episode_0129

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Lee Jiyoon.

Did you eat something weird for dinner instead of proper food?

“I didn’t see any traces of a Baemin delivery earlier.”

Then what?

There’s leftover stew in the kitchen, and if you didn’t want to reheat that, I stocked up on all the ramen you like.

What the hell did you eat to end up like this…?

…Don’t tell me you skipped dinner and just gamed until now.

Of course, skipping a meal doesn’t immediately turn someone into a weirdo.

“Hmm.”

This is hard. Really hard.

Earlier, Jiyoon mentioned something about an unfamiliar shampoo scent, which made me wash my hair again for no reason. Now, with my still-flushed cheeks, I patted them with both hands and let out a sigh.

Fine. Even if I stretch my imagination, I can maybe understand her being curious about her older sister’s sex life.

Jiyoon is a girl too. And a virgin, at that.

Maybe she’s just… curious about that kind of thing…?

And back when we were both in high school, didn’t she casually ask me once if I had a boyfriend?

I thought she was only into gaming at home, but turns out she’s more interested in the raunchy side of things than I thought.

Looking at it this way, I can sort of understand.

…Sort of.

“…But this is still too much….”

Still, that curiosity should’ve stayed at a purely innocent level.

Calling her sister’s porn tastes weird and saying she’d give live commentary during sex is just…

…What kind of nonsense is this…?

I still don’t get it…

“Did she drink a beer by herself or something…? Hmm….”

My hair was still slightly damp inside since I didn’t dry it thoroughly.

Roughly running my fingers through it, I clicked my tongue and flopped onto the bed.

She didn’t smell like alcohol when we talked earlier, so it’s not like she was drunk and blurted it out.

Meaning, she was completely sober when she said, “I’ll watch you and Seo Woojin have sex and give you proper feedback.” (Well, she didn’t phrase it exactly like that, but the implication was there.)

Seriously… How many sisters in the world have had this kind of experience?

If Woojin, fresh out of the shower and wearing just a bathrobe, saw Jiyoon sitting cross-legged on the side, expressionlessly munching on snacks, what would he even think?

—Why is she here, noona?

What the hell am I supposed to say to that?

Oh, well, back in high school, I got caught watching some borderline rapey porn by Jiyoon, so now she’s here to—

Ughhhh…!

“…Forget it. Lee Jiyoon, she definitely told me to ask Woojin myself. Yeah.”

Hugging a pillow, I rolled onto my stomach and kicked the bedsheet a few times.

After loosely tying up my hair so it wouldn’t get tangled while sleeping, I burrowed under the covers with near-resignation.

At least she didn’t have that “I’ll find a way to watch no matter what!” energy, right?

So it’ll be fine.

Woojin would obviously be extremely uncomfortable having sex while Jiyoon watches…

And most importantly, unless he’s an idiot or a pervert, he’d obviously refuse.

If Woojin says no, Jiyoon wouldn’t push it further.

So I shouldn’t overthink it…

“…Nngh.”

Let’s just sleep.

I’m so tired from sweating so much today…

129

“Are—are you a pervert?”

“She must have her reasons.”

No matter how you spin it, how could anyone casually text “Jiyoon wants to watch us have sex” first thing in the morning?

So, after skipping first period under the excuse of feeling sick and heading to the infirmary, this happened.

I—

I heard something insane.

“No, she literally said she wants to watch us have s—s-sex…! Not like she’s asking for a recording afterward or something!”

“I understood perfectly. We have sex. Jiyoon wants to watch. Right?”

“Y-yeah, but…”

“That’s… fine by me.”

Let me repeat that because it’s important.

Fine by me.

And it wasn’t like he reluctantly nodded after agonizing over it—he said it after barely five seconds of scratching his cheek.

“Aren’t you embarrassed?! It’d be less humiliating to just show it to a total stranger…! Wait, no, that’d still be incredibly humiliating…!”

“Calm down a little. This doesn’t seem like something worth getting this worked up over.”

“Do I look calm to you…?!”

There’s an old saying: A meddling sister-in-law is worse than a scolding mother-in-law. Is this what it means?

Whatever. Whether I’m right or wrong doesn’t matter right now.

The real issue is that Woojin doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by Jiyoon’s perverted request.

And unlike me, gripping the edge of the chair between my legs in frustration, he’s casually sipping instant coffee and clicking away on his laptop like it’s nothing.

Do you actually understand what’s happening here?

You’re seriously okay with showing Jiyoon everything we did last night, you idiot…?!

Me calling you oppa while the bed creaks from how hard you’re—

Ugh, whatever!

“Stop looking at your laptop and talk to me properly.”

“…Ah, sorry. Just skimming through today’s news.”

“Did Jiyoon talk to you before me? About watching us?”

“…No. She only talks to me about games.”

“Then why are you so calm?! It took me a solid ten minutes to process what she said when I first heard it…!”

“Like I said earlier, she must have her reasons.”

“…Reasons.”

“Yeah.”

What reasons?

She’s just a pervert, that’s all, goddamn—

But I can’t exactly badmouth my sister in front of Woojin.

So, with no other choice, I crossed my arms and pretended to think.

“Hmm, maybe she’s got a crush on someone? Could be trying to learn for later.”

“…Who uses their own sister as a reference for that?”

“Who knows? Maybe she thinks this is better than watching porn.”

“…….”

Sure. If Jiyoon really didn’t know what to do with a boyfriend and was just trying to learn, I might have tried to understand.

But the truth is, she didn’t say it for that reason. She said it because my tastes are “weird” and she wanted to “correct” me.

…Of course, if I explained that, I’d have to go into detail about how Jiyoon caught me watching porn in high school, so I kept my mouth shut.

“Anyway, I’m fine with showing her a little. Not that I’m not embarrassed.”

“I’m… not fine with it at all….”

“Really? Even if it’s just your sister?”

“It’s not about her being my sister…! How am I supposed to have sex in front of anyone…?!”

“What if we’re mostly clothed?”

“…Still no.”

“Hmm…”

“…….”

“Then I guess I’ll just… tell Jiyoon it’s not happening.”

“……?”

Whether it was because it was early or he was just sleepy, Woojin’s voice came out slightly muffled as he yawned.

I lifted my head, which had been drooping in frustration, and met his eyes as he covered his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What?”

“…Nothing. Just, yeah.”

“…? So, showing Jiyoon is off the table, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Absolutely….”

“I’ll drop her a hint later… You should head back too. You are skipping class, after all.”

“…Yeah.”

“See you. Don’t overdo it and hurt yourself.”

“…….”

…Huh.

Hmm.

Case closed…?

I thought about stirring the pot since Lee Jiyoon started this nonsense, but wow, she really hates the idea.

This isn’t even a threesome—just some light voyeurism.

…At this rate, I won’t even dream of getting those two on their knees in front of me, taking turns stuffing their mouths with my cock, within this year.

“Thought it’d be easier…”

A famous hero debuted.

A famous villain was arrested.

As I skimmed through online news, relieved that the future hadn’t changed much, I sighed in disappointment at the big fish I’d just missed.

Of course, not pushing my opinion and going along with Lee Hayoon was my decision, but that doesn’t make it any less frustrating.

Lee Jiyoon is already getting worked up just from hearing her sister moan over the phone, but she’s still way more innocent than her sister—just scurrying around like a squirrel.

Times like this make me envy those magic-system brats who knew hypnosis…

How do I convince our resistant Hayoon?

Doubt she’d agree even if I bribed her with food.

…What if I promised sex so intense the smell wouldn’t fade all weekend? Would that get her interested?

But this is Lee Hayoon we’re talking about. There’s got to be a better way.

Hmm.

“…Oh, right. Jiyoon, I thought you’d come, but guess not.”

Lost in thought, I checked the clock—already noon.

Stretching against the back of my chair, I stood up to loosen my stiff muscles.

Not to avoid former heroes or foodie uncles, but just to air out the room before heading out for lunch.

As I slid open the large windows one by one—

“…H-hi…”

A very familiar voice came from the doorway, which had swung open without a knock.

I’ve memorized the voices of dozens of frequently sick students since working in the infirmary, but those were just passive memories. This one was different.

My blank expression instantly shifted into my usual gentle smile as I turned around.

Unsurprisingly, a familiar face was peeking in at an awkward angle.

…Wearing an oversized gym uniform, the zipper unable to close properly over her chest.

“Ah, Sooa.”

“…Y-yes.”

She sounded like a scared puppy asking if it’s okay to come in before even stepping inside.

After that incident in the infirmary last time, she’d been avoiding me—it’s been just under a week now.

Guess she finally mustered the courage to face me again.

“Still struggling with informal speech?”

“…Yes.”

“Anyone around making you uncomfortable?”

“…No.”

“…Too bad. I really liked it when you dropped the honorifics.”

“…S-sorry…”

Well, she might be able to face me now, but casually speaking informally again seems way harder for her.

Still, if she’s going to wear a collar and fully embrace her role as a pet later, this might be for the best.

Speaking formally only when leashed and fucked like an animal does sound kinda hot.

I unbuttoned my infirmary coat as I walked toward the desk, lost in thought.

“Did you get hurt?”

“…Yes.”

“…That’s the only answer you can give?”

“…Yup feels too casual. Yes feels too stiff…”

“…Got it. Then show me where it hurts.”

“…Okay.”

Han Sooa, unable to meet my eyes, just nodded vigorously.

She then rolled up her gym sleeve, revealing the injured area she’d been covering with her hand.

“This?”

“…Yes.”

“Does it hurt when pressed?”

“I-it hurts even without… pressing…”

“Unbearable?”

“…Not that bad…”

A small bruise had formed on her arm.

Not too severe—probably just throbbing a bit.

A very common injury, one I’ve treated plenty of times in other students.

Likely from bumping into something or getting hit during sparring.

“…….”

But something’s off.

Why would she get hurt during sparring?

Shouldn’t she be the one hurting others?

Was Yozora involved?

But Yozora isn’t that strong.

…

…Ah.

Lee Jiyoon.

“Did you get hurt sparring with Lee Jiyoon?”

“Y-yes… She seemed in a weirdly good mood today…”

“…”

“Smiling to herself. Looked distracted.”

“…”

“Guess she messed up her control… Haha.”

In a good mood, huh?

Don’t tell me that lunatic actually thought her half-baked plan would naturally slot her between me and her sister?

And now she’s even smiling in front of people she’s not even close to?

“…M-Miss, if you keep pressing like that without saying anything, it hurts…”

“Ah, sorry. Zoned out for a sec.”

“It’s okay…… Y-you can press harder if you want…”

“Done.”

“…Ah! Ah…”

…If I leave this alone, the longer it takes, the bigger her disappointment will grow.

No choice, then.

I’ll have to talk to Lee Jiyoon alone later.