episode_0120

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“Mmm…”

Dawn.

Lying on my bed, I let out a small sigh as I read the KakaoTalk message from Lee Hayun.

It wasn’t because of some trivial guilt like, Oh, I must’ve made her jealous by hanging out with Jiyeon so often.

It was simply… something to ponder over.

A message from Hayun, sent in the early hours of the morning.

The question was—how best to make use of this golden opportunity?

This was a pretty decent “event” (Lee Jiyeon’s way of speaking had rubbed off on me), and I didn’t want to recklessly waste it.

What approach would make it the most entertaining?

Roughly that kind of thing.

“…”

Should I call it a scheme Hayun was weaving?

Anyway, the situation itself wasn’t half bad.

Meeting tomorrow night.

Being told to game in moderation.

Meeting without Jiyeon.

Any location being fine.

Summarizing all these points:

You keep hanging out with Jiyeon, and it’s pissing me off, so now you have to hang out with me too…

No, wait.

This time, it was more like: Now you hang out with only me.

I wasn’t sure exactly, but it seemed like my resident older sister had developed something akin to jealousy toward her younger sister.

“This wasn’t the plan.”

Pretending to be engrossed in a boring game, firing virtual guns with Jiyeon night after night—that had all just been a pretext to get closer to her.

Right now, it felt more like Hayun had gotten incidentally caught in the crossfire along the way.

Either way, regardless of how or why this happened, I wasn’t dissatisfied with the situation.

An older sister getting jealous over her younger sister.

If I played my cards right, I could easily get something satisfying out of this, couldn’t I?

“Mmm…”

That’s why another faint sigh escaped me.

…I had wanted to fuck both Hayun and Jiyeon in the same bed someday, but with feelings of jealousy mixed in, that might be more difficult.

For example… making them compete over who I preferred more.

How could I realistically expect to witness something straight out of an anime?

More than likely, I’d be hearing a breakup speech from Hayun way before any of that happened.

“…Maybe I should just give up.”

It was tricky.

So tricky that I kept holding onto foolish hopes.

Jiyeon might’ve been into affairs right from the start, but Hayun was different—she had thoroughly ordinary values when it came to fidelity.

No woman in her right mind would ever understand, much less accept, two sisters rolling around in bed with one guy.

Of course, it wasn’t impossible, but I didn’t feel like going that far.

More than anything, I wanted to see Hayun wear that confused, Is this really okay? expression—

awkwardly kneeling beside Jiyeon, who was clumsily sucking cock as slowly as she could—

both girls licking the same dick while eyeing each other.

…And eventually, Hayun hiccuping and moaning as she got properly railed.

Rather than some crude scene where they mindlessly shared a cock from the start, that kind of naive hesitation would be so much hotter.

And also…

Hayun acting like the responsible older sister in front of Jiyeon, trying to take the lead—

only to get utterly ruined, twitching and leaking without restraint.

That would be pretty damn hot too.

Was there no way to see all that play out right in front of me?

“Sigh…”

It’d be a shame to give up.

But trying to plan for some vague someday had too many obstacles.

Still, with the jealousy Hayun was showing now, I could probably get something somewhat enjoyable out of this.

“…”

Should I struggle endlessly for a perfect scenario that ticked every box of my preferences?

Or should I settle for something less ideal—around 70% there—but still satisfying enough to swallow without hesitation?

“…”

After agonizing in bed for a long time, I finally made my choice just before falling asleep.

There’s an old proverb:

Even if you can’t eat it,

fucking covet it.

So, first thing in the morning, I deliberately sent Jiyeon a message.

To summarize: I’ll be fucking your sister tonight, so just stay home and relax.

I didn’t know if this was the best approach.

It wasn’t like I was brilliant enough to craft some flawlessly intricate scheme—just a dumbass with a thick skull.

So instead, I went with the most appealing idea on the spot.

Since Hayun was jealous of her younger sister,

I’d make Jiyeon jealous of her older sister in return.

…Eventually, things would work themselves out somehow, right?

That was the plan, at least.

Whether something this half-baked even qualified as a plan was a debate for another time.

“Why are you here?”

“Hmm? I’m a student here too. Can’t I come?”

“Yeah. Get lost.”

Around fourth period.

As I was half-heartedly mapping out a date route with Hayun on my laptop, an unwanted guest dropped in.

The girl who, last time, had spilled her guts while drunk—

only to play dumb afterward as if she remembered nothing.

None other than Yozora.

Her hair was lazily tied into a messy ponytail, likely out of annoyance.

Her white T-shirt clung slightly to her damp skin, and she wore a dark gray gym uniform at least two sizes too big.

With one hand hidden halfway under her sleeve, she grinned and wagged her fingers teasingly at me.

It wasn’t like she’d borrowed her boyfriend’s uniform—why she’d picked something so oversized was a mystery I shrugged off.

Still, knowing I was at least slightly smarter than her was oddly comforting.

Then again, it’d be pathetic if I couldn’t outperform an alcoholic who spent every night rolling around drunk off her ass.

“Yozora, there’s no way you’d get hurt in a first-year-level class.”

“Faking an injury makes me act more like a first-year, doesn’t it? Besides, I actually sprained my wrist during practice. Look. Right here.”

“Yeah, yeah. Got it. But could you at least wash up first? You reek of sweat.”

“How am I supposed to wash when I’m injured? Want me to just crash on this bed right now?”

“Sure. It’s not like I’m the one washing the sheets. The staff and laundry machines handle all that.”

“But you’re the one who changes them, right? Ugh… You’ll have to swap out every sheet I sweat on…”

“…If you wanna act like a clown, then just leave. I’m busy.”

“Busy? With what? …Oh, everyone’s too busy staring at my sweaty body? That it?”

What even brought this on? I wondered briefly.

Ignoring her, I kept my eyes on the laptop—until my gaze drifted down.

Down.

Down.

“……”

Below Yozora’s smirking lips.

Beneath her unzipped gray gym uniform.

Her white T-shirt clung indecently to the shallow dip between her breasts.

To make it worse, mischief dancing in her eyes, she pinched the hem of her shirt—

and tugged it downward carefully.

The fabric smoothed out just over her nipples, leaving the rest wrinkled.

And the shadow deepening underneath… yeah.

Very tempting.

“…You look pretty busy there, Sensei.”

“…”

But—

It wasn’t like yesterday, when I’d locked the door behind Han Sua and pinned her down.

I had no burning desire to wreck Yozora until my dick ached.

“So? Why are you here?”

If I really wanted to, I could just call Han Sua—equally hot but far more obedient—and ruin her instead.

Why would I ever choose you, of all people?

Besides, it wasn’t like I hadn’t gotten my hands on you plenty already.

…Well, sweat did make your T-shirt stick uncomfortably to your chest.

That was my entire takeaway.

“Why do you think I came…?”

“I don’t care. Get out.”

“You’d get so mad if I actually left.”

“Get lost.”

She grinned wider, as if she’d won something, so I deliberately replied colder.

A hint for her to stop being a pest already.

“…Oh. That kind of reaction? Hmm…”

But subtle social cues were lost on Yozora—a failure as a human, but a champion as an animal.

Instead, she snorted, Pfft, and laughed in that grating, mocking way of hers.

…Ugh.

Fucking bitch.

“Mmm. There’s something I wanted to ask you, but I never had the time—”

“You could’ve just texted.”

“Eh, it wasn’t important enough anyway.”

Cornered, she sidestepped and flopped onto the bed.

Soon, her grinning red eyes locked onto mine.

“…Did you fuck Sua yesterday?”

“Yeah.”

“……”

“You got your answer, so get lost.”

“…You’ll have to treat me first before I go, Sensei.”

“You’re faking your injury.”

“No, I swear I actually got hurt…”

“Sigh…”

I swatted at her like she was a fly, but Yozora just giggled instead of leaving.

She plopped into the chair in front of me, rolled up her sleeve, and stuck out her faintly reddened wrist—

Fix it, fix it, she pestered.

I never expected her to listen, but damn, this was exhausting.

…Had some tiny part of me actually hoped she would?

“…Nnngh!”

“Deal with it. I barely even twisted it—it shouldn’t hurt.”

“…Heh… Still way better than getting violently raped against the bathroom wall last time…”

Wasn’t that consensual?

Whatever. Didn’t matter.

With another sigh, I grabbed her wrist and started roughly adjusting it.

Rather than waste time humoring Yozora, I’d toss her out and get back to planning Hayun’s date.

That was a far better use of my time.

And so, with no other students visiting the infirmary, I quickly fixed her wrist despite her yelps.

Until—

“…Hey.”

“What.”

Head lowered, Yozora spoke hesitantly.

“…How was Sua?”

“How was she?”

“…Y-Yeah. How. Just… how?”

Stammering.

Stumbling over her words.

“Say something coherent, idiot. You asking if she was pretty? Or what—”

“…W-Was she… g-good…? Sua, I mean…”

“…”

“…W-Was she… not good…?”

Come to think of it, when we were drunk-texting, I had vaguely mentioned offering Sua as tribute or whatever.

…Was this her way of demanding a reward for putting in the effort?

“…”

“…”

But damn it.

The way you usually act pisses me off so much that I don’t want to just give it to you.

At the very least, I’d need to see you stripped bare and bowing in apology before I’d feel satisfied.

…Ah.

Wait.

This was exactly what you wanted, wasn’t it?

No surprise from a maso bitch with a breeding kink.

You intentionally laid out all your deepest desires in chat—

then staged this whole tantrum because you wanted me angry.

Because you planned it.

And honestly?

Right now—

I wanted to put both Jiyeon and Hayun on their knees in front of me way more than I wanted to wreck you.

So just—

Get lost.

Whether you got your fee today,

or had it delayed indefinitely,

you’d enjoy either outcome.

Being strung along,

discarded,

forgotten—

only to end up as nothing more than a living fleshlight,

taken from behind while whimpering,

nipples twisted like you were being milked,

head forced back to gulp down my spit—

you wouldn’t even have time to moan before breaking.