episode_0583

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“…So she asked you to take photos to see which body would excite you more?”

“What do you think she meant by that?”

“Hmm…”

She asked me a similar question yesterday, and now she said something like that to Seol Da-bin.

Since words alone aren’t convincing, maybe this time she wants to compare photos directly.

After rolling the thought around in my head for a moment, instead of answering, I first closed the front door that had been left open.

According to Seol Da-bin, Lee Ji-yoon, whom she met at the office today, made this request.

Photos. Specifically, photos of my fully erect cock.

The reason? She was curious about which one would excite her more during sex.

My honest thought was, “I’d be happy with any of you,” but…

Lee Ji-yoon probably wouldn’t care much for such an egalitarian opinion.

More likely, she wants to definitively rank the women against each other.

Given that she’s still acting like this after yesterday, it definitely feels that way.

No wonder.

Even though I deliberately said something nice to her yesterday, her reaction was lukewarm. But when I asked if she was bothered by her senior, she reacted immediately. So that’s where the subtle difference was.

Words can be lies, after all.

She probably wanted something more concrete than a simple “I like you more.”

Seol Da-bin, who had taken off her shoes first, asked again.

“What do you think she meant? Do you have any guesses? Or do you not know?”

“I think she meant it literally.”

“Literally?”

“You just said it yourself—she asked because she’s curious about which body excites her more, right?”

“…And?”

“And what? It literally means she wants to see who she gets more turned on by during sex.”

“Umm…”

In other words, I get it now.

Rather than developing into a close, comfortable relationship like the ones I’ve had with Yozora, Baek Seo-yeon, or Han Sua, this is more likely to be a tense dynamic where they’re constantly sizing each other up.

It’s a little different from the ideal scenario I’d hoped for, but…

At least they’re not fighting viciously enough to ruin the friendship.

It’s just Lee Ji-yoon being sulky, that’s all.

In the end, what we had to do was already decided.

“…Are you going to do it right now? Seol Da-bin?”

“…After resting for a bit.”

583

“…Hey, do you do this with Ha-yun too?”

“Often.”

“Sharing the same blanket.”

“Yeah.”

“Sitting under the blanket, laughing and chatting. …Looking at stuff on your phones together.”

“Yeah.”

“Since you’re under the same blanket, you casually pull her close too.”

“Yeah.”

“…I don’t really want to know this, but… you press your erection against my butt.”

“Yeah.”

“And eventually, you end up groping her breasts over her clothes… things like that?”

“Yeah.”

“…Are you bragging? About that.”

“It’s not something I need to hide. I don’t remember bragging, though.”

“…Well, I guess not, but…”

“Anyway, …let’s get started. It’s getting late.”

“…Fine.”

Apparently, the weather was cold today, and she’d been dragged around a lot.

So both Seol Da-bin and I changed into comfortable clothes and took a short break.

But since we had something to do today, we couldn’t stay like this forever.

Pushing aside my reluctance, I pulled the blanket away.

Seol Da-bin, who had hung her thick coat nearby, was now just in a plain white knit sweater.

The slightly loose sleeves covered the back of her hands, and the wrinkles on one side were probably from me touching her earlier.

I would’ve liked to spend more time fondling her breasts like before,

but I’ll save that for another time.

I quietly handed my smartphone to Seol Da-bin, who had been silent.

“All we have to do is take the photo and send it to Ji-yoon, right?”

“…That’s what I remember, at least…”

“It’s not a weird request, so we can get it over with quickly.”

“……”

‘Take a photo of your erect cock and send it.’

No matter how I think about it, it’s not a difficult task. In fact, it’s very easy.

And it seems Seol Da-bin, nodding quietly, thinks the same.

So I stepped away from the bed for a moment and removed my cumbersome clothes.

Just exposing my cock so it could be photographed.

So Seol Da-bin could take the photo with the phone in her hand and be done with it.

And so we could spend the remaining time on more enjoyable activities.

…Or so I thought.

“…Hey, Seo Woo-jin.”

“Yeah?”

“Um… …well…”

“If you called me, say it. What?”

“…I was thinking… maybe you could get… harder than this…?”

Seol Da-bin, who had been holding up her phone as if to take the photo, suddenly changed her mind.

…And I, watching her, quietly lowered my voice to avoid disturbing the neighbors.

“Is this because you want to beat Ji-yoon?”

“N-No, it’s not that… It’s just that instead of sending a half-hearted photo of your cock, it’d be better to send one where you’re fully… hard…”

“…Ah, so Ji-yoon would be satisfied whether she wins or loses. That’s what you mean?”

“…Yes.”

That makes sense.

If she receives a photo that looks deliberately half-hearted, given Lee Ji-yoon’s personality, she’d definitely question whether it was genuine.

But since “genuine” is a vague term, I figured just getting hard enough would suffice—until my eyes landed on Seol Da-bin’s chest. The silhouette of her breasts wrapped in that knit sweater.

Meanwhile, Seol Da-bin, who had been silently watching me, cautiously spoke up.

“Should I… use my hands…?”

“Stroke me?”

“…If you don’t want it, say no. If you do, answer quickly.”

No reason to refuse.

“I’d love it if you do it.”

“…Then sit at the edge. It’ll be easier to position myself.”

Following her instructions, I sat at the foot of the bed, and she crawled over before carefully positioning herself on the floor in front of me.

Kneeling quietly, she took a familiar stance—one she’d used many times before.

“…I’ll start.”

A brief, clipped voice.

With that, Seol Da-bin’s fingers wrapped around my cock and began gently stroking the surface.

From the swollen glans to the base where veins were starting to bulge.

Her pale fingers, stark against the darker shade of my cock.

Slowly. Thoroughly.

Occasionally glancing up at me.

Then a little faster.

“……”

“……”

The speed was far from enough to push me over the edge,

but it was just right for building arousal.

As pointless thoughts tickled my mind,

enough blood had rushed down that my cock twitched on its own, so I tried to stop her.

“…Let’s stop and just take the photo. This should be enough.”

“…I don’t know. It’s still…”

Ignoring my attempts to nudge her hand away,

…my not-yet-fully-hard cock trembled in her grip.

Eventually, clear pre-cum began stringing stickily between us.

“…Just take it. Hurry.”

“……”

Was she satisfied now? Seol Da-bin didn’t keep stroking.

But she didn’t take the photo either.

Just kneeling there, staring.

Parting her lips slightly before pressing them shut.

…Then, instead of looking at my cock, she looked up at me.

And said one thing.

“…Wouldn’t it be better to take a… sexier photo?”

Her tongue flicked out slightly as she asked.

“…What do you mean?”

“Well… maybe covering it in spit.”

“Saliva… Yeah, not a bad idea… —Hey, wait…”

Before I could finish, Seol Da-bin’s tongue lightly traced the underside of my cock.

Not just licking—she took the glans into her mouth, continuing to lap at it.

…Thanks to that, pleasure shot through me, making my glans tingle, but I didn’t care.

It’s not like this would last forever.

If I just lightly pushed her head down…

…she’d get the idea.

Like this.

As she began taking me deeper.

“…Nngh, …hah, …hng…”

Glancing to the side, I saw Seol Da-bin’s phone.

Grabbing it, I held down the camera icon in the bottom right corner.

…Maybe that’s why. Normally, Seol Da-bin would frown and refuse, but today was different.

Like now—peeking at the camera lens while flicking the tip of my cock with her tongue.

She’d never do this if the phone were mine.

But since it was her own, properly locked,

whether the photos or videos I took stayed or got deleted was up to her.

Click, click, click, click.

After snapping several shots of Seol Da-bin’s flushed, saliva-slicked face, I handed the phone back.

“…What if we send this to Ji-yoon as is?”

“Pfft… Not even if the sky splits in two.”

“Why? The photos turned out pretty well.”

“Ji-yoon asked for a photo of your… cock, not my face. And besides…”

“And besides?”

“…I thought of a way to make the photos even sexier.”

“…What way?”

“…Just, you know…”

“……”

“…What if it was covered in… my juices?”