episode_0610

*As if deliberately stamping my feet onto the snow to leave memories, I continued to move my hips even after hearing Hayoon’s voice.*

“Dabin-ssi… wait…”

*Stop. You’re too drunk. You’ll regret it.* *Words roughly to that effect came from Seo Woojin beneath me, but I let them go in one ear and out the other.*

Then, holding down Seo Woojin’s arm, which was trying to support my hips from below and stop me—or rather, just make it *look* like he was trying to stop me—I continued thrusting my hips so that the sticky sounds of *thump, thump* wouldn’t cease.

*If I went this far, this wouldn’t look like consensual sex at all.* *It would look like I, drunk, had pounced on Seo Woojin.*

Enduring pleasure that made my skin tingle all over, I diligently moved my hips like a bitch in heat.

*I want to mate. Just a little more, please.* *As if desperately pleading.*

“I love you… I love you… I love you…”

*Was it because she was drunk, or perhaps intoxicated by fatigue?* *Hayoon, who had just woken up, didn’t get angry and ask what we were doing. Instead, even as I gnashed out those words, she only uttered stiff remarks like, “Huh?” “What?” as if she couldn’t properly grasp the situation.*

If I had been in the same situation, I would have reacted much more violently. It was absurdly like Hayoon, even in this situation.

*…Somehow, it now felt like I could truly understand how even Jiyoon ended up in such a relationship.*

Then perhaps there was hope for me too. Even if forgiveness was difficult, understanding might be possible.

*Even if it ended as a one-night happening, it would be better than the worst-case scenario.*

So, as I panted heavily, relentlessly moving my hips, my movements were stopped for the first time.

*This was because Seo Woojin, who had only been *pretending* to stop me until now, truly stopped me.*

…If I wanted to, I could even ignore this and continue to rape him.

“Dabin-ssi… *Huu*… Please stop…”

“……Ugh…”

*Because Seo Woojin lifted my hips, the penis that had been pleasantly scraping inside me with a squishing sound, slid out.*

The moment I slumped onto his thighs, what touched my lower abdomen and twitched was, by all appearances, at its absolute limit, just before ejaculation.

*…The usual Seo Woojin would never have stopped in this state, he would have been busy using me until he was satisfied.* *It seemed he wanted to maintain at least a minimal facade of discretion, rather than show Hayoon a condom full of semen.*

I also thought that would be better.

“……”

“……”

*But it was eerily quiet.* *I’d expected Hayoon to start questioning us about what on earth was going on, or even burst into tears if things went even worse.*

As I leaned against Seo Woojin, catching my breath, not a single word came from Hayoon’s side.

*Even if Jiyoon was quiet because she was pretending to sleep… Hayoon being quiet was strange.* *Perhaps she was so surprised that she fainted or something…*

“……Uh, um… oh…”

“……”

*…She wasn’t quiet for that reason.* *It seemed she was simply too flustered to find words.*

“……”

*Seeing her cover her face with both hands as if embarrassed, only peeking out with her eyes.* *Seeing her stare blankly at us.* *Seeing her finally utter a voice full of panic when our eyes met.*

…Certainly.

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*So, at first, I thought it was a dream.*

It was just my luck that I had fallen asleep after drinking heavily with Dabin, It was just my luck that my brain had short-circuited from the alcohol, It was just my luck that my brain showed me a dream of Dabin and Woojin, who were with me then, It was just my luck that my brain showed me a dream of them having sex.

*Who on earth would think that was real?* *If it were Jiyoon, it would be a regular occurrence, but Dabin was on top of Woojin as if devouring him…*

And they weren’t even hiding; they were doing it right behind me on the sofa, as if time was of the essence, so of course I thought it was a dream.

*But it didn’t take long for reality to set in.* *My thigh, slightly aching as if someone had pinched it.* *The table, cluttered exactly as I had seen it last.* *Jiyoon, sleeping soundly beside me, breathing lightly.*

…And the very blatant… uh… sex sounds… and Dabin, gasping for breath while saying, “I love you, I love you.”

*There were too many strange details to dismiss it as a mere crazy dream.*

“……”

*If this had merely been a common crazy dream, it would have been so much better.* *With the added tipsiness, my head was throbbing.*

How on earth did such a situation come about? …Judging by the words “I love you,” did Dabin pounce on Woojin?

*Recalling their posture just now, it seemed so.* *Honestly, rather than Woojin accidentally using Dabin due to alcohol…*

No matter how I looked at it, Dabin seemed to have forced herself on top of Woojin.

*Moreover, Woojin seemed to have tried his best to stop Dabin…* *And Dabin seemed to have had sex while firmly suppressing Woojin’s resistance…*

So, it seemed the most plausible explanation was that a drunken Dabin had impulsively pounced on Woojin…

“You two… did you really do it?”

“……”

“……”

*It wasn’t a question I truly expected an answer to, but both of them remaining silent was an even clearer answer.*

I, who was trying to compose my disheveled body, tentatively approached Woojin, who was still catching his breath.

“Nuna, that is…”

“It’s okay. …I won’t say anything.”

“……”

“…Ugh… my head…”

*Perhaps because he had just barely escaped Dabin’s embrace, I could see his wet lower half above the pants he was hastily pulling up.*

And, of course, his fully erect penis… and a clumsily applied condom that looked like it had been put on in a hurry.

*The silver lining, if any, was that while he seemed to be struggling, twitching with pleasure, he somehow managed to hold back from ejaculating.*

And Dabin, who had moved aside right next to Woojin, was in a similar state. The fact that she wasn’t wearing pants, or that her panties were pulled to the side, was already damning, but near her tightly closed thighs, presumably from embarrassment at being caught, there was plenty of slippery vaginal fluid, its source obvious.

*At this rate, there was no room for denial.* *She was even caught in the act, her skin pounding against his just moments before…*

“…So you really did it…”

*Confirmed, no need to see more.* *I let out a short sigh toward the two of them, then fell silent for a moment.*

To think I’d witness my close friend having sex with my boyfriend… Technically, this was more realistic than the three of us having sex together, including my younger sister…

*Haaah…*

…What I really wanted to know was, how did this happen? Could Dabin have had a crush on Woojin all along? But there had been no hint of it until now, had there?

*The only thing that concerned me was that Woojin had met Dabin a few times recently to comfort her… Kkeung…*

“So, um, first, what should we do about this…?”

*There were too many unresolved issues to simply dismiss it as an accident caused by alcohol.* *It seemed like a situation where we really needed to hear each other’s stories.*

Therefore, I paused my chaotic deductions and decided to first deal with the condom still on Woojin’s penis. I was in such a terrible physical state that I didn’t have many options for thinking hard.

*I had often taken off condoms full of semen, but this was my first time taking off a condom that was merely soiled with vaginal fluid.*

And it wasn’t even Jiyoon’s vaginal fluid this time; it was a condom messy with Dabin’s vaginal fluid.

*Because of this, for a moment, I wondered if I should wipe it a little before doing it, but…*

“……It’s so wet… I mean, so slippery…”

“……”

*In the end, I simply grabbed the condom with my fingertips and began to gently pull it off.*

…Woojin’s still hard and swollen penis, The slippery lubricant of the condom, My friend’s vaginal fluid, all felt at once, In this suffocating embarrassment.

*Slowly.*

Anyway, embarrassment aside, I thought it was right to resolve this quietly. Because if Jiyoon, who was soundly asleep over there, were to see this scene, I had no idea how I would handle it.

*For now, quietly.* *Let’s at least quietly confirm what happened.*

With that in mind, I asked.

“……Did Dabin pounce on him?”

“……”

“……”

*At first, neither of them said anything.* *But as time passed, Woojin, looking disheveled in various ways, sighed deeply and nodded.*

…Dabin, who was watching right next to him, didn’t contradict him either.

“How… how did this happen? I heard something earlier… like ‘I love you’…”

“……”

“……”

*This was the same.* *At first, neither of them said anything.*

The three of us, including myself, merely glanced at each other, gauging reactions.

*Still, this answer came faster than the first question.*

“…I fell for the way he meticulously took care of even the smallest things…”

“Taking care of… then when you were being comforted by him this time…”

“Yes… So, while you were sleeping, I secretly… Oh, I, of course, know it’s a bad thing to do, but…”

“……”

“…I guess I just couldn’t hold back…”

“……”

*And it was exactly the answer I had expected.*

“I see… Hmm…”

*Having briefly heard the story, I sat next to Woojin and let out a troubled groan.*

I had often heard from my friends, the armchair romance experts, that the triggers for crushes could be simple.

*Besides, Dabin had broken up with her boyfriend in a really… bad way, hadn’t she?*

So, Woojin, comforting her warmly by her side, must have seemed even more significant to her.

*I could roughly imagine what kind of process had occurred between the two of them.*

Moreover, I had seen Jiyoon’s case, hadn’t I? Woojin had treated not only me but also my younger sister, Jiyoon, very well in many ways…

*I roughly knew from that incident that you couldn’t help how your heart felt.*

But even so, Dabin’s case… No matter how desperate the scene I just witnessed seemed… They were ultimately strangers…

“I’m sorry, Nuna. I should have stopped her more firmly.”

“…No, it’s not. From the start, it was practically me raping him…”

“……”

*What could be understood and what could be permitted,* *Were distinctly different.*

“……”

*Woojin, who was covering his crotch with his hand, perhaps conscious of Dabin.* *…Woojin, who was struggling to endure the intense stimulation he had received, yet unable to relieve his sexual urges.* *Woojin, whose pants bulged conspicuously.*

I considered moving Woojin far away from Dabin, as if moving a large teddy bear.

“……Dabin-ah.”

“Oh, yes.”

*If I forcibly separated the two of them like this, wouldn’t they just try to do it secretly somewhere else?* *And it was especially concerning because Jiyoon, even after being allowed, still tried to do it secretly.*

As Jiyoon mentioned during the massage earlier, because of Dabin’s figure… …As a woman, that was also a bit worrying.

*And I was currently in a difficult physical state to relieve Woojin’s sexual urges myself.*

“……”

*A glance.*

After taking one last look at Jiyoon, who was still soundly asleep over there, I lowered my voice so only the two of them could hear.

“…So, can you really be satisfied with just one time…?”

“…What?”

“Of course, we’d have to hear Woojin’s opinion too, but…”

“W-wait a minute… What does that mean…”

“…Can you be satisfied with having sex with Woojin just once today?”