episode_0370

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“I’m tired, so let’s do this next time.”

Though I barely managed to spit out those words, Lee Jiyoon didn’t respond to them at all.

Instead, she just fumbled her way from gripping my wrist to grabbing her sister’s.

Not that it helped in any meaningful way.

At best, she was mimicking the act of helping.

Just enough to pretend.

“Huu….”

“….”

If anything, she was in the way—I wanted to tell her to step aside for a moment.

But in the end, I swallowed my irritation with a tired sigh and kicked off my crumpled shoes.

They say the desire for sleep is one of humanity’s strongest urges. Maybe that’s why, in my drowsiness, I found myself lost in pointless thoughts.

But perhaps because of that—

As I walked absentmindedly, the thudding of my footsteps echoed louder than expected.

Especially since we were on the second floor—loud enough for the first-floor neighbors to notice.

Wondering if the late hour made it worse, I carefully adjusted my steps before twisting open the now-familiar doorknob to Lee Hayoon’s room with all my strength.

Clean but not exactly tidy, slightly messy, with—

Dolls that were clearly won from claw machines scattered here and there, giving off the distinct lived-in feel of a girl’s room.

Stepping inside, I carefully laid Hayoon, who was swaying drunkenly, onto the neatly made bed.

Though all I really did was adjust her head onto the pillow.

The night air, already thick with the rising humidity of early summer.

And the fact that I had carried Hayoon all the way to the entrance alone—

Wiping away the cold sweat beading on my skin, I stared down at her as she squirmed happily, oblivious even if I were to carry her again.

Judging by her state, waking her up to wash and change seemed impossible.

Still, at the very least, she should change out of her clothes.

And there was probably more to do…

…Ah, right. Her phone.

After haphazardly plugging the phone I’d just received from Seol Dabin into the charger by the bed, I turned on the fan tucked in the corner—just in case she got too hot while sleeping—and began searching for Hayoon’s pajamas somewhere in the room.

“…Hey, Lee Jiyoon.”

“….”

With the same small pressure I’d felt earlier—her grip pulling my wrist somewhere—

I was dragged out before I could even change Hayoon’s clothes, let alone her socks.

“Hayoon unnie should change out of her clothes. …She’s still in her outdoor wear.”

“….”

“Are you listening?”

“Yeah.”

It wasn’t because Jiyoon was physically stronger than me. She was from the magic realm, after all.

Nor was it because catching a whiff of her scent had reignited my libido.

Having sex for hours on end—like I had with these sisters before—was exhausting even for someone as resilient as me.

Right now, I was just too tired to resist.

The will to resist was the same.

With the half-hearted thought that if I kept complaining about how tired I was, she’d eventually let me go—I stared at the back of Jiyoon’s heels.

The place she dragged me to, still gripping my wrist, was none other than Jiyoon’s room.

Just six, maybe seven steps away from Hayoon’s.

Like a hero apprehending a villain, she refused to let go of my wrist even as she firmly closed the door behind us.

For me, of course, the sensation of her body—whether her chest, legs, or any other part—pressed against me in her pajamas wasn’t unpleasant. But it was nowhere near enough to shake off this exhaustion.

If anything, it made me wonder if I’d need to chug some weak aphrodisiac just to get hard again.

…But if I just let this happen, it felt like Jiyoon wouldn’t be satisfied until she’d taken things all the way.

And the more exhausted I got, the more unreasonable irritation bubbled up.

As she struggled to close the door in that awkward position, I quietly spoke up.

“I told you earlier. I’m tired.”

“So?”

“Let’s do it tomorrow. Tomorrow, when we have time.”

“Do what tomorrow?”

“You dragged me here for a reason, right?”

“What reason do you think I have?”

“…You brought me here to have sex, didn’t you?”

“Hah…? No?”

But Jiyoon just let out a sigh, as if exasperated, before staring straight into my eyes with those deep green irises identical to her sister’s.

“Not sex, but… that.”

“That what?”

“…Fairness.”

“…?”

Fairness?

As I quietly mulled over the meaning of that word, Jiyoon, who had been gripping my wrist the entire time, carefully pulled my hand.

Her strength was still negligible, but with no resistance from me, my body naturally followed.

Until I stopped just inches from her, close enough for our toes to almost touch.

…Even though, just moments ago, she’d been holding my wrist while closing the door, pressing our bodies together—now, despite the distance, it felt even closer.

Only then did Jiyoon loosen her grip slightly before hesitantly continuing.

“You… spent all this time with unnie, getting her drunk.”

“….”

“…I was stuck at home all day today….”

Completely off the mark.

But still, in its own way, amusing.

A statement that revealed the reason behind her earlier actions.

“You know your sister can’t handle alcohol. …Remember that time the three of us—you, me, and her—drank beer together?”

“…Yeah.”

“But if Hayoon—if unnie got this drunk….”

“….”

“…You’d have done it, right?”

“….”

“Unnie is pretty, but… still….”

Deliberately shutting my mouth, I silently looked down at Jiyoon. The deep green eyes that had been staring up at me gradually lowered.

Glancing to the side, or staring somewhere around my chest.

Maybe it was a ploy to evoke sympathy.

Or maybe, despite saying all this, she was asking what she should do now.

If the latter was the correct answer, then the only obvious follow-up was clear.

The one and only thing Jiyoon could want from me right now was—

…Fairness.

Doing the same things I did with her sister in her imagination.

No—more.

Breaking that fairness.

The wandering thoughts didn’t last long.

For a simple reason.

It wasn’t that my libido, which had been near zero just moments ago, suddenly surged without any backbone.

But because, ever since earlier, the exhaustion embedded deep in the wrinkles of my brain kept causing bursts of unreasonable irritation to rise and fall.

After taking a deep breath—one weighed down by fatigue—I clenched my teeth and forced out one of the many responses swirling on my tongue.

“You’ve got the wrong idea. I didn’t do anything with your sister today.”

“….”

“If we had, I’d smell at least a little like alcohol. …If you don’t believe me, take a whiff. Hayoon unnie got this drunk because she was out drinking with friends.”

“….”

Perhaps because my gaze flicked between her eyes and my clothes.

Jiyoon, who had been chewing her lip, finally grabbed my clothes and stepped closer.

Once, her nose brushed near my collarbone, right where my face would be.

After a barely audible sniff, she pulled back without a word.

Another time, she lifted her petite heel slightly, bringing her nose close to my chin, near my lips.

Unable to help it, I covered my mouth with the back of my hand, but again, after a soft sniff, she stepped away silently.

Then, her lips moved.

“…You do smell a little like alcohol….”

“Probably from carrying Hayoon unnie all the way here.”

I wanted to answer firmly, but even that was too much.

Given how exhausted I was—enough to doze off on the subway earlier—my voice carried a sluggishness, like layers of fat clinging to it.

So I gave up on my voice, deciding to make my point through actions instead before heading home—

“…Ah. So you didn’t have sex with unnie today.”

“….”

“…I didn’t get to have sex today either.”

In the end, I failed.

“…If we have sex now, unnie… …would never hear it.”

Because I’m an idiot.

“The neighbors might hear a little, but… …unnie wouldn’t.”

“….”

“…She wouldn’t know if fairness was broken while she was asleep.”

When a girl like Jiyoon—exactly my type—brushes her fingers lightly over my cock through my pants.

When a girl who would never act like this in front of others presses close, radiating the scent of a female in heat—

…Even after forcing myself to cum multiple times today,

my balls grew heavy again.

Because I’m an idiot.

We didn’t do much.

Despite my libido, which I thought had completely subsided, stirring back to life—separate from that, too much had happened this afternoon.

“Chup, ff… …Hh….”

Kissing Jiyoon, who was perched on the computer desk, as her shirt came undone.

While I, in turn, tore at her pajamas as if stripping her, kissing her fiercely.

“Hey…, ngh……. …Hurry… up…….”

“The walls are thin, shh, shh—” I whispered, rubbing her clit with my fingers until she moaned.

Then, as if refusing to lose, she used her foot to torment my cock through my clothes, making it throb painfully—

“……Hih, ngh….”

In the end, we had sex.

“Hahk…, ngk…, wait……. …Ah, ah…….”

On a bed identical to her sister’s, but drenched in Jiyoon’s scent, I pressed her down face-first.

Using her like a toy.

My arms, veins bulging, pinning her in place.

Her short white hair swaying with each thrust.

With the same cock that had spilled seed countless times today, I scraped against her soaked walls.

Whether she clutched the sheets, writhing, or whimpered in a cute voice as she came—

I didn’t care.

I fucked her as I pleased.

Pahng, pahng, pahng, pahng.

Even if she tried to muffle her moans.

The fact that we were having sex—

I made sure the neighbors would hear.

From the thick glans she struggled to take without her teeth scraping—

To the swollen base of my cock.

I shoved it all in.

“……Hey, Seo Jin-woo, outside… the sound….”

“…Huu…….”

Then, slow footsteps sounded from outside.

A faint, shuffling noise, like stepping on grains of sand.

Wondering if it was a neighbor, I tried to calm my excitement and pulled my twitching cock out. Jiyoon, dripping with transparent slick, fumbled to pull the blanket over her face.

Her ragged breaths leaked out quietly—seems she was trying her best to stay silent.

Was it someone coming to complain about the noise at night?

As I entertained that plausible thought, a knock soon came at the front door.

At least they weren’t pounding angrily.

Either way, I couldn’t answer, so Jiyoon, hastily throwing on her pajamas, headed to the door.

“Ah, hello. I’m Hayoon’s friend….”

But the voice from outside wasn’t a suffering neighbor.

…It was someone completely unexpected.

Seol Dabin.

“We were drinking together earlier, but Hayoon and I… our phones got….”

Her usual sharp tone was softened, almost hesitant.

Listening to her explain—something about exchanging phones by mistake, an absurd reason I couldn’t comprehend—

And the fact that she came all the way here at this hour just to return it—

A pointless thought crossed my mind.

“Ah, thank…”

“No, it’s fine. Goodni…”

Was there something she wanted to see?

When she sent a heavily drunk Hayoon and a relatively sober me back to the same house.

And then, a few minutes later—

…When traces of something impossible to hide immediately had been left behind.

Was there something she wanted to see?

That kind of—

I brushed off the clear logic.

A vulgar, conspiracy-like thought.

“….”

…Well, it’s not entirely wrong.

Maybe I’ll talk to Seol Dabin on Monday.

Casually mention that I was home when she came by for the phone.

If she has nothing to hide, she’ll act confidently, right?

…But if she does have something to hide—

Even if it’s awkward for her,

I’d be happy.