episode_0061

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“…Hmm.”

Will this work…?

Should I have asked Seo Woojin when he was here…?

But then he’d probably say something like, “Is this your first time using a washing machine?”

“……”

No idea.

She pulled all the laundry out of the machine.

In its place, Lee Jiyoon stuffed in the blanket, poured a generous amount of blue liquid detergent—glug, glug, glug—and shut the lid.

She wasn’t sure what the difference was, but she switched the setting from Standard to Blanket Wash anyway.

Now, if she just pressed Start and waited, the washing would probably finish on its own.

After confirming the sound of water gushing in, Jiyoon closed the balcony door and returned to her room.

If she wanted to make this crime a little more perfect, she should probably prepare an empty drink bottle too…

Wait, no.

Crime?

Slip of the tongue.

It’s not a crime…

……

…Well, whatever.

Dismissing the sudden thought, she grabbed the vacuum cleaner from her sister’s room and cleaned the floor.

That took care of Woojin’s stray hairs, too.

She’d already cracked the window open for ventilation while bundled up in her coat, so that was done.

The only thing left was the trash can, which had been emptied just hours ago.

“…Fucking psycho. Seriously…”

Piled atop the pitch-black mask Woojin had discarded were nearly ten apricot-colored condoms.

The sight made Jiyoon’s mouth automatically spit out a curse.

No wonder it stings, you fucking lunatic.

She’d read online that most guys can’t go more than twice, so what the hell had he been doing?

Was he some kind of transcendent healing-type who didn’t care about limits?

“Sigh…”

Whatever the reason, she had to get rid of these before her sister saw them.

With a complicated expression, Jiyoon pulled out the trash bag from the bin.

Then, just as she was about to toss it into the pile of garbage in the alley—

…She paused.

“……”

And quietly slipped her hand inside.

Just…

Out of curiosity.

She was curious how much semen a guy ejaculated in one go.

Last time, when Woojin had made a mess on her stomach, it had splattered everywhere, and she’d been too flustered to measure the exact amount.

The first time he’d fucked her hard during Discord, she’d been too focused on getting rid of the evidence—flushing it down the toilet immediately.

And when he’d come down her throat, she’d been too busy gulping it down to gauge the volume.

Curiosity.

For that reason alone, Jiyoon pulled out one slippery rubber piece of trash.

“…Fuck.”

The first thing that came out was a curse.

The tip of the condom was swollen thick with semen.

It appeared before Jiyoon’s eyes, her brows furrowed tightly.

“……”

The one she’d thrown away in the bathroom earlier had felt similar, but…

It was a little different from the image of a used condom she’d had in her head.

She’d expected something more deflated, like a reptile shedding its skin—not this bloated, taut thing.

And there were nearly ten of these in the bag.

Yet Woojin’s dick had stayed hard right until the end.

If they hadn’t used condoms, all of this would’ve been inside her by now…

……

…Fucking…

…hell…

The longer her thoughts spiraled, the redder Jiyoon’s ears burned.

“…Were you trying to knock me up, you fucking pervert…?”

After a 30-second staring contest with the used condom—

Jiyoon glanced at the clock, then quietly brought the condom up to her face.

“Sniff… Sniff, sniff…”

…She’d read online that some people said it smelled like fruit.

But this just reeked of rubber.

Maybe different condoms had different scents.

Or maybe the smell disappeared after sex…

Knowledge acquired.

“……”

Not that this knowledge was useful for anything.

What was she supposed to do with it?

Use it to make friends at the entrance ceremony the day after tomorrow?

Biting her lip at the belated self-disgust, Jiyoon stuffed the condom back into the trash bag.

What she pulled out instead was—

“…It’s a little damp.”

The pitch-black mask Woojin had first thrown into the trash.

Soaked with their saliva,

their breath,

and traces of other bodily fluids from the condoms—

the pitch-black mask.

“……”

This time, Jiyoon began a staring contest with the mask instead.

Her lips twitched slightly, brushing against the other side of the mask before pulling away.

Like an indirect kiss. Just a light one.

“……”

Pfft— Her face flushed red.

“Aaaagh—” A tiny, embarrassed scream filled the small room.

After a brief moment of chaos—

With her face still burning, Jiyoon shoved the mask into the desk drawer, grabbed the condom-filled trash bag, and bolted out of the house.

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61

March 1, Sunday.

A day that felt like a waste since it wasn’t even a public holiday.

Han Chaejun, who valued holidays more than history, hummed a tune as he opened a new box of tissues.

Like the day before yesterday, when he’d accidentally overheard that sound.

Like yesterday, when both Seo Woojin and Lee Jiyoon had been nothing but gray icons.

He hadn’t played games today either, since Jiyoon had mentioned needing new headphones.

But today, she’d definitely log on.

This time, he’d even prepared a recording program so he wouldn’t miss his precious chance.

Now, all he had to do was wait for Jiyoon to moan like she had the other day…

“Sigh…”

Honestly, I never thought I’d stoop to this level.

I always thought those ASMR archives or whatever from the community were just some dumbass gimmick—turns out, they weren’t.

Part of me is embarrassed.

But another part is relieved that there’s another freak like me out there.

Han Chaejun stopped all his games right at Jiyoon’s usual log-in time (or rather, the time she usually joined for gaming).

Fifteen minutes later than usual, the green light finally appeared on Jiyoon’s Discord profile.

…Woojin wasn’t online yet.

Is this my chance?

But she probably wouldn’t call to masturbate right after getting home.

Should I wait?

But if Woojin shows up, I won’t get a chance to talk to her alone…

Crossing his arms, Chaejun agonized over it before finally waiting quietly in the usual three-person Discord channel.

After a while—

“…Hello.”

Jiyoon’s voice sounded slightly different.

Maybe she’d changed her headset.

Her calm tone was the same, but the femininity laced throughout her voice was much thicker than before.

Crudely put, she smelled like female.

Maybe it was because he’d heard her masturbating the other day…

Personally, he liked this voice way more than her old one.

I wonder if this is how she sounds in real life…?

Curious.

“Ah, Jiyoon. Did you get new headphones?”

“…Yeah.”

“How much were they? I heard the last ones were just some random pair from Homeplus.”

“Same ones. Don’t remember the price.”

“…? Oh, okay…”

No game relies on gear as much as FPS.

Even casual players know how important a mouse or mousepad is.

A keyboard for movement and a headset for sound cues are also crucial… but whatever.

Familiar gear has its own merits.

What’s weirder is that her voice sounds different even though she’s using the same headset.

She wouldn’t lie about something like this, so maybe his brain was just playing tricks on him after hearing Jiyoon panting like a dog.

I hope I get to hear that voice again today.

With one click on the recording program, Chaejun continued.

“Is Woojin running late? I think he usually logs in around this time.”

“Ah, that’s… …He’ll probably be here soon?”

“Soon…? Then we just have to wait a bit longer.”

Guess she was with him again today before heading home.

Chaejun picked up on the nuance and answered indifferently with a sigh.

Woojin was too ambiguous to call a boyfriend, but he was definitely a friend of Jiyoon’s sister and Jiyoon herself.

But given how they’d been seeing each other every day even during winter break…

…Maybe they work part-time together or something?

“……”

Rumor had it Jiyoon was working at a café.

…A male café.

Aren’t those places only for the insanely good-looking?

Sure, the standards might be lower at some run-down café in a neighborhood full of middle-aged folks, but it still bugged him.

But well, when she showed me that photo last time, I said it was whatever.

Besides, Woojin working at a café is just a guess anyway.

No reason to feel intimidated by some guy whose face I haven’t even seen.

“……”

…No reason to feel intimidated, but.

Honestly, I’m kinda curious.

“Hey, about Woojin…”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.”

“By any chance…”

Is he working part-time with you?

How tall is he?

Is he good-looking?

Just as Chaejun was about to casually probe—

“Ah. Ah. Can you hear me? Sorry I’m late. For some reason, every crosswalk on my way home was red today.”

Chaejun shut his mouth and pretended nothing had happened.

The game went smoothly.

Woojin played as poorly as usual.

Jiyoon and Chaejun played as well as usual.

That was it.

Nothing happened.

No sign of the moans Chaejun had heard from Jiyoon the other day.

Honestly, it was only natural.

What kind of lunatic would broadcast herself masturbating with two guys in the call?

“……”

But if he had to pick one fucking annoying thing—

“Ah. Jiyoon. Your sister’s worried. She thinks you won’t make any friends and just drift around again.”

“…I’m choosing not to.”

“Let’s be clear. You can’t, not won’t.”

“I choose not to!”

“Who else do you hang out with besides me?”

“…I have some. About three.”

“You’re not counting people you’ve just exchanged a few words with, right?”

“…S-So that doesn’t count…?”

—it was the fact that Chaejun felt like a goddamn bus driver.

Sure, he’d been told to play along like this when he was first invited, but…

Annoying is still annoying.

It wasn’t even just the two of them in the call—there were three of them—yet they kept bringing up inside jokes.

Naturally, Chaejun stayed quiet and listened.

They’d pause briefly to focus on callouts if they spotted enemies, then immediately go back to their private chatter.

How should I describe this feeling…?

Annoying.

Really fucking annoying.

Unbearably fucking annoying.

No other words came to mind.

“I, uh, need to go to the bathroom real quick.”

After one more win, Jiyoon left abruptly.

Irritated, Chaejun gulped down water aggressively, then spoke to Woojin the moment she was gone.

“Woojin.”

“Yeah?”

“You mentioned something last time, remember?”

“What?”

“…That you heard Jiyoon masturbating over the phone.”

“…Ah. Yeah. I did.”

This wasn’t something he’d thought deeply about.

One—

Because the call was now just two guys after the girl left.

Two—

Because he’d always disliked how Woojin acted like he was hot shit.

Three—

Because now, he wasn’t the only one who knew about those moans.

So, just…

A guy’s pride, maybe.

“I heard it too. Jiyoon masturbating.”

He threw it out there.

“I think Jiyoon’s just a pervert. She did the same thing when she called me the other day.”

“……”

“I even heard the bed creaking… and, well, her moaning like she was in heat.”

“……”

Finally, some relief.

Turning his mic away briefly, Chaejun smirked at Woojin’s silence.

Thought you were the only one who’d heard Jiyoon masturbate, huh? Dumbass.

Is this what they call NTR?

NT—whatever.

At least now we’re on the same level.

Wait, actually, I’m still slightly behind.

But if she’s already letting me hear her masturbate, she’ll probably give me her number soon…

Just you wait.

I’ll record her panting on your bed and send it to you.

“He said he even heard the bed creaking.”

“Of course he heard it—you were fucking me so hard, you idiot!!”

“I thought you froze your headset so he wouldn’t hear.”

“Damn… …Anyway, you talked about that while I was gone? You freaks… I wanna kill you both…”

“I stayed quiet. He brought it up first.”

“What if rumors spread…!”

“It was just sex practice. Who cares?”

“Shut up, please, just shut up…”

“You even gave me a blowjob in your apartment hallway today because you said you might have to do it for Hayun later.”

“……”

“Jiyoon?”

“……”

“…Huh. She hung up.”