episode_0570

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I want to possess her.

The woman who will soon be showered with endless love from countless fans.

The woman who—though I have no memory of it—will undoubtedly captivate the gaze of many men.

To make her show this side of herself only to me, casting aside the attention of the many eyes fixed upon her from all directions.

I want to own her, down to the very tips of her toes.

“Hey, wait…! Seo Woojin, don’t lift me…!”

“Stop squirming uselessly. You’re heavy.”

“‘Heavy’—what kind of… Ugh, just put me down already…!”

Whether because she climaxed more intensely than expected, Seol Da-bin leans against me, breathing heavily through parted lips.

Cupping her hips, I pull her closer to adjust our position.

…Is it because she lacks experience? I understand the thought behind climbing onto me, but right now, she’s sitting too far toward my knees.

Just a little more.

Until the stiffened peaks of Seol Da-bin’s nipples, hidden beneath her pitch-black T-shirt, press firmly against my body.

Until her smooth stomach—so different from a man’s—brushes against mine.

Ignoring the hands that try to push me away, I pull her in.

Just a little more.

I tighten my arms around her.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if you hugged me instead? For both of us—you up there, me down here.”

“But… it’s because of you earlier…….”

“It’s fine. Even if we have sex right after the other time, I won’t die from it.”

“Stop joking…! Just give me a minute… Just a little break….”

“Then step aside for now. Until you recover, I’ll go another round with Baek Seo-yeon.”

“…….”

Had I said that to Baek Seo-yeon, who’s been eyeing Da-bin this whole time, she would have squirmed instantly.

But you, Seol Da-bin—even now, all you can manage is rapid blinking.

With just a few short words, I silence Da-bin’s protests, lifting her pale hips before—

“…….”

—burying myself inside her.

Seol Da-bin, eyes tightly shut in embarrassment, locks gazes solely with me.

True to my earlier suggestion, she wraps her arms around my neck—and I embrace her with one arm in return.

…My attention is stolen by Baek Seo-yeon, who silently inches closer from the side.

Slowly.

Slowly, in my own way.

I fill Da-bin’s depths with me.

“…Ahhk, really….”

Unfortunately, this is far from proper sex.

Rather, it’s a position suited for what lovers do—meaning pleasure takes a backseat.

Yet, despite that, Seol Da-bin, who’s already clinging to me with labored breaths,

seems to think differently.

“Does… this… really feel good…? Just… slamming your cock in and out of a pussy…?”

“Yeah.”

“……Asking me something like that… You’re just embarrassing me on purpose….”

Her half-lidded gaze, unlike usual, is thick with pleasure.

Nowhere to be found is the gray-eyed suspicion or irritation that usually clings to her whenever she looks at me.

…As if demanding that Seol Da-bin herself be the only thing I see.

As if she’d immediately interrogate me the moment my eyes stray elsewhere.

“Does… this feel good?”

“…Yeah.”

“Do you… actually like this…? You freak….”

With each deliberate roll of her hips, swallowing me deeper, her sweet breath spills past her lips.

She monopolizes my gaze.

“You’ll like it too. …You really loved it when we did it before.”

Baek Seo-yeon, who’s pressed herself against my back,

her touch, her gaze—

stolen entirely by Seol Da-bin.

All I can perceive of her now is her voice, vibrating against my eardrums.

“…Ah, but honestly, I think you’ll prefer it when he fucks you faster.”

“…But… any faster here would….”

“You’ve had him pound into you before, right? Not like this nudging pressure but fully worked up… until your skin slaps together with loud, wet sounds.”

“…….”

“…Could Da-bin just not know yet? Since you’ve never experienced it?”

“Ngh, I know. …I’ve done it too… I just watched you two earlier….”

When Baek Seo-yeon was with Yozora, she always felt like she was yielding to her.

When she was with Han Soo-ah, it was like she naturally saw her as a sweet younger sister.

But now, with Baek Seo-yeon and Seol Da-bin together, what I feel is

blatant jealousy.

…From the direction of that unmistakably sarcastic voice,

soft, full breasts press lightly against my back.

“Da-bin says she knows, but… have you really done it?”

“…Done what?”

“What else could I mean? …Da-bin, have you ever been fucked like this? The way I have?”

“…….”

“Has your womb ever been so full of cum that letting him pour even more fresh seed inside was all you could do? …Like he did with me?”

“…No.”

“Have you ever dressed up in cosplay just because he liked it?”

“Not yet.”

“Have you ever been kissed so much all night that marks covered your body… till you couldn’t go outside?”

“Haa….”

“Then I suppose you’ve never spent an entire day whispering ‘I love you’ to each other between rounds either, huh?”

“…….”

“But with me… ……we’ve done all that.”

Creak, creak, creak.

Unlike Baek Seo-yeon, who’s busy teasingly whispering behind me, Seol Da-bin’s hips gradually speed up as she clings to me.

Though she’s still unfamiliar with this position—meaning it hardly counts as satisfying sex—

her effort is unmistakable.

In the slick sounds of our skin meeting.

In the sticky strands of arousal stretching between her hips and my thighs every time we part.

In the way you can tell she wants to steal my attention back.

…For a brief moment, my cock disappears entirely inside her, buried to the hilt.

Still, I mingle my breath with this lying girl diligently working to earn affection.

“I love you, Seol Da-bin.”

“…Wh-What?”

“I love you.”

“…O-Oh, thanks….”

“Aren’t you going to say it back?”

“…….”

“Your sunbaenim seems really eager to hear you say it once.”

“…….”

The silence doesn’t last.

Because behind me, Baek Seo-yeon quietly digs her nails into my back, prodding me without a word.

Likewise, the liar in front of me—

“…I love you too. Seo Woojin.”

—responds in a voice so quiet I wouldn’t have heard if I wasn’t straining to listen.

Like an ant speaking, she conveys it word by word.

“What exactly do you love about me?”

“…Shut up, it’s embarrassing…!”

Sharp words, then her lips cover mine.

What follows is a clumsy kiss, inevitable since Da-bin’s gasping too much.

It doesn’t feel particularly good, but I can still feel her effort.

“…….”

…Behind me, the sharp nails digging into my back grow painfully distinct.

“…Haa. Then should I go first? What I love about you.”

“Ngh… How many times do I have to tell you to shut up…?!”

“Taking turns will make it less embarrassing.”

“Even so… Ugh…….”

“First… well. Obviously, I love how pretty you are.”

“…….”

“Your turn, Da-bin.”

“…….”

I gently guide Da-bin’s hips, sitting her down fully atop me.

Maybe because it hits just right—she shudders, tightening around me as our eyes lock.

Those gray eyes, thick with pleasure just moments ago.

They linger on mine for a long while before—

…for some reason, flickering briefly over my shoulder.

With a soft gulp, she speaks.

“…I love that you love me.”

“…That’s kinda humble. Would it be rude to say that?”

“If you thought it was rude, you should’ve asked before saying it. Don’t just— ahhk— blurt it out and then….”

“…….”

“Well, whatever… then I’ll say something rude too…….”

With slight movements atop my thighs, my cock slips partly out from where it had been buried deep inside her.

Small moans punctuate our conversation.

…So quiet even her childhood friend nearby wouldn’t hear.

A sound only I can catch.

That endless hunger for possession hardens me further, gripped tightly within Da-bin as—

—foreheads pressed together, we continue talking.

“…I love that you give me good sex….”

“…….”

“That your cock… reaches… all the way inside…….”

“…….”

“That we can do it… till I pass out….”

“…Didn’t you say you’d only say one rude thing?”

“Actually… thinking about it… ngh… maybe none of that was rude…….”

Da-bin’s hips, pistoning up and down, begin shifting forward and back.

Not just plunging deep inside but grinding that thick head deliberately. Slowly. Slowly.

Probably figured it out naturally from moving on her own.

Catching my breath at the unexpected pleasure, I hold back my release and meet her eyes.

“…Next was the kiss marks, right?”

“…Ah…!”

Since it’s you who’s been pressed against me this whole time—

I playfully press my lips to any random spot lingering on your skin.

…Instead of your neck, which we’d have to erase before leaving, I mark hidden places under clothes.

Proof of ownership in unseen corners.

The kinds of spots those fools pining after you will never see in their lifetimes.

But I can see them whenever. Wherever I want.

“And after this… …cosplay sex?”

“…….”

“You interested?”

“Obviously not…! I mean, nurse costumes… maid outfits… police uniforms… or qipaos… That kinda stuff, right…?”

“You know a lot for someone who claims zero interest.”

“Well, that’s just because those themes show up in… porn… sometimes….”

“…Alright. Then we’ll just—”

“B-But.”

“…….”

“…If you really wanted to see me in them…….”

“…….”

“…I wouldn’t necessarily… refuse to wear them….”

At Da-bin’s increasingly hesitant words, I let out a quiet scoff.

To counter that meek voice shrinking away,

I toss back

the question Baek Seo-yeon posed earlier.

“…Seol Da-bin.”

“…Are you seriously planning to ask that…?”

“Ask what?”

“What your sunbaenim was bragging about… …creampies….”

“…….”

The weight of the word itself might be why silence falls.

The only sound left is Da-bin’s soft whimpers slipping past her lips—and the lewd squelching of wetness between us.

Then, from the quiet where Baek Seo-yeon had been waiting, her voice returns.

“…You can cum in me if you want.”

“…….”

“I don’t love that you got hard from another girl’s pussy… but since it’s your cum anyway—”

“…….”

“—I’ll take it gladly.”

Her expression says it all—what Seol Da-bin’s thinking right now.

But Da-bin doesn’t voice any of it.

I don’t either.

Instead,

my reply takes this form:

“…Ah, Seo Woo…jin….”

Lifting Da-bin, who’d been straddling my thighs, I lay her back onto the bed.

Tangled together in a way that won’t let escape happen—

…no matter how violently I drive into her.

Prying her pale thighs wider, pinning them down with my hands—

I pull out briefly,

align at her entrance—

and slam back in.

“Your answer…… ahhk…… …ngh!”

Squelch, squelch.

Slap, slap.

The bedroom, once filled with nothing but soft sounds,

now echoes just like the living room had earlier.

Thud, thud, thud.

Between ragged breaths, I rut into her hard.

Pinning down Da-bin—who covers half her face while moaning—right in front of Baek Seo-yeon’s watching eyes.

Until sweat saturates the air, I keep fucking Da-bin senseless.

Forcing open clenched walls to scrape my cockhead as I pull out.

Tangling tongues with her as she pants, overwhelmed.

Exchanging breath.

Twisting tongues.

Pinning down the arms trying to hide her face—winding fingers through her hair—letting drool drip between our mouths—until, finally:

“…Seol Da-bin.”

“…I-I get it, okay…?”

“Seol Da-bin.”

“…Just do it already, you fucking… pervert….”

“Seol Da-bin.”

“…Whatever you want… do it….”

“Seol Da-bin.”

“Ngh… Why do you keep calling me…?!”

“…Is it okay if I cum inside?”

“…….”

From Seol Da-bin—

comes the answer.

“…Seo Woojin, you….”

“…….”

“Does it really turn you on that much…? Filling up a taken girl’s pussy…?”

“Yeah. …Since the moment I saw you. Always.”

“……Ah, ngh….”

“…….”

“…….”

“…….”

“……Just for today… …you can creampie me.”

Total count for today alone: eight times.

Baek Seo-yeon’s pristine bedroom now reeks of sweat and cum.

And the consciousnesses of all three of us—

lie in tatters.