume, …Ji-ho would definitely hear, right?

Back when I’d gotten mad at him for his YouTube videos being too loud in his room, telling him to put on headphones—

wasn’t this the exact same volume?

As a few embarrassing memories resurfaced, I hurled another curse at Woo-jin.

But even so, Ji-ho on the other side of the wall had to know.

That the curses I was spitting now were just sweet moans in disguise.

And his mind would automatically piece it together—

that his girlfriend, currently spewing profanities, was actually wrapped tight in another man’s arms.

…Because that man’s long, thick fingers were plunging deep into her pussy.

Because he was relentlessly tormenting his girlfriend’s weak spots—ones he didn’t even know about.

That was why she was panting so desperately.

“So what did you want to say?”

“……Just… move back… a little, hng, …further…”

“Further?”

“We’re too… close to the wall…, so… back…. It’s… hard for you to move… here…”

“It’s fine. If we do it sideways, it won’t matter.”

“Side…, …ah, like earlier…”

“Yeah. Just like before. Like this.”

“…Ah…. Woo-jin…, ……Kyak…?!”

And even with just that short scream… he’d be able to picture exactly what was happening here.

“You really are flexible. Like Hayun noona.”

“What do you… want me to do about it…, stop saying embarrassing stuff…”

“If you squeeze your legs tight to make it feel as good as possible, that’s its own kind of merit.”

“……He’ll hear. Hurry…. Don’t hold back now…. Just like you did earlier…”

Me, straining to put distance between myself and the wall.

Him, not caring in the slightest—

hooking one of my thighs over his arm and lifting it effortlessly,

keeping me close to the wall.

“Then now…, …you’re already soaked all the way through anyway.”

“…….”

“No need for more foreplay.”

“…….”

“Putting it in?”

“…….”

Me, too embarrassed by the wet sounds to say anything.

Him, tapping my entrance with his ugly cock before pressing the tip firmly against it.

“……Nn…, ugh….”

Me, unable to hold back a moan as something thick pushed in on its own.

Him, sliding his dick in slowly while groping my breasts with one hand.

…So easy to imagine.

“Haa…, hng……. ……Nn….”

Of course, all of this was assuming Ji-ho was actually awake on the other side of the wall.

If he’d passed out from exhaustion,

then this was all just my delusion.

He wouldn’t have the slightest idea

what was happening right here.

“…Ughk, …….”

…That one male’s生殖器—the one who said he loved me—

was slowly, deeply sliding in and out of your childhood friend’s pussy.

That his painfully thick cock was catching on every fold of her walls,

carving memories into her—

ones you would never have.

Over.

And over.

Then, after pausing his leisurely thrusts—

“…Ah?! Wai…, …hey, Woo-jin…….”

He hit a spot—

one you’d never find in a lifetime.

“…, …, ……….”

…Deeper than the cervix.

A place the man who loved me called “behind the womb.”

Because he was pounding it fast, hard, relentlessly—

I teetered like a cup about to spill,

tipping lightly over the edge.

And the fact that it had nothing to do with my will—

that it all depended on whether Woo-jin wanted it or not—

you’d never know.

“Huu…, …Seol Da-bin.”

“…Hah, ugh…….”

“I love you.”

“…….”

“What about you? …Even after mixing our bodies like this, still nothing?”

“…I… like you… in that sense…. A little…”

Unlike me, still too embarrassed to say it outright,

Woo-jin whispered his confession like a declaration of war.

You—

would never know.

No—

even if you heard, you’d pretend not to.

“…That’s too bad. I’ve really fallen for you.”

“Is that… so…”

“Yeah. So much that I wish—”

“…….”

“—you’d break up with that loser eavesdropping on the other side of the wall right now.”

“…….”

…And even after hearing that, you’d just jerk off pathetically.

Too cowardly to punch the wall,

too indifferent to claim me.

Because I, your childhood friend,

know you better than anyone.