episode_0552

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“Why? You are a fucking idiot, aren’t you?”

“…….”

“A guy who not only doesn’t fuck his girlfriend every day but even asks another man to take her instead—that’s a goddamn idiot.”

“…Ah…….”

“At least if it were something like premarital chastity, I’d wonder just how much patience you’ve got to hold back with her right in front of you…”

“…N-nipples…, stop…….”

“Offering up your girlfriend because you’re so fucking horny you’re losing your mind—that’s next-level stupid. Don’t you think?”

“Nngh…….”

Idiot.

Fucking idiot.

And then… next-level stupid.

Just moments ago, I was worried I might’ve stepped over the line.

But Seo Woojin just brushed it off like it was nothing.

The tension, the anxiety—all those tangled emotions—slowly get swallowed up by something indescribable.

Something I’d never want Baek Jiho to see…

…but something I don’t mind showing Woojin at all.

An emotion even I can’t fully explain.

And now it’s coating my heart like thick chocolate…

No wonder I feel so dizzy.

“…I like you, Seol Dahbin.”

“…I kn-know….”

“I like you.”

“I… get it….”

“I like you. For real.”

“……Yeah…. Th-thank… you….”

How many times do you think Baek Jiho’s heard those words since childhood?

But with Woojin?

I bet he’s heard them dozens of times in a single night.

And yet, when this guy says them—

Whether it’s just with his voice…

…or with this hard cock relentlessly pressing into me—

…it feels real.

What kind of moron would spend all day fucking a girl he doesn’t like…?

…He really likes me.

That’s why he’s working so hard to take me.

Getting his dick rock-hard on his own.

Slamming his hips against my flushed, well-used pussy—

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Leaving marks on my pale ass.

And then—

Asking another guy to fuck me… and send him the video.

Which one seems more like a boyfriend…?

Option one?

…Or option two?

“…Look at me. Stick out your tongue.”

“……Nn, ngh….”

“More. …Yeah. Like that.”

“…Mmmh…….”

You’re probably still thinking this is just some NTR play.

Glancing at the silent wall behind me, eyes tightly shut as you swap spit with Woojin.

The kind of kiss you can’t share with just anyone—

…The kind only lovers would do.

Not that I’ve ever done it with my actual boyfriend.

But with fuckbuddies?

Countless times.

Not with a guy who’s just friendly with me.

But with a guy who likes me.

Until our tastes imprint on each other.

Until—

Our tongues tangle.

And our lips finally part.

…Well.

It’s not like a single kiss is worth getting worked up over.

We’ve already done way worse, after all.

“Hah…, …Seol Dahbin.”

“Haa……, haa….”

“I’ve been honest with you. …But do you still like Baek Jiho?”

“…….”

Another confession.

Hearing Woojin’s voice, I let out a small moan and glanced at the wall beside me.

…Saying you like Woojin more than Jiho—

I’d already practiced it briefly earlier.

And it’s not like I can’t say it for real.

Jiho would probably just assume it’s part of the “play” anyway.

The only one feeling guilty here is me.

…I figured it’d be fine to humor him a little.

“Seol Dahbin.”

“…….”

But the words didn’t come as easily as I thought.

“Would you hate it… if you broke up with Jiho and dated me instead?”

…This was the first time.

The very first time I’d ever crossed that line.

“Y-you…, what about Hayoon…? You’re already… with her….”

“…Guess I’m just greedy.”

“You… bastard…, …nngh…….”

Baek Jiho’s girlfriend.

A relationship everyone—even our families—knew about.

One that had lasted over a decade.

And I was breaking it for the first time.

“How… are you going to explain this… to Hayoon…?”

“Dunno. …If I just say you kept coming onto me—hah—I’m sure I’ll figure it out.”

“Ngh…! You’re just… trying to weasel out of it…!”

“Or we could just keep it a secret. …Like we have been.”

“That’s…, …no…, my conscience…, W-wait, stop fucking me first…!”

“…….”

“…Ngh?! Why… why’re you going faster…?!”

“…….”

“N-no…? Ah…? Nngh……??….”

…I’m doing something terrible to Hayoon, who’s always been so good to me.

For nearly half a year, I’ve been blaming Woojin for everything.

But now—

I’m the accomplice.

“Hayoon…, we’ll think about her later.”

“Hah…, ngh……. …Nngh….”

“If your conscience is the problem… then answer me properly. Loud enough for Jiho to hear.”

“…Answer…, …ah, wait….”

“If you didn’t like me, you wouldn’t have even considered the question, right?”

“…….”

My body twitched, buzzing with pleasure.

Avoiding Woojin’s gaze…

…I answered the way I’d practiced.

The way he taught me.

Finally—

Honestly.

“I… like… you….”

“…….”

“I think… I like you more…, ……ah…?!”

…Was it my answer?

Woojin, who’d been silently listening the moment I opened my mouth, adjusted his position—

“…Hah…, ngh….”

—and began ruthlessly pounding into the spot that always felt the best.

The thick head of his cock driving into me—

Hard. Deep.

With all his strength.

“T-too… fast…, …not just the other side of the wall…, people outside might hear…….”

“…….”

As if that wasn’t enough—

He started slamming his hips even harder, making sure the sound of him fucking me filled the room.

Thud. Thud.

Relentless.

Over and over.

“P-pull out…, just for a second……, …ah, ngh…….”

It wasn’t like he’d never hit this spot before, but he’d never been this relentless.

Now, though—

It was like he’d decided to focus only here.

Every time he pulled back, he’d slam into me again, pressing down hard.

And each time—

That spot—

Stimulated over and over.

While his arms held me tight, refusing to let me escape.

“D-don’t… grind…, …ah…….”

…I kept pushing my hips forward.

Not because I didn’t want it—

But because it felt too good.

No, it was so good, I started wondering if I should’ve let him do this in the first place.

Every thrust made my shoulders jerk, pleasure flooding through me.

There’s no way this is a normal reaction.

When Woojin and I usually fuck…

Even when he does hit the right spots…

It’s never been this—

“…Hah. Was wondering when I’d finally hear it. Took you long enough.”

“Woo…jin…, stop… hitting there…, move….”

“…You mean here?”

“…?! Hah…, …j-just pull out…, pull out now….”

“…….”

“……, ah, ……ngh…,”

…It wasn’t this intense before.

“G-ah…, …nngh…, ………, ……♡….”

Just a few thrusts in the right spot, and my hips were already jerking—

Coming.

Not on the towel we’d laid out, but against the wall.

Splurt. Squirt.

My juices splattering all over the pristine wallpaper as I climaxed.

Clutching Woojin’s shoulders, gasping for air as pleasure wrecked me.

…Something I’d never have known if I’d stayed with Jiho.

Is this what real pleasure feels like for a woman?

My thoughts—usually so controlled—

Now spinning wildly in my pleasure-fogged mind.

“Must feel even better than I thought. …I made sure to remember all the spots that got the best reactions.”

“…Nngh, why’re you… biting my ear…? It’ll leave a… mark…….”

“Looks fucking adorable all red. …Besides, your hair can cover it, right?”

“What kind of…, ……?! W-wait, wait…! I just came, …s-so…!”

Just remembered?

No way.

I wanted to argue, but the moment he gripped me tight and started moving again—

I couldn’t speak.

My body’s still oversensitive from coming.

I need a second to recover.

If this keeps feeling better—

I might die.

You’re a guy—you wouldn’t get it, you bastard.

Every protest just comes out as another dumb moan.

Pathetic.

All I can do is gasp—

“Just… let me rest… for a sec…….”

—between broken words.

“……Nngh…, …,”

“Stop squirming.”

Trapped in Woojin’s thick arms.

Pinned against him.

“…Hah…!? ……Ah…♡? ……?”

Moaning like an idiot.

Whispering filth.

Playing the role of his perfect fucktoy.

“…Mmmh, nngh…, hah…, ……mph….”

Even that gets stolen when Woojin seals my lips with his.

The words I like you that once echoed beyond this wall—

…Now replaced by the real sounds of us fucking.

“Ngh……, hah…. Hah…ngk…….”

I don’t know if Woojin’s ever been this turned on in any of the videos he’s sent.

I’ve never watched them.

But as for whether we’ve ever kissed this deeply before?

I think I do know.

When we fucked for Jiho’s videos, our tongues never tangled like this.

No way those shallow, barely-there kisses ever lasted this long.

…And one more thing’s for sure—

The pleasure.

“I like you, Seol Dahbin.”

“Hah……, hah…, …me… too…, mmph……. Ngh, nngh….”

This perverted bastard’s so worked up—

His cock’s even thicker than usual.

…Longer, too.

And he’s using it to pound against my soft cervix.

Thud. Thud.

Every ridge of his shaft dragging against the folds of my well-trained pussy.

Even though my body—trapped in his arms, unable to escape—

…is already his…

He still won’t let go.

Because I’m so desperate for more.

Dripping slick, transparent arousal.

“Hah…, ……haa…, hah….”

I can almost picture it—

How this dizzying pleasure will end.

“…Hah……, ……fuck….”

“…, ……. ….”

“Coming so fucking much…,…hah…….”

“…Y-yeah…, the most I’ve… ever…….”

…In the end, Woojin—unable to control himself—

Painted the deepest, most secret part of me.

For the first time.

Marking me with his scent.

Or—

“…‘Yeah’ my ass. Why’re you just watching?”

“……?”

“Grab a towel—anything—and hand it to me.”

“…Ah, wait….”

“Before that stuff drips more on the wall.”

The wall that once held memories of Jiho.

Now overwritten.

His scent.

His claim.

…Staining it.

Thick.

Sticky.