episode_0051

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“Jiyoon? That person? Of course she didn’t come—why?”

“Yeah?”

“Why’re you asking all of a sudden?”

“Her Discord status is still offline at this hour. I wondered if she might’ve shown up at the meetup or something.”

“Guess she switched to offline. Should’ve kept your distance, you dumbass. Saw this coming.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Huu.

A white streak paints the night sky as I let out a sigh.

Weird.

Haven’t we gotten closer lately?

Helping her raise her newbie guildmate, doing this and that…

But now she goes offline and ghosts me?

If she really didn’t like it, she should’ve cut me off way sooner.

Honestly, I don’t get it.

“Come to think of it, you’ve been gaming with her and her guildmate as a trio lately, right?”

“Yeah. That little shit kept butting in without reading the room. Should’ve fucked off.”

“Aren’t you the one who can’t read the room? Jiyoon and that person are guildmates.”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do? From what I heard, I was the one who knew her first. And Jiyoon was the one who DMed me first, saying it was hard carrying the newbie.”

“Hmm…”

“Plus, they only started dropping formalities recently. The way they talk to each other is awkward as hell.”

“Still, they probably get along better.”

“What’re you on about? You’ve never even gamed with them.”

“All this time, you’ve just been one-sidedly simping for Jiyoon. ‘Her voice is so pretty~’”

“I even got a gift card from Jiyoon, though?”

“Wasn’t that just her telling you to fuck off?”

This guy’s full of shit.

Ptui. I spit over the balcony railing and clear my scratchy throat.

“Oh, I sent her a photo the other day. She said it was decent.”

“That… the one with the mask on? Right?”

“No. I’ve got a new one. Anyway, if she said it was decent, doesn’t that mean there’s a chance?”

“She was just being polite. She can’t exactly say, ‘You look like a dick,’ to your face.”

“You little shit.”

“Let’s be real—you’re not exactly handsome. For a gamer, you’ve got a decently toned body, I guess?”

“And how many girls have you fucked?”

“You think I chase after girls like you do?”

The guy flicks his cigarette, fingers burning, and chews on that brat’s words as he colors the night sky again.

Jiyoon acts all prim and proper in front of me, you know?

And the way she lowkey brags about taking walks with just the two of us.

If I could just fuck her once, I’d go straight to that bastard and say, ‘Jiyoon was so quiet in bed, too.’

“Whatever. Forget it. I’m hanging up.”

“Yeah.”

CZ—Han Chaejun—pockets his phone, flicks the cigarette butt over the balcony, and heads back inside.

What greets him is Lee Jiyoon’s grayed-out Discord profile.

And the “Offline” status on her game.

What the hell is that gaming addict doing today when she’s usually always shooting things up?

Last time I asked, it didn’t seem like she had any other hobbies.

Crack. Stretching, Chaejun picks his ear and yawns.

No choice. Guess I’ll play something else today. No other girl’s caught my interest anyway.

Just as he’s about to quit the game—

“…Huh?”

A short mutter slips out.

“Now that I think about it…”

That fucking bastard hasn’t logged in either.

Discord’s dark too.

“……”

Well, whatever.

No way that guy’s gaming alone.

Not that weird.

51

“Ngh… Ugh…”

Lee Jiyoon’s soft, plush thighs jiggle slightly with every movement.

Even though I’m not the one thrusting, the faint, irregular moans slipping from behind the pillow.

The creaking bedsprings of Lee Hayoon’s bed, groaning like we’re doing something bad.

Thanks to all this, out of the five senses, sight and hearing—

Plus the atmosphere—are 100% satisfying.

…But.

“This is harder than I thought.”

“It’s only been 30 seconds, idiot… Why do you even work out?”

“That’s not it. It’s hard to control the force.”

“…Control the force?”

“You told me not to go all the way. That girls don’t like that.”

“……”

“Besides, controlling the force is one thing… …Hold on.”

I tilt Jiyoon’s smooth legs to the side and slowly pull my cock out from between her snow-white thighs.

Like I said earlier, sight and hearing are more than satisfying.

But, touch.

Without any decent oil, grinding against bare thighs, after just 30 seconds, I’m feeling more soreness than pleasure.

Sure, pre-cum helps a little, but…

Honestly, that’s nowhere near enough.

Sigh…

No choice.

Judging by her state, if I straight-up said, ‘I wanna fuck you behind your sister’s back,’ she’d just kick me away with her heel, pretending to be all pure and innocent.

So I’ve got no choice but to spit and rub it on my cock.

Just as I let go of Jiyoon’s legs to do that—

“W-Wait. Seo Jin.”

Peek.

Jiyoon, who’d only had her eyes peeking over the pillow, pokes my pelvis with her heel.

Maybe she’s worried about me saying it hurt earlier—her reaction’s way meeker than expected.

“What.”

“…What’re you doing?”

“Spitting to lube it.”

“I can see that. I mean, why all of a sudden…”

“Doesn’t your thigh hurt?”

“…I can handle it.”

“Then it does hurt.”

“……”

“Look. It’s already red here.”

“Ngh…”

As we talk, I spread her soft thighs wide with my hands—her skin’s already flushed red.

I like that it’s warm, but if this keeps up, whether it’s me or Jiyoon, our skin’s gonna chafe before anything else.

“So I figured spitting would help. If this keeps up, it’ll just get worse.”

“…You can heal it, right? I don’t mind getting a little scraped helping you ‘practice.’”

“‘Don’t mind’… Just because you can heal it, it’s okay to get hurt? This isn’t a game.”

“……”

When I throw it back at her, Jiyoon clamps her mouth shut and glares—seems she’s got no comeback.

I chuckle and meet her gaze briefly before looking down to spit.

Then, poke poke—her heel taps my pelvis again.

Like she’s saying she’s not done talking.

“What now.”

I’m just trying to lube up so we can keep going smoothly—why’s she interrupting?

I look up, feigning annoyance, and this time, Jiyoon’s expression is different.

“……”

She’s still clutching the pillow.

Still only her eyes peeking over.

But,

Jiyoon isn’t looking at me now.

Her gaze is fixed on my cock, twitching desperately, ready to blow any second.

…Her sister’s boyfriend’s bare cock.

The same one she’d been grinding between her thighs for ‘practice.’

Pre-cum glistening at the tip.

Her eyes keep flicking to it, again and again.

“……”

You fucking pervert.

Even if she pretends to look at my face, her pupils are glued to my dick.

I bite back the crude remark rising in my throat and stare at her.

“…Seo Jin.”

“Yeah.”

“Y-You’re gonna spit on it, right? …Right?”

“Yeah.”

“I get the idea, but… what if you miss and it gets on Unnie’s bed?”

“It’ll dry. Hayoon-noona won’t be back for at least three hours.”

“…W-What if the smell lingers? Spit has a distinct scent…”

“……”

It’s not like she’s obsessive—why’s she overthinking this?

I stop myself from saying that.

Hah. I force down the laugh threatening to escape and nod slowly.

“I’ll be careful. Happy?”

“‘I’ll be careful’ isn’t enough…! Y-You should apply it directly instead of spitting from a distance…”

“What the hell are you even saying? Directly?”

“…Yeah. Directly.”

Even through the haze of frustration, I can’t miss it—

Her perverted intention.

I’ve caught on now.

Sigh… “Fine. I’ll spit on my hand and rub it on. That way it won’t get on the bed.”

“……”

“Happy?”

“T-That’s…”

When I offer an alternative to what she actually wants, Jiyoon visibly panics.

I savor her cute reaction, twitching my cock slightly—

Then force down the smirk creeping up and retort for her, since she’s too busy blushing.

“Nah. That’d just get it all over my hand. If I accidentally touch the bed, it’d be a disaster.”

“R-Right. Yeah. Okay.”

“Then how do I apply it directly?”

“…Come closer.”

“Closer?”

“Don’t question it—just come here…!”

“I am close. What’re you even saying?”

“……”

“Jiyoon?”

“…P-Put your face near mine… Got it…?”

Is she still oblivious that I’m teasing her?

Or does she know and is just too embarrassed?

Jiyoon’s cheeks burn red as she taps my pelvis with her heel.

This time, there’s some force behind it—kinda hurts.

Whatever.

I’ll collect the debt way bigger later.

Or…

I could take it now.

“Here.”

“…Hhk…”

Like this.

Acting clueless when she knows full well—

Shoving my cock, dripping obscenely at the tip,

Right in front of the eyes

Of the girl hiding behind her sister’s pillow.

“Lee Jiyoon.”

“……”

Maybe it’s Jiyoon’s sneaky preferences showing.

Or maybe it’s just the closed door.

It’s getting hot.

I undo my shirt buttons one by one,

Snatch the pillow Jiyoon’s clinging to and toss it aside,

Then brush my cock against her lips and ask:

“…You wanna suck it?”

“……”

No answer.

“Jiyoon.”

“……”

No answer.

“Practicing how to seduce Hayoon-noona, practicing sex—fine. But this is pushing it.”

“……”

Your preference—

Wanting to fuck your sister’s boyfriend behind her back—

Makes you a total pervert.

I phrase it indirectly, but—

Still no answer.

No ‘Yes.’

No ‘No.’

Nothing.

Instead, what I hear is—

“…S-Suck it?!”

Excuses.

“…I’m just spitting on it to help with the ‘practice’…?”

“…Tch.”

Excuses.

“Don’t get the wrong idea. It’s like friendship chocolate—same vibe.”

“…Then shoving your dick into a pussy is?”

“T-That’s sex. Dumbass.”

“Shoving it into a mouth is?”

“…Spit lubrication.”

“……”

Excuses.

“…So stay still. So I can apply it easily……”

Excuses.

Right after—

Hngk—

Gulp—

Cough—

Strange noises

Start seeping through the tightly closed door of Lee Hayoon’s room.