Woman-1 (Branch Point 01)

“Ahh! Haaah! J-Jun... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Jun-seo oppa...”

Da-bin hit her peak, letting out a moan. Calling out Park Jun-seo's name, even...

Seizing the moment, he leaned in to kiss her. I prayed silently inside.

Please reject the kiss...

My eyelids twitched, my mouth parched dry.

That bastard Park Jun-seo brought his lips toward Da-bin's.

But...

Da-bin clung to her fading senses and turned her head away from the bastard.

Her gaze, having turned, locked onto... me.

Staring straight into my eyes.

For a moment, it felt like the world had frozen. She looked so incredibly lovable. I wanted to rush over and pin her down right then.

I couldn't hold back. Semen surged to the tip of my glans and erupted.

Splurt! Spluuurt!

My cum arced through the air and splattered onto the floor.

Da-bin turned her eyes back to Park Jun-seo. Matching her gaze, he thrust his cock into her pussy even more fiercely.

Frustration from the rejected kiss? Defeat as a man against me? He slammed his hips like he was venting his rage.

Da-bin climaxed from his brutal final thrusts, meant to mark the end savagely.

“Ah! Uh! Haaaaah!!!”

A moan from her I'd never heard before. Her legs and arms, wrapped around Park Jun-seo, tensed up completely.

Her body shuddered as she came.

The bastard pulled his cock out of Da-bin's pussy and started ejaculating. His massive dick throbbed inside the condom. The rubber couldn't handle the rapidly filling semen and sagged.

Having vented his pent-up frustration with his orgasm, Park Jun-seo hugged Da-bin and lay back on the bed.

Having climaxed, Da-bin relaxed her arms and legs that had been holding him.

Even so, the bastard pressed his entire body flush against her. Hugging her like he was claiming ownership.

Sweat pouring off him.

Da-bin panted raggedly. Park Jun-seo inhaled deeply, satisfied.

The two—excluding me—pressed bodies together, sharing breaths. In the heavy silence broken only by their heaving, the fishy semen scent assaulted my nose.

Another male's pungent musk stabbed my nostrils. Revolting as hell, yet my cock hardened again, getting aroused instead.

Instinct to steal the female pinned under another male? My blood, paused for a moment, began boiling with stimulation.

Right on cue, text appeared before my eyes.

The netorase points notification made my lust boil even hotter.

Now it was my turn.

I stood from the chair and took a step toward the pair on the bed.

But... he noticed my movement and sat up.

And... he grabbed the waist of the exhausted, collapsed Da-bin and positioned her.

Ass raised toward him. It was...

Doggy style.

A position Da-bin, so shy, usually hated. And now she was taking it right in front of that bastard Park Jun-seo.

Da-bin had gone along with Park Jun-seo's request, invoking Do-yoon's name.

She'd planned to stop him anytime Do-yoon showed dislike, but on the drive here, Do-yoon had been aroused the whole time watching her get manhandled by Park Jun-seo.

Da-bin was convinced Do-yoon had a deeper netorase fetish than she thought.

In that case... handing that spot to Park Jun-seo was inevitable eventually.

More than that, his words from dinner kept echoing in her head.

Men need sexual release more than you think. His NTR tendencies led to breaking up with Ye-na. Men instinctively want to dominate in sex.

Before, she'd dismiss it as sophistry, but now she was different.

Because she was watching her boyfriend Do-yoon, obsessed with netorase.

Thinking of Do-yoon fixated ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on netorase, Da-bin reflected.

The massage last time... and in the car today... Oppa really wants to try proper netorase...

If he truly hated me with Jun-seo oppa, he'd stop it midway...

I need to understand Oppa... and Jun-seo oppas position too... But what should I do... how...

She agonized over her next move.

Park Jun-seo didn't leave her alone.

While Do-yoon was in the shower, he massaged her shoulders, openly touching her.

His hands on her shoulders reminded her of last time's massage.

A memory surfacing naturally—her body remembered it.

Jun-seo oppa keeps clinging... but... my body feels like it's melting...

She recalled his cock against her thigh.

Its imagined size drew itself in her mind despite trying not to think.

Da-bin was startled at herself.

Oh... why am I...

Did Park Jun-seo read her distraction? He stripped her top and got bold.

Eek... he noticed my weird thoughts...

Her face flushed deep red.

Park Jun-seo stripped her top and bottoms, his cock erect.

At least Jun-seo oppa isn't touching my breasts...

Even roughly stripping her underwear, he respected that line—Da-bin's guard softened a bit.

I blocked it to save for Do-yoon oppa, but he's respecting that?

Eek... this is hard... why make it harder...

Da-bin grew more confused.

To her, Park Jun-seo spoke softly.

“Da-bin, it's okay.”

“...”

“I'll tell Do-yoon it was my demand—you had no choice.”

“Jun-seo oppa...”

Comforting her uncertainty, like taking all blame—Da-bin started relaxing.

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Do-yoon oppa must've talked this over with Jun-seo oppa before coming... Ah... but... this is...

His fingers delving into her folds made her mind hazy.

A warm current tingled her lower body.

Soon, faint heat rose from her pelvis.

This is that... already? So embarrassing!

Lips pressed tight, she tensed to calm her pussy.

But... trickle—!

She felt wetness sliding down her inner thigh.

“Ha... Da-bin.”

Park Jun-seo gasped in admiration at the sight.

Eyes squeezed shut, Da-bin decided not to think.

Otherwise, the shame was unbearable.

I don't know... really don't...

She gave up.

To her, Park Jun-seo said,

“Da-bin. I'm putting it in.”

Inevitable had arrived.

Hot foreign object slipping between tense muscles.

Unfamiliar size she'd never taken—she couldn't stifle the moan.

“Ahh!”

Pulsing hardness. It burrowed into her depths bit by bit.

His cock scraped her walls.

Her head buzzed.

───────

Like groggy status hit her.

Park Jun-seo savored her insides, sighing.

“Haa...”

The intruder inside slowly moved.

His lower abs rubbed her outer sensitive spots.

Attacking inside and out.

Unfamiliarity made her pussy quiver more.

Pleasure rippled through.

Da-bin felt pleasure different from with boyfriend Do-yoon.

Different from oppas...

My heart's pounding so hard!

But... oppa will come out of the shower soon, what...

Sex with Park Jun-seo barely minutes in, she faced Do-yoon emerging from the shower.

His pupils dilated. But she read undeniable arousal in his expression.

Climaxing from Jun-seo, Da-bin let her arms and legs go limp.

Post-orgasm bliss and weakness enveloped her.

Like sinking into the bed...

She'd planned to go to boyfriend Do-yoon once Jun-seo finished.

But after his ejaculation, lingering pleasure and limpness kept her immobile.

By the time Da-bin gathered herself, Park Jun-seo had grabbed her waist again.

Forcing her into doggy.

In the unfamiliar pose, her face faced Do-yoon.

Do-yoon, waiting for his turn...

His eyes held complex heat.

Unlike his conflicted gaze, she felt her body burning.

Excited by ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the shameful position? Or residual from prior sex?

She couldn't pinpoint it, but...

Her swirling thoughts converged into one.

Her relationship with boyfriend Do-yoon. With Park Jun-seo.

Worries, concerns—all overwhelmed by one essence, losing form.

The clearest definition of her: she was a woman.

Da-bin began accepting herself purely as a woman.

Accepting Park Jun-seo as a woman.

Arouse Do-yoon.

She felt unburdened now.

Just yield her body to the man desiring her.

Feel Park Jun-seo.

And think what she, as woman, could do for Do-yoon as man.

Da-bin met Do-yoon's eyes.

She reached out her hand to him.