episode_0609

Looking back, I had only ever been swayed by Seo Woojin; I had never once taken the initiative in anything. This applied to our usual daily relationship, and also to the time I had kept secret from Hayoon until now. I was always dragged along by whatever Seo Woojin wanted, and each time, I thought it was natural, never once feeling it was strange. That’s why this current situation felt extremely awkward.

“…Do you use this sofa often?” “I guess so. Sometimes we watch TV together, and also…” “…You use it when you have sex with Hayoon too, right?” “…Yeah.”

I was directly on top of Seo Woojin by my own will. So Seo Woojin was looking up at me, and I was looking down at him, gulping. …Because it was the complete opposite of the scene where, whenever he wanted, I would occasionally press his penis firmly against my chest.

“Hmm… I made the suggestion myself, but actually doing it feels a bit embarrassing.” “If you can’t do it, just get off. Before Lee Hayoon wakes up.” “…I said I was embarrassed; I never said I couldn’t do it.”

The plan was roughly this: I, drunk, would pounce on Seo Woojin, and Hayoon would see it in her half-asleep state. Of course, “half-asleep” was just a word; Jiyoon, who was right next to her, was supposed to pretend to be asleep and then wake Hayoon up… Anyway, this definitely seemed better than revealing the story of what actually happened between us for the past half-year.

This could be a trite story about how I was comforted by Seo Woojin over the past few days and gradually fell for him, But in reality, I had merely fallen for the sweet sex with Seo Woojin.

This could at least serve as an excuse that I made a mistake while Hayoon was asleep because I was completely drunk, But in reality, I had plenty of memories of moaning eagerly on Seo Woojin’s penis while completely sober.

This is a story where I end up being the bad girl, But in reality, it’s a story where Seo Woojin is trash among trash. And that, Would also put me in a difficult position.

“…I’m going to have you, so stay still.”

After actually bringing one of the many condom packs from Hayoon’s room, I sat astride him, who was sitting too comfortably on the sofa to be a rape victim, and first took off my pants, which had been uncomfortably wet. …Because my panties were annoyingly wet because of you. The feeling was very unpleasant.

“Hmm. Just watching from the side… feels a bit…” Leaving Jiyoon, who briefly grumbled from the table, behind, I peeled off Seo Woojin’s clothes, layer by layer. From now on, I had to be in the act of assaulting Seo Woojin, so it would be fine even if Hayoon woke up at any moment.

Fortunately, I had often taken off men’s pants. Moreover, they weren’t particularly different from women’s, so it was simply a matter of overcoming the awkwardness of undressing someone else. Therefore, I easily took off Seo Woojin’s dark-colored pants. …He was so cooperative, even though he was supposedly being raped by a woman.

“…Ugh…” Next, I myself pushed aside my panties, which were wet and clinging to my skin. …Seo Woojin wasn’t hard yet. But I knew well how to arouse this pervert.

“…” The condom was ready right beside us. Holding my breath, I finally grabbed his half-erect penis. It was too embarrassing to look at Seo Woojin’s face in this situation, so I layered myself over him as if embracing him.

…Up and down, gently. Pressing, pressing. It was too painstakingly thorough for a forced assault; I waited for him to harden. But perhaps the stimulation wasn’t enough, as it didn’t easily get bigger.

Usually, he gets hard just from touching my breasts… so is it because it’s just my hand now that it’s not satisfying enough? But now that I think about it, my breasts are also pressed firmly against Seo Woojin’s embrace. Of course, it would be different from touching with a hand directly…, but honestly, I don’t think it would be much different.

It’s the same even if I switch positions. What I’m holding in my hand right now—my personal preference is when he fills me completely, thrusting in without mercy, but also: Diligently stimulating me with his lips and tongue, searching for Seo Woojin’s favorite spots. Staring as it sticks out, far too big to be contained even when squeezed between my breasts. And, what was it, “titty-pussy”… or something like that. Seo Woojin, aroused, thrusting his erect penis in hard in that state. Whatever he did, I felt good.

However, Seo Woojin seemed a little different from me, So I kept his penis between my fingers and asked.

“…Hey, Seo Woojin-ssi.” “What.” “…Well, you need to get an erection… so I can have you…”

I could insert it even in this half-hearted state… But it would literally just be ‘I can insert it,’ that’s all. …Since we’re doing it anyway, it’s better to do it with pleasure than to leave regrets.

“Sorry, but I’m a one-woman man for Hayoon Noona.” “Ugh, what are you talking about now… Stop joking and just get an erection…”

But Seo Woojin just played mischievous jokes and snickered. He’s a man with plenty of sex partners, and yet he claims to be devoted only to Hayoon. That’s the kind of story that might excite Jiyoon, who’s listening over there, but for me, who’s about to have you right now…

“…You want to have me too, don’t you…?” “…” “You’re always thrusting into my pussy with an erection that feels like it’s about to burst, yet…” “…” “Stop joking and just get your penis hard…”

Because it was pointless talk. I whispered a lot of embarrassing words into his ear to make him want to do it, then tore open a condom wrapper that looked like a large vitamin. …Because today was a dangerous day to do it raw. Of course, in a situation where I “hid and hid it, then got drunk and pounced,” it would probably be more natural to not care about things like condoms at all.

“…Idiot. If you have sex while having that kind of conversation, it won’t look like an assault. …It’ll just look like common consensual sex.” “She’s still asleep, though. …Hayoon.” “There’s no guarantee she’ll only wake up when Jiyoon wakes her. Don’t you think it’s a bit off, even after saying it yourself?”

“…” He had a point. If I was going to act, it was right to fully immerse myself. Moreover, since this was a situation where I was *intentionally* trying to get caught by Hayoon, it would be best to make it absolutely certain.

“…So, should I really do it like a rape?” “…I’ll try my best to hold back any laughter from the funny parts, so go ahead.” “What’s so funny about it… Dammit…”

…In that case, perhaps. It would be best to gradually change things, starting with this.

“…” Instead of being layered on top as if embracing him, too embarrassed to look at Seo Woojin, like this: Pushing annoying strands of hair behind my ear.

“…, Mmm…” …As if I had always wanted to kiss like this. Awkwardly yet lustfully. I seemed to layer my lips over his.

“…Heh…, Mmm-hmm…” I tried to naturally intertwine our tongues, but Seo Woojin didn’t allow it… It probably just ended with a few licks of his lips. Because this idiotic, foolish pervert is a self-proclaimed one-woman man for Hayoon.

Despite having sprayed semen on some senior who looked as pretty as an idol. On some junior who was as pretty as an older sister. …And even on his plain girlfriend’s friend. Because he’s a man who claims to be devoted only to Hayoon.

“Phew… I like you… I like you!” And if it were “a girl who fell for a man she shouldn’t have,” she would have probably blurted out words like these under the excuse of being completely drunk. She would have been as desperate as a girl who unexpectedly encountered a shooting star.

“Hayoon and Jiyoon are sleeping right now… If only we keep our mouths shut, no one will know, right?” “…What about leaving traces?” “I can just clean it quickly…” “…What about the condom filled with semen?” “I can just bury it deep in the trash can…” “…Then what if Hayoon Noona just wakes up?” “…I can just say I forcibly had you, can’t I?” “…” “Because I’m… stronger than you. You couldn’t push me off.”

She would have created a convenient path to evade responsibility, just to seize the opportunity. You just need to feel good using my body. Even if we get caught, you can shift all the blame onto me. It’s not your fault at all. So, I want to do it. I want to have sex with you. I want to create a secret just for you and me, that no one else knows. She would say.

“…Haa…” Of course, that doesn’t mean that a man who immediately gets his penis hard like you…

“…I’ll put the condom on.” …I wonder if there are many like him…? I wonder if everyone reacts this way when a girl begs for sex…? If so, then our secret ‘rape’ now might not be anything particularly special. Perhaps such secrets are more common among friends than I thought.

“…Ugh… Haa…” Putting myself under absurd self-hypnosis, With a much more relaxed heart.

I took in Seo Woojin’s penis.

“…I won’t say that I want to keep meeting you afterward… Ugh… just for today…” Even though we had already met plenty. Even though we had sex plenty, and even left behind videos.

Pressing firmly, I accepted Seo Woojin’s penis as deeply as possible, moving my hips to churn inside him. …While not feeling particularly sorry to Hayoon just for having sex, I put in feelings of feigned apology. While not truly desperate for just this one day, I put in feelings of feigned desperation.

In the pitch-black early morning, The squelching sound of vaginal fluid broke the silence.

“Even your hand, which is just staying still… firmly grab my waist… like a… girlfriend…” “…” “Or you can just use me like a tool… like a disposable item…”

What caught my eye in the midst of this was Seo Woojin’s hand, which, unlike usual, was merely resting on the sofa. I gently snatched it and forcibly wrapped it around my waist. …Receiving Seo Woojin’s penis, which seemed to have grown a little larger, as deeply as possible. I offered up my weakness, which he had taught me.

“I like you… I like you… I like you…” A place that a childhood friend would probably never reach in a lifetime. A place that Seo Woojin could reach no matter what, making it not even worth caring about. That deep and secret place, by myself.

To crush. To mash. To squish.

So that the mere squelching sound of vaginal fluid Would change into a vulgar sound, like thrusting into an onahole.

…So that even the moans I was barely holding back, Would escape with my feverish breaths.

For an even more natural performance, As if I had become a girl for whom this was truly sincere. …Immersing myself. I sank deep into the sticky heat.

“…Huh…?” Even though I heard Hayoon’s hazy voice, still very drunk.

Without even thinking of looking back there. I continued. …Continued.