episode_0057

57

“Mmm… Hahh…….”

Like a child thrilled to be at an amusement park.

Like a mutt running wild through a pasture without a leash.

While Lee Jiyun was busy shuddering toward her climax, I kissed and touched every inch of her body, only pulling away when I was on the verge of suffocating.

“…Hah.”

“Hahk… Hahk….”

Just how sloppily had we been mashing our lips together?

The moment we parted, sticky strands of saliva stretched between us, clinging thickly.

Aside from the endless exchange of lust between our lips,

a few drops of spit slowly trailed down Jiyun’s chin—probably from when she had desperately tried to fight back earlier.

She must’ve been frustrated at just taking it, because she had cutely stuck her tongue out at me…

But now, far from fighting back, she was completely surrendered, a white flag clutched tightly in hand.

A sticky, greedy desire—one she’d want to hide until the very last moment,

one that, if accidentally revealed, could shatter all the affection between us—

gulped down past my throat.

Just hold on a little longer.

Just a little,

really just a little,

somehow.

Steeling myself,

I stared silently at Jiyun, her eyes hidden behind the pitch-black mask, panting heavily.

Then, gripping the back of her head, I kissed her again.

“Mmph… Huh…?”

This time, much lighter than before.

Just a brief brush of lips.

Thinking it would be as rough as before,

Jiyun naturally parted her lips, ready to push her tongue out—

only to fluster and yank it back in when she realized it wasn’t.

Teasingly.

“…What’re you doing, Jiyun?”

“…J-Just… getting saliva on you…”

“On my lips?”

“…Yeah.”

When I smirked and asked deliberately, her voice stumbled out with the same flimsy excuse I’d heard a few times now.

If she kept justifying everything as “just getting saliva on you,” there’d be no end to it.

Then if I said licking your clit was just “getting saliva on you,” would you let me, dumbass?

“Why were you trying to?”

“H-Huh?”

“The saliva. Why were you trying to get it on me?”

“I-I… ngh…”

Gripping Jiyun’s chest with one hand,

I scolded her soaked clit gently as I asked.

Her thighs trembled faintly,

but…

…subtly.

Wanting to feel good,

she rubbed her clit against my fingers and whispered:

“…K-Kiss… practice… ngh…….”

“Oh?”

In the end, as those words left her lips, her slick dripped onto the bed beneath her.

…Fucking slut.

The way she turns her head and bites her lip to stifle her moans every time she climaxes.

So goddamn cute, I swear.

Maybe because she’s still wearing her pants,

my dick feels like it’s about to burst.

“With the mask on… it’s… hard to practice properly…”

Once her trembling subsided, Jiyun forced the words out between ragged breaths.

Earlier, she was just talking about the timing of the kiss.

Did she forget all that while swapping tongues so lewdly with her sister’s boyfriend?

Unable to hold back any longer, I dragged my hand from her chest upward.

And then—

right then.

“Let’s take it off. The mask. It’s useless now anyway.”

“…Hey. Seo Woojin.”

Tossing the mask, damp from our breaths,

into the empty trash can by the bed.

“Yeah?”

“Y-You answer too. Why’d you get saliva on my tongue…?”

“Because I wanted to kiss you.”

“……”

No lies.

The answer she wanted to hear.

And at the same time,

the kind of answer that would confuse her.

A clumsy, half-baked lie,

hammered straight into Jiyun’s malfunctioning eardrums.

“But you’re fucking terrible at kissing.”

“…Shut up…”

“I think you’re worse than Hayun noona.”

“It’s my first time, so what…”

Maybe out of embarrassment.

Unlike earlier, when she was quietly letting me kiss her, Jiyun’s mouth turned sharp the moment I teased her.

Pulling my hand from her damp pussy, I undid my suffocating belt and tossed it lightly onto the floor.

Clink,

clink.

The same sound that echoed in her sister’s room yesterday

now rang out in Jiyun’s today.

The flustered, kitten-like whimpers cut off abruptly,

leaving only the sound of my clothes coming off.

Clink,

rustle,

shhk.

Loudly.

In the end,

my cock, already drooling at the tip,

began filling her room—

her girlfriend’s…

…little sister’s room—

with the scent of a male where it didn’t belong.

Baring my raw, condomless dick, I stepped between Jiyun’s legs.

Peeling off her soft sleep pants tangled around her ankles and tossing them into the corner of the bed,

I was about to coat my shaft not with spit, like yesterday, but with her slick—

when.

“…H-Hey. Seo Woojin.”

“What?”

“Sex… practice, right…?”

“Yeah.”

“…Today. Um, from behind…”

“……”

“I-It’ll help later… to try different positions…”

Stammering out excuses, Jiyun turned over, her white sleepwear fluttering around her arms.

Burying her face in the pillow to hide her flushed expression,

she pressed herself flat against the bed from her chest down to her stomach.

Coincidentally.

Almost exactly the position I often took Hayun in during our wild sessions in the nurse’s office.

Her waist, hips, ass,

and the lewd curve of her thighs were on full display, as if to taunt me.

Compared to her bright, airheaded, popular sister,

isn’t this gloomy, loner little sister—

who’s secretly playing with her sister’s boyfriend—

so much hotter?

Like she was testing me.

“Hahh…”

“……”

…I’m gonna lose it.

There’s no way she’s doing this on purpose to mimic Hayun.

…Missionary,

it’s a common position.

Must just be a coincidence.

Letting out a heavy, lust-filled sigh loud enough for Jiyun to hear, I pressed a hand against her ass without hesitation,

digging my thumb in—

squish.

Gripping her soft flesh, I asked:

“…If you stay like this, where am I supposed to put my dick? Calling me an idiot over and over…”

“……”

It could fit.

Between these plush cheeks.

So if we were only doing “smata,” there’d be no issue.

Maybe that’s what Jiyun imagined when she suggested it.

But me?

I have no intention of just doing smata with you today.

“Lift your hips a little. You know what doggy is, right?”

“…N-No…”

“…Don’t play innocent now. You knew exactly what a blowjob was.”

“……”

Squeezing Jiyun’s addictively soft ass,

I whispered low:

“Can you pull your knees up a bit? If you just raise your hips, I can fuck your thighs like yesterday.”

“……Like this?”

“Yeah. Just like that.”

Jiyun, her loose polka-dot sleepwear barely hanging off her arms.

The way it slid down her pale, red-markable ass,

down her naturally sinful waistline—thanks to those hips she didn’t earn despite just gaming all day—

all the way to her shoulder blades,

was obscene enough to make me want to ruin her.

…Jiyun’s ass, so soft it made my palms sweat.

Her thighs, sticky with cheap honey.

Her pussy, clenched tight, trembling with tension.

…That virgin cunt I want to wreck, to reshape with my cock until it’s mine—

so fucking hot it makes my heart pound.

All of it.

Every secret part of Jiyun,

burned into my brain.

Gulping, I—

“…Ah. Wait.”

“…What now, idiot…. I did everything you asked…”

“If we do it like this, the bed might get dirty later.”

“…If you need a towel, it’s in the second drawer next to…?”

From my coat pocket on the floor,

I pulled out a black condom wrapper.

“……”

Jiyun’s green eyes, peeking over the pillow she was hugging, locked onto it.

But no words came.

For a second, I wondered if she didn’t recognize it—

but seeing her ears turn bright red before slowly fading back told me she knew exactly what it was.

…Then why is she staying quiet after seeing it?

‘Oh, Woojin’s using a condom so his cum doesn’t stain the bed.’

Is that her naive assumption?

‘Oh, Woojin’s making up some perverted excuse to fuck me with a condom.’

Does that obvious future not exist in her head?

“……”

That she might—

before her sister—

take her sister’s boyfriend’s—

first.

The guilt.

Exciting her.

“…I didn’t bring this to have sex with you, Jiyun.”

“…H-Huh…?”

“The condom. You keep glancing at it.”

“I-I know! Yeah, I know…!”

“We agreed to ‘practice,’ right?”

“I said I know! Don’t get the wrong idea…! I just… never saw one before, so it’s interesting…!”

Tearing the wrapper open, I rolled the lubricated condom down to the base of my shaft.

Then, kicking the tangled sheets further off the bed,

“…We’re ‘practicing.’ Right?”

“……”

I rubbed the swollen, throbbing head of my dick against Jiyun’s pussy—

her hymen visible just from how slightly she’d spread.

“……”

Pressing in firmly, enough to make her shoulders jerk each time, just to watch.

Excusing it as just coating it with her slick,

I slid my sticky cock between her thighs, now drenched in her arousal.

…And then,

I pushed the tip against the dip of her navel,

grinding slowly.

“……”

…Fucking slut.

If she didn’t want it, she could just say so,

but the way she stays silent, dripping all over my dick—

if I just watch, I’ll lose my mind.

Pinning her thighs under my throbbing cock, I spoke:

“Wanna practice?”

“……”

Silence.

This time, with my dick wedged between her thighs:

“Wanna practice?”

“……”

Silence.

This time, spreading her ass wide,

pressing the tip against her twitching, soaked entrance:

“Wanna practice?”

“……”

Still no answer.

Instead—

“…?”

Fumbling for her phone beside the pillow, Jiyun typed something.

Then, face still buried, she reached back and handed it to me.

[Where’s the vacuum?]

[Left of the mirror in my room. Why? Need to clean?]

[Yeah.]

[Spill snacks? Gotta wipe it with wet wipes later. Don’t want bugs.]

A text exchange with Hayun from yesterday.

Below it,

next to the send button:

[S’just practice. If u sneak the condom off I’ll freeze u to death.]

A mess of typos,

left unsent.