Date-3 (Branch Point 03)

In the car heading to Choi Hyun-woo's house, sweat slicked my palms on the steering wheel. I'd checked my phone obsessively, but no reply from Hyun-woo yet.

I was hypersensitive about whether Oh Han-gu was with him. But it wasn't just Han-gu making me edgy. Whether Da-bin had allowed him to touch her breasts or kiss her—that was excruciatingly sensitive to me too.

I'd already greenlit penetration for Hyun-woo, so it was inconsistent worrying. Maybe I'd fallen for her that hard. Every single netorase play with her meant something profound to me.

I savored the forbidden fruit of guilt from overanalyzing it all. They say the devil's in the details—does that apply here too? With each regression, the thrill of netorase teetering on the edge of our agreed boundaries was consuming me more and more.

I floored it straight to Hyun-woo's place, parked, and bolted to his door. Couldn't even wait for the elevator—took the stairs two at a time. My breath came in gasps, sweat beading on my forehead.

If that bastard Han-gu's in Hyun-woo's room with her, how should I react? Honestly, no clue.

I burst into Choi Hyun-woo's apartment. What hit my eyes first: Da-bin, wrists bound, lying on the bed. Sweat drenched her body, her face twisted in a grimace. A long pink line peeked from between her panties.

"You're here already?" Hyun-woo greeted casually. He had no idea. I scanned the room for Han-gu—no sign of him.

"Where's Oh Han-gu?"

"Oh, Han-gu?"

"You were with him earlier."

"Sent him home—gotta play with Da-bin."

His nonchalant tone eased my racing heart, but a strange lethargy washed over me. Disappointment. Emptiness. Was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I secretly hoping Han-gu would be here? I was losing track. Was it desperation for netorase points... or my fetish demanding it?

Hyun-woo eyed me meaningfully, like he'd read my mind. After gauging me seriously, he spoke. "Hey, Do-yoon. Da-bin's so wet. Wanna see?"

"Hyun-woo oppa! Don't say weird stuff..." Da-bin pleaded with him.

I studied her, piecing it together. Sweat-soaked but clear-headed—no booze. Probably their agreed play. Last loop, she'd gone along with Park Jun-seo's roleplay too. And this loop, her netorase compliance and lust were boosted. No way she'd refuse his roleplay pitch.

His words about her wetness ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠drew my gaze to her crotch. Her panties, dark gray in the center—actually, a wide patch stained deep.

How long had she been wearing them? As if reading me, Hyun-woo chimed in. "She's had it in since we watched that movie together. Impressive, right?"

He flicked the controller. Bzzz! A strong vibration ripped a moan from her.

"Ahh! O... oppa..."

She bit her lip against the intense buzz from the rotor. I sank onto the sofa, savoring the sight. He dialed it down, tuning her like an instrument.

After easing the pace, he glanced at me. "Hey, Do-yoon. Even at dinner with Han-gu earlier, she had the rotor in. Guess what he said?"

"What?"

"Asked if something smelled funky. Guy's nose is sharp."

"And you said?"

"Told him no smell, covered for Da-bin. Right, Da-bin?"

"Ahh..."

She could barely muster a faint moan anymore.

"Bet she got extra wet with Han-gu right there."

"Ahh... H-Han-gu oppa..."

"He mentioned some musky scent... I nearly lost it."

Hyun-woo kept bringing up Han-gu in front of me. His taunts had my cock twitching, leaking precum on its own.

After a pause, he continued. "So, Do-yoon... how about we set Han-gu up with her too?"

My hands are tied, so everything feels extra sensitive. Hyun-woo oppa keeps switching the intensity, and my pussy won't stop leaking. Sweat's got me soaked all over... and now my panties are drenched from the gushes.

Just his eyes on me are embarrassing enough, but with Do-yoon oppa watching too... mortifying. He's taming me with that controller. Seeing me leak from his stimulation gets Do-yoon oppa hard. So humiliating... but my body's heating up, can't hold back much longer.

Am I getting off harder from their stares? I've endured so far, but with Do-yoon oppa here, I'm at my limit. Someone just fuck me already...

Squirt!My lewd thought triggered another leak. I started netorase for Do-yoon oppa's request... but has my body been trained too well? I'm feeling it so good right now. If I could just cum, it'd be easier... but he won't push that far. The teasing strong-weak pulses are draining my strength, sinking my mind lower.

He's saying filthy things about me. Then, out of nowhere: "So, Do-yoon... how about we set Han-gu up with her too?"

Bzzz! He cranks it high before I can think. Feels like I'm gonna pee. Can't hold it...

"Oppa! S-stop... now..."

"Hmm... mentioning Han-gu gets you more excited, huh, Da-bin?"

"Ahh... n-no... ah!"

Bzzz! Another brutal wave—my mind's going blank. I might cum for real...

"Do-yoon, what do you think? Cool with it?"

"..."

Do-yoon oppa's silhouette blurs in my fading vision. No yes or no... but I know him. Silence means yes... Han-gu oppa would be so embarrassing... but if Do-yoon oppa wants it...

Hyun-woo oppa reads his face and approaches me. "Da-bin, Do-yoon seems into it. Wanna give it to Han-gu?"

Bzzz!

"Ahhh!"

His words and the vibration snapped my restraint. My lower body went slack, whole frame shuddering. Warm fluid trickled from my pussy down my thighs. A chilling ecstasy raced up my spine—I squirted, body convulsing.

Clear pussy juice erupted from Da-bin's slit. Blocked by her panties, it streamed down her thighs—an unidentified flood. Her back arched like a bow. She trembled violently as she squirted.

Before Da-bin, I'd been with other girls, but nothing like this. She was squirting—not spraying upward like in porn or manga, but pouring downward. Still, the stimulation shattered my old thresholds.

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Hyun-woo gawked, muttering admirations. "Whoa... Da-bin's insane..."

"She really wants to give it to Han-gu."

"Do-yoon, let's include him next time."

"That spray makes the scent even thicker."

Unable to resist, he whipped out his cock and started jerking. He could've fucked her post-squirt, but the sight broke him. Seeing him succumb fueled my depravity more.

The thick musk hit my nose with her gush—intolerable arousal. Watching her squirt, I gripped my cock and stroked.

Spotting me, Hyun-woo resumed his dirty talk. "Fuck... Da-bin's so hot."

He approached her, stroking. Then proposed to me. "Do-yoon, come here."

Text shimmered over his body.