Chapter 419 – 76. Annoyance (3)
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I thought it was almost the end since I touched Seol Da-bin first, but it turns out that it’s not that easy.
As she walked ahead of her, we arrived at a quiet tree-lined road.
Next to the shade blocking the scorching sun, the tiresome sound of cicadas could be heard.
‘Thanks to you, things are going well with my boyfriend, so I’d like to say thank you.’
After thinking about what Dabin had said a moment ago, I walked along the block of sidewalks, keeping my distance from her.
Although it was still unclear what her exact intentions were, I still wondered why Seol Da-bin said such a thing. I was able to vaguely piece together the process.
Dabin Seol is a woman who, a few years from now, will have a lot of pictures of her with her boyfriend floating around on the internet.
And she is also a woman who is often photographed by paparazzi showing how much she cares for her boyfriend.
But that is a story that will take place several years from now.
As Seol Da-bin herself revealed, things are a bit awkward with her boyfriend.
So, to be consistent, she is Seol Da-bin, her boyfriend, or a third helper. She must have somehow solved it through effort.
Of course, I don’t know exactly what the backstory was between the two before I started digging…
Anyway, she is that kind of girl, so she might be grateful to me for helping her repair her relationship with her boyfriend.
… She was thankful to the man who took her virginity with almost half-threats.
There is a slight error in this part, but if we want to minimize logical leaps, this is probably the most realistic idea.
So, how can I use this to enjoy Seoldabin’s body once again…? .
While she was pondering her worries, Seol Da-bin, who was walking ahead of her, suddenly stopped.
When I quietly followed Seol Da-bin’s gaze, what I saw was a two-story café on the corner of the street.
The pristine white exterior walls and the vines gently wrapping around her store.
It was an impressive place with vines that seemed to be constricting somewhere.
419
Normally, I don’t have high expectations for cafés.
Always the same Americano.
Always the same café latte.
Always the same café mocha.
The signature there…
And it was the same at the café I came to with Seol Da-bin this time.
If an expert heard it, it would be an idea that they would eagerly educate about what’s wrong with coffee beans and what’s going on with roasting, but what can I do when I feel that way?
Therefore, she took a moment to sip Americano, which tasted no different from the taste she always ate.
As Baek Seo-yeon was thinking, “Maybe she should have ordered the café mocha she liked to drink?”, Seol Da-bin across from me pulled down her mask and started talking.
“It worked. The things you taught me.”
“…”
Free time. I thought it was a quiet commercial area, but that didn’t mean there were no customers at all.
Even on the second floor, where we came up on purpose, there was a team other than us chatting in the corner.
I don’t want to talk about something that will draw people’s attention for no reason.
Therefore, I quietly lowered my voice and opened my lips so that only Seol Da-bin could hear.
“I’m glad it helped. I told you, these are things men like.”
To be honest, I think I was more worried about how to persuade Seol Da-bin than I remember saying those words, but it’s not something I should say in an atmosphere like this.
It may vary depending on the purpose, but there is no need to break the friendly atmosphere.
In reality, each side is holding the nuclear bomb button and pursuing only their own interests as much as possible, but this is also a story that does not need to be brought up.
Expose promiscuous heterosexual relationships and bury them socially.
My boyfriend confesses a story that will make him despair.
They probably don’t want to see blood over there either.
“… Of all the things I learned, that was the most helpful. Skimming.”
“Ah, goddaughter.”
“… Okay, that.”
So that would mean that after practicing with my dick, I went over to my boyfriend and worked hard to make him feel good.
… When I think about it this way, I feel like something is being taken away from me.
My room from a month ago. As I remembered Dabin Seol shaking her wrist with awkward movements, I tried not to cringe in front of her.
Part of me wants Seol Da-bin to betray her boyfriend right away, but her relationship, which has been tightly bound over the years, cannot be undone in a short period of time.
For now, I just wait by the side for that hardness to loosen.
“Baek Ji-ho also looked over me like he did for you…, … He said it felt good…”
“Did you spit on me like you did?”
“… Well, I did fellatio. There was no need to spit. Even though my skills were a bit poor…”
“Hmm… Anyway, what you said last time was awkward with her boyfriend. I guess things have gotten a lot better.”
“… It didn’t get much better. It got slightly better. Just a little.”
“If you keep doing it, it will get better and better.”
“It’s still been like that. For the past month.”
In that case, the fact that you haven’t contacted me so far means that nothing special happened while you were with your boyfriend.
In other words, it must mean that Baek Ji-ho’s trauma is being treated smoothly.
It was quite bad news that my boyfriend’s treatment for his ‘disease’ was going smoothly, but there was nothing I could do about it.
To borrow Lee Ji-yoon’s way of speaking, you should think of it as a time attack.
I just sipped my Americano and gathered my thoughts.
“Anyway, that’s why you said you were going to buy me coffee?”
“… Right… Right?”
“The reason you came so far away is to avoid people you know as much as possible?”
“… None of my close friends live around here.”
“Still, I think it’s a bit bold to meet outside. Wouldn’t it be better to meet at home?”
“… It’s better to get caught here than to get caught going to your house. It still looks like a student-teacher relationship here.”
“If you get caught on your way home…”
“… Anyone can see that it is an affair.”
Adultery.
I wondered if Seol Dabin was saying these words, but in the end, she kept her mouth shut.
If you are thinking of what I did last time as ‘practice’ and ‘teaching’ rather than ‘affair’, then this is much better.
I think there is no better way than this, since you can lower the hurdles in your mind just by changing a word.
But the biggest problem is when Baek Ji-ho, who is currently suffering from trauma, becomes fine…
“Anyway… About your boyfriend. Is he getting better from the disease he said he got last time because of you?”
Until then, will I be able to imprint myself and my tastes on Seol Da-bin one by one?
I asked to get a rough estimate.
“Joe, a little bit. It’s not all better yet.”
“A little bit of means that the blood rushes when stimulated?”
“… Roughly.”
“It’s roughly.”
This probably means that the rigidity is significantly low.
If that’s the case, sex must still have been difficult.
In other words, I am still the only one who has ever penetrated the inside of Seoldabin.
I smiled slightly at her pleasant sense of conquest and was about to ask a few more questions.
Seol Da-bin, who had only answered quietly until now, was the first to speak out.
“Well, it’s because of what we talked about earlier.”
“Earlier?”
“I said things got better with my boyfriend thanks to you…, … That’s it.”
“Why is that?”
Almost for the first time.
I think that’s what they said as soon as they entered the café.
Is there a story that couldn’t be told?
It takes a while to swallow a sip of Americano. I looked towards Dabin, who was resting her chin on her clenched fingers.
But for some reason, he couldn’t meet my eyes and stayed sideways for a while. Or Seol Da-bin, who is busy looking down.
I looked at her long eyelashes and waited for her to speak, and it took almost a minute for the answer to come back.
“…, …”
“Yes?”
However, the voice was so small that I couldn’t hear it.
It wasn’t a loud voice until just now, but now it’s a bit harsh.
So much so that the sound of the footsteps of a group of ants is drowned out.
So she asked again, and Seol Da-bin, who was fanning her hand with a wrinkled expression, began to stammer out her words again.
“What I learned from you… I put it to good use.”
“I’m glad. My boyfriend’s tastes are similar to mine.”
“So…! … That’s…”
“…?”
“… Haa…”
She opened her mouth with a sigh.
Close it tightly without saying a word.
… Biting my lower lip.
Just lightly wet it with the tip of your tongue.
Like that, after opening her lips.
“… I decided to use my meat dildo…, …”
“…”
“… I want to practice a bit. Are you busy with anything?”
Quietly.
Very quietly.
*****
… If Baek Ji-ho feels good by mixing bodies with me, I like it too.
Since each person holds a scary weapon, the minimum line will not be crossed.
I already did it once. Nothing much will change if you commit it twice.
Because I don’t like Seo Woo Jin.
When I see him, my heart flutters, or I feel at ease. Because there is nothing between the two.
It’s just that I hate the fact that I meet multiple women.
Because he is the man I hate the most.
Nevertheless.
That thing I did last time.
Because it felt perfect.
Masturbation that imitates that.
Because it felt perfect.
I masturbated while calling Baek Ji-ho’s name every day.
Spitting out abusive language at Seo Woo Jin’s name.
Puck, puck, poking the pleasant spot that Seo Woo Jin told me about with a dildo.
… Really.
Because it felt good.
As much as the first time I experienced sex.
Because it felt good.
After thinking about it over and over again.
One day, about three days after I masturbated while drunk.
I am.
“Thank you. Take care.”
“…”
I took a taxi with Seo Woo Jin and arrived at his room.
… Loan. Advance payment. Would a word like this be an appropriate metaphor?
I haven’t tried Baekji Tiger yet, but I’m sure he’ll be happy if he does in the future.
Although there were a few lies.
It’s not an outright lie.
“It’s more suspicious if you do that in broad daylight.”
“… That’s my intention. I just want to go up quickly.”
Beep beep.
After the first floor entrance was opened, I followed Seo Woo Jin up the stairs and entered his house.
Since I’ve already been here once, the feeling is more familiar than I thought.
As I was caressing my forearm in the cool breeze of the air conditioner, a large hand reached out right next to me.
He said with a light sigh.
“… I can take care of it. Furthermore, I just have to quickly wash up and get ready.”
“Don’t hit me, but give me a hat and a mask. I’ll put them here.”
“I said I can do it on my own. It’s not like I’m a baby…”
“Whew… Anyway, are you really going to do it?”
“… I will.”
“You’re not biting, are you?”
“Wash it before you actually bite it.”
Today I’m going to practice fellatio, which I’m not good at.
If you’re planning on getting involved with me while secretly threatening me, then just play the role of the meat dildo I mentioned before.
Because I said so.
