Date (9)
The start of this unhealthy relationship between Baek Seolah and me—one that society would normally brand as taboo—began with a deal.
First came Lee Hyeonseong, who got off on having his girlfriend stolen by another man.
Then Baek Seolah, who was deeply disappointed by his confession yet ultimately agreed to his request.
And finally me, who found the whole thing absurd but saw no real reason to refuse, so I accepted the arrangement.
All my enthusiastic efforts to avoid the original novel’s NTR ending had come to nothing.
Even if the direction of events had changed, the couples who had been happily dating in the end still fell apart.
It left me feeling hollow, sure, but if you asked whether it hurt that badly… well.
‘Honestly, it doesn’t.’
I would answer that without hesitation.
Heartache? Why would I?
‘The guy literally begged me to sleep with his girlfriend. If anything, it’s pathetic. Why would I suddenly feel sorry for him?’
Though I did feel a twinge of regret that the warm, loving couples from Part 1 of the original story had developed cracks.
At this point, I was no longer an outsider observing this world as a reader. I was a possessor who had lived inside it for a full year.
Strictly speaking, even the original couples were now just ordinary classmates and their dating lives.
The one thing that hadn’t changed was the enduring charm of the heroines who had become real.
In the end, my reasons for caring about the original relationships had grown much thinner, while my desire for the heroines in reality had grown far stronger.
And in the middle of all that, Lee Hyeonseong had committed the outrageous act of offering his own girlfriend to me.
Even back then, I had felt it—honestly, there wasn’t a single reason for me to turn it down.
I’m not a particularly good person. I’m just an ordinary guy who’s honest about his desires.
Paang, paang—!
“Ah, heuk……?! Ha, Han Taeyang, I-I’m, about to, come……!”
“……Kuh.”
That was still true now, as I spent another scorching night tangled with Baek Seolah for the second time.
I had no intention of hiding behind hypocritical excuses or false pretenses anymore.
I had always lusted after Baek Seolah, and now that I no longer needed to hold back, I was even greedier.
Her body was soft, springy, and undeniably the finest.
‘Anyway, Lee Hyeonseong really lucked out with a girlfriend like this.’
I thought as I pinned Baek Seolah’s arms behind her back on the bed littered with used condoms, continuing the rather rough doggy-style.
Honestly, Lee Hyeonseong should’ve been more than satisfied just for taking her first time.
A masochistic bastard like him monopolizing this body was practically a loss for all of humanity.
Wouldn’t it be better if someone like me—who could use it properly and cherish it more—had her instead?
Of course, when it came to a complete NTR that stole not just her body but her heart as well, Baek Seolah’s own will mattered most.
But at least at this moment, one undeniable fact remained: I was far better at making Baek Seolah feel good than Lee Hyeonseong ever could.
That was something I had come to realize painfully clearly over the past two months as we grew rapidly closer.
Baek Seolah’s clinginess toward me probably had quite a bit to do with sex as well.
She wasn’t very good at hiding her emotions, and she seemed to have remarkably little resistance when it came to sexual desire.
“Huu.”
I wiped my forehead as I felt the familiar urge to climax rising again.
The room temperature was set comfortably cool, yet my entire body was already drenched in sweat.
Baek Seolah was no different.
If anything, she was even worse off.
Press—
“……Ubp, bhet.”
“Suck it, Baek Seolah.”
I forced my index finger into her mouth, which was already slick with sweat, love juices, and even semen that had leaked from the condoms.
Her eyes trembled as she surrendered to the pleasure of a man’s cock, her cheeks flushed with an ecstatic red.
I shoved my finger into the mouth of a girl who had no business looking so lewd and ordered her to suck and lick it.
“……Kkeup, ung, hyat…….”
It wasn’t a particularly meaningful act. I didn’t have any unusual erogenous zones, and sucking on fingers didn’t excite me.
But paradoxically, the feeling itself wasn’t bad. After all, it was a rather humiliating act of service from a woman’s perspective.
The psychological satisfaction came from the fact that Baek Seolah was faithfully carrying it out under my command.
Baek Seolah didn’t seem to mind being ordered around either, as she moved her mouth and tongue without complaint.
“Chup, chyuap, um, kkeut.”
She diligently sucked on my index finger as it pushed deep into her mouth, gripping her cheeks rather roughly.
Just like she did during fellatio. Truly a female genius at riling up a cock.
“……Huu, I’m about to come. Squeeze tight.”
Smack!
“Heut, hak?! Euung……!”
I calmly spoke while slapping her pale buttocks with my palm at the right moment.
I had held back my climax well until now, but even I couldn’t endure any longer. Desire boiled over.
Naturally, I grabbed her ass—now marked with a bright red handprint—with one hand while keeping the other in her mouth—
Squeeze……!
“Hiss.”
I focused on her lower body as she obediently tightened her pussy just as I’d told her.
From the sweat trailing down the cleft of her ass, to her lewdly twitching anus, to her pussy overflowing with love juices.
‘This is sex itself, isn’t it. Seriously.’
It was a crude, vulgar expression, but I couldn’t find anything more fitting.
There wasn’t a single part of her that wasn’t lewd. Just looking at her made my cock throb.
And right now, I had my cock buried deep inside that very pussy—how could I not be aroused?
Paang!!!
“……Kkik, heuk!?”
I thrust my cock all the way to the deepest part of Baek Seolah’s pussy with all my strength one last time.
She bit down on my finger instead of licking it, unable to hold back the climax crashing over her.
“Yeah. Keep biting…… Hup!”
“……Ung, keut! Hyaak?!”
Gluck, gluck—!
As my cock pulsed violently and poured out everything I’d been holding back, Baek Seolah let out an incredibly lascivious moan, almost like she was panting.
On top of that, she arched her back with feline flexibility, lifted her hips, and stretched both hands forward to clutch the poor pillow.
Soon after, the condom’s reservoir—now swollen large right in front of her cervix from all the semen I’d pumped into it……
Viewrururuk!
“Kkik, ook, ot.”
Baek Seolah squirted straight from her lower lips, her eyes rolling back.
She was no longer just a female—she was moaning like a bitch in heat.
Even at the very end, she squeezed her pussy as if trying to milk every last drop from my urethra, which only heightened my pleasure.
“……Huu, haa…….”
I kept my twitching cock buried inside Baek Seolah’s belly, releasing every last drop of semen just as she had wished.
Unfortunately, the condom blocked it, so the creampie both our instincts craved never happened.
Pop!
“……Kkeut.”
Still, tonight’s encounter ended with both of us more than satisfied.
Coincidentally, we had also run out of fresh condoms at the perfect time.
I pulled my still-hard cock out of Baek Seolah’s pussy, condom and all.
As always, I dragged the full reservoir against the spots she liked, teasing her.
Baek Seolah’s expression grew even more sensually melted, as if her orgasm had intensified slightly.
Her eyes fluttered intermittently, and her slightly parted lips released hot, sweet breaths mixed with a lewd scent.
“……Euk, heek.”
Perhaps because my fingers had been thrusting inside her so often during sex……
An incredibly rich, peachy fragrance carrying thick lust escaped with her breaths.
“Mm.”
And I didn’t bother suppressing the desire that rose at the sight of her like this.
Whether my erection hadn’t gone down yet, or whether it had revived quickly like always.
Either way, I deliberately rubbed my still-solid cock against the area near Baek Seolah’s navel.
“Stick out your tongue, Seolah.”
“……Hue……?”
I grabbed the chin of Baek Seolah, who had started blinking drowsily as sleepiness crept in.
I changed positions, climbing over her and lowering my head.
Baek Seolah, as she always did when our bodies touched, didn’t refuse my words this time either.
She lifted her chin with an obedient attitude that was unimaginable from her usual self and stuck out her tongue.
Until now, she had probably only ever allowed this to her boyfriend, Lee Hyeonseong.
Her mouth—which she had treated as even more sacred than her lower lips in a sense—
She was offering it to me.
Drip—
Baek Seolah let sticky love juices flow from her lower lips while responding to my kiss with her upper ones.
“……Ung, heut, churup…….”
Without closing her eyes. Without avoiding my gaze.
Still cautious, still hesitant.
Yet filled with the deep conviction that one day…… she wouldn’t regret this kiss.
Baek Seolah, the original novel’s heroine and Lee Hyeonseong’s girlfriend, lay beneath me and, again and again.
With golden eyes dyed in instinctive lust.
She silently confessed her love to me.
Secretly, and insidiously.