episode_0134

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“Clean place. Your home.”

After the condom question, we arrived at Seo Woojin’s house without much conversation.

To briefly summarize my first impression—heart pounding—it was exactly that.

A surprisingly tidy place for a guy living alone.

And a modest home for someone who must be loaded.

Huh. Interesting.

Forget the fact that he lives in a tiny studio near the academy.

I’d always heard that once people start living alone, they slack off on cleaning without their moms around~

That girls’ places get disgustingly dirty~

That guys aren’t much better~

That takeout becomes a daily routine~

I’d occasionally hear those kinds of stories in Discord chats.

But this? Compared to what I imagined, it’s just… kinda like my place?

No weird smells or anything.

No random everyday items strewn all over the place…

Well, there’s an empty delivery box sitting in the corner of the living room.

But, y’know, that’s kinda cute.

Ihyun also shoves boxes into corners when she’s too lazy to deal with them.

“Clean? This?”

“Yeah.”

Woojin asks again, as if embarrassed by the compliment.

I nudge his shoulder and kick off my sneakers.

Then, stepping onto his floor in my white socks, I plop my cap onto the table nearby like I own the place.

…Ah.

Lee Ihyun, you had sex with him here yesterday.

On that big, plush bed right in front of me.

For that long.

And you, a noona,

kept using honorifics with a younger guy.

Thud, thump.

Creak, creak.

…Squelch, squelch.

“I wouldn’t call it clean, just… average.”

“Cleaner than my room. No hair on the floor.”

“Your room? Looked fine last time I saw it.”

“…….”

“Ah. So it’s usually worse than that.”

“…Shut up.”

“It’s fine. If I’d known you were coming, I’d have cleaned up more—”

“I said shut up…! Damn….”

Flipping off Woojin, who’s snickering like he’s thrilled to have uncovered a secret, I flop onto the bed in front of me.

Which means I have a full view of everything he does after following me in.

He picks up the cap I just tossed aside and hangs it next to his clothes on the rack.

Then, he takes off his thick coat and hangs it there too.

…Did he sense me staring?

After a brief glance my way, he sits beside me with a soft smile.

And then,

he says:

“Hey. Lee Jiyoon.”

“…What.”

“Don’t just sit there. Take yours off too.”

“…….”

Seriously,

the way he just says the most blatant things.

“…You, uh… Ugh….”

“What?”

“Never mind. Forget practice or whatever—we need to work on setting the mood naturally first….”

“…Mood?”

“You dumbass, you can’t just tell someone to strip the second they walk in…! …Ah. Then again, Ihyun would probably love this….”

“…I meant your jacket. Isn’t it uncomfortable?”

“…….”

“And we haven’t even showered yet. If we do anything, it should be after.”

My little outburst doesn’t last long.

Only then do I notice Woojin’s gaze isn’t on my face but my body.

Not the one he bought me last time—just my usual oversized khaki jacket.

Maybe it’s the cozy warmth,

or maybe it’s the blood rushing to my face out of sheer embarrassment,

but I yank it off irritably, feeling the heat crawl up my neck.

Right into the empty delivery box I saw earlier.

Whoosh.

“O-okay, off. Happy now…?!”

“If it wasn’t uncomfortable, you could’ve kept it on.”

“It was! Super uncomfortable! Are we done?”

“…Sure.”

“…God… damn it….”

Grumbling, I cup my cheeks and exhale sharply.

I was fine until we got here—how did things turn out like this?

This stupid atmosphere wasn’t part of the plan.

I wanted something more… immoral. Heart-pounding. How did it—

Yeah, no matter how I look at it, this is all Woojin’s fault.

His dumbass innocence, buying into this whole “practice” excuse to sleep with me.

Sure, that innocence is why we ended up like this—something I’d only dreamed of—but still.

If he had any sense, he’d be asking if this was really just “practice,”

if the excuse was just a cover for my fucked-up kinks, whispering in my ear like—

…Anyway!

Things could’ve gone that way, right?

If they had, we’d already be tearing open a condom wrapper by now.

This clueless bastard…

“Want something to drink? I’ve got orange juice.”

“…….”

Annoying.

So annoying.

But no matter how much I complain in my head, nothing changes.

At times like this…

Maybe being the proactive one is better.

Rather than expecting anything from Woojin, this is the way.

…After all,

he’s naive enough to believe this is really just practice.

Sighing through my fingers, I glare at him through the gaps between them.

“…Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Juice…, uh, …skip it.”

One word.

No.

To say just one thing—

“…Let’s do it. Practice.”

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Ssshhh— The sound of shower water through the door.

Lying on the bed, I exhale slowly, using the noise that’s been going for ten minutes as background ambiance.

Things were fine at the PC bang.

Watching Jiyoon fumble, struggling to bring up sex after gauging the right moment… was kinda hot in its own way.

But that text I sent her earlier…

The more I think about it, the more I regret it.

Saying no outright probably came off too harsh.

“Don’t say crazy shit like watching us have sex.”

The way I phrased it makes it sound like I’m disgusted by the idea of a threesome—or even being watched.

I should’ve played it off like I was flustered by her boldness instead.

That way, Jiyoon might’ve thought, “Oh, she says no, but she’s curious.”

She might’ve tried harder to convince me and Ihyun.

“What’s the big deal about just watching?”

“…What a waste.”

Should’ve thought it through before texting.

Ruffling my still-damp hair, I sigh.

Not that it matters—I’d cave eventually anyway.

Ihyun’s just an energetic country pup, not exactly stubborn.

If Jiyoon had clung to her for a few days, begging, she’d have folded.

And once she showed her little sister what sex was like, her mental barriers would’ve crumbled.

From there, messing around with both of them…

I could’ve had them take turns blowing me.

Fed them my cum down their throats, alternating between the two.

…Or worse.

Could’ve done even more.

“Ugh….”

Maybe I’ll bring it up again later.

Click, snap. Rolling my neck, I get up and head to the fridge, glancing at the bathroom door.

I didn’t bother preparing a robe, so I’m just in my underwear, barely dried off.

I chug water straight from the bottle.

Ah, right.

When I finished showering earlier and told Jiyoon to go in, she freaked out—just a towel on my head.

Guess she thought her wet bangs and the towel would hide her staring.

Watching her desperately make small talk while eye-fucking my body and dick was insane.

Well. Insane fits.

A cheating-obsessed freak

who only gets horny for her sister’s man.

“Pfft….”

How should I bring it up?

Casually ask if she really needs to watch?

Nah.

I’ve already played along with her flimsy “practice” excuse—might as well act like I’m getting curious now.

…Corruption, I guess?

A popular trope, regardless of gender.

As I screw the cap back on the water bottle, the bathroom door swings open—silence except for the shower until now.

She took a towel in, but it’s not big enough to cover much.

Wonder how she’ll come out.

Might own it, since I’ve already seen everything.

Or maybe she’s still shy.

Smirking, I close the fridge.

“Jiyoon. Done?”

“Jesus…! Why—why are you just standing there?!”

“Getting water?”

“Make some noise or something…! You scared me….”

Neither confident nor shy—just pissed the second she sees me.

My guesses were all wrong, but I’m not disappointed.

…Because,

“…What’re you looking at?”

“…….”

Jiyoon, soaked, struggling to cover her chest with one arm.

Using the towel I gave her to hide everything from her lower stomach to between her legs.

Ears burning with embarrassment but pretending to be tough.

Glancing at my crotch,

noticing I’m wearing underwear now,

then quickly looking away like she didn’t.

All of it.

Every bit makes me want to pin her down and fuck her raw under the guise of “practice.”

“Should’ve taken more towels in with you.”

“…Whatever. I’m covered. Mind your business.”

“We’ve already seen each other naked. Why hide so much?”

“You walk around naked in front of your family or something?”

“Yeah.”

“…I’m not even gonna… Ugh. Move. I need to dry my hair.”

Laughing, I step aside as Jiyoon grits her teeth and walks past.

All while smelling like

my shampoo,

my body wash.

…Fuck.

I’d rather skip drying and just “practice sex” all night,

but I swallow hard and hold back.

Silently, I grab another towel from the drawer

and follow her under the noisy dryer.

“Hey, damn it…! I’m trying to dry my hair—stop bothering…!”

“Just helping you dry off.”

Standing behind Jiyoon,

I take my time touching her smooth skin.

“I already dried most of it! You’re just using this as an excuse to—”

“What? Can’t touch you?”

“It’s not that…, just, you’re in the way….”

“Noona likes this, though.”

“…Noona?”

“Yeah. Yesterday, I dried her off while she did her hair.”

“…….”

“…Couldn’t resist and ended up teasing her, though.”

A story from before the call—one Jiyoon doesn’t know.

Whispering it under the dryer, her complaints stop.

She’s thinking.

Since she’s using “practice” as an excuse to cheat, should she play along?

Or tell me to get lost like usual?

Of course,

there’s only one right answer.

No need to think too hard.