episode_0199

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…I know Woojin was enjoying himself too.

Until just now, he was pinned under you, being used like—what should I call it—a bed. How could I not notice?

Seo Woojin, who at first moved slowly as if gauging my reaction, suddenly sped up the moment Jiyoon bit into my shoulder.

At first, all I heard were faint, wet sounds, but then, at some point, came the loud, rhythmic slaps of him driving deep into her.

And when he started tenderly licking her, it felt even more intense than when he’s with me…

“…”

…Ah, seriously.

Because of Jiyoon, what even is this?

Could it be that he actually enjoyed it more with her than with me?

That’s why he came so much… inside her?

Thoughts like these keep popping up.

I hate it.

Woojin himself clearly said I was way, way better.

To keep Jiyoon from worming her way between us, we had sex like crazy just moments ago, as if to prove it to you.

…Haah.

Stop stirring up trouble between us, Lee Jiyoon.

Do you really think I’d ever consider breaking up over something like this?

“Sigh…”

Jiyoon’s never really listened to me since we were kids. Did she dislike me that much?

But then again, we’ve never had a huge fight or anything.

At most, it was just me telling her, “Your eyesight’s getting worse, so cut back on the gaming.”

So is she acting like this because she really likes Woojin that much?

…No, he’s my boyfriend.

Can’t she just find someone else to crush on? Seriously…

First-year guys who are good-looking… Well, there must be some, right?

Though, I’ve never seen anyone as decent as Woojin on my way to school…

Glaring at Jiyoon, who walked into her room without a care—unlike me—I let out a frustrated groan before scurrying to the kitchen.

…Maybe it’s because I’ve been fuming this whole time.

My throat was parched.

“…”

But maybe the cold water helped cool me down?

Because the moment I drank it, Jiyoon’s wicked voice from earlier in the bathroom started replaying in my head.

Biting my shoulder, licking me, asking if it was gross.

Saying she hated it too, but that a lot of guys were perverts who liked that kind of thing.

Even suggesting we lick Woojin’s cock together—what kind of insane, psycho talk was that?

Honestly, taken alone, it wasn’t that big of a deal.

I could’ve just brushed it off with, “Ugh. Lee Jiyoon, who did you take after to turn out like this?”

But the thoughts that crept in afterward became a small problem.

…Namely,

“Hng…”

The more I dwelled on it, the harder it became to ignore the unsettling persuasiveness of Jiyoon’s argument.

“…”

See?

If you look at porn sites, there’s a lot of content with two girls and one guy having sex, right?

Since those videos are popular, people must upload a lot of them.

And considering Woojin did like it when I called him oppa, plus his slightly perverted side…

Biting the edge of the cup absentmindedly, I let out a sigh.

“…Do guys really like that stuff?”

Earlier, I just refused out of irritation,

But seeing Woojin’s excited face as he gripped Jiyoon’s hips and pounded into her…

Or the result—how much he came, enough to spill out…

It’s not like her claims were completely wrong.

Not that Jiyoon’s body is more compatible with Woojin than mine…!

It’s just that maybe seeing her do weird things to me turned him on.

The timing was perfect, too.

Jiyoon isn’t usually like this, but she suddenly started acting strange toward me.

And from her perspective, feeling Woojin get excited inside her must’ve made her want to one-up me…

“Ugh…!”

Whatever.

Maybe Woojin does have a kink like that. I’ll admit that much.

But that doesn’t mean I want to do it.

The reason isn’t complicated.

Doing that with my sister is just weird.

The idea of Jiyoon and me being in that kind of atmosphere is weird.

…So embarrassing.

I don’t want to.

Suggesting we lick his cock together while facing each other,

Or that kissing each other’s bodies would be fine…

…Eugh.

Just imagining it makes me sick…

Clink—as I set the cup down in the sink, the faint sound of a hairdryer started coming from Jiyoon’s room.

Glaring in that direction, I clicked my tongue and headed to my own room.

It suddenly occurred to me—she might’ve pulled that stunt just to have sex with Woojin again.

Though, to be fair, the fact that Woojin got that excited still lingered in my mind.

When I opened the door, Woojin was sitting on the bed in his pajamas, looking at me with a complicated expression—like the excitement from earlier had faded.

A bit of a “Well, I’m fucked” look.

A hint of an attempt to smile for my sake.

And a late-braking “Wait, I shouldn’t smile in this situation” flickering across his face.

Well, even with the circumstances, coming inside his girlfriend’s little sister right in front of her would naturally make him react like that.

But compared to you…

Jiyoon, who acted like it was nothing, should be the one apologizing to me.

“…”

After a brief hesitation,

I smiled brightly at Woojin before his expression could darken further, and only then did a faint, relieved smile appear on his face.

…Was that a bit like an older sister would do…?

“Woojin, we’ve both showered, so it’s your turn now.”

“…Ah, yeah. But I wanted to dry your hair first before I go.”

“Why not just shower now? I dry my hair better than you anyway.”

“…I feel like I should apologize.”

“…”

I could’ve guessed he’d say that.

Staring at his face for a moment, I pulled him into a tight hug and led him to the bed.

It’s not like I’m planning to do something lewd right after he showers.

It’s just…

No big reason, really.

His sweaty body probably still smells like Jiyoon.

And that makes me… a little jealous.

Before he washes it off, I just want to cover him in my scent.

“Noona, you haven’t even brought the hairdryer yet…”

Even though he could resist, he steps back with me, letting me push him onto the bed before settling between his legs.

“We have a towel. The towel.”

I poked at the towel on my head.

“The hairdryer’s too loud—I wouldn’t hear you… Let’s do this first.”

Still in just my underwear,

I clung to him,

acting spoiled.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

“It’s just drying my hair with a towel, what’s there to hurt…?”

Noticing how careful he was being, I playfully rubbed my wet hair against him and smiled like it was nothing.

I only realized later that my freshly washed hair got a little dirty again,

But whatever. It’s not a big deal.

As his hands—trying so hard to be gentle—worked through my hair, we talked.

“…About what happened inside…”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. It was an accident, and you used protection. If you’d pulled out on purpose, that’d be different, but the condom just broke.”

“…”

“And Jiyoon—haah—should’ve stopped if she thought it was weird, but she just got even more into it…”

You did mess up,

But it’s not all your fault.

Lee Jiyoon, that crazy bitch, is just as much an accomplice—no, the mastermind. How could I blame you?

“…”

Besides,

We had sex right in front of Jiyoon because it felt good…

So I’m…

A little responsible too, right?

If Jiyoon’s 80% at fault,

You’re 10%.

And I’m 10%.

Something like that.

“So it’s fine. I’ll let it slide this once. But don’t do it again, okay?”

“…Huh?”

“Hm? Why are you asking me? Did I say something weird?”

“You just… said, ‘Don’t do it again.’”

“…W-Well, in case something similar happens…! Just… y’know. In case.”

“Ah. In case.”

After clumsily finishing my forgiveness and explanation, I hugged Woojin tight and drifted off to dreamland.

Part of me wanted to stay up all night having sex, but Woojin needs rest too.

Besides, today isn’t the end—we still have two more days together. Plenty of chances.

If I can make Jiyoon give up on Woojin completely by then…

…

…And while I’m at it,

Maybe have sex with him again… just to rub it in her face…

“…Nn…”

…Maybe it’s because it’s been a while since I’ve slept next to someone, but I had a very lewd dream.

Though I’m not sure—everything felt tighter than usual.

Maybe it’s because Woojin was sleeping next to me.

But since it was just a dream, it didn’t stay in my memory for long.

As Lee Jiyoon said, Lee Hayoon was the type to sleep through anything.

Still, with her face nuzzled into my chest, I thought she might wake up if I tossed and turned.

But when I replaced myself with the blanket I’d been covering her with, she just hugged it happily, rubbing her face against it.

To test, I pinched her cheeks a few times—no reaction. Satisfied, I quietly slipped out of the bedroom.

Naturally, my destination was

Where the “accomplice” was.

“Don’t you think texting me to come out is risky? What if your sister saw?”

“How else was I supposed to call you? Should we make a secret code just for us?”

“…Haah…”

“Anyway, how did noona react? She seemed a little interested in the bathroom.”

Lee Jiyoon.

The girl who wanted to have sex with me in front of her own sister.

She lifted her pitch-black sleep mask and smirked.

…Well,

She wasn’t actually wearing it properly.

She must’ve just put it on when she heard my footsteps, just in case.

“She didn’t say much. I didn’t want to bring it up first either.”

“…Really? Weird. I was sure she’d ask something like, ‘Did it feel good with Jiyoon?’ in a roundabout way.”

“She didn’t… Oh, she did say it was fine that I came inside you.”

“What? I’m the one who should decide that, not her. Why is she forgiving you?”

“You’d forgive me either way, so what does it matter?”

“…It does matter.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I answered indifferently.

Jiyoon, clearly enjoying this secret meeting, reached out and grabbed my hand.

“You’ve been forgiven, so… Wanna do it again? …Inside?”

Until my wrist disappeared under the covers.

“Why aren’t you answering? Noona even proved I’m safe.”

“…I was just thinking what you’d have done if she hadn’t forgiven me.”

Until it slipped under her pajamas.

“What else? I’d have done it anyway.”

“Why?”

“Do I need a reason? …Pfft. You’re such a nerd.”

“…”

“Ah, you see a lot of guys like that in gaming. Guess it’s part of the whole otaku culture.”

“…Speaking of, why aren’t you gaming? Shouldn’t you be grinding right now?”

“Why would I, when something way more fun showed up? That’s all just meaningless data anyway.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“Hey, Seo Woojin. Know what?”

“What.”

“Noona sleeps till 9 on weekends.”

“…”

“…And today, she’s probably even more tired, so she might sleep longer.”

Until my fingers slid under her underwear.

“You smell like our body wash… …Weird.”

That crazy girl.

Her mocking laugh, calling me a real pervert.

Her whisper that noona wouldn’t wake up no matter how rough I got.

Her panting, telling me the tissues were over there.

And her obvious attempt to lure me into showering with her.

I heard it all.