Chapter 53
Chapter 53
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 53
Chapter Title: 10. Bad Things (5)
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A pleasure like I'd scraped every last drop from the base of my balls and unleashed it all.
Drenched in that ecstasy, I painted Lee Ji-yoon's stomach with thick, sticky semen,
and when even the final glob clinging to my tip was wiped off onto her thigh...
Lee Ji-yoon, who'd been silently wriggling her hand the whole time, suddenly gasped.
"...Hoo, tissue. Wait, tissue..."
"It's behind your head. Reach back."
"...Ah, found it... S-Seo Woo-jin. I'll share the tissue, so wipe up quick...!"
Was she worried it'd stain the bed because I'd cum so much?
Not like it was going to flow sideways or anything.
I hadn't blasted out liters like some orc from a comic.
"No need to panic..."
"What if unnie finds out!"
"That's why I came all over your stomach so it wouldn't get on the bed. So where was I supposed to cum, huh?"
"Ask for tissue, or if you really had to... ...m-my mouth, or something..."
"...Your mouth?"
"I said if you had to! If! You could hold it in your mouth and spit it in the toilet...!"
"You could've just used your hand like normal?"
"...Just wipe up already!"
Crazy bitch.
I chuckled down at Ji-yooni as she spouted that ridiculous answer, but only for a moment.
I took the tissues she was frantically pulling out and wiped my thighs clean, freshly smeared as they were.
Lowering my gaze revealed Lee Ji-yoon's lower belly, a mess of sticky, milky white.
...The thrilling sense of conquest from defiling a hero who'd become someone's idol—with my own hands, no less.
Wearing a satisfied smile from that, I wiped away every trace of my seed with layers of tissue.
No way. Not yet.
It was way too soon to be satisfied with just rubbing off on her thighs.
I'd more or less figured out Lee Ji-yoon's tastes anyway.
Until she preferred sex over games.
Until she craved getting pounded under me in her new costume,
more than those creepy fans posting crap like "Lee Ji-yoon's Newly Revealed Costume.jpg".
I had to lead her down the wrong path, step by step.
"What about my pants? Black ones, so the cum stains are super obvious."
"What else? Wipe 'em off so unnie doesn't notice and hide them in the corner of the washer..."
"You want me to clean them?"
"...Don't say weird shit. Just clean up the trash now."
"Why? We're sumata buddies now."
"Friends? Still?"
"What kinda friend gives blowjobs?"
"Ch-chin drip, I said...!"
"...Right."
"Anyway, don't touch them. I'll handle it."
To fill the pit she'd stupidly dug over ten years of chasing heroes,
like befriending a pretty stray cat,
the key was approaching slowly, easing all her wariness.
The first button was on right. No need to rush.
She was already excusing the fellatio as "saliva drip"—a little coaxing and she'd cave quick.
As I started dressing again, I tossed the damp tissues in the trash and opened the window.
You crazy bastard.
What if you threw that in unnie's bathroom trash!
I swallowed the words and quietly kept wiping.
Fuck...
Seo Woo-jin's cum,
so damn sticky, won't come off easy...
It wiped okay off my skin,
but once it soaked into clothes, no amount of rubbing cleaned it fully.
Maybe dampen it with water and scrub hard?
"......"
Of course, I'd expected it wouldn't wipe clean easily from the start.
But this was ridiculous.
The thickness,
the volume,
how much he'd blasted out...,
...and the dick size too.
Nothing like the normalcy I knew.
Like, roughly...,
the "obvious" Japanese reaction of pulling out while yelling iku, iku like an idiot.
The "obvious" dick size that goes on a woman's stomach.
The "obvious" amount splurting out.
Everything from porn was different with Seo Woo-jin.
His dick just twitched a few times, then he slammed it hard between my thighs and came wildly,
that dick a hair longer and thicker than my handspan to F9 on the keyboard,
Spurt,
splurt,
spluuurt,
the cum pouring
onto my hand blocking the tip,
my stomach used like tissue,
my clothes yanked up to my chest,
even onto unnie's clothes I'd worn to turn him on more,
splurt,
splurt,
spluuuurt...,
gloop,
gloop,
enough to easily surpass two or three times what I knew.
Nothing like what I'd learned from porn.
"......"
...Worrisome.
If unnie has sex with Seo Woo-jin later, that dick...
And they're doing rape play?
No mercy, all the way to the hilt...
Thud,
thud,
thud.
......
"...Seo Woo-jin."
"Yeah."
"We should use condoms? Even for rape play?"
"We will. Got a ton at home."
"...Perverted fuck. You were already fantasizing about banging unnie."
"Why'd you think I asked what Ha-yoon unnie likes? All for that reason."
Yeah, guys all think alike.
Some even get hard just from a girl's voice, panting away.
Seo Woo-jin really was just a guy.
That thought lingered in the corner of my mind.
But if we'd practiced at his place instead of ours, what then?
A shameful fantasy bloomed.
...Whatever,
just a fantasy.
Seo Woo-jin fetching condoms,
whispering "I love you" in my ear,
me barely gasping "...Unnie...?",
him kissing me lewdly while pounding deep inside.
All just fantasy.
I'm still pure.
Yeah.
"I like your honesty. ...Not the pervert part."
"Oh? You like honest guys, huh."
Then Seo Woo-jin stared at my face and started grinning creepily.
...What's with him suddenly.
Funny that I like honest guys?
"Why're you laughing?"
"Nah, just... hmm..."
"...?"
"That was fun earlier, Ji-yoon."
"...W-what was...?"
"Sex practice."
Was it the heat, or the winter breeze by the window? He smiled.
I stared blankly at his face for a while, then stammered from unnie's bed.
"...I-I didn't really like it..."
Even to my ears,
it sounded like a lie.
"Anyway, head home already."
"Why? Ha-yoon unnie won't be back for a while."
"Y-you planning to stay till then...?"
"Not that long. Just helping clean up. Just in case."
"I'll handle that, so go turn on the game...! ...Make up for what we missed 'cause of your 'practice' today."
"Games aren't work. No need to make up."
"It is to me, dummy."
I shook out my hair, tied up to copy unnie, and shoved Seo Woo-jin's back.
Thankfully, coat over his shoulders, he shuffled to the door without resisting.
Thirty minutes to his place,
gonna play with that CZ guy again?
Close the window after airing out,
babbling nonsense as I pushed. Shuffle.
And like that, I kicked Seo Woo-jin out.
Left alone,
"........."
Clack, clack.
Back to unnie's room, still airing,
shut the window tight,
dug out the cum-soaked tissue clump from the trash.
Then spread a fluffy white towel from unnie's drawer,
and flopped face-down
onto unnie's bed.
...To masturbate.
"........."
Replaying what Seo Woo-jin said over and over,
recalling the dick pounding between my thighs,
imagining all that cum pooled in one spot,
fantasizing impossible realities,
to masturbate.
"Huh?"
Four monitors on arms above his desk.
Han Chae-jun muttered at the least-used one, showing a Discord room.
seowoojin123
Not the ID he'd hoped for, but not bad news.
Him turning on Discord meant Lee Ji-yoon would log in soon.
Only annoying part: they always joined like a couple, stuck together.
...Whatever.
Last time he asked her looks, she said he and I were about the same.
Better than a guy who's dead weight on the team—he could bus solo.
If only they could meet IRL.
Right. That subtle bragging.
So fucking annoying.
Crack. Han Chae-jun cracked his stiff neck, cleared his throat, and joined the room.
Ding, light chime.
His lip twitched as he spoke casually.
"Running late today?"
-Ah. Ah. Can you hear me?
"Yes. Loud and clear."
-Sorry. Played separately with Ji-yoon today, so a bit late.
"...I see."
This motherfucker?
Scraping on purpose?
-Weird though. I figured Ji-yoon would join first...
"Why?"
-We parted at her place.
"...Ah."
Last time hinting they walk together, now dropping her home?
Why not just say they're dating?
-Lemme call Ji-yoon quick.
Tap tap, mic cuts out.
Han Chae-jun muted too and cursed.
He knew they were real-life friends, but how much of this guy's words to trust?
Do they even walk together?
Meet separately to play?
Drop her home? Basically dating.
Yet she only says "real-life friend"...
...Ah. Got it.
He's her friend, but sees how close she seems with me, so he's jealous-prodding.
"Dumbass."
Cute tactic.
Deepening his voice on purpose too—should've noticed.
Chortling, picking a song to listen to,
-Ji-yoon might be late.
"Huh? Why?"
-Said she's almost done showering...
"And?"
-Her voice was all weak, like she'd just masturbated.
He yanked off his headset, rubbed his ear.
-Asking random shit like dinner plans, dogs or cats, mumbling—sounded like using my voice as jerk-off fuel.
"......"
-Gotta wait another 10 minutes probably?
Couldn't process the words from the headset.
-Kidding.
"...Ah, haha. Joke..."
The "joke" tag after five seconds of silence? Incomprehensible.
-We're still kinda awkward. Was it boring?
"Yeah."
Telling Lee Ji-yoon "Woo-jin was making sex jokes about you" would shatter his image.
Risk that for this joke?
Short bus or what?
-Keep it secret from Ji-yoon later. She'd beat me like a dog in summer.
"Of course. How could I say that in front of her?"
DM her now.
Snorting, he clicked Lee Ji-yoon's profile.
Just then, her status turned green—with the
ding of joining the room.
-...Hi, CZ.
-No hello for me?
-We just parted, dummy. ...Called you too.
Something,
that,
after hearing that,
definitely not her usual voice—drained, sexy.
-Sorry to keep you waiting... Sh-shower took time...
"...Ah, yeah."
Trying to deny it,
but first time hearing it since knowing her—
insanely sexy voice.
Han Chae-jun backspaced his chat: "Ji-yoon, Woo-jin just said".
Something was off.