episode_0145

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Once.

Twice.

Three times.

And once more—

It’d be a shame to end it like this, so once more.

Since there’s still a little time left, one last time.

…Just, once more.

Once more.

And yet again.

Perhaps because I poured my cum into Lee Jiyoon’s most secret place under the excuse of “just one more time” so many times that I couldn’t even bother counting anymore.

Now, whenever I press the head of my cock against her lips, I no longer hear her whispering voice cursing me with, “…You fucking pervert.”

Nor do I hear the voice that used to quietly part her pussy with two fingers, murmuring, “It’s fine… since you’ve already come inside me anyway…” before shutting her mouth.

The voice that would taunt me in whispers while pinned beneath me, “…Already tired? Seriously? Already?” as she came from penetration—that, too, is gone.

The same goes for the voice that would let out a giggle, saying, “Even a monkey wouldn’t go this far… You fucking beast.”

And the voice that would slyly ask, “…Did you do it this long with Lee Hayoon too?”—that, too, no longer reaches my ears.

Instead, all I hear are Jiyoon’s moans, rough and breathless, as she sinks deep into climax.

It contrasts so starkly with the cold Lee Jiyoon I knew ten years later.

Even if I shove my cum-covered, filthy cock into her face,

she only frowns slightly, glances at me once, and then dutifully cleans me with her mouth—

so different from the Jiyoon of ten years later, who would just give me a disinterested look and turn away with complete indifference.

My back, which should’ve been sore by now, still tingles pleasantly.

“Huu….”

“…Hff, hah…, haa…, haaak….”

…I’m going insane.

Even when I practiced as a villain, I never came inside her even once.

And now, going even further, I emptied my balls completely into Jiyoon until there was nothing left.

The endless sense of conquest flooding my brain makes me feel like my mind is melting.

If I had actually gone through with it when those useless sluts teased me by lightly scraping the condom on my cock, saying they wanted to do it raw, today wouldn’t have been this satisfying.

I almost missed out on this thrill.

Worthless whores.

“…Does it taste good? You’ve been licking so eagerly.”

“Ssshh…, why the hell would I lick this if it tasted good, you idiot…?”

“No?”

“Want to try it yourself? Since you’re a guy, you don’t know what cum tastes like, right? Here, I’ll kiss it into your mouth. Open up. Hurry.”

“No thanks. I can live my whole life without knowing. I don’t even want to.”

“…Hah. You shoved your fingers covered in my juices into my mouth earlier….”

“…I did?”

“Yeah. You did, you bastard…. slurp….”

“How’d you know it was your juices on my hand? …Did you recognize the taste?”

“Hffk…! cough! cough…!”

“Don’t tell me you—”

“The smell, you idiot…! The smell on your hands was the same as when I touch myself…!”

Even after showing me such embarrassing reactions, Jiyoon, still prickly and sharp, turns me on way more than those girls who acted all cutesy, trying to convince me to go raw without any real connection.

The way she tries her hardest to act like her usual self even after all that is disgustingly hot.

The way she subtly reaches for her clit while sucking me off, pretending she wasn’t, then glances at me while rubbing her lower stomach—it drives me crazy.

The way she furrows her brows slightly, as if telling me not to say anything, and focuses on sucking me off because she knows she let something embarrassing slip—it’s so hot it makes me sigh.

…But,

that doesn’t mean I can just roll around with Jiyoon like some cheap fling again.

Good girls don’t wander outside late at night.

“Let’s wash up. You should head back before 1, at least.”

“…Hff… What time is it now…?”

“Almost midnight.”

“…Already?”

“Check your phone. It’s right next to you.”

“….”

“If you don’t want a scolding from your sister, hurry up and wash. I’ll shower later.”

“….”

…Of course,

“What are you doing? Get in already….”

“…L-let’s go together.”

“….”

“Let’s go in together…. ……Like we did at my place.”

“….”

“…Do you hate it…?”

“…We’ll make it quick. We don’t have time.”

“Y-you mean the shower, right?”

“….”

“….”

“…Hurry.”

“…Mhm.”

A girl who only acts good in front of her sister

is still the same.

145

Good luck always comes with a price.

If someone were to ask me, “Hmm. Interesting. Why is that?” and demand a logical answer, I honestly wouldn’t have anything to say…

Well, should I just call it a woman’s intuition?

Anyway, as you go through life, you sometimes suddenly get that thought.

To give a few recent examples:

When Jiyoon suddenly cleaned the house lightly, I thought, “Has she matured?” only to find out she had left the window open for so long that the air in my room had become as cold as the midwinter air outside.

Or when Jiyoon said, “Since I was doing the laundry anyway, I just threw in the blankets too,” and I was genuinely moved to tears—only to later realize she had washed white clothes with jeans, turning several outfits into loungewear.

Or when I was overjoyed that Jiyoon had made her first friend—only to find out that friend was my boyfriend, and Jiyoon had spent the whole evening at a PC bang with him, leaving me unable to contact him the entire time.

The more I think about it, the stranger and more fascinating it is.

It’s almost as if there’s some predetermined total amount of “luck” in the abstract.

Like, since you just took this much (+),

you’ll have to lose this much (-) later to maintain balance.

Well… if the price for Jiyoon, a homebody gamer girl, becoming more socialized is just these minor inconveniences, it’s not so bad…

…Ah. Then what would happen if I won the lottery?

Would I get struck by lightning on a rainy day?

Or get hit by a truck and “kwang!” sent to another world like in those novels?

—Beep. Beepbeepbeep.

The river of my wandering thoughts, flowing haphazardly just before sleep, stops here.

Snuggled under the warm blanket, melting into drowsiness, I sluggishly sit up at the sound of the door lock beeping from outside.

It’s obvious who it is, so I let out a “Haaaam,” yawn, and tap my phone on the charger to check the time.

The numbers lighting up the screen are—

“…Huh?”

Not the expected bold 12,

but a bold 1—

followed by :30.

“What? It’s 1:30…?”

Woojin said he’d probably head home around 12, but instead of being anywhere near that, it’s not just past Jiyoon’s mentioned time—it’s a whole hour and a half later?

Squinting at the bright phone light, I turn off the screen and stretch with a “Shoook.”

Of course, since each game takes a while, a 30-minute delay isn’t something I’d fuss over, but…

What is this?

This urge to scold her relentlessly over just 30 minutes?

A mother’s heart, setting a curfew for her daughter?

“…Hmm.”

…Sigh. No.

This is her first time going to a PC bang with a friend, so she probably just had as much fun as she wanted with Woojin before coming back.

It’s a bit much to nitpick over something like this.

Besides, knowing Jiyoon’s personality, any scolding I give would just go in one ear and out the other.

Fine. Fine.

Still, what was so fun that she barely answered my calls and came back this late? For a moment, I feel a little sulky.

“Huaaam,” I yawn, rub my eyes, and open the bedroom door.

“You’re back…?”

“Uh, yeah.”

Now that I think about it, this might be the first time I’ve ever greeted Jiyoon like this.

It’s always been me coming home late while Jiyoon waits for me, gaming at home—that was our dynamic.

As I scratch my cheek awkwardly at this unfamiliar greeting, Jiyoon, taking off her shoes at the entrance, loses her balance and stumbles, bracing herself against the shoe rack.

I thought she’d be wearing slippers since she went to a PC bang, but surprisingly, she’s in sneakers.

Along with her usual khaki jacket… and the usual black cap.

The exact outfit Jiyoon wore when she worked part-time at a café during break.

Staring blankly at her, I toss out a few words without much thought.

“Jiyoon.”

“…S-sorry I’m late. Unnie. Woojin and I got carried away gaming… and neither of us could find a good time to stop… so we just… kept going….”

“…? No, that’s fine, but….”

“…Oh. Okay.”

“That coat you bought last time… or whatever? The one you got with Woojin. Why aren’t you wearing it?”

“…Wh-why the coat…?”

It was a completely thoughtless question, but for some reason, Jiyoon stammers and hesitates like never before.

I’ve never seen Jiyoon act like this. What’s up with her?

…And why are her ears so red?

It wasn’t even that cold today, was it?

The night air was cool when I went to the mart earlier.

Has staying indoors made her weak to the cold?

Or maybe it’s just that her white hair makes it more noticeable…

Whatever.

It’s not that important anyway.

“Why are you still in ‘Classic Lee Jiyoon’ mode? Woojin bought you a bunch of clothes back then. Though it was only, like, three outfits.”

“…Why would I wear them?”

“What do you mean, ‘why’? Are you just gonna throw them away?”

“Not throw them away. …I just don’t want to waste them.”

As I rub my eyes and ask, Jiyoon speaks hesitantly, watching my reaction—unlike her usual self.

Did she eat something weird at the PC bang? Pushing that thought aside, I lean against the wall and continue.

“Waste them, my ass. What’s there to waste? Clothes are meant to be worn, aren’t they?”

“…I just don’t want to. I’ll wear them later.”

“It’s almost April. Winter’s pretty much over.”

“Then I’ll wear them next year.”

“By then, the trends will have changed. Dummy.”

“Since when have I ever cared about trends…?”

“…Sigh. Fine, fine. Do whatever you want….”

“….”

Not wanting to drag the argument further, I quickly cut it off and twirl a strand of hair around my finger.

I really don’t get what she’s so worried about wasting.

Is it because they’re the first gifts from her first friend, so she wants to treasure them?

The same girl who curses a lot while gaming suddenly acts like some pure maiden when it comes to this…

…Well, she’ll figure it out. Yeah.

I’m too sleepy to worry about something this trivial.

“Kuuu,” I shiver as I stretch, then toss out the question I’d meant to ask before the conversation derailed.

“Anyway.”

“….”

“You didn’t say anything weird to Woojin, right?”

“…I didn’t.”

“Should I go ask him myself in the nurse’s office tomorrow?”

“Go ahead….”

Maybe because it’s so late.

Jiyoon, probably exhausted, nods weakly and heads to her room.

…Honestly, I don’t fully believe her,

but it’s not like not believing her changes anything.

Scratching the back of my neck, I just hope Woojin didn’t fall for whatever Jiyoon said and head to my room.

“….”

…That night, I think I did something really strange in my dreams.

But by morning, I couldn’t remember any of it.