Baek Seol-ah (4): Drifting Off in the Heat
Having made up her mind, Baek Seol-ah was determined not to care what happened to her today, no matter what. If she was going to hesitate half-heartedly or regret it, she wouldn't have started in the first place...
...Sticky.
But come to think of it, hadn't she already crossed the line long ago? Baek Seol-ah glanced down at the milky fluid staining her hand. Most of the semen that had come out after she'd jerked me off had ended up on her palm, and she'd already wiped it off on her underwear. Still, the fact that another man's cum—not her boyfriend Lee Hyun-seong's—had touched her bare skin, or that she couldn't erase every trace of it, remained undeniable. And the splatter that had hit her stomach during the process? She hadn't even had a chance to clean that up.
Baek Seol-ah swept her fingers over the semen on her belly with a hazy, distant gaze.
"...Mm, ah."
Right around then, I'd finished stripping off her underwear and positioned myself. There was no room to worry about the lingerie slipping off her body like water. Before that, my own body was burning hot, and I mounted her, reaching out to touch her fully exposed pussy.
It wasn't entirely unfamiliar since she had a boyfriend, but it didn't feel entirely comfortable either. The fingers brushing her folds right now didn't belong to Lee Hyun-seong, after all.
Of course not. Baek Seol-ah's face flushed red as she half-lidded her eyes.
Unnecessarily... skilled.
A thought she couldn't voice out of pride bubbled up inside her. Han Taeyang stroked her secret place with a mischievous twist of his lips, caressing it like he owned it. She didn't want to admit it, but he was undeniably good at it. The touch of someone who knew a woman's body well. Even if not to that extent, he was leisurely yet effectively stimulating her rising arousal. Despite her efforts to hold back, one moment of carelessness and she might let out an embarrassing moan without realizing it.
"Hmm?"
Baek Seol-ah bit her lip hard and turned her head away primly, burying it in the soft pillow and averting her gaze. I let out a curious hum with a rising inflection.
"...W-what? Got a problem?"
Caught off guard for no reason, she glared at me, and I chuckled softly.
"Nah, nothing."
"...Ugh...!"
That expression pissed her off. But what could she do? Normally, she'd snap at me with full irritation or shoot me a contemptuous look, but this wasn't normal. The location was my dorm room—specifically, right on my bed. And with my body on top of hers, receiving his caresses, she didn't have the confidence to act like her usual self.
"If you've got time for stupid chit-chat... just get on with it, you bastard."
So instead, she covered her eyes with both arms and muttered that. Of course, it did nothing to hide her flushed face completely.
I stared at her silently for a moment, then nodded.
"Alright then?"
"...Y-yes!?"
Plunge!
It sounded like a question, but he wasn't waiting for an answer. Without a hint of hesitation, Han Taeyang plunged his fingers into her pussy. More crudely put, he started by shoving in his index and middle fingers together, stirring her insides with the perfect speed and rhythm. Baek Seol-ah's eyes widened in an instant. And from her slightly parted lips escaped not just a gasp, but a lewd moan.
"Ah, haa...! S-so suddenly, like that, mm...!?"
"What? You said if I had time for chit-chat, just get on with it."
"I-I did say that, but, urgh!"
His fingers delved deep inside, curling at just the right spot. Pressed firmly there, Baek Seol-ah let out another obscene whimper mid-sentence. Her eyes were already clouded with heat and lust, her waist half-lifted off the bed. Anyone could see she was properly feeling it from my touch.
She hurriedly clamped her hands over her mouth, but it wasn't much use.
"Don't hold back. Feel free to moan."
"Ah, ha, hng...!"
"Lee Hyun-seong probably wants to see you really enjoying yourself too. The more it shows on camera, the happier he'll be."
"Heek...!?"
Squelch, squelch-!
Her pussy toyed with by the unfamiliar, thick fingers of a man who wasn't her boyfriend. Dangerous whispers of temptation murmured directly into her ear from breath-close distance.
Squeeze...!
"...Mm, urk!?"
Those elements were enough to confuse even Baek Seol-ah, who thought she'd prepared her heart. With eyes rippling like she might melt from the sharp pleasure, she wondered inwardly. Was he telling the truth? Would showing her boyfriend that she was truly feeling it actually help him more? Would it... turn him on more?
There was no way to verify it in reality. She'd studied a bit clumsily, but she still didn't know much about netorase. All she could do was repeat what she thought was rational reasoning to find an answer. Surely Han Taeyang, another guy—and a sexually promiscuous one at that—knew better than she did. Having entrusted her body to another man's hands with great resolve, she needed to satisfy Lee Hyun-seong's tastes—tastes she lacked the courage to indulge twice—at 100%, no, 120%. For now, maybe it was best to go along with Han Taeyang's advice?
Yeah, definitely.
This has nothing to do with his fingers feeling good...!
Next came the brief process of self-justification. The pleasure her body felt now, the lewd moans slipping from her lips—they weren't because Han Taeyang's fingers felt better than those of the boyfriend she loved more than anyone. She hadn't compared them even a little. It was just natural. Sure, he wasn't her boyfriend, but this was consensual sex. It might have felt awkward at first, but of course foreplay like this would feel good. Put simply, she wasn't some sexually numb girl who could have her pussy fingered by a peer and feel nothing.
"...Hyaah...!"
Baek Seol-ah let out a short, pleasure-laden breath and turned her head with effort. Her eyes fell on the smartphone on the nightstand, its rear lens faintly glowing. A brief silence, a flicker of conflict, a quick conclusion. She soon wore a hazy smile.
"Haaa...!"
She hoped that when Lee Hyun-seong watched the video captured on that phone after everything ended, he'd get excited by this smile of hers. And with her conscience neatly set aside, she laughed lustfully, half unable to resist the thrilling sexual pleasure she now acknowledged. For a pitiful schoolgirl preparing to embrace a classmate who wasn't her boyfriend, her smile looked far too happy. But in a way, it was just a minor flaw—an ironically perfect charm point.
After letting Baek Seol-ah into my room and giving her another chance—which she boldly kicked away—only to receive an unexpected handjob from her. How long had it been since I laid her on the bed, her eyes flicking to me with that subtly slutty expression?
"...Mm, ha. Heeng."
"Hoo."
How long had it really been? I had no idea—that's why I was asking. Roughly an hour? No, two? I'd tormented her for what felt like forever with my dick rock-hard the whole time. Fingering her pussy with my index and middle fingers, scraping, rubbing. After stripping off her bra too, I grabbed those firm tits, pinched them. When I lowered my upper body and lightly bit her nipple, seeing her unique reaction reminded me that her nipples were one of her erogenous zones.
Come to think of it, in the original story, it was one of the spots the real Han Taeyang relentlessly teased.
Anyway.
"Think foreplay's been enough."
Before getting to the main act, this should be plenty to punish Baek Seol-ah for provocatively teasing me earlier. How many times had she cum from my hands? I stopped counting after five. Didn't matter either way.
I caught my breath and took off my shirt. Then I gave her whole body a casual once-over. Sprawled on the bed, just escaped from orgasm hell, panting wildly.
"Y-you bastard... What do you mean 'enough'? I told you to stop so many times, hng, and you didn't even pretend to listen."
"Hm."
She lifted her head with effort, glaring sharply at me even as her body trembled. I ignored her complaining rebellion and responded indifferently.
"Still got the guts to talk back? Baek Seol-gi. Want me to send you a few more times before the main event?"
"...!"
That did it. After a pause, staring at me, Baek Seol-ah swallowed her frustration and flopped back onto the bed with a thud, clearly weighing her options.
She covered her eyes with one arm and grumbled irritably.
"I told you not to call me that...!"
Scared of infinite orgasms again and tucking her tail, but she had to say that much. Probably her unbreakable final line deep down. I chuckled and headed to the nightstand.
Honestly, I wanted to snap right then, rationality be damned, and fuck that Baek Seol-ah who was a mess from my fingering, breathing ragged like she was exhausted. But...
"Lemme see, condoms...?"
I had to keep my promises. This was all consensual play. Unless Lee Hyun-seong's side requested it first—which I doubted—I couldn't go raw from the start with a girl who had a boyfriend.
So I opened the second drawer of the nightstand where I usually stocked condoms.
"Ah."
But when I confirmed there was nothing there, I froze. A beat late, I pulled the drawer all the way out—empty box only.
Shit. Was that the last one last time?
I realized too late, my face showing disappointment. Come to think of it, I hadn't restocked after sleeping with that third-year senpai last week. Who could've predicted Baek Seol-ah would suddenly show up at my dorm for netorase play? A girl not on my schedule—the protagonist's girlfriend, no less—waltzing in like that. How was I supposed to foresee that plot twist?
Not my fault.
"Hey... what's up? Problem...?"
"...Well."
I turned to Baek Seol-ah, still face-down on the bed panting, and hesitated. She blinked tiredly, turning her head.
"...?"
Then she spotted the empty condom box in my hand.
She flinched and looked up at me.
"...None left?"
"...?"
I scratched my cheek awkwardly in silence. That was answer enough.
Baek Seol-ah pushed herself up on trembling hands and blurted urgently.
"H-hey, no way. I absolutely won't allow it without a condom. D-don't even think about forcing—"
"Not planning to, so lie back down, idiot."
"Eek."
What did she take me for? Dumbfounded, I tossed the empty box at her. As she clutched her forehead from the 'thunk' to her head, I threw on my clothes haphazardly.
"I'll just go buy some. Stay put and rest. Back from the convenience store soon."
"...U-uh, okay."
She seemed embarrassed too, not protesting the box hit. Obediently, she lay back down as I said. Good girl.
Ring, click!
Leaving Baek Seol-ah in the dorm, I headed out. Luckily, the convenience store wasn't far. Condoms were easy enough to grab quick.
She didn't seriously think I'd force her even if she said no, right?
Stuffing the bought condoms in my pocket, I headed back, clicking my tongue. I knew my image in her mind wasn't great, but still. I wasn't gonna rape someone who said no. Sure, I was the blonde-tanned delinquent, but I had basic morals.
"Yo, Baek Seol-gi. I'm ba—...?"
Less than ten minutes later, back in the dorm. The oddly quiet room made me blink.
What the?
Did she bail while I was gone? Second-guessing now? My face twisted oddly. If so, she should've drawn the line from the start. She forgot the camera midway and was moaning like she loved it—now bailing? I felt like an errand boy for condoms I didn't even need anymore, frowning.
"...What."
Was this a relief? My guess was wrong. She hadn't run off without a word. Stepping into the bedroom, the first thing I saw was her naked body.
The problem was...
"Hey, Baek Seol-gi."
"...?"
"You bitch."
"...?"
"...Gonna lose my mind. You really asleep?"
Her eyes were closed, just like the last time I'd seen her, lying on the bed. And she was breathing steadily, snore snore, with the most peaceful expression imaginable.
With a panicked look, I approached, grabbed her shoulder, and shook lightly.
"Mm... five more minutes...?"
"...?"
Baek Seol-ah whined in the cutest, most innocent voice I'd never heard from her, flailing her arm to swat my hand away.
I ground my teeth silently. And then...
"Eeeeng...!"
I shook her like crazy, but after taking all that foreplay, she'd escaped to dreamland, only letting out cute moans.
Wake up, you bitch.
Who's gonna take care of my blue-balled body if you sleep? Wake up! Show me that stamina that endured a dozen orgasms isn't tapped out yet!
"Eung."
"...?"
No matter what I did, she showed no sign of waking. Now she'd rolled 180 degrees, back to me, face buried in the pillow.
This bitch...
"You're not pretending, are you?"
"...?"
I tested with a sharp word, but no reaction. If she were faking, her personality would've made her twitch. After admiring her back for a bit, I ruffled my hair irritably.
"Sigh."
What could I do? Couldn't just do whatever to a sleeping girl. Swallowing my boiling frustration, I sighed.
We'll settle this tomorrow when you wake up, Baek Seol-ah.