episode_0568

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Mortifying. Humiliating. Embarrassing.

These were the emotions I’d been feeling ever since stepping into Seoyeon sunbaenim’s house. I gulped them all down in one go, along with the cold water I held in my hand.

…Of course, doing this didn’t make me feel any better. If anything, becoming conscious of it only made the feelings sharper rather than duller.

Maybe that’s why the word “what if” kept swirling in my mouth.

What if, when sunbaenim asked me that question at the café, I hadn’t been so brutally honest? What if I’d made an excuse, saying I wanted to but could take it slow later, leaving myself an out?

What if, when sunbaenim climbed onto Seoujin’s lap, I’d been too embarrassed to watch and waited somewhere else? What if, instead of stealing glances the whole time like I just did, I’d run away? Would things have turned out differently?

What if I hadn’t hidden in the bathroom and just stayed seated like nothing was wrong? …No, Seoujin mentioned there were wet stains on the sofa. Even then, it would’ve just left undeniable evidence, making things even more awkward.

Then what if, of all people, it hadn’t been Seoyeon sunbaenim? What if it hadn’t been a woman so beautiful it made me feel small? Would that have changed my decision?

The flood of thoughts was giving me a headache. But honestly, there was one thing I knew for sure:

“…….”

The way sunbaenim had clung to Seoujin earlier, getting thoroughly used… …She looked like she was having the time of her life.

I only recently learned what it feels like to be loved, but I already know exactly how good it feels. And how addictive it is. Very much so.

“Haah….”

…Besides, it seemed like Seoujin really enjoyed this kind of thing. It felt like something he did often with his other… partners.

And it wasn’t like I had much room to be embarrassed about showing my body when sunbaenim had already done it first. Not to mention I’d already been caught masturbating in the bathroom earlier…

The shame of having to expose myself had dulled somewhat, but…

“……If only it weren’t Seoujin….”

…Well, it seemed like Seoujin really wanted to do it. And the sex he just had with sunbaenim… looked really, really good.

Compromise. Shame. Lust. And curiosity.

Caught between them, I weighed my options honestly before finally setting down the glass with a strained sigh.

“…I don’t know.”

I’ll just try it first. If it’s too much, I can always say something then…

….

…It’ll be fine.

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“…So, what should we do first?”

Obviously, we’d have to take our clothes off first.

Even though I already knew that, I still blurted it out as I stood in front of the two of them, lounging comfortably in the living room.

Seoujin, who’d done this with me plenty of times before, looked perfectly at ease, but Seoyeon sunbaenim seemed a little worn out, just as she’d mentioned earlier.

…Though I had my doubts about whether her leaning so comfortably against Seoujin’s shoulder was purely from exhaustion.

“Did you finally decide to join us?” “…I-I’m asking you right now, aren’t I?” “Hmm….”

Sunbaenim adjusted her posture, leaning more openly against Seoujin before raking her eyes up and down my body.

What I’d just said might’ve been a little rude, but since sunbaenim didn’t seem to mind, I just fidgeted with my toes in silence.

…Maybe she was used to being around someone as shameless as Seoujin.

Either way, she was so beautiful that even being scrutinized like this didn’t feel unpleasant. It was awkward, sure, but still within tolerable limits.

…On a side note, I bet being observed like this by Seoyeon sunbaenim was on the bucket list of every guy in our class…

As random thoughts flitted through my mind, sunbaenim’s voice reached my ears.

“How far have you two gone?” “How far…? Uh, well….”

Having been dragged along by Seoujin for nearly half a year, I’d tried all the standard positions. If she was asking about anything special… well… things like NTR roleplay, I guess.

But sunbaenim probably already had a rough idea. Was she really asking out of curiosity?

While I hesitated, Seoujin, who’d been letting sunbaenim lean on his shoulder, answered for me.

“She’s similar to you, Baek Seoyeon. Just a little less experienced.” “…So, you’re saying Dahbin has done everything I have?” “On the flip side, there are a few things you’ve done that she hasn’t.” “…….”

The first thing that came to mind was creampies.

I’d had condomless sex with Seoujin about three times, but… all three times, he’d finished on my stomach or ass.

I remember thinking, For a piece of trash, he at least keeps his promises.

“But why that?” “Why? …Because there’s no condom. I figured I should mention it.”

As it turned out, the reason sunbaenim had asked was precisely about condoms.

Under their combined gazes, I cleared my dry throat and stammered out a reply. “It’s… fine without one.” “…….” “I’ve done it before… and also…” “…….” “According to my cycle… it’s a safe day… so…”

My eyes flickered to the living room floor, where sunbaenim’s cum had pooled earlier before being wiped clean.

“…Anyway, should we start by taking our clothes off?” “That sounds like a good idea. And we should probably move to the bedroom.”

The sofa was too cramped for three people to roll around on.

Nodding, I followed the two of them—already half-naked—to the bedroom.

Seoyeon sunbaenim’s bedroom was as neat as the first impression of her house. It was so devoid of personal touches that it felt like a place meant purely for sleeping.

…Come to think of it, was sex with Seoujin her only hobby?

I kept that thought to myself as we reached one side of the bedroom.

“Haah….”

It wasn’t like Seoujin hadn’t seen my body plenty of times before. The only difference was that there was one more person now.

And honestly, sunbaenim was being considerate in her own way. She’d taken off her clothes first to ease the tension.

Unlike the two of them, who were sitting at the foot of the bed, I stood in front of it, avoiding their gazes as I started undressing piece by piece.

It wasn’t like my clothes were hard to take off. Just a loose black T-shirt and dark jeans—the kind I usually wore when meeting friends. At home, I could strip them off lazily in under ten seconds.

But I couldn’t act like a kid here. There were eyes on me. …And I was nervous.

Slowly.

I pulled down the jeans that had been bothering me with my damp panties, letting them drop past my ankles. …Then, finally, I peeled off those embarrassing underwear.

Now wearing nothing but the T-shirt, I cautiously sat down beside Seoujin.

“…….” “…….”

But… what did we usually say at times like this?

Did he just demand we hurry up and have sex? Did Seoujin start with small talk? Or did we just naturally move into foreplay?

The awkwardness made me grip the hem of my T-shirt tightly for a moment. Desperate to do something, I glanced at Seoujin.

But there was no reaction. Well, more accurately, he didn’t even notice me looking.

Because right now, he was—

Locked in a gaze with sunbaenim on the other side.

“…Must be nice, huh? Sitting between two naked girls, dick all hard and ready.” “Of course it’s nice. What guy wouldn’t like this?” “Still… you’re way too hard. Even after cumming so much earlier.”

Sunbaenim’s murmuring voice reached me.

Following it, I glanced down and saw Seoujin’s erection, just as stiff as before. And sunbaenim’s hand, lightly stroking it.

It must’ve been something they did often—her movements were effortless. The rhythm, the pressure… she clearly knew exactly how Seoujin liked it.

“…Let me drain you once more. Before Dahbin gets mindlessly railed like I just did, I should take the edge off your libido a bit.” “Doubt it’ll make much difference.” “Just hurry up. Here… Suck… Slurp…”

…And that made me think.

Had I ever done something like this for Seoujin before?

Thinking back, aside from very rare occasions… I couldn’t remember much. Almost 90% of the time, I was just on the receiving end. Or, if Seoujin asked, I’d reluctantly give him a handjob… or something like that. That was it.

I’d learned how good it felt to be loved so intensely. But I’d barely ever returned the favor.

“…….”

So.

Even now.

As our hands touched, sunbaenim wordlessly made a little space.

Holding his cock in my hand—just like sunbaenim’s pale fingers had—I hesitantly asked, “…Does it feel good? Like when sunbaenim does it? Or does it hurt if I squeeze too hard…?”

Clumsy. Awkward.

Compared to sunbaenim, it probably felt terrible.

…For someone who’d supposedly been dating her childhood friend for over ten years, my technique was embarrassingly bad.

“You can squeeze a little harder. I’ll grip your arm so you can gauge the pressure.” “…Ah. Okay…”

I really didn’t want to owe Seoujin anything.