episode_0124

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The house I guard alone.

A time I’d normally spend gaming by myself.

…Or perhaps, since my sister isn’t here, a time I’d spend wearing headphones and masturbating vigorously.

Beyond the phone displaying 07:34,

listening to the sounds of my sister being loved,

I push my stiffened fingers,

deep,

into my soaked cunt.

—…Frhhp. W-wait…!

—…What?

—It’s unfair how… ngh, you’re just… pushing me down…!

—Unfair…? …Then what do you want to do about it?

—What do I…? Tch.

I flop onto the bed face-down like a defeated wrestler.

…Into that sticky, warm hole,

I bury my slender fingers to the root,

curling their tips like hooks,

scraping,

roughly,

against the inner walls.

—Ngh… uhh… frhh…

A light climax forces me to bury my face in the sheets, trembling for a moment.

Dragging the blanket draped nearby, I bunch it under me,

then wriggle on top just like my sister must be doing beyond the phone right now.

…Those two,

they must be tangled up just like this.

—Hmph… Lying down really isn’t as exciting.

—…Are you happy now that you’ve beaten me once?

—Yeah. Feels great. What? Do I seem more like your noona now?

—Hard to say. You never really felt like one to begin with.

—Hah?

—Wow, you’re the first person I’ve heard say that out loud.

Irritated by Seo Woojin’s answer, my sister bristles like a cat.

In contrast, Woojin seems oddly more docile than usual.

…When having sex with me in this room, he was so rough,

but in front of his girlfriend—my sister—he’s strikingly affectionate.

Listening to their bickering voices, which I both understand and don’t,

I stuff a damp towel between my thighs and the blanket.

—…Hmph. Looks like Noona needs to discipline you herself.

—Where’d you pick up that line? Some manga? Why do you sound like that?

—Sh-shut up! I’m not copying anything…!

—There. Now you sound like Hayoon Noona.

—Eek….

—Pfft. Look at your face.

Already slick with arousal,

my clit is swollen enough to ache as I scold it mercilessly with my fingertips.

Woojin, lying on the bed with his upper body slightly raised.

My sister straddling him, wearing a smug expression.

Woojin smiling brightly up at her.

My sister, flushing red and starting to whine like a cat again under his gaze.

Weaving these imagined scenes from their voices alone,

I spill more arousal onto the already soaked towel beneath me.

Woojin just fucked me senseless without any conversation like that.

Well, maybe except when showering together,

but on the bed, he only pounded his hips against my ass until his lust was spent.

If he’s having such tender moments with my sister,

does that mean…

he finds me, my body, hotter than hers?

…Heh.

—Noona. Is it okay if I just hold you like this?

—You’re treating me like a doll…!

—No. Like a girlfriend.

—Wha—?

—…Shouldn’t have turned off the lights. The nightlight doesn’t do you justice.

—W-why would you leave them on…!

—You’re really cute when you stammer.

—…….

They say there’s something called ‘defeat masturbation.’

This isn’t that.

This is more like…

‘victory masturbation,’ wouldn’t you say?

Mhm. That’s it.

I kissed him first.

Had sex with him first.

Enjoyed him fully first.

And now here I am, masturbating to them.

Not some pitiful self-pleasure steeped in defeat, but one drowning in the dopamine of triumph.

Victory masturbation—yes.

—Ngh… ahh… w-wait…

Fumbling in a daze, my sister melts into Woojin’s arms as they start kissing.

Imagining the flutter of her ponytail,

the lewd, wet sounds pounding directly into her ears,

her reddened earlobes, I scrape deep inside myself with relentless fingers.

—H-hey…! Why do you keep kissing my neck…?

—…Don’t like it? We showered together earlier. …Ah, marks won’t show like this…

—It’s not that I don’t…! …It’s just… lips… I prefer…

My sister’s shampoo scent, different from usual.

Her body wash, different too.

Already knowing it’ll soon carry Woojin’s smell.

…My spread fingers let slick drip down my thighs.

If I sniff her when she returns, how will she react?

She’ll probably freak out and bolt to her room, right?

If I tease her about the shampoo scent, she’ll dodge my eyes and mumble excuses.

Her reactions are so predictable—I can’t wait to mess with her.

—Nngh… hah… ah—?!

Slurp, schlick,

my fingers punishing my clit as the fantasy continues,

but beneath the wet sounds, crinkling paper noises flood in.

At first, I didn’t recognize them, but it didn’t take long to figure it out.

My sister and Woojin.

What else would they do after kissing?

Have sex, obviously.

Duh.

—I’ll take your shirt off, so stop hugging me and spread your arms a little.

—…….

—Come on. You got dressed again earlier because you were embarrassed.

—…….

—…Good. Like that.

Shirt?

What was my sister wearing again?

Ah, right. Academy uniform. She left without changing.

My gaze, buried in the blanket, drifts momentarily to the clothes hanging on the wall.

…Next time I ‘practice sex’ with Woojin, should I intentionally wear my uniform too?

To remind him of his first time with my sister.

So he can’t help but compare us.

Honestly…

I don’t think I’d lose to her.

—You’re keeping the T-shirt on?

—…Y-yeah.

—That’s uncomfortable. The smell will soak in. Your underwear will ride up.

—How—how do you know? Are you a girl or something?

—Just a guess. And if Jiyeon catches a whiff later, you’d be embarrassed.

Mid-fantasy of Woojin’s sweaty uniform sex, my name suddenly cuts through the phone.

My ears latch onto every sound, drowning in the call’s noise.

—Sh-she’s probably gaming in her room when I get back anyway…

—Still, you never know. She might come out to greet you.

—…Well, sometimes… ngh…

She’s definitely saying this for my ears.

‘Your sister’s coming back drenched in sex—stay in your room and don’t you dare peek.’

“…….”

But, why?

‘Your sister’s getting marked by me tonight.’

‘Drop your games and come out to sniff her.’

Why does it sound like that?

…Am I just a pervert?

Really?

—Or you can wear my clothes if you want.

—…Yours?

—Yeah. Too big for you? Might be loose.

—N-no. I’ll wear it.

—You’re being unusually obedient this time.

—Isn’t it like… a guy’s fantasy? Girlfriend in boyfriend’s shirt… that thing…

—…Oh. That kind of meaning.

My speculation about Woojin’s thoughts ends here.

Instead, in my fantasy, I strip my sister of her clothes and dress her in Woojin’s oversized attire.

She’s cute enough to pull off the ‘boyfriend’s shirt’ look.

Or maybe a huge sweatshirt. A flowery pajama set.

That’d be nice too.

Then I’ll just steal Woojin’s lab coat from the infirmary.

Just as my sister will reek of him,

while at the academy…

I’ll make sure he’s drenched in my scent.

—Here. Wear this. It’s big, but… suits you.

—…….

—…Want me to close my eyes?

—…Yeah.

What is she wearing?

What is she wearing as she gets railed by Woojin?

Will Woojin enjoy it as much as he does with me?

He’d never say it outright, but…

Would he let slip a disappointed sigh?

‘Sex with Jiyeon was so much better…’

Thinking things like that.

Using the rustling sounds from the phone as fuel, I scrape my fingernails brutally inside until my breath hitches.

…At some point, the shuffling stops.

“……Eh…?”

Did the call drop? Stumbling up to check, I find it hasn’t.

The screen still shows 10:22, ticking steadily.

What?

I was so close… why now…?

Am I fine? Is it their problem…?

Battery dead or something?

Hmm…

Wouldn’t the call just end then?

…Haa. Whatever.

Not like I make enough calls to know.

It’s just a YouTube machine—how would I?

Sighing in frustration, I brush back my bangs with one hand.

They’re messy from pressing my face into the bed while masturbating.

Glancing at the still-off computer and damp towel instead of the now-silent phone.

—Ngh, ah—! W-wait…!

From the phone, wet squelches erupt again.

But,

this time, it’s different.

—…Spread your legs wider.

—…T-this is enough…!

—Your wrists might break like this.

—Th-that’s…

—…Thighs. Open them.

—W-wait…!

Unlike earlier, filled with noisy kissing,

now their voices are clear even amid relentless wet sounds.

…Probably because Woojin’s hugging her from behind…

…….

….

Wow, the sounds…

—…Is this why you didn’t take your panties off earlier?

—N-no, ngh… n-not just that…

—Why? So fucking wet already—driving me crazy.

—Eek…! W-what’s crazy…! I-it’s embarrassing… soaked like this…!

—You got this wet just from kissing me. …You want to fuck.

—…Nnngh…!

How drenched is she to make sounds like that?

Even with my thighs slick enough to drip,

even while furiously fingering myself to their conversation,

my sounds aren’t that obscene.

—…Bite the hem of my shirt with your mouth. So it doesn’t get in the way.

—…….

—Do it.

—I-I’ll hold it back with my…

—With your mouth.

—…Hyup…!

Good. Keep going.

She likes it forceful.

The porn I caught her watching was relentlessly rough—she loves this.

Proof? Hear her moans, hmph, hmph, as she bites the fabric.

And amid the squelches, tiny whimpers slip out—her thighs must be trembling too.

Heh.

—…Hah. Lee Hayoon, you’re really…

—Hah… ngh… ah…!

—Wait… damn drawer…

Now imagining his fingers inside me,

this blanket as his embrace,

I moan loudly at the fantasy of my sister,

using his voice as my fuel, pounding into myself.

Pretending his words are for me.

Creak-creak.

—This condom box has three inside. …Right?

—Nh… y-yeah…

—I have more boxes. How many should we use? …Tonight.

—…….

No. Fool.

If he had pushed for raw sex, she’d have pretended to resist before giving in.

Pregnancy? Just take the pill regularly.

Once no-condom sex is unlocked, after that…

—…Um.

—Yeah.

—H-how many boxes… do you have…?

—……?

—Y-you just… dropped honorifics…!

—…….

—S-so how many…?

—Enough to last all night.

—…Ah.

—…….

—W-wait…

…Lee Hayoon.

That bitch.

So this is how they play when alone.

Her calling him ‘oppa’ outside? She’s done this before.

Pressing my clit with my middle finger,

the phone suddenly buzzes loudly.

[Hayoon]

– I’ll be late tonight.

– Sleep first.

“…….”

…Lee Hayoon.

You bitch.