episode_0133

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To fish properly, you need bait and a fishing rod suited to the type of fish.

Just as you need something sweet to ask Lee Hayoon, who’s squirming on my bed, for a favor.

The PC bang we just arrived at was also a means to spend time with Seo Woojin.

“Seo Woojin, you suck at games,”

Which must mean you’re just as bad at sex,”

…So I guess I’ll have no choice but to personally train you while cosplaying as ‘Unnie.’”

A forced excuse to keep the conversation going.

So, after a few rounds, I figured we’d get up and head to a motel or Woojin’s place—wherever we felt like going.

That was the plan I had clearly mapped out in my head before executing it, but—

“Huh? Wait.”

“What?”

“Ugh, already caught…?”

When I came to my senses—

“110! Hey, Woojin. Should I flank them?”

“Huh?”

“110, you idiot! Listen to the damn briefing!”

“But…”

“You still can’t read numbers? Look at the damn screen!”

“110…!”

“No, anyone can see the bullets coming from there, dumbass… …?”

I was already sitting next to Woojin, shouting at him—though quietly enough that only he could hear—while playing the game.

Sex behind Unnie’s back? Yeah, right—

Here I was, just a gamer girl hyped up after playing games with her boyfriend…

Seriously.

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“Sorry. Ended up dying before I could get him.”

“…….”

What?

Why am I…

Just playing games like my life depends on it?

“Jiyoon-ah?”

“…Oh—Ah! Yeah. Right. You should be sorry…! If you’re gonna play like that…”

“Not used to the mouse here, huh? Feels kinda awkward…”

“W-Well, it’s not like I brought my setup from home or anything…?”

“But you’re naturally good at games.”

“…Hmph.”

“Phew… Damn headset flattened my hair. Ugh.”

“…….”

What? What’s going on?

Blinking repeatedly, the same question echoed in my head.

Ugh, damn it… So damn embarrassing…

Even if I was focused on the game, how could I completely forget my original objective? My face burns with shame.

Did I really come to a PC bang with Woojin just to play games? God, Lee Jiyoon, you’re such an idiot.

You dragged that naive fool here to have se—, y’know, that—

Yet here we are, stupidly playing games nonstop… Urgh…

…Anyway,

No point dwelling on the past. Just forget about it.

I need to pull myself together now.

Only then can I make the most of the remaining time for… some naughty fun…

…Ah—

Time left.

“Wanna queue up again?”

“Hang on. I should… uh, check my charging time.”

“Oh? Take your time. I’ll go to the restroom real quick.”

“…Okay.”

No need to check—pretty sure I charged up plenty.

Just an excuse to leave Woojin, who’s clueless about PC bangs, hanging for a bit.

Adjusting the snapback under my headset while stammering mindlessly, I sipped my watered-down iced tea and checked the computer clock.

…Tch.

Huh? 8 PM?

Wait a sec—

We were supposed to meet at 6…

…Ugh.

So we’ve already been here for two hours?!

No way. Seriously.

Doesn’t even feel like we played that many rounds—how is it already 8?

I genuinely thought 30 minutes—tops—would be enough to tease Woojin (whose dick would be rock-hard by then) with some playful jabs before dragging him out…

Denying reality, I even checked my phone under the monitor, but of course—the screen still read 8 PM.

Finally realizing I’d spent two whole hours forgetting my agenda and just happily gaming, I broke out in a cold sweat from sheer embarrassment and glared at Woojin walking back from the distance.

…He really looks like he’s got nothing on his mind.

Well, apart from seeming a little bored from constantly dying in-game…

“Need to top up?”

“…Uh, um. …No?”

“Yeah?”

“…….”

…No choice now.

I already laid out the plan, didn’t I?

Admittedly, it’s embarrassing when the moment arrives—but let’s just go with it: tease him about being terrible at games like I planned.

If I stay quiet now, we’ll casually queue up another round.

“Hey. Woojin—”

“Guess it’s tougher today since it’s just us two? Definitely harder without them.”

“…Huh? Oh. Must be… the enemy team’s better now. Big recent patch and all… That…”

“Ah. The patch… Anyway, keep dying instantly—kinda sucks.”

“…….”

No—

Not this.

Again.

Losing track momentarily, I cleared my throat and spun my chair toward Woojin.

“…Woojin.”

“What?”

“You… uh. Why are you so bad?”

“At games?”

“What else would I be talking about now? …Dumbass.”

Wow. Just—wow.

This is awkward.

So awkward.

I thought I was decent at lying, but my acting’s honestly trash.

Shouldn’t even dream of being an actress.

“Sorry. Even though I’m trying, I’m just not improving. Guess gaming’s not for me.”

“…….”

And you’re supposed to get annoyed there—why the hell are you apologizing so meekly?

If anything, I should be the one apologizing.

Should be saying sorry for being rude—something like that.

…Ugh.

Plan’s derailed.

What now?

Didn’t prepare any other strategies.

Ugh. Whatever.

Head hurts—just gonna blurt it out.

Everyone around’s too busy being loud anyway.

If I whisper, only Woojin would hear.

Tapping the tip of my sneaker against Woojin’s ankle, I continued.

“…Can’t even handle games. Can’t even h-handle se—sex.”

“…….”

“…Moron.”

“…….”

Rude as usual—

Wait, no.

More like stumbling over my words while biting my tongue.

Mumbling mindlessly, I averted my gaze and pretended to be distracted.

As if I’d just tossed the words out carelessly.

Like when I called it ‘practice’—sneaking into Hayoon’s room behind her back, cosplaying as her, and skirting the line of sex.

Like when I called it ‘practice’—my room, without Hayoon, just me as Lee Jiyoon, swapping saliva in a messy coupling.

Using ‘helping’ as an excuse to watch them have sex next to Hayoon.

Even now, dragging Woojin out while Unnie’s gone—

As if I casually threw it all out without thinking.

…So yeah—

Predictable outcome.

“…Hmm.”

“…….”

A sigh reached my ears.

Not some deep, heavy sigh of resignation—

Just a quiet exhale through the nose, lips pressed shut.

I might lack social awareness, but I know exactly what that sigh means.

Something like, Unbelievable.

Or maybe, You’ve got to be kidding me.

A Are you insane? kind of reaction.

Either way—he got the subtext.

That he didn’t immediately storm out means—

“…….”

He’s at least somewhat interested in that ‘subtext’ too.

That kind of meaning.

“Lee Jiyoon.”

“W-What?”

“That’s why you suddenly asked me to a PC bang?”

“I—I didn’t do anything?”

Woojin leaned in close, whispering as if worried nearby customers might hear.

Normally, I’d growl at him to back off—Creep—but now, I just whined quietly, letting him shove his voice into my ear.

…Well, because—

Amid the chaotic noise of the PC bang,

Being forcefully whispered to by Woojin—

Felt weirdly nice.

Yeah.

“You randomly brought up sex out of nowhere and now wanna play dumb?”

“Se—”

“…Be honest. You tricked me into coming here with the PC bang excuse because you wanted to ‘practice’ sex again, you freak.”

“…….”

That deep, murmured voice shoving the blunt word sex straight into my ears—

And freak, that light insult I’d already heard once today via text—now spoken directly in that voice—

Made my thighs squeeze together in the chair.

…Never thought I had this kind of kink.

Did my preferences shift a bit after sleeping with Woojin?

Or—

Maybe I always had it, having inherited some masochistic tastes from Unnie from the start.

Or—

Maybe everything just feels good if it’s Unnie’s boyfriend doing it.

Hiding my jeans-covered thighs under my winter coat, I glanced around before leaning close to Woojin’s ear.

“To be exact, guess you weren’t satisfied with what I teased over the phone yesterday—so now you wanna have me train you directly… or something along those lines.”

“…So frustrating. Dumbass…!”

Annoyed—

Yet somehow not entirely displeased.

With an odd smirk, I whispered into Woojin’s ear—

“Frustrating?”

“Might not realize it, but from the receiving end? Total amateur vibes… Even if we save the rough stuff for later, gotta fix that part…!”

Continuing in the same hushed tone—

“What part exactly?”

“…Like constantly asking Unnie if it feels good…”

“I’ll fix that. What else?”

“…Even if it’s Unnie’s preference—just aggressively pounding nonstop the whole time…”

Did anyone overhear just now?

Heart pounding, I kept whispering—

Closer—

“…Why’s that bad?”

“Why—? Seriously, you don’t know?”

“She liked it, though? You must’ve heard Unnie’s moans too.”

“W-Would’ve been even better if you mixed in some gentleness, you one-track-minded idiot…!”

“You didn’t say that last time.”

“Eugh…! F-Forgot to bring it up back then. Damn it…”

Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever really tried gentle sex either…

Never really saw the need.

Like last time—pinned over the desk, drooling while he pounded into me from behind—that felt the best.

But still, I rambled about gaming-related sex trivia while subtly biting my lower lip as a headache crept in.

Thought it’d sound something like Let me teach you step by step—

…But somehow, it felt like I was getting swept up in his pace.

Annoying—even though he’s just a clueless guy who wouldn’t even realize.

“…Was gonna suggest we stop gaming and grab dinner soon. Maybe just heading home would be better.”

“…….”

“Let’s go. Oh—you hungry?”

“…Never mind. No time for dinner… …Let’s just go.”

Only phone to grab.

Standing up, I scratched my ear as if trying to erase the dirty talk, then stuffed my hands in my pockets while waiting for Woojin.

…Though he barely knows how PC bangs work—still clueless enough to miss the big End Session button on-screen despite my nagging.

Either way, heading to a guy’s place for the first time—my heart thudding loudly for no reason.

Then—

Avoiding eye contact,

Murmuring quietly—

“…Hey. Woojin.”

“Yeah?”

“…That, uh… condom.”

“Got plenty at home.”

“…Ah. Okay.”

To the lonely gamers around us—

We’re off to practice sex now.

That’s what I wanted to announce while leaving the PC bang.

…Ah. Well—

Whether it’s sex practice—

Or something else—

Interpret it however you like.