episode_0141

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Think whatever you want.

Rani.

…What if I really start thinking whatever I want about what just happened? Why is he acting like this?

That idiot.

“You gonna keep staring at that?”

“…I need to check if anything weird got recorded.”

As I roll onto my side, gripping my phone, Seo Woojin—looking slightly exhausted—lies down beside me with a faint smile.

…Is it because he’s a guy?

Even lying sideways, his shoulders reach way up there.

While stealing glances at his back and having pointless thoughts, he casually wraps his arms around me.

We’re not lovers.

We’re not even in that ambiguous “something” stage.

Just gaming buddies.

At most, he’s my sister’s boyfriend.

…But because I’m being held like this by him,

even after coming twice, his still-hard cock—

not pressed against my sister’s body,

but against my back—

remains erect.

“You’re the only one who’s gonna see it anyway. Why bother checking?”

“…I’ll delete it if it’s embarrassing.”

“Think you won’t be embarrassed?”

“Then I’ll just delete it.”

“Then send it to me before you do.”

“…Why?”

“Why? So I can use it when I need to.”

“Ah, fuck… Get lost… You pervert…”

Tap tap. I lightly hit Woojin behind me with my fist, and he laughs, saying it tickles, then pulls me closer.

This is a bit too much for skinship between friends.

Even for people in that ambiguous stage, this is pushing it.

But if you called it lovers’ skinship, most people would probably nod in agreement.

Whether he realizes it or not, Woojin hugs me like a doll and jokingly says we should watch it together before I delete it.

…After seeing the real thing, not just the recording.

Pervert.

“…If you say anything weird while watching, I’m deleting it right away…”

“When would I even get the chance? It’s just a short clip of you and me having sex.”

“Practice sex…! Idiot, I said it was practice from the start…!”

“…Ah, right. Practice.”

“You’re showing this to Hayoon later so you can do it right with her. Got it? Don’t get the wrong idea.”

“…Yeah. Yeah.”

We just mixed our bodies together for practice sex.

I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I’m not cheating on my sister with you.

I’m just doing this to help.

Laying out excuses that would sound ridiculous to anyone else, I press play again.

Pretending it’s just because I have something to ask.

Dishonestly.

—…You can moan now. She hung up.

—You, fuck, the phone, is that recording…?

Two voices play.

Woojin and me.

Two bodies on screen.

…Woojin’s cock, glistening with slick arousal every time he thrusts,

and me, flinching with every wet sound as shadows flicker across my lower belly.

Two vulgar sounds.

The creaking bed beneath me, groaning dangerously,

and the relentless slap slap of Woojin’s firm hips against mine.

But three names are mentioned.

Woojin.

Me.

And Hayoon.

If I feel a twisted thrill from something like that,

it must mean my tastes are completely messed up.

“…”

Maybe it’s because the video barely lasts a minute.

In the shaky footage,

Woojin slams into me a few times,

then pulls out, the condom filled with cum.

But the video doesn’t end there.

The important part comes next.

So I,

placing a hand over Woojin’s on my stomach,

wait for the rest.

…Watching myself twitch from overstimulation is more embarrassing than I imagined,

but at this point, I just want a clear answer from Woojin.

“…”

On-screen me, with a dazed expression, asks Woojin, Why did you kiss me just now?

No answer.

Real-life Woojin stays silent too.

“…”

On-screen me, cheeks burning, mutters, You’re dating my sister.

Of course, no answer.

Real-life Woojin just hums in my ear.

“…”

His face isn’t visible,

but his fully hard cock is.

On-screen Woojin says, Think whatever you want, refusing to give a clear answer.

…Looking back, I should’ve asked if I really could think whatever I wanted.

Sigh. Whatever.

Regretting it won’t change anything.

I can just ask the real Woojin, right?

I’m the only one who’ll hear his true feelings.

My sister isn’t here.

I have the advantage.

“…Hey. This.”

“Yeah.”

“That Think whatever you want line. …What did you mean by it?”

I swallow hard, forcing down my nerves, pause the video, and barely manage to speak.

Honestly, I’m hoping for an answer like Because I like you more than Hayoon.

I mean, he’s been saying stuff like that all along, right?

That my blowjobs feel better than my sister’s,

that I’m tighter than her.

Stuff like that.

Plus, he couldn’t resist having sex with me even while on the phone with her,

so of course he’d lean toward me, right?

Maybe I’m about to get a confession from Woojin.

…Lost in my delusions,

“You?”

“…Huh?”

“…What do you think it means?”

“Hey, fuck… Shut up…”

Woojin’s voice, strained like he’s holding back,

grabs the hand I had resting over his and starts rubbing my exposed clit.

As he asks again,

“…I don’t know, so I’m asking you… Dumbass…!”

“…Really?”

“…”

“You’ve got to have some idea.”

I do.

Not just one—way too many.

All the times he praised me for being better than my sister.

The way he looked at me when I blew him.

The fact that he came inside me, not her.

When I first cosplayed as Hayoon and let him practice thigh fucking, how much he loved it.

The fact that he doesn’t even like games that much, but still plays with me without complaint.

And the two used condoms…

…filled with his cum, casually left by my side.

If I don’t pick up on this, I’m the idiot.

“…You, maybe, me…”

“…”

But if I say it,

if I reject him with You’re dating my sister, you psycho, this ends here.

But if I accept it with You’re dating my sister… Really?

and it turns out he didn’t mean it that way,

there’s no fixing it.

Unless Woojin says I like you more than your sister first,

the risk is too high.

And realizing that a bit too late,

I cut myself off.

“Maybe me, what?”

“Wh-why are you…?!”

“Jiyeon. What were you about to say just now?”

“Ngh, hey, don’t shove your dick so har—, ah…!”

“I said, what were you about to say?”

“Shut up… How am I supposed to answer right now…?!”

No.

I can’t say it. It’s too embarrassing.

Before I can even think, that strained voice fills my ear again.

At the same time, Woojin—who had been lying beside me—

pins one of my legs under his arm and starts slamming into me hard enough that wet slaps echo in my ear.

Not practice sex.

Like real sex.

“I’ll figure it out myself. Spit it out. Answer.”

“Nn, ah…! I-I can’t…!”

“Just say what you were about to say earlier.”

“…If I’m wrong, it’ll be so humiliating, ngh… I can’t…!”

“What is it?”

“I won’t say it… Ngh…?!”

…Did he really start liking me more than Hayoon?

The risk of misunderstanding is too high.

…But isn’t this enough to confirm he’s into me?

But if I say it outright and ruin this, I’ll regret it.

In the end,

Say it yourself.

That’s what his relentless fucking seems to demand, clouding my mind.

His hard arm under my arched body keeps teasing my stiff nipples.

Every time his thick head pounds against my cervix, my green eyes jolt wildly.

My thighs, spread like a puppy peeing, drip arousal down to my knees.

The kind of rough sex my masochist sister would love.

No wonder her little sister—me—is left with nothing but question marks in my head as,

thrust,

thrust,

my lower belly bulges,

and I drool all over Woojin’s sheets.

…Then, a whisper in my ear.

“…Do you like me too?”

“Ngh…!”

Biting my lip as I climax, Woojin pulls his slick cock out and grabs my face, tenderly licking my lips.

Go away,

I won’t kiss you,

I don’t like you,

Coming at a time like this was just a coincidence,

I’m not some pervert lusting after my sister’s boyfriend,

no matter how hard I push with my elbows, it’s useless.

He just leaves his mark on my tightly sealed lips.

Seems like the Jiyeon in his head is already the girl who fell for Woojin.

…Well,

even I wouldn’t believe a guy saying I don’t like you while cumming buckets.

A girl telling him to get lost while dripping wet?

No way he’d take that seriously.

“…Do you like me too? Jiyeon.”

“…”

“…Fucking answer me.”

“…”

…Ugh.

Practice sex is completely ruined now.

And in the dumbest way.

Of course, there’s still something he doesn’t know.

It’s not that I’m a girl who fell for Woojin—

it’s more accurate to say I’m a girl who fell for her sister’s boyfriend.

…But whatever.

The result’s the same, right?

Either I get fucked stupid by Woojin.

Or,

I get dumped and despised by Woojin.

“……”

…Thank god.

Judging by the state of his dick,

it’s looking like the former.

“Ngh… Hnng… Pwah…!”

Instead of answering, I part my lips hesitantly, and the now-faded mint flavor swirls between our tongues.

At first, it’s messy and forceful, but then he gently brushes under my lip.

When I hesitantly poke my tongue out, he finally locks us in a sticky kiss.

I don’t know if this counts as skilled or clumsy—I’m still a virgin when it comes to this—

but one thing’s clear.

…It feels good.

So good that just this—kissing and having my nipple teased—brings me close to climax again.

My body’s gotten too sensitive.

“Nn… Chuu… Mm…”

Woojin, like something in him snapped, shows no sign of letting go.

I obediently let him have my mouth while my free hand strokes his cock.

…Ah, fuck.

The condom’s so annoying.

Should I take it off? We’re not even having sex right now.

…No. Better not risk it.

Even if it’s a safe day, you never know.

Plus, I’m not sure if it’s okay to take it off and put it back on.

We only have twelve condoms left.

To save them, I just grip his cock as is, slapping my palm against his firm abs.

…The way it twitches in my hand—he must be enjoying this.

Wait, no. Of course he is.

I’m the one touching him.

Do you know how many idiots confessed to me in middle and high school despite never even talking to me?

…Probably twice as many as my sister?

Maybe?

If they’d gone after her instead…

their chances of fucking me would’ve been slightly higher.

Idiots. Morons.

“…Hah… Jiyeon. …Stop.”

“…Ah, was it… not good? I thought you liked—”

“I’m gonna fuck you until you pass out, so let go.”

“…Ah. …Okay.”

…Wow.

He’s really turned on.

The mood’s completely different from before.

As I flinch, Woojin pins my thigh and starts slamming into me like crazy.

Even using the arm holding my thigh to scold my clit with rough rubs.

“Hey, fuck… Stop… I can’t…!”

“Your pussy’s dripping. What do you mean can’t?”

“I’m gonna cum again… Stop… Ngh…!”

The lips he’d been kissing moments ago press into the sheets as I climax.

But even after gushing,

even though my trembling thighs must be obvious against his arm,

the pleasure doesn’t stop.

If anything, like he wants to see me break further, he grabs my chest and fucks me harder.

So all I can do is,

with tears in my eyes, stutter to the man holding me from behind.

“Woojin, I’m sorry, I lied, I’m sorry, so please go a little easier…!”

“…”

“Ah… Fuck… Ngh…!”

Helplessly getting railed in a way only a masochist like Hayoon would enjoy.

Forcing myself to drown in that atmosphere, I pant into the air.

Is he misunderstanding that I was just using my sister as an excuse to share my kinks?

A surprisingly sharp thought cuts through my fucked-out haze,

but that’s it.

“……Chu… Mm…”

Kissed relentlessly by Woojin,

my swollen clit teased mercilessly,

thump,

thump,

my lower belly bulging with each thrust—

even if I’m not a masochist,

I have no choice but to shut up and take it.

“…Since when?”

“Wh-what since when…?”

“Since when did you like me?”

“I don’t knoow…! Fuck… It just happens when you see someone often… Ngh…!”

“So before you brought up the practice sex thing.”

“K… kinda… Hic…!”

“After I treated your headaches. Played games together. Practiced dating.”

“Nn… Probably… Around then…!”

One by one.

One by one.

The things I wanted to hide

are dragged out,

as I offer my soaked pussy

to my sister’s boyfriend.

“So when you offered to practice in my sister’s room, that was your way of flirting.”

“…Shut up… It’s embarrassing…”

“It’s fine. You were fucking adorable back then.”

“I said shut up… Ngh… Nn…!”

“Ah, was that when you said you’d get saliva on it? That blowjob excuse was so lame.”

“Nn, ah… Hic…!”

One by one.

One by one.

As we share our mismatched memories,

my defenseless womb

is

pounded

relentlessly.

“…Look at me.”

“…Chu…”

Like this,

bit by bit,

we lower our masks

and show our honest selves.

…Of course.

“…Honestly, I think my sister’s better at kissing.”

“…Don’t talk about her right now. …Idiot.”

To my sister,

this stays a secret.