episode_0179

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Lately, Yozora had grown quieter—unusual for her.

Instead, Han Soo-ah, who had been cautiously hesitating, visited the infirmary, and the two exchanged idle chatter.

Among the things I remember:

She admitted she still felt reluctant to make friends with the opposite sex, so she was trying to build friendships with the same gender first.

But for some reason, kids found her difficult to approach.

She worried that, like this, she wouldn’t be any help to her parents.

At some point mid-conversation, Yozora seemed to recall something and perked back up—thankfully regaining her usual brightness.

To that, I casually suggested, “How about practicing smiling in the mirror?” before carefully adding that I might be hard to reach for the next few days.

Of course, I didn’t give her the honest reason.

Han Soo-ah and I were still just sex partners—something more than that, but not quite lovers.

Saying something like “I’m off to ruin a girl’s life” would still be too much, right?

I could barely pat her head without hesitation, let alone fully mold her yet. Revealing my true thoughts wouldn’t do me any good anyway.

If she were a girl with pitch-black intentions like Yozora, maybe…

…No, never mind.

Why even think about Yozora?

There’s no reason I’d get tangled up with her anymore.

“See you next time, Soo-ah.”

“Yes…”

“I’ll be here during the day anyway, so don’t take it too hard.”

“Still…”

“I’ll text you first when I get a chance. When that happens…”

“…You have to. Promise me…”

“Yeah. Sure.”

So, after smoothing things over with reassuring words and pretending to be busy, I saw Han Soo-ah off.

Silence returned to the infirmary.

Wiping the fake smile from my face, I habitually glanced at my left wrist before scanning the wall.

Thirty minutes left until dismissal.

Hmm— I exhaled a satisfied sigh and stretched.

“…”

Just how many condoms would I need?

And when would I stop needing them?

Creak— With the sound of the chair back,

I happily calculated in my head.

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179

After sending Lee Hayoon and Lee Jiyoon ahead to their place, I stopped by my house briefly.

I wanted out of this cumbersome uniform… and I needed to grab condoms for those two.

Opening the drawer, I found about ten sleeves left. That much.

Scratching the back of my neck at the unexpectedly low number, I stuffed all remaining ones into my crossbag.

This amount would barely last a day or two, so I placed an order for a whole box while I was at it.

If I made them take the pill, I wouldn’t need condoms at all, but…

Well.

Whether they’d go as far as taking medication was still unknown.

No harm in thorough preparation.

If either of them ended up pregnant, it’d be trouble for them—and for me.

I didn’t want to recklessly creampie them and risk pregnancy.

Unless Hayoon and Jiyoon begged me to impregnate them after relentless pleading…

…on unsafe days,

after a whole night of raw sex,

only then would I want to see

that expression of complete conquest.

Though,

that was still a long way off, of course.

“Haa…”

Mid-April afternoon.

Past the lingering cold snap, it was finally warm enough to call it spring.

Wearing just a thin jacket instead of a coat, I headed straight for the girls’ place without detours.

Ding-dong. Pressing the worn-out doorbell,

Click. The entrance swung open in under five seconds.

“…You’re here?”

“…Yeah.”

Lee Jiyoon wore… an indescribable expression.

Happiness.

Anticipation.

Concern.

Excitement.

The filthy guilt of keeping something from her sister.

Her face brimming with all these emotions,

she was tugged back by Lee Hayoon, who had emerged a beat later,

welcoming me inside.

“Hey, Jiyoon, move…!”

“…If you’re just coming for your body, why bring a bag?”

“I might need a change of clothes if I sweat or something stains… and other necessities.”

“Get out here…!”

“…Condoms? Or… y’know…”

“Stuff like that, yeah.”

“Are you deaf?!”

“…Gimme the bag. I’ll put it in my room.”

“Why not leave it in the living room? It’s not like you’re the only one using it.”

“…I am the only one using it.”

“Hey!”

“It’s annoying to go back and forth. Besides, today’s gonna… …You’re only allowed in my room.”

While Hayoon scoffed (“Are you my girlfriend or something?”),

Jiyoon—staggering from her sister yanking her back—held out her hand to take my bag.

She headed straight to her room, but while I was taking off my shoes, Hayoon effortlessly snatched it away.

Looks like in magical arm-wrestling, she’s no match for her sister.

I adjusted my clothes, watching the bag disappear into Hayoon’s room instead of the living room, when Jiyoon scurried over to inspect my outfit in my stead.

“You know how to handle men’s clothes?”

“As long as it looks good to me.”

“…People might mistake you for my girlfriend.”

“If we like each other and confessed, wouldn’t that make us lovers?”

“…”

“Plus… isn’t that the ‘setup’? Your sister’s under that impression too.”

Whisper whisper.

Muttering things Hayoon shouldn’t hear,

she subtly

groped my body.

Only the parts

that clearly

didn’t need touching.

Meticulously.

“Not girlfriends, though. I said it was one-sided. Easier to explain that way to your sister.”

“I know. You think I’m clueless? And unrequited love is sweeter anyway.”

“…‘Sweeter’? You sound like someone who’s had a crush before.”

“…Oh, right. Talking about me.”

“Screw you, jerk.”

“Ugh… quit sticking fingers in my mouth. Gross…”

“Says the guy who shoved his fingers in my mouth last time we had sex!”

…So that’s it.

Before lunch, I’d texted her: “FYI, the ‘setup’ is that you have a crush on me.”

Seeing Jiyoon cling tightly, giggling and whispering, almost made me believe it myself.

“…And Jiyoon, why’re you groping my chest? You’ve got your own.”

“Duh. To turn you on.”

“What guy gets hard from chest rubs?”

“It’s all over the porn next door. Girls riding guys while… licking them like cats…”

“Stop. I don’t hate it, but no need to force it.”

“…Hmph. So you only get off from below?”

“Basically.”

…Simple-minded. But kinda cute.”

“…”

“Guess I’ll have to focus on sucking down there if we ever do it properly with sis…”

“…”

“And leave kisses and foreplay to her.”

This girl,

she didn’t just ‘like’ Seo Woojin—her sister’s boyfriend.

She straight-up liked him.

“Anyway, done. Tuck your shirt in under the sweater. Just now, you looked kinda… middle-aged.”

“That bad? ‘Middle-aged’?”

“Want me to say ‘oppa’ like sis instead?”

“…Did I ever mention that to you?”

“Huh? You left our call on while you banged her.”

“…Oh.”

“Ugh. Whatever. No way you’re an ‘oppa’ to me. You should be calling me noona.”

“…”

“What girl would go out of her way to help her sister have a threesome? Guys totally fetishize this.”

“…”

“Count yourself lucky. …You freak.”

Funny.

She only helped because she wanted to fuck me in front of her sister too.

Swallowing Jiyoon’s transparent ulterior motives, I smirked—just as Hayoon cleared her throat loudly from the hallway.

“…”

“…”

“…”

But no words came.

Just awkward silence, waiting for someone to break it.

“…Ah.”

After nearly a minute of staring, Jiyoon finally moved.

…Like she was hinting we should head to her room,

she tugged at my sleeve repeatedly.

Whether Hayoon noticed or not,

her emerald eyes flicked downward briefly.

It wasn’t approval.

Hell, it wasn’t even disapproval.

Just embarrassment.

Like she was imagining what’d happen in her sister’s room,

her ears burning red.

Cough, cough. Clearing her throat again,

she fidgeted, digging her toes into the floor.

“So, you two, sex, uh… dammit.”

Too many thoughts to articulate.

I barely held back a laugh at Hayoon’s flustered mumbling.

Provoked—or maybe testing boundaries—Jiyoon laced her fingers through mine.

“…”

Hayoon stepped closer and forcibly pried our hands apart.

Then, one demand:

“…An hour.”

“…”

“Only an hour. Then come out.”

“…”

An abrupt amendment to our unspoken agreement.

…Well, since Hayoon was the one ‘lending’ me out,

her changing rules on a whim wasn’t too strange.

“H-hold on. I’ll grab the condoms…”

An hour.

Not exactly leisurely, but enough for a decent round.

I was mulling it over when Hayoon—glancing nervously between us—ducked into her room.

Then, after rummaging through my bag,

she handed me…

Not an entire sleeve,

but just one,

a single condom

from the opened pack.

“…Here.”

“…”

“…Take it.”

“…”

Even an idiot could tell what this meant.

That supposedly generous ‘one hour’ was just lip service—

what she really meant was 15 minutes, then scram.

Not that I minded—I planned to fuck until past midnight anyway—

but still…

“…Hey. My wrist—”

“Noona.”

Jiyoon, gripping my outstretched wrist, countered sharply:

“You said ‘an hour’?”

“…Yeah?”

“And you expect him to last an hour… with just one condom?”

“…”

She clearly had zero intention

of keeping it short.

“Last time with Woojin… we blew through almost two sleeves in an hour.”

“…”

That was when I came inside her six, seven times—

pounding relentlessly,

lost in the moment.

“…Ah. So Noona, you…”

“…”

Layering lies atop truths only Jiyoon and I knew,

she smirked at her speechless sister.

Like she’d forgotten this was meant to be ‘breakup sex,’

not pleasure.

“To think that’s all you can handle…”

“…”

Giggle, giggle.

She seemed less like

the Jiyoon I knew,

and more like—

for the first time—

a true sister to Hayoon.

Mocking her effortlessly.