Da-bin-ah, Oppa’s Hurting (Branch Point 01)

The hotel room was bathed in soft, languid lighting. Though spacious and relaxed, the air right now was thick, densely packed with a sticky tension.

I had laid Da-bin down on the bed, and Park Jun-seo was giving her a massage. He'd started by loosening her up with a foot massage, but now he was using his whole body for it.

Even using his elbows and knees stayed within the realm of a normal massage... but he'd gone further than that.

He was rubbing his crotch right up against Da-bin's body. The front of his pants was bulging obscenely.

Da-bin had her eyes closed, brows furrowed tightly, silently enduring his actions. Every time Jun-seo moved up ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and down, she let out faint breaths.

Was Da-bin actually feeling it from what Jun-seo was doing...?

I tried to check her pussy. But with that bastard Jun-seo hovering near her thighs, I couldn't see properly.

I craned my neck, shifting my angle. He caught on to my intent right away and slyly twisted his body aside.

Quick on the uptake, that guy. But even then, Da-bin's pussy still wasn't fully in view. The angle just didn't allow it.

Jun-seo kept glancing at my face, eyes like he was reading my mind... then he grabbed her thighs and spread them slightly.

That action hit me with an even stronger wave of depravity. Finally, I could see Da-bin's pussy. Her plump, resilient ass cheeks rose enticingly. I could imagine the slit beneath them in my mind.

But she was wearing black dolphin pants, so I couldn't visually confirm if she was wet.

Maybe I'd gotten my hopes up too much, remembering how much her body used to leak... A flicker of disappointment passed through me in that instant.

Irritated by this bastard defiling Da-bin's body... and yet... I was the one seeking ever greater stimulation.

The Jun-seo bastard who'd opened the angle for me to see Da-bin's pussy switched positions again. He stopped grinding his crotch and went back to massaging her body properly.

His return to normalcy left me with a deflated sense of disappointment. But... only for a moment.

Jun-seo opened his mouth.

"Ha... Da-bin-ah. Oppa’s hurting."

"Ha... Da-bin-ah. Oppa’s hurting."

Park Jun-seo whispered it toward Da-bin. She seemed to sink into thought upon hearing him, staying silent on her stomach. Her ears were already flushed bright red, practically bursting.

Da-bin must have caught his intent. But she didn't jump to conclusions, confirming once more. Her small lips trembled.

"Jun-seo oppa... If you're hurting, you can stop..."

Jun-seo managed his expression at her reply. It leaned more positive than negative. That bastard... he found ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her reaction as cute as I did.

After glancing at me, Jun-seo answered her.

"No, Da-bin-ah. It's down there that's hurting so bad..."

"..."

"Da-bin-ah. Can you help oppa out?"

"..."

"Da-bin-ah?"

"Jun... Jun-seo oppa..."

"Da-bin-ah. It's okay. Do-yoon gave permission."

"..."

Da-bin, face down with eyes shut, kept blushing furiously. Expecting her to take the initiative from here was unrealistic. She'd already come this far at my request—that was praiseworthy enough. Now I had to step in and push her back to make it progress.

I'd been quiet until then, but spoke to Da-bin.

"Da-bin-ah. Jun-seo looks like he's hurting bad. You can help him out with your hand, right?"

"O... Oppa."

"Da-bin-ah. Oppa’s really okay with it."

"..."

Da-bin kept hesitating. Netorase was always toughest at the start, as expected.

I shot Jun-seo a look and stood up. A signal that I'd handle it directly. It was also a deliberate move to keep netorase control from that bastard.

I approached Da-bin and slipped my hands under her shoulders, lifting her up.

"Up! Up!"

"O... Oppa! Wha... what!!"

She covered her face with both hands, mortified. That only stirred my sadism.

"Da-bin-ah. Just do Jun-seo once."

"Oppa... really...?"

With my kickstart, Jun-seo joined in helping.

"Da-bin-ah. Save oppa just once."

"Jun-seo oppa..."

"Da-bin-ah."

In the end, Da-bin succumbed to our pincer attack.

Silence filled the hotel room. The sound of skin slapping flesh stirred primal instincts.

Slap! Slap!

I sat in a chair across the room, listening to it. Watching Da-bin give Park Jun-seo a handjob.

His penis looked a full grade or two bigger than mine... Da-bin, embarrassed, kept her eyes down, avoiding a straight look at the bastard's dick.

But even in her shame, she moved her arm purposefully, stroking to make him cum.

This was the first time seeing Da-bin jerk off another guy right in front of me. Back in the first loop when she did Oh Han-gu, it had been semi-forced. This time, it was half-willing, half-reluctant—a different texture entirely.

And so... I was thrilling with a depravity too intense to handle.

Sweat beaded across Da-bin's body as she worked Jun-seo. Was her body heating up too...?

I wanted to pounce on her right then, check her panties—but I suppressed the urge. Kept my hands off my dick too.

Save the cum for the netorase report after she finished his handjob.

Da-bin knelt, arms straining. But despite her efforts, I saw no signs of him cumming.

Finally, Jun-seo spoke to her.

"Da-bin-ah. Spit on it a bit."

Da-bin looked at him in flustered surprise. Fair enough—I'd never even asked her for that.

She'd always been squeamish about oral stuff, so I'd never requested anything related.

Of course she'd refuse...!

!!!

Da-bin... was gathering spit in her mouth and dripping it onto Jun-seo's dick.

Clear saliva falling from her lips. The stringy, translucent drool bubbled slightly midway.

A thick glob stretched long before hitting his glans tip.

Confirming her spit landed properly, Da-bin turned to check my face.

Was her face always this seductive? I must have looked uncontrollably aroused right now.

Sensing that... she turned back to Jun-seo's dick.

And... smeared her own saliva all over his shaft.

She started stroking again. Her spit mixed with his cock meat, producing lewd sounds.

Squelch! Squelch!

The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bastard furrowed his brows, marveling at the slick sensation her saliva provided.

Without a word, he placed a hand on her crown, slowly petting her hair. Like praising a good girl.

A move she'd never done for me—I felt a twinge of betrayal as my hand went to my dick.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

The handjob sounds assaulted my eardrums nonstop. But Jun-seo still wasn't cumming.

Was he holding back...? Or did that bastard naturally have great stamina...?

Probably the latter. With women lining up, it had to be honed.

So... had I picked the right netorase partner? Wasn't he too high-class...?

Too soon to be sure.

Da-bin's face showed fatigue from the prolonged stroking. Her shoulders trembled faintly. Short, low breaths.

She was wearing down. Finally, Jun-seo ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠spoke again.

"Da-bin-ah..."

"..."

Da-bin looked up at him wordlessly. Their eyes met.

Silence hung briefly.

Then it came from that Park Jun-seo bastard's mouth.

"Da-bin-ah. Use your mouth."