episode_0563

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“To think you’d say such pretty words after already betraying your boyfriend.”

That phrasing might come across as slightly aggressive.

Judging by Seo Woojin’s attitude, Seol Dabin would be a woman I’d have to deal with for quite some time.

If our relationship soured, it would put Woojin—caught in the middle—in an awkward position, so it’d be best to watch my words.

Besides, Woojin is a pervert with nothing but lust on his mind.

Sooner or later, that pervert would want to have both of us in the same bed.

If Dabin and I were on bad terms, it would obviously complicate things then.

…No matter how much she irks me, maintaining at least a neutral relationship with Seol Dabin would ensure I’d still be showered with affection later.

Thus, Baek Seoyeon, sipping her café mocha, began carefully choosing her words again.

“…….”

“Weren’t all the things you spat at your boyfriend over the past six months just lies?”

That phrasing still feels like it needs some of its thorns plucked out.

Even if everything was based on truth, this isn’t the U.S. or the U.K.—fact-based defamation is still very much a punishable offense here.

And even setting that aside, objectively speaking, that phrasing just sounds outright malicious…

It’d be better to soften it a little.

And above all, I don’t want Woojin to dislike me.

After lightly chewing on her straw, Baek Seoyeon began weighing her words again.

“…Dabin. For someone in your position, you seemed to enjoy cheating sex quite a bit.”

That was the result after filtering—and filtering again—her words.

Seoyeon, her tone indifferent, added a little more of what she really wanted to say before standing up.

“What are you doing? …Do you two still have that much to talk about?”

“Ah, no… Um….”

……Of course, this goes without saying.

But at some point, seeing Woojin talk only to Seol Dabin had started to grate on her nerves.

And the look of relief on Seoyeon’s face as she left the café?

Absolutely.

Absolutely not why she did it.

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Senior Baek Seoyeon… Was that how she really was?

As she walked, Seol Dabin replayed the conversation from the café in her head about thirteen times, yet the confusion remained.

The “stern student council president Baek Seoyeon” Dabin knew and the “Baek Seoyeon, Seo Woojin’s sex partner” she had privately met now were so different they might as well have been two separate people.

Sure, she had caught glimpses of the senior’s true nature a few times before, but even then, she had seemed more flustered than… this.

“If there’s even the slightest chance, we might as well head to my place.”

“Your place?”

“Yeah. Taking a taxi shouldn’t be a problem.”

Walking a step behind the two as they chatted lightly, Dabin kept her eyes fixed on their backs.

With a troubled sigh, she continued her train of thought.

She had always heard that Baek Seoyeon, despite her intimidating aura, was a kind person.

Especially to underclassmen—except for that delinquent Yoo Siwoo.

She had a few friends in the student council, after all.

And back when Baek Jiho dropped out, Seoyeon had sought her out, seemingly concerned about bullying or violence.

The impression she got then wasn’t too far from the usual image.

Wow, hearing her voice without mic static makes it even nicer.

Wow, she’s even prettier up close.

Wow, her figure…

The kindness she had shown back then was still somewhat fresh in her memory.

But the senior she met outside the academy…

“Dabin. You good with this?”

“…Huh?”

“My place. You okay with it?”

“……Ah, …I don’t… really mind….”

“Is that so?”

“If it feels good, does it even matter if it’s a lie?”

“We’ll be seeing each other often anyway, so drop the act.”

…Casually dropping words that hit way too close to home.

Pervert.

“U-um, about what you said earlier… That… sharing… thing….”

“I don’t like it. But this guy here does. Threesomes.”

“Seoyeon, it’s not like you hate it either. Last time—”

“Shut up.”

…Even more of a

pervert

than she had imagined.

“……So you’re really saying… the three of us should… do it together…?”

“Yes.”

“……Have you… done it often…?”

“I told you. Woojin likes it.”

“…….”

…Well, of course. The senior had been mixing bodies with Woojin long before she had.

This was only natural.

Yeah. Totally natural.

Struggling to process the conversation, Dabin somehow managed to collect her thoughts.

Her ears burning, she pulled her mask up slightly and continued.

Not that she had never thought about this scenario.

Three people. Wasn’t it surprisingly common in… those kinds of videos?

And since this meetup happened to involve three people, maybe… maybe this could happen—she had entertained the thought briefly.

She had even worried—just a little—about what she’d do if it actually happened.

…And yeah, she had imagined it. Just a little.

But whether she had thought about it or not…

The embarrassment was the same.

“But… um… I’m still… ……I mean, Senior Seoyeon should go first… and then I’ll….”

“…You want that?”

“Y-yes! I don’t mind…!”

Midway through her very reasonable suggestion, her voice rose slightly in panic.

Luckily, it was still quieter than the murmurs around them.

The passersby, too busy with their own lives, paid no attention.

Dabin glanced at them and let out a quiet sigh.

…21 years. No, 22 now.

A short—or long—time, but she had never felt this exhausted in such a short span before.

The closest she could compare it to was…

When Woojin first caught her with a… toy.

But Woojin was only a year older.

Senior Seoyeon was a year her senior.

Acting as brashly as she did with Woojin wasn’t an option—she couldn’t help but be mindful.

…And Senior Seoyeon, despite using honorifics, was somehow scary.

So instead of scoffing, arguing, or growling like she would with Woojin…

Dabin became a soft, docile hedgehog.

And quietly followed the two.

“…What a shame. For you.”

“What is?”

“Don’t play dumb. You get annoyingly intense when it’s multiple people. …I’d know best.”

“Do it if you want. If not, then don’t. I don’t obsess over it.”

“Really? You came inside me even when I could barely take it last time we were with four. Now you say that?”

“Don’t exaggerate.”

…Came inside when she could barely take it?

…Creampie?

Listening to their deliberately loud conversation, Dabin’s mind was still a mess.

The only thing she was sure of was that the senior’s expression seemed slightly better than before.

But even that was just a guess.

She just… seemed to be in a better mood.

At least that was something…

“…Haah….”

Suddenly, a thought crossed Dabin’s mind.

What if… other partners besides Senior Seoyeon…

Were like this too?

“Excuse… me….”

Who even lives in a place like this?

Oh. People like Senior Seoyeon, I guess.

Still reeling from the earlier embarrassing conversation, Dabin stepped into the foyer with quiet awe.

She didn’t know much, but Seoyeon seemed to come from a wealthy family.

They weren’t close enough for her to know the details, but maintaining a place like this on your own wouldn’t be easy without serious money.

…But if she was going to live in such a barren space, wasn’t all this room kind of wasted?

Shaking off the random thought, she followed inside.

“Just hang your coat here.”

Following Seoyeon’s gesture, Dabin spotted a sofa spacious enough to lie down on.

Probably meant to drape it over the back.

Unless someone was obsessive about tidiness, this was fine—Dabin usually just tossed her coat aside at home too.

She nodded—just as Woojin spoke up.

“So, you’re just gonna wait here till we’re done?”

“…Huh?”

“You said earlier you weren’t comfortable with all three of us. That you’d go after.”

“…….”

Woojin, lounging on the sofa like he owned the place, had thrown the question at her.

Fumbling with her mask, Dabin hesitated before answering.

“…I’ll wait. I’ll just… look at my phone.”

“Still not saying you’ll leave, though.”

“Well… ……I… do want to… do it…….”

“…….”

“…What? …Why are you staring? Look somewhere else…!”

…She could have used her usual excuse—”I’m already here, so…”—but she remembered Seoyeon’s earlier words about being honest.

Besides, the only ones listening were Woojin and Seoyeon.

So she chose her words carefully.

“Just remembering how you used to say it was all for your childhood friend.”

“……I only said that because you liked hearing it.”

“Me?”

“…A-anyway, that’s how it was….”

But old habits don’t change overnight.

Dabin fell back on her usual excuse before plopping down on the sofa across from Woojin.

…Sex. When it went long, it felt endless, but sometimes it ended quickly.

If she just messaged friends or watched YouTube, her turn would come soon enough.

Then, as embarrassing as it’d be, she could borrow the bed and take care of her urges.

That was the rough plan.

“…Weird. This isn’t like what I know.”

Since the two would head to the bathroom—and then the bedroom—soon anyway.

She thought it’d be fine.

“This pervert’s simple-minded… ……He’d get off to any dirty talk.”

“…….”

“For example… Oh, right.”

Just before Seoyeon—having shed half of her white padded jacket—lightly climbed onto Woojin’s lap on the sofa.

Just before she pulled him into an embrace, their foreheads touching gently.

Just before Seoyeon’s soft, amused voice reached her ears—

“…Wanna use it?”

It had definitely been like that.