episode_0175

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…It hadn’t even been five minutes since leaving the store.

Why does everything keep going wrong like this?

Is it just not my day?

“Ah, damn it… Why won’t they pick up the damn call…?”

I’m already irritated by the sudden rain that started pouring when I was about halfway here from the store.

Even after using my hand as an umbrella to get here, the apartment entrance won’t open despite me calling properly.

At this point, I can’t help but resent the faceless person who ordered delivery at this exact timing.

The root of all this—Dad.

The arrow of blame turns toward Dad, who sent his precious daughter out to deliver side dishes just to save a little on delivery fees, saying it was close by.

…Just you wait. If he doesn’t give me a big allowance this time,

I’m straight-up boycotting him for days.

“…Oh, it opened.”

Thinking they might’ve gone to the bathroom for a second, I tried calling again.

Even that response was delayed, so I was about to call them, but thankfully, the entrance door opened just as I pulled out my phone.

Now that I think about it, the portion did seem a bit much for one person.

If there are two people, shouldn’t the other one have opened the door?

Or are they just a typical glutton? Drinking alone?

Hating the world, I grumble under my breath as I climb the stairs.

And there, standing in front of Unit 205—the bigger culprit than Dad—was…

“…Hah, sorry. I was washing up…”

“…Ah, no, it’s fine…”

A grown man, wearing only loose sweatpants that looked like sleepwear.

“It’s raining outside, huh?”

“…Yeah. A little…”

A man who was—

Moderately handsome.

Moderately well-built.

Drenched not in water but sweat,

making it seem less like he had just washed up

and more like he had been working out intensely until just now.

…And, well,

the bulge under his pants was… noticeably prominent.

To anyone with decent awareness,

it looked less like he had rushed out mid-shower to get the delivery

and more like he had been in the middle of rough sex until just moments ago.

That kind of man.

“…E-enjoy your meal…”

“…Thanks.”

Wow. Wow.

I’d only heard stories, but you really do get to see things like this while delivering.

Too embarrassed, I quickly averted my gaze, and the door closed as if telling me to leave now that I’d handed over the food.

“……”

I wonder if I’ll hear any strange noises from inside.

Before leaving, I press my ear lightly against the door, but

all I hear is the click of the inner door closing.

After that, nothing.

175

Thud.

After placing the bag on the table, I head back to the bed.

It’ll cool down if I leave it for a while, but…

…Whatever.

It’s not like I was planning to eat this crap anyway.

“…You could’ve at least dressed properly before going out…”

“I had pants on. What’s the problem?”

“…The delivery person. It was a… girl.”

“So?”

“…Because she’s a girl. Yeah.”

“What does that matter? It’s not like I’ll see her again.”

“…Still, she’s a girl.”

What difference does it make that she’s a girl?

Smirking at Hayoon, who’s peeking out from under the blanket with only her eyes visible, I quickly take off the pants I’d hastily put on.

Then, I notice the condom that had torn just below the head from barely grazing against the fabric.

…Unless it’s Jiyoon, Hayoon hasn’t allowed things like creampies yet, so.

Annoying, but I peel off the condom, slick with all kinds of fluids, toss it next to the bag, and put on a new one as I approach Hayoon.

Just the condoms filled with thick, jelly-like cum already make about six.

One that tore during sex and had to be discarded.

Including the one I just threw away, that’s eight in total.

My head’s a bit fuzzy from over an hour of nonstop sex, but…

Every time she spreads her dripping pussy with her own hands,

forming a V to show it off,

I just can’t stop.

“What if, just what if, the girl somehow gets your number…?”

“I wouldn’t give it. Hardly anyone knows my number to begin with.”

“…Who does, then?”

“You, Hayoon. The academy director. …Ah, and Jiyoon, I guess.”

“…”

“…What? Why?”

I was about to pull the blanket off her again and pound her cervix like before,

but Hayoon’s gripping it tightly, refusing to let go.

“Hey, Woojin.”

“Yeah.”

“Jiyoon… she’s, you know…”

“…Yeah.”

“…”

“…”

“…Are you two close?”

“…How close?”

Before I can answer,

she asks a strangely loaded question,

as if she won’t let go until I respond.

“Well. I guess we’re pretty close?”

“…How much?”

“A lot. She doesn’t have friends.”

“…Neither do you.”

“I choose not to make them.”

“…Hmm.”

“So, why’d you ask that all of a sudden?”

“…J-just wondering…”

Even in my post-nut haze, the thought briefly crosses my mind—Does she suspect our secret relationship?

But at worst, it’d only be that much.

She wouldn’t know the extent of what we’ve done,

just suspecting that Jiyoon and I might’ve done something alone.

That’s it.

Even though I’ve been secretly creampieing her little sister while dating her,

if she knew everything, there’s no way she’d still be this nice to me, right?

There’s only one way she could find out—

if Jiyoon outright told her.

But unless she’s completely lost her mind,

there’s no way she’d reveal that first.

So, well… at most, she’s probably just bothered that I’m close not only to her but also to her sister.

In other words—jealousy.

Not toward anyone else,

but toward her own sister.

A tiny, petty jealousy.

“…”

…Since it’s an emotion Hayoon’s never shown before,

I feel like I can use this somehow.

So I do.

“…Why? Do you not like me being close to Jiyoon?”

“…! I-it’s not that I don’t like it… I was just wondering how close you were…”

Instead of the excuse Hayoon just gave—just wondering—

she reveals her obvious underlying feelings.

“Hayoon.”

“…”

“Lee Hayoon.”

“…W-what…?”

“If you don’t like me being close to Jiyoon, just say it honestly.”

“…”

“Then I’ll keep my distance from her.”

“…”

And then—

I’ll distance myself from Jiyoon.

To me, you’re more important than Jiyoon.

With a low, calm voice,

I feed her sweet lies,

letting myself feel a small sense of superiority.

…Jealousy—

when I’m the one making someone else feel it,

it might look a little pathetic.

“…Or what, should I kiss you in front of Jiyoon?”

“K-kiss… is… um…”

But when I’m the one being envied,

it feels really good.

For example—

right now.

Like this.

“…J-just a little distance would be nice…”

“A little?”

“…Yeah.”

“How much, exactly?”

“…Just, like, gaming together…?”

“…What about PC bangs? Don’t go.”

“Yeah… I don’t like seeing you and Jiyoon alone together…”

“…Why? You think I’d do something weird with her?”

“It’s not that…”

Hayoon, who had been brushing it off as simple curiosity until now,

squirms further under the blanket, hiding her face,

and without realizing—

“I’m worried Jiyoon might do something weird to you…”

“…”

“She’s never had any female friends before, so, you know…”

“…”

“I’m scared she might… develop strange feelings for you…”

“…”

…With her own words,

without anyone prompting her,

she outright—

implies she suspects her own sister,

to that extent.

…She’s late.

Hayoon.

“……”

Are they showering together right about now?

Ah, they might’ve gotten turned on in the shower and gone at it again.

Seo Woojin—he definitely did that with me, so he’d probably do the same with Hayoon.

Though Hayoon’s a bit… lacking in comparison, so maybe he wasn’t as turned on and just showered properly.

They wouldn’t have had time for condoms, so maybe he just used his mouth.

As for titfucking…

Unnie, your chest is a size smaller than mine.

And as for raw sex—

she’s too much of a coward to allow that.

…Anyway,

must be nice, Unnie.

Having a boyfriend with a big dick,

being able to go all out without worrying about being seen.

Meanwhile, I had to use pathetic excuses like PC bangs just to sneak in quick sex with Woojin.

“……”

But whatever, it’s fine.

Hayoon probably hasn’t had sex at the academy yet.

Somewhere secluded, like a storage room people rarely visit,

or even the infirmary.

…I just sleep during written exams anyway.

I can make up excuses like period cramps—something even Woojin can’t easily treat—to skip out,

and in that time,

I’ll mark every corner of Woojin’s memory with my scent first…

-Beep, beepbeepbeepbeep.

12:40 AM.

…He came back way earlier than when I let Woojin creampie me.

As expected, Unnie just took a quick shower, huh?

I let out a dark chuckle at the thought, but only briefly.

Staring at the game result screen boldly displaying DEFEAT, I turn off the computer and stand up.

…No reason to stay here.

Hayoon’s an idiot who hasn’t even begun to suspect what’s between Woojin and me.

She’s the kind of fool who’d seriously ask me if I’m a lesbian.

Even if I provoked her right to her face, she wouldn’t get it, would she?

“I’ve brought her back, so I’ll be going now.”

“Ah, thanks.”

As soon as I open the door, the two of them are standing in the entryway.

One is Hayoon, wearing a gray hoodie with the zipper halfway down.

And the other—

Seo Woojin, with one shoulder slightly damp from the rain.

“…”

So it was raining outside.

Arms crossed under my chest, I quietly stare at Woojin.

I didn’t expect him to greet me first.

With Hayoon here, a simple glance—like how cats acknowledge each other—would’ve been enough.

But he gives me a brief glance,

then looks away, gently patting Unnie’s head instead.

…To me,

who he’d even said he loved when we were alone,

he acts like I don’t exist.

No, rather—

like he cares about Unnie more.

“Eek… I just dried it, why’re you messing it up…?”

“You’re going to bed soon anyway.”

“Still…”

“Anyway, I’m heading out. I’m sleepy too.”

“H-hey, Woojin.”

“Yeah?”

“Before you go, um…”

“…Ah.”

…As Woojin says he’s leaving, Hayoon grabs his clothes and tugs.

Woojin looks at her for a moment,

then—

still without even glancing at me—

“…Chu, mmph… Hah…”

Hayoon cutely rises on her tiptoes,

and their lips meet.

…Isn’t this kiss a little too long?

Long enough that I think that,

right in front of me,

for what feels like forever.

“……Y-you taste different…”

“We brushed our teeth earlier. It’s just the toothpaste.”

“Hehe… Now we taste the same on our tongues.”

“…It’ll change back by tomorrow anyway.”

Unnie’s cheerful voice.

Woojin’s calm voice.

…Drowned out by their exchange, I let out a quiet sigh and silently grab barley tea from the fridge.

“…”

It’s obvious why Unnie’s putting on this show with Woojin in front of me,

and it’s so transparent it’s almost funny.

That’s why,

just a little,

it pisses me off.