episode_0123

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Beep beep beep.

Beep beep beep.

In front of the quietly ringing phone,

I, who had been boiling ramen, carefully picked up the phone.

The caller was Seo Woojin—again.

And not the usual Woojin with nothing going on, but Woojin who was obviously on a date with my sister.

Not the Woojin who asks when I’m logging into the game, but the Woojin who ditched me to watch a movie with my sister.

Not the Woojin who rolls around with me pretending to be my sister for “sex practice,”

…but the real deal.

This time, it’s Woojin who’s actually going to have sex with my sister.

“…….”

Why the hell are you calling me all of a sudden?

I mean, I just got home and was… masturbating. The movie should’ve ended a while ago.

What the hell?

“…What, are you gonna ask me to run an errand for an umbrella or something…?”

Grumbling, I glanced out the window, but there was no sound of rain.

Instead, the only sounds were the bubbling of the boiling ramen broth

and the default, colorless ringtone.

Not an umbrella errand,

not a call asking when I’m gonna play games,

and probably not some pointless “What are you up to?” call either.

What is this?

“…Did you mean to call my sister and misdial?”

Yeah. That seems a little more plausible.

Having roughly pieced it together, I let out a disinterested sigh and turned off the gas stove.

For example, uh… Maybe they got distracted during their date and lost sight of each other.

So Woojin tried to call my sister, and by sheer coincidence, he misdialed me—just one digit off.

Because what other reason would he have to call me…?

……Ah….

….

…Pfft.

No way.

Even fantasies have their limits. Mhm.

At my age, imagining some cliché porno scenario?

That kind of thing doesn’t happen in real life, and I’ve already used it as material for masturbation hundreds of times since middle school.

At this point, even if you told me to get off to that, I wouldn’t be turned on.

I’d rather have my sister covering her little sister’s mouth beside her while—

Thud, thud.

Only the creaking of the bed is heard.

Sticky juices dripping between her thighs.

And in the middle of it all, the man pulls her into an embrace, her thighs trembling uncontrollably,

with no words exchanged, just thick semen oozing between their joined bodies—now that might work.

…Ah, and if he starts thrusting into her again shortly after without a word, then maybe…

It’d make decent material.

“…Hmph.”

Anyway, even I think this is a ridiculous fantasy.

Woojin calling me on purpose while on a date with my sister?

Pfft.

Seriously, what am I, some horny middle or high school girl?

Funny. Hilarious.

“…….”

No way.

You’re not an idiot, are you?

Keep your perverted fantasies in check.

Looking down on me like I’m some fool.

“…….”

On the phone screen.

I gently press the green button.

Well…

Just in case, right?

Without even a shred of expectation, click.

Then, the numbers 00:00 appear on the screen.

“…….”

…Soon,

00:01.

00:02. The numbers slowly climb.

“…….”

No “Hello?” or anything reaches my ears.

So I don’t say anything either.

Not because of some ridiculous reason like not wanting to greet first.

…But because my voice must not reach the other side.

I could’ve just tapped the mute icon.

But like an idiot,

I kept the phone pressed tightly to my ear as time passed.

My sister’s voice.

Woojin’s voice.

The sound of the ramen I just boiled growing cold.

And beyond that…

…The sound of something wet, incessantly squelching.

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123

“That was… a confusing movie….”

“Yeah.”

“So, uh… in the end, it was about doppelgangers…? Right?”

“Not sure. I dozed off a bit.”

“…Ahaha.”

I really picked the wrong movie…!

After the screening, as Woojin and I stopped by a café, I sighed deeply between sips of coffee.

I mean, they could’ve at least put a proper spacesuit on the poster or something.

I just picked it based on ratings without any plan, but who knew it’d turn out to be some obscure SF documentary?

Sigh… That ruined everything.

Ideally, we’d be sharing popcorn, our hands brushing against each other—oh?

Then awkwardly laughing it off.

Sneakily interlocking fingers in the dark.

Making eye contact.

Building up that sultry atmosphere before…

…casually suggesting, Hey, noona, wanna rest for a bit? and smoothly leading him there.

But instead, I ended up nodding off and leaning on Woojin’s shoulder.

Who knows what would’ve happened in bed, but I was planning to take the lead like a proper noona this time, just like he always teases me about…

But one wrong choice, and it all went down the drain.

“Not hungry for dinner?”

“…Nah. The popcorn filled me up…”

“See? I told you not to eat too much before the movie.”

“But…”

“It’s not like you didn’t eat at all—you just had to finish over half before it even started…”

“W-Well, it was salty and delicious, what was I supposed to do?”

“Last time, you said you liked sweet.”

“Last time? Well, if it’s tasty, I like it all. Salty, sweet, savory, spicy.”

“Hmm.”

“…….”

As I sipped my coffee and glanced at Woojin, I noticed him wearing a faint, knowing smile.

It was…

Not the look you’d give a cool noona hero, but closer to the way you’d look at a cute little sister.

Even if I do adjust to your tastes during sex, shouldn’t you at least treat me like a noona normally…?

Earlier, he even asked me to call him oppa in the middle of a crowded street.

Save that for when we’re alone.

…I’ll humor you a few times if I’m in a good mood.

“Stop looking at me like that. Ugh…”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re thinking, Aww, how adorable!”

“…Well, it is kinda like that.”

“You knew and still asked…?!”

“Because you’re cute when you’re mad?”

“I’m not cute…! Stop gaslighting me into thinking I am!”

“Gaslighting doesn’t end at just this level.”

“W-Wait, you say that like you’ve done it before?”

“Haven’t done it… Just picked up a few things online. It’s a pretty famous term now.”

I kicked Woojin’s shin lightly with my toes, but all I got in return was that same soft smile.

Staring at him, I eventually clicked my tongue and took another sip of coffee.

God. How do I break out of this?

How do I get Woojin to treat me like a noona instead of a little sister?

Should I just act a little more authoritative?

No, no. That might annoy him.

But if I try to impress him with some cool crime-fighting act, it’s not like I can just pull that off whenever.

…Guess there’s only one way.

A noona’s charm.

In other words, showing off my appeal as an adult woman.

“…….”

After scanning the café, I confirmed no one was looking, then slipped off my coat and neatly folded it beside me.

All that remained was my half-zipped fleece

and my snug Academy uniform.

…Which meant the only thing left to highlight was my—

soft, plump—

…

—chest.

They’re a little smaller than Jiyoon’s,

but that’s just because hers are big—I’m pretty confident in mine too.

This should…

M-Motherly appeal or something?

Anyway, somehow, some way…

“…….”

“What are you doing? Again.”

“Uh, well… Look…”

“Did you spill coffee on your clothes?”

“Ugh… You know what I mean…!”

I even straightened my posture to make it easier to see, and this is what I get?

Embarrassment and frustration aside, I fiddled with the necktie draped over my chest and straightened my back again.

Look.

Whether it’s some old man,

my classmates,

or some snot-nosed kid in the neighborhood,

every guy sneaks glances at my chest.

…You’re no different, right?

“…….”

“…….”

Luckily, it seemed he caught on this time.

As I absentmindedly played with the loose end of my necktie and tapped the taut button on my chest, Woojin’s gaze finally turned toward me.

My face.

My chest.

Then, my face again.

As if baffled,

his eyes slowly traveled up and down.

For 10 seconds, 30 seconds.

The café’s white noise filled my ears,

and just as I crumpled in shame and reached for my coat to surrender,

he stood up.

“……. ….”

“Huh? Wha—?”

Leaning slightly, Woojin whispered something close to my ear.

Beyond that, the part-time worker girl smiled brightly, saying, You can leave the trash, customers don’t have to clean up!

…While I stood frozen in confusion, Woojin, who had been stifling laughter, gently pulled me along.

Naturally, I ended up shuffling after him, but I didn’t have the presence of mind to care about how un-noona-like that looked.

“……? …?”

Suddenly, let’s go home…?

Does that mean the date is over—

—Smooch… Hah…

My sister’s room.

My sister’s bed.

…Instead of the place where I’d just been masturbating furiously,

it’s my room, where I secretly had sex with Woojin countless times,

with my phone mic off and volume at 100.

—Hah… Ngh…

Do I even need to figure out what those wet sounds are?

Woojin suddenly called me,

and without so much as a Hello? from the other side,

whispered conversations faded in and out before

this started.

Squelching sounds.

Isn’t it obvious?

…The sound of kissing.

My sister and her boyfriend kissing.

So,

a completely natural sound.

—Ah… S-Stop, that tickles…!

—…….

—Why are you… licking there…? Ngh… You’ll leave marks…

—…….

Listening to those natural sounds, I curled my index and middle fingers and thrust them deep inside.

…This way, it hits just the right spot.

Compared to having sex with Woojin, it’s pitiful,

but still.

Better than nothing.

—Enough kissing my neck… C’mon, again…

—…….

—…Hurry. …Kiss me…

—…….

—I’ll drink up all your drool… Ngh…

Woojin probably called to have me check if he’s doing it right.

It’s obvious what that idiot was thinking.

…But what do I do?

I’m too busy masturbating to listen properly…

At this point, I’d rather it be a video call…

…Pfft.

Kidding. Just kidding.

This has its own charm.

What position is my sister getting railed in right now?

…Ah, I’ve already been fucked in that position.

The fun is in imagining it.

Right now, my sister is probably… lying on the bed, or sitting up, kissing Woojin, right?

But what a shame.

“…Ngh… Ah…”

I’ve done way more of that than you, noona…

You’re a step behind.

Sorry.

…Not really.

Actually, I’m not sorry at all.

Hmm…

Ah, right.

Thanks?

Noona.

It was delicious.