episode_0614

These idiots, they all got drunk without even knowing their own limits… What are the four of us even doing?

“…But, Jiyoon… are you really going to watch from the side too…?” “Hmm… like a referee? Something like that…?” “Why do we even need a referee for something like this…” “What’s the big deal? Besides, I’ve seen Unnie and Seo Woojin have sex countless times. It doesn’t matter if I watch, does it?” “That’s a ridiculous excuse…” “…Hayoon is really open at home too…” “Ah, I’m not…! It’s just… isn’t everyone similar…? Honestly, it’s just normal…” “Ah, Sunbae-nim. You don’t know how my Unnie acts with her boyfriend at home, do you? There’s literally the smell of copulation all day, from the bedroom to the living room…” “Hey…!!” “Especially on weekends, it’s just sex, nothing but sleeping… Ah, or do you know him as a sex partner?” Does it make sense for me to have sex with Woojin in front of Dabin’s eyes? Does it make sense for Jiyoon to be right next to us, watching along? …And even in this situation, can you believe Woojin’s dick is already rock hard?

It seemed much more likely to believe this act was a dream rather than reality. I have such stupid, nonsensical dreams about once a week anyway. It’s quite plausible that I drank with them, fell asleep, and then got caught up in a nightmare of epic proportions.

But regrettably, the warm breeze passing between my thighs was frustratingly realistic. It was felt because Woojin was close to me. This warm breath.

“Woojin… Ah… You don’t… really need to… do that…” “…You weren’t very wet to start right away.” “Still… a finger, or something…” “But Unnie likes it this way the most.” “No… as you said, I do like it the most… but… Hnngh?!”

I pushed Woojin’s head away with both hands while speaking, but it was no use. As if he intended to continue until I genuinely pushed him away, Woojin casually brought his lips to my clitoris.

Perhaps it was because my senses were dulled by alcohol. Or perhaps I’d just grown accustomed to doing this with Woojin. With just that, there was nothing particularly special. I felt like something lewd was happening, but it was hard to feel much pleasure.

But as Woojin’s tongue began to touch my skin after his lips, genuinely embarrassing sounds squeaked out of my throat. In truth, if you consider it, it was just a wet body part tickling my vaginal opening, but because Woojin was doing it, it became something that couldn’t be simply explained away like that.

“Ugh… don’t lick… too much…” Moreover, as Woojin’s tongue, slightly pulled back, licked over the cleft, the pleasure I’d learned from Woojin over the past year sent shivers down my spine. There was no time to be flustered. As Woojin held my body tightly and gently licked my clitoris with quick flicks, my mind turned blank with a pleasure that didn’t just end with tingling. Because of this, I ended up raising my hips and panting in an ungraceful position, but he didn’t stop his tongue. On the contrary, as if thinking ‘She must like this,’ he held my trembling hips tightly and just tapped his tongue against my clitoris.

Furthermore, my friend and younger sister even helped from the side, making it easier and better to do this.

“Sunbae-nim, could you… support Unnie’s back here? It seems you’re stronger than me…” “Me…?” “Dabin, you don’t have to… Hey, wait… Ugh…” “Yes, yes. I think it would be enough to just hold her from behind. So she doesn’t get pushed back.” “Hmm… That much…” “It’s fine, I’m telling you… Woojin, you too, just a little… slower…”

Perhaps my constant attempts to pull my body back bothered them. As Dabin supported my back as Jiyoon requested, there was nowhere left to escape the stimulation. All I could do was gasp out moans between my lips as Woojin assaulted my clitoris. I pushed Woojin’s head, begging him to stop for a moment, but it was futile. From a certain point, all I could do was meekly raise my hands and pant with little whimpers.

The more I did, the more excited Woojin seemed to get; far from stopping, he stubbornly licked my clitoris again and again. As if his sole purpose was to make me climax no matter what.

…No, come to think of it, Woojin’s always had that goal. That’s what I always wanted from Woojin too. Except for Dabin supporting my back, it was the same as what we usually did. It was just so embarrassing to be showing this to others. I felt like I was going to die.

“Not there… Don’t do that… No… Stop…” Ultimately, tilting my head back towards the ceiling and gasping, I instinctively struggled to form words like ‘no’ or ‘stop’ with my mouth. Even good feelings can kill you if they accumulate too excessively. If you eat too many sweets, your teeth will eventually rot, won’t they? This is the same. My mind is filled with nothing but pleasure like ‘I love you,’ ‘I like you,’ ‘love me more,’ so I feel like I’m going to become a fool at this rate.

If he were a little clumsy, it might be different, but I hate that Woojin knows all my weaknesses. I hate that I feel like I’m going to die from too much pleasure because of you. Step by step, I hate that you make my vagina clench tightly with a pleasure that is familiar yet impossible to adapt to. I hate that you make sticky arousal fluid ooze out of the cleft that was dry just moments ago.

“Hee… ugh, ah… no… I’m going to… come… I’m coming, I’m coming… Coming, coming…” “Unnie seems really pleased right now, doesn’t she?” “She… does…” “Ah, Sunbae-nim, look? When Unnie is like this… if you just slightly do this…” “Hey…! You cra…zy…” “See? Her reaction is really good, right?” “…Mhm.”

And Jiyoon, I hate you too. I hate you for teasing my nipples by circling them over my clothes, as if telling Dabin to watch. I also hate that you touch me in a way that’s similar to how I… masturbate. And I hate that because someone else is doing it, it feels so much better than when I do it myself.

…After being teased and teased, just when it feels like it’s about to be incredibly good. I hate that you happen to pinch with force right then. And I hate doing this in front of Dabin. If this happens, Dabin will find out too. She’ll realize to some extent what the three of us do when we’re at home, you idiot.

…So.

“Unnie getting so aroused she’s drooling… I haven’t seen that in a long time either.” “…” “…Ah, that was a slip of the tongue. A slip of the tongue. Please pretend you didn’t hear that.”

The outcome was decided.

“Aah, hah… ah… ahh…” “No.” “Stop.” “Don’t.” “Enough.” “I’m going to come.”

Just a few minutes of gasping out words like these. In that short time, I reached an ungraceful climax, my hips shaking as I gushed out arousal fluid in spurts. The sound of liquid pattering onto the bed, as if I were peeing, also thumped against my eardrums again and again.

“Heek… heh… hee…” At the same time, it seemed I heard something from Jiyoon, but I didn’t know what she said, nor did I have a way to answer. My chest was heaving so rapidly, all for the air needed to catch my breath. Still, I could guess. If it was like usual, she was probably asking if I was okay. Or if I wanted water. I wasn’t sure, but I managed to nod my head.

“Haaah… hah…” As my breathing became a little easier, other things finally started to come into view. One of them was Dabin’s reaction. Was it because she was drunk? Her reaction to Jiyoon’s blatant slip of the tongue, accepting it without question, and the fact that she said nothing despite me unknowingly pressing on Dabin’s breasts with the back of my head this whole time. These two things.

I didn’t know when her underwear came off, but they were incredibly soft and felt good… Unlike me, Dabin probably felt a bit of pain rather than pleasure. Hmm. It probably wasn’t because Dabin’s breasts were big. Breasts just hurt when you press them hard. It would be easier to understand if you knew it’s the same for any body part you press.

Then what’s the reason? Is it simply hard for her to speak up? Or has she sobered up a bit and is speechless at this ridiculous situation… Or perhaps, on the contrary, she thinks it’s a very strange dream…

“Dabin… just a moment… I don’t have any strength right now…” Honestly, I hope it’s the former. I’d rather she was completely wasted and forgot everything that happened today. Woojin probably has a high alcohol tolerance and can’t help but remember, but even if we consider that unavoidable. How wonderful would it be if this could end as just a one-night mistake remembered only by Woojin and me?

The thought lasted only a moment. My mind calmed a little, and I was finally able to squirm out of Dabin’s embrace.

“…” And so, I could finally see it. Dabin’s face, right now.

“…Hayoon. Um… are you really… okay…?” “…Hm? Oh, I’m okay now. There’s still a little tingling left, but anyway, why?” “Not your physical state… that…” Her face, flushed red from her cheeks to her ears, probably because of how I looked just now, Dabin’s face.

“…Because you nodded earlier…” “Earlier, you mean…” “When Jiyoon asked if Woojin-ssi should help him release as much semen as possible…?” “…” “…Your sister. She’s already stroking Woojin-ssi’s dick with her hand…” Who was secretly stroking Woojin’s dick right behind me. Was it really because she was drunk? She was smiling more than usual when our eyes met. Jiyoon’s face too.