episode_0049

49

“Here. Do I look more like your sister now?”

Lee Jiyoon, now sporting a ponytail with a pitch-black hair tie, stood in front of me and gave me an awkward smile.

Honestly, it was painfully obvious how forced it was.

But maybe because we were sisters, I could see a faint overlap with Lee Hayoon, who usually walked around with a dazzling smile.

If we’re just talking about appearances, though, the only resemblance was their eye color.

“You kinda do look like Hayoon-noona now.”

“Yeah? Then… wanna add a ‘Woojin-ah~’ at the end?”

“You don’t sound like her, so just don’t.”

“…Really? Well, I wouldn’t know how she acts when she’s alone with you.”

How she acts, huh…

She’s cute but insists on being treated like a noona, doing weird things to make it happen.

And yet, the moment I stroke her hair and press down to the roots, she buries her forehead against me, shivering in delight.

Then, after sex, she sulks for about two minutes without saying a word.

A simple “Sorry” melts her resentment, and she breaks into a soft smile before letting me kiss her.

After the kiss, we have sex again until time is almost up.

It’s not something you can fake by just saying you’ll act the part.

Besides, one woman like that is enough.

Me? I just want to fuck you, Lee Jiyoon.

I want to see how you’ll react.

So.

“…Lee Hayoon.”

Jiyoon, doing her best to imitate her sister, stood before me.

And I deliberately called her by Hayoon’s name.

A contradiction, really.

But honestly, at this point, I think I get what your kink is.

The way you flinch the moment you’re called by your sister’s name instead of your own—

Yeah, my guess is probably right.

The first day we met.

The way you looked at Hayoon when she came to the infirmary, spitting out snide remarks like you had no manners.

When you told me your sister’s preferences as payment for treating you.

The way you were weirdly conscious of me.

At the karaoke room.

Climbing onto my lap and pressing down on me for no reason.

Now.

You said it was fine to do it at my place,

but you kept asking if I was really going to do it here,

behind your sister’s back,

in your sister’s room,

smiling like your sister,

with a hairstyle like your sister’s,

pretending to help me practice with her.

You can’t blame me for misunderstanding, right?

“……Ah.”

I grabbed her wrist and pushed her onto the bed. She let out a short gasp before clamping her mouth shut.

For a moment, I stared down at her jade-green eyes, lost and confused, before pulling up the khaki jacket she was wearing to cover half her face.

The inside was lined with soft white fleece, so it wouldn’t hurt.

Using it to muffle her mouth, I—

“…! …?!”

—pressed my lips against hers. Gently.

“……! …. …!”

Our skin didn’t touch.

No saliva mixed.

Not even our breaths intertwined.

Just our gazes, locked together,

in a brittle,

kiss-like something.

Jiyoon, flustered, struggled hard, so I pinned her wrists firmly against the bed and continued that “bad” act.

…Jiyoon, you’re doing this in Hayoon’s room because you want to do something bad behind your sister’s back too, aren’t you?

No?

“Mm…! ……! ….”

For a while, I kept up the fake kiss as Jiyoon kept avoiding my gaze.

Frowning, I carefully wiped my lips with the back of my hand and sat up.

Jiyoon, her face flushed red, was already pushing against me with her bare feet.

…Fuck, that hurts.

“Puhah…! Hah…! Hah……! Wh-what the hell are you doing, you psycho…!”

“Why?”

“Th-that was a kiss…! That…!”

“Our lips didn’t touch. And you told me to go for it.”

“…W-well, yeah, but…”

She had a bit of Hayoon’s vibe earlier, but now, after just one fake kiss, she was back to being just Jiyoon.

The same Jiyoon I’d hear over Discord while gaming.

I like this way more than your forced Hayoon impression.

But you probably want to be taken while pretending to be your sister, huh?

That’s your kink, after all.

With your sister’s boyfriend,

behind your sister’s back,

pretending to be your sister,

doing something bad.

That kind of kink.

…To put it simply,

you’re just a fucking pervert.

“No kissing?”

“……. …You can. But, like earlier, keep something in between… No real kissing…”

See?

You could’ve just said no outright,

but you left room for it.

Sly.

“So? That’s it? No sex?”

“Wh-what do you mean, that’s it?”

“I asked where the line is.”

Still pinning her wrists to the bed, I watched as Jiyoon’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

And what came out was—

“…J-just no sex… That’s it…”

—a mutter with plenty of room for interpretation.

“I’m just helping you practice with noona…”

A mutter that could only be interpreted one way.

“I-it’s not like I’ll wear out from a little touching…”

“…….”

“You’re noona’s boyfriend, so it’s not like you have ulterior motives…”

“…….”

“We’re friends, right?”

“…….”

“…You’re not gonna think weird things, are you? It’s just touching. Right?”

A mutter filled with excuses,

impossible to understand with normal sensibilities,

meant only to indulge her own tastes.

“…So, as long as it’s not sex, it’s fine?”

“…Yeah.”

“I can touch your body the same way I do with Hayoon-noona?”

“…But you still have to draw the line somewhere, okay?”

“The line? So you’re saying I can touch your chest?”

“W-well, yeah…! But…”

Cutting into her muttering,

“…You can touch, but no pinching, twisting, or squeezing…”

An even smaller whisper echoed across Hayoon’s bed.

With her wrists pinned, she couldn’t even hide her bright red face.

Whisper, whisper.

Grabbing the collar of her clothes again, I continued.

“If you don’t like something, kick me like earlier. Hurt like hell.”

“…Did it hurt?”

“You stomped on me with your heel. Of course it hurt.”

“…I’ll be careful. I just panicked earlier because it was sudden…”

“Whatever. Just hit me hard. If I don’t get the hint, you’ll just get frustrated.”

“…….”

“…Here. Bite this.”

“…….”

She gave a small nod before carefully clamping her lips around the khaki jacket I held to her mouth.

Staring into her jade-green eyes—identical to her sister’s—

I pressed my lips against hers again,

with only the rough fabric between us.

“……. ….”

No biting,

no tongue,

no nibbling,

nothing.

Just a fake kiss, acting like we were doing something.

Jiyoon, who had been kicking me earlier for even suggesting a kiss, now lay quietly beneath me, staring blankly up at my face.

The only movement was her thighs rubbing together restlessly against the bed.

Seems like the whole noona thing was just an excuse to indulge your own desires.

But whatever.

Rather than holding back laughter at your awkward acting,

this is way better.

Just keep going.

“…Hah…”

“…….”

I pulled my lips away from the khaki jacket,

took a short breath,

and exhaled softly.

Her coat had warmed slightly from our close contact.

Looking down at it, I gathered Jiyoon’s wrists above her head and pinned them firmly.

“…Now that I look, I think your chest is bigger than noona’s. Right?”

“…Use honorifics. I’m playing noona right now…”

“Is it?”

“…Mine’s a little bigger… Mmph…”

Jiyoon muttered, embarrassed.

I pressed my lips to hers again,

then placed a hand over her plain white T-shirt.

The moment I touched her, her waist tensed.

Just a light stroke upward, and her ribs squirmed beneath the wrists I held down.

Past them,

until my thumb sank into the soft swell of her chest.

Slowly.

I dragged it up.

“…Nngh… Hey, Seo Woojin…”

“What?”

“At least… say something while you do it…”

“Like what? I have been talking.”

“…I can’t hold back anymore, noona… or something. You know…!”

“…….”

“Right now, it just feels like… we’re having s-sex…”

“…I get what you’re going for, but this isn’t a romance novel. That line’s disgusting.”

“…Is it really that weird?”

“Yeah. Weird.”

“…I don’t think real life would be much different…”

“It is. Dumbass. Like, for example…”

Over her T-shirt,

I dragged my fingers up, catching the soft bra beneath the white fabric as I continued.

“…Actually, I don’t know either.”

“…Figures. Fucking virgin…”

To help Jiyoon, who was stiff with tension, relax—

“You don’t usually talk like that.”

“Pfft… Did virgin get to you…?”

“Yeah. Anyone else, fine, but coming from you—who doesn’t even have friends, let alone guy friends—it’s weird.”

“…Wh-what’s that supposed to mean? If you don’t like it, call me a virgin back.”

“Virgin.”

“…Fucking… …. …virgin.”

Even as her pale breasts were fully exposed,

even as her pink nipples were flicked lightly,

“Virgin.”

“Fuh… ngh……. V-virgin…”

Instead of telling me to stop,

she snapped back like it didn’t matter.

“…Keep going. I can stop anytime, but you can’t.”

“…So what? You couldn’t even fuck me after I hinted that noona likes rape play, you coward…”

“I’ll indulge that kink later.”

“Excuses… …Fine. You’re just not confident, right?”

“Confident?”

“You followed my advice and went for noona, but you’re scared she won’t like it?”

“…….”

“Right? Seo Woojin, you… …Ah. …Is it smaller than you thought…?”

In the middle of it all, she made a small mistake, riding the mood.

“Wanna see for yourself?”

“…Wh-what…?”

Using her own words as an excuse to make her even more embarrassed.

“See what kind of dick your noona’s gonna get fucked by later.”

“…….”

“Wanna see?”

Every word you just said,

now coming back as shackles.

I steered the conversation.

“…….”

“…….”

Maybe that’s why.

Instead of take it off or don’t,

the first sound to reach my ears was—

Gulp, gulp.

The sound of Jiyoon’s eager swallowing.